Discovering The Waterfront Chapter 1: Permanent Scars, an alias fanfic

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Discovering the Waterfront

Chapter One:

Permanent Scars

Isabelle Bristow-Vaughn laid quietly in her bed, her eyes were open and staring blankly out in front of her. She had woken up in the middle of the night again and had since been awake. Since Isabelle could remember she always had problems sleeping all through the night, she either woke up late at night and never went back to sleep or would fall asleep and wake up every hour or so. Last night however she only slept about two hours and stayed awake until morning. Isabelle was sixteen now, she would turn seventeen in a few months but until then, Isabelle would enjoy the simple restrictions and privelages allowed a sixteen year old. For instance, she had her permit but still couldn't drive by herself in the car, she couldn't go to an R-rated movie herself, and she still had a curfiew but that was going to last until she left the house and Isabelle understood that.

Isabelle heard the door click open to her room and was met by her mother's voice trying to shake her awake.

"Isabelle are you awake?" Sydney Bristowasked her daughter.

"Yeah." Isabelle said in an unusually cheerful and well awake voice.

"Did you sleep at all?" Sydney asked noticing the tired eyes and fleeting smile.

"A little." Isabelle said quietly as she pulled off the covers and got out of her bed.

Sydney had known about her daughter's sleeping problem since Isabelle had wandered into her mother's room late one night when she was five and said she couldn't sleep. Isabelle had continued to do so until about a year later and then she just stayed in her room but Sydney always checked on her daughter in the morning and every so often she would check to see if she was alright late at night.

"What time is it?" Isabelle broke the silence and asked.

"About six." Sydney told her.

"I'll be downstairs then." Isabelle informed.

It was the summertime so Isabelle could basically either lounge around and really had nowhere in particular to be. She didn't have to go to school or anything that had to do with school. Isabelle walked into the living room and sat on the couch, she let out a large breath of air and stayed quiet as she sat in silence. The teachers at school were always particularly worried about Isabelle being so quiet and always brought Sydney in for meetings but they could never really find anything wrong.

Isabelle had never met her father, only heard about him from her mother. Her mother told her stories of her father but always seemed to leave out something. Sydney had never told Isabelle about her job or her role in SD-6. Sydney never talked about work at home and had done her best to cover up anything that had to do with it.

I'm cutting through, you're bleeding out
And I would tell the truth, but I can't help myself
Red rushes out, dissect this nerve
And I'll stop myself before I reach my cell

A few hours passed and the sun had well risen in the sky. Isabelle was watching T.V. when she heard the all too familiar ring of a certain cell phone in the kitchen. She heard her mother answer it in the kitchen and then waited for the words she knew were coming.

"Honey, I have to go to work." Sydney said when she walked into the living room.

I wasn't asking for the world
And you know that I'm not one to follow through
All these city streets the people look the same
And I can see your face, and I can hear your name
I wasn't asking for the world

There they were, just the phrase she knew was coming.

"See you later then." Isabelle said for what felt like the thousandth time.

"I love you." Sydney said from the door.

"You too."

You're stabbing in, permanent scars
And you'll justify it all inside yourself
You've finished me, my pulse is gone
And you're satisfied to put this all to hell

Isabelle heard the door close and she was alone. The only sound was coming from the television which Isabelle wasn't all that interested in. She turned off the T.V. and went to her room to get dressed. She emerged from her room dressed in a t-shirt and jeans.

Isabelle heard movement in the room down the hall, her mother's room. She shrugged off the small noise as her mind playing tricks until finally there was an even louder and closer noise, now she wasn't imagining.

Isabelle turned the corner to peer around it and saw someone dressed in black standing in her mother's room. The person turned around and noticed her staring at them. Isabelle turned the corner and quietly moved into the kitchen. She ducked down behind the counter where she was well hidden and prayed that she wouldn't be found. She quietly opened a drawer that held knives and pulled one out.

Drink the poison, when you think it's over
(Drink the poison)
Stabbing yourself, when you think it's too late
Tragic endings are your thing, you love them
(Tragic endings)
You love letting go, the ending's the same
Drink the poison, when you think it's over
(Drink the poison)
Inevitable, Verona lives inside of you

The person quietly moved from the room and then through the living room and finally into the kitchen. They saw Isabelle hiding away and drew a gun. Isabelle dropped the knife when she was staring down the barrell of a gun and her mind went blank.

The person fired and Isabelle passed out. She was lucky, it wasn't a bullet that hit her but just a tranquilizer. The figure picked up the sleeping teen and walked out of the house. A black van waited patiently outside and opened to allow the home invader access. There were only a few other people inside and they helped there friend place the girl gently into a seat.

Isabelle Bristow-Vaughn daughter of Sydney Bristow and Michael Vaughn, two of the greatest spies for the C.I.A., had been kidnapped.

So there's the first chapter, and I hope you like it, please review.

Your Sword Versus My Dagger - Silverstein