NOTE- please go easy on this I wrote it a few years ago. I just felt like uploading it because I haven't put anything up for a while. Enjoy

Sark by Naomi Wong 8A (now 11th grade)

Julian sat on the plane, holding his ticket, in his very own seat. He had finally got to the point of confidence to get on a plane, a plane which was re-fueling in the United states. He knew if he was caught, he would likely have the life beaten out of him for information, information that he could no longer vouch for was true. It had been over a year since he had dealt in those circles. He had been living the past year a healthy, honest life in England as a helper in a youth theatre in East Yorkshire. He figured he would try staying off the radar.
His leg was shaking as they prepared for take-off. He looked around nervously, wringing his hands. He looked at the people around him. Men and women on business trips, in their suits ready to rush off, newly-weds just focusing on each other.

"Excuse me"
"Sorry." He looked up, "Damn!" He looked away. What were the chances? He had to get off the plane.
"Sir, you have to sit down."
"But I…"

"Sir, please." He sat down again. Ten hours. How would he be able to stay out of sight for ten hours?
"Dad, I'm on the plane. I've got the disks." She whispered behind her magazine. "Thank you, I will." She put down the magazine and looked around, Julian picked up his in-flight movie guide, hiding his face.

Halfway through the flight his seat bumped. He looked around to see a small girl trying to get to sleep.
"Michelle, say sorry to the young man."

"No, no. It's quite alright." He looked at her before picking up his disused pillow from the floor and handed it to Michelle. "here, I'm not going to use it."

"Thank you."
How far he'd come. There was a time not long ago he would have resented that girl. He turned on his screen, there were only a few films running. He chose a comedy and settled down.

Hours later Julian awoke. The film was different now; obviously they had begun the next lot of films. He turned off the small screen. He looked down the aisle, he could see Sydney. He desperately needed the loo but didn't see a way where she wouldn't see him. A half hour later he gave up; wetting himself would be far more conspicuous than going to the privy. He undid his seatbelt, stood up and walked quickly and carefully to the toilets. Before he got there however he began to feel dizzy. He couldn't see anything, save for fuzzy colors. His head began to hurt and he could feel his heart pumping in his chest. A searing pain ran through his right leg and he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as he fell.

Julian woke in a US Government hospital; soft restraints holding him to the bed. He had tubes everywhere it seemed; in his arms, in his stomach and down his throat. He knew what he'd been dreading. Sydney had taken him into custody; he was once again a prisoner of the United States. A nurse came into the room, accompanied by a doctor- and Sydney.
"I need you to take a deep breath okay, Mr. Sark? Then I need you to breathe out as hard as you can when I say." Once he'd been de-tubed Sydney began to talk.

" Sark, what are you planning this time?"

"Agent Bristow, he shouldn't try talking just yet."

You can say that again. Sark's throat was throbbing.
"Well, will he be okay in an hour?"
"I…" Ow... All right, that hurt. "I can talk now." His voice was gravelly and painful.
"Well then, what were you planning?"

"A holiday." He continued "in Brazil."
"Really?" Sydney moved in closer and stared into his eyes, daring him to lie. "A holiday, that's it?"
"Yes." She stood up fully again.
"I'll be back in an hour. We'll see if you're ready to start telling the truth."

And at that Julian was left alone with his thoughts. He wondered just what had happened on the plane. If he was not actually still on the plane, dreaming. If maybe this wasn't happening to him, but rather to a character in a book or in a film. It was then he realized he couldn't feel his leg.

TBC