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Author's note: This is my first Alias piece. Please be gentle and don't tell me if it sucks. Also- updates are on the way. Sorry this is so short.
"Mom?" Sydney whispered in disbelief. Her eyes felt as if they were on fire as they strained to comprehend the sight before her. The woman standing in the shadows was motionless. She wasn't sure whether this was a sign of nervousness, or just the opposite, indifference. Before having a chance to decide which one would be worse for her current situation, the woman took an determined step forward. With her face now exposed in the dim light of the single suspended bulb, Sydney's heart skipped in its rhythm.
"The time is not right for your questions," Irina said with a slightly Russian accent. "We are about to move to a more..." she paused, "comfortable location."
Sydney's eyebrows furrowed as her mother raised one hand and snapped two fingers together. A young man moved quickly into the room, holding a syringe in one hand. He quickly dispensed the contents into her arm, and left again, in one swift motion. Sydney eyed her mother, not giving away a hint of the fear she was rapidly giving in to. "Do not worry, it is a simple sedative. It will help you rest while we journey to our new destination." For some unexplainable reason, these words soothed her, and she relaxed slightly. The shock of the past week's events was too much for Sydney to bear, and she no longer found herself fighting to stay conscious. Before giving into the tiny invisible weights on her eyelids, she forced one more look at the woman she was ashamed to call her mother. For a split-second, Sydney thought she saw her smile. Then, all was black.