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Into His Arms: Chapter 2
Sark found it harder and harder to concentrate knowing that Sydney would soon be under his control. He methodically went over the plans he had formed in his head trying to recognize any flaws, but he couldn't find one. He contently sat in his new office. He like it much better then any of his previous accommodations. This office was dark and mysterious, and it seemed to reflect everything that was Sark. Of course Sark hadn't analyzed the depths of his new office, he just enjoyed the change.
He wasn't meant to wait long, within the next hour Sydney was brought to Sark's headquarters, and soon after, to his office. What Sark saw pleased him immensely; Sydney was unconscious and looked somewhat battered. He was unsure of whether the injuries were a souvenir from the crash or were caused by her abduction, but either way he was delighted.
It was a rarity to see her in such condition. He was so used to seeing her in such a perfect state, and it had always angered him. He was more familiar with the way she would sneer at him, or calmly shoot back with an insult or witty remark after he said anything. But he was becoming rather fond of the weaker Sydney, who would soon be his to torment. He couldn't wait to walk into her holding cell and see her face contort with fear when she realized no one was coming to save her.
"Sir? Sir?" the guard that accompanied Sydney had been trying to get his attention while he had started to daydream, for how long he was unsure.
"Yes?" Sark replied feigning the idea that he had just chosen to respond now instead of earlier.
"What should I do with her Sir?" the guard stumbled across the words as if he felt bad for the girl before him.
Sark looked directly at Sydney then to the guard and said, "Tie her to a chair in the waiting cell, and call me when she wakes up. We have much to talk about."
Sark turned away before he even heard the guard acknowledge his request. He walked over to his desk and sat down. All he could think about was how much he hated Sydney. He hated her for being able to do everything he couldn't do, but mostly because she could still feel. She could still love and she could still have emotion.
He hated that her job hadn't done to her what his had done to him. His work made him detached and deadened; he didn't care about anything or anyone other then his mission and its success.
It was when he realized this that he decided all he wanted to do was to break Sydney Bristow. To break everything he couldn't be and everything he never had the chance to be. She was the perfect target: she epitomized everything he wanted, everything he needed. He needed to see that the fire in her eyes was extinguished, and he needed to be the one to do it. A guard walked into his office and broke him yet again from his thoughts.
"Yes?" Sark asked, "Is she awake yet?"
"Yes sir, she awoke just a moment ago." The guard replied and then turned to leave.
"Excellent, let the fun begin." With this remark, Sark stood up from his chair and began to leave his office.
Sark walked leisurely down to the holding cell and watched as the guard unlocked the door for him. He knew Sydney wouldn't be able to see him until he was inside due to the shadows; the thought only excited him more. He wouldn't take away from anything that would scare her.
He walked slowly into her cell and said, "Ah Ms. Bristow, I believe I fancy a chat with you."
Author Notes:
--Ok I think I'm getting the hang of this...I'll update later with longer chapters I'm kinda busy!
--Hate it? Like it? Feel like you want to give a suggestion? Review for me and I'll be able to update much faster
Sark found it harder and harder to concentrate knowing that Sydney would soon be under his control. He methodically went over the plans he had formed in his head trying to recognize any flaws, but he couldn't find one. He contently sat in his new office. He like it much better then any of his previous accommodations. This office was dark and mysterious, and it seemed to reflect everything that was Sark. Of course Sark hadn't analyzed the depths of his new office, he just enjoyed the change.
He wasn't meant to wait long, within the next hour Sydney was brought to Sark's headquarters, and soon after, to his office. What Sark saw pleased him immensely; Sydney was unconscious and looked somewhat battered. He was unsure of whether the injuries were a souvenir from the crash or were caused by her abduction, but either way he was delighted.
It was a rarity to see her in such condition. He was so used to seeing her in such a perfect state, and it had always angered him. He was more familiar with the way she would sneer at him, or calmly shoot back with an insult or witty remark after he said anything. But he was becoming rather fond of the weaker Sydney, who would soon be his to torment. He couldn't wait to walk into her holding cell and see her face contort with fear when she realized no one was coming to save her.
"Sir? Sir?" the guard that accompanied Sydney had been trying to get his attention while he had started to daydream, for how long he was unsure.
"Yes?" Sark replied feigning the idea that he had just chosen to respond now instead of earlier.
"What should I do with her Sir?" the guard stumbled across the words as if he felt bad for the girl before him.
Sark looked directly at Sydney then to the guard and said, "Tie her to a chair in the waiting cell, and call me when she wakes up. We have much to talk about."
Sark turned away before he even heard the guard acknowledge his request. He walked over to his desk and sat down. All he could think about was how much he hated Sydney. He hated her for being able to do everything he couldn't do, but mostly because she could still feel. She could still love and she could still have emotion.
He hated that her job hadn't done to her what his had done to him. His work made him detached and deadened; he didn't care about anything or anyone other then his mission and its success.
It was when he realized this that he decided all he wanted to do was to break Sydney Bristow. To break everything he couldn't be and everything he never had the chance to be. She was the perfect target: she epitomized everything he wanted, everything he needed. He needed to see that the fire in her eyes was extinguished, and he needed to be the one to do it. A guard walked into his office and broke him yet again from his thoughts.
"Yes?" Sark asked, "Is she awake yet?"
"Yes sir, she awoke just a moment ago." The guard replied and then turned to leave.
"Excellent, let the fun begin." With this remark, Sark stood up from his chair and began to leave his office.
Sark walked leisurely down to the holding cell and watched as the guard unlocked the door for him. He knew Sydney wouldn't be able to see him until he was inside due to the shadows; the thought only excited him more. He wouldn't take away from anything that would scare her.
He walked slowly into her cell and said, "Ah Ms. Bristow, I believe I fancy a chat with you."
Author Notes:
--Ok I think I'm getting the hang of this...I'll update later with longer chapters I'm kinda busy!
--Hate it? Like it? Feel like you want to give a suggestion? Review for me and I'll be able to update much faster