1Authors Note: I do not and never will own anything relating to Alias. Every character but 1 belongs to Mr. Abrams EXCEPT for Abby Bristow, who belongs to me.
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Arvin Sloane appeared on my opposite side and just the sight of him made me feel sick.
"So turning me into a cannibal with your precious fluid is going to help everyone out?"
My tone was a mix between sarcasm and seriousness. I couldn't believe he actually thought that. Arvin nodded in a simple response to my question.
"Exactly, once your job is complete the world can be reborn again and we knew you wouldn't do it on your own so we decided to help out a bit, give you slight nudge in the right direction if you know what I mean."
I spat at his foot and didn't have time to react before his open palm connected with the side of my face. My neck snapped to the side and my head began to throb painfully.
"You will respect me Abby. I tolerated your sister only because your father was there. She's lucky he never left."
With my head still tilted to the side I smirked, not able to keep myself from laughing even in this dark moment.
"She would have kicked your ass and you know it."
Again his palm hit my face and I felt the skin break painfully apart. A soft groan fell out of my mouth but I slowly raised my head back up. This was what I'd been trained to endure, it was my expertise.
"Do keep in mind Abby that we are alone here; daddy's not here to save you."
I laughed again and looked Mr. Sloane in the eye, not afraid of him or his punishments.
"Daddy wouldn't even both kicking your ass, he'd just pull out his gun and shoo-"
My words were cut off as I ducked down to avoid another slap. The chinese man had been still throughout this but he moved now, grabbing my head and jerking it quickly forward. It was easy to see that this man was more easily angered then I had thought. The man looked urgently to Sloane.
"Arvin, we have to do it now."
But Mr. Sloane just shook his head once more.
"No, it's to soon. The fluid moves fast, don't worry."
The man gruffly let go of my head and I shot him a glare.
"I'm not going to kill Sydney and you know it."
Sloane laughed at my remark and shook his head as if he didn't believe me.
"You don't have a choice in the matter Abby. Rambaldi chose you and you can't refuse destiny."
I rolled my eyes at his comment and immediately began to mimic him.
"Destiny huh? And what if, on the off chance that I really am in your prophecy, your stupid fluid won't work on me?"
He motioned towards the chinese man who came forward and grabbed my head once again. It was bent down so the fleshy part of my neck was revealed. I could hear the sound of clinking metal beside me but couldn't see due to my hair which had fallen down infront of my eyes. Cursing silently I struggled against my captors, though the combined factors of the man and my wrist restraints were to much. My hair dangled as I moved around and I caught a quick glimpse of the green vial in the air. So they were really going to do it then, inject me with that crap so I'd have to kill Sydney. I gulped as I felt the cold needle pressing against my neck.
"You shouldn't worry Abby, just do your job my dear."
I screamed as the needle was pushed into my neck. It was pain greater then I'd ever felt before and tears began to flow freely out of my eyes. The liquid moved through my body quickly and I screamed again as I felt myself changing. I felt angry at everything and my fists clenched. My eyes had long since been closed and when I opened them, a red tint had distorted their coloration. Sloane smiled at me and walked back into the darkness. A patch of light appeared and I heard the footsteps return. The chinese man was motioned away from me and only Mr. Sloane remained next to me.
"Good luck Abby."
I heard Mr. Sloane exit as well now and as I thrashed around, I felt my restraints loosen until they were non-existent. Without thinking I jumped forward out of the chair and ran towards the open door.