Total Vaughn Lover When She was Bad
"This is not a nightmare~~~this is life"(Part III)
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She felt herself running, running as fast as she could, away from the hideous array of murdering that she'd just witnessed, but her legs felt like lead which slowed her down and in a matter of seconds, she was no longer chased by the stench of decay. She was surrounded by it, swallowed in whole. It was salty and sour at the same time and bombarded all of her senses. She was tearing by the time she reached what looked like a huge metal door.
She yanked it open with all the strength she had left and when she stepped through it all she remembered seeing was an expanse of blinding white light.
The she found her eyes open wider than usual, and the bright whiteness around her impaired her vision for a second. She squinted and slowly allowed her eyes to adjust to her surroundings. She felt a wet sensation gently rub the heat from her face.
She sighed with relief. "Nurse~~~"
"Hello Ms. Bristow," said a voice that she didn't recognize. It was a female but it sounded very muffled.
The nurse didn't say anything else, in fact Sydney was sure she'd just left the room. She decided to stretch out her legs, they needed some exercise after being cooped up in a bed. For one they could become flabby, and two she knew that she could develop a blood clot in her legs if she wasn't active.
Only when she tried to move them, she found she couldn't.
Sydney's first instinct was to panic. But somehow she curbed it, chocking it up to temporary paralysis, a result she assumed of the overwhelming stress she'd been going through.
But when she couldn't move her hands, she freaked out. And when she saw herself surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings, her heart started ramming against her ribs in panic. She wasn't in the comfort of her hospital bed at the Naval Facility. This room was small and all walls, the ceiling and the floor was white.
It only had room for one table, which she was obviously laying on. She realized that heavy duty straps had been put in place over each of her wrists, her abdomen and both her ankles.
Oh god! Was she being kidnapped again? She was really starting to get tired of waking up in a different place from where she'd remembered falling to sleep.
She laid back and took a deep breath, her mind racking with escaping possibilities while at the same time anticipating what was going to happen next. There was nothing more she could do, and if she didn't cooperate, she might not get out of here. The CIA was treating her like a criminal, that was an undeniable fact but she'd rather be in their company than in some terrorist group that had destroyed her life and forced her husband against her.
While she waited, her eyes swerved around the room, looking for any evidence she was being monitored. She couldn't help it, the dream got to her. It felt so real, she'd watched herself snap the neck of a human being as though it were an insignificant stick. But she decided to be mum about it. IT would be pointless to say if it weren't true and could open a door she might want to close but wouldn't be able to do so later.
She tried to calm herself down, tried to think with an operating mind but she found it very difficult in the mind boggling room There were few things that bothered Sydney but she liked knowing where she was.
That wasn't so much to ask, was it?
The only thing keeping Sydney from breaking her arms to get out of the straps was the determination that she would be able to get to a phone and tell the CIA her wherabouts.
The door to her room opened and in stepped a handsome looking doctor, dressed in surgical scrubs followed by Michael Vaughn in his clean professional suit, walking in with a sense of purpose.
Sydney felt a scream coming on but she fought it with all her might, not wanting to get sedated again, or worse.
The doctor came towards her and she jerked her head away, not wanting to know what he had come in here to do to her.
"Agent Sydney Bristow," Vaughn addressed her sharply. Sydney meekly turned his way, had she any more strength she would have put on a game face and make Vaughn regret ever doubting her.
"I am Director Michael Vaughn and I have been temporarily transferred to the L.A task force," he spouted in an all-business tone then pulled out what looked like an order and thrust it in her face. "This is a order stating that I have been authorized to put you through a formal interrogation. What I need you to do is sign this form to confirm that you have heard what I've said to you.
The doctor stepped forward and silently handed her a pen that Sydney hesitated before taking it into her tentative hands.
"Just tell me you're not the one cutting my brain open," she smirked as she gracefully signed her name on the dotted line, feeling if she didn't, she would have a gun pointed at her head the next time around.
"Oh cocky, that's a great way to start the day," Vaughn laughed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He took the paper, verified the signature then handed it to the doc. "Why don't you go get that processed. The first part of this interrogation I want to have full control of first. I'll call you in when I need you later to do your part."
"B~but s~sir, regulation states~~~"
"SCREW REGULATION!" Vaughn cut in angrily and Sydney would have jumped if she wasn't bound to the table. "THIS woman murdered my wife right in front of me! Give me ten minutes alone with her. If the feds come after you, I'll take care of it."
The doctor studied Vaughn and then gave in. He obviously didn't want to make him angry. "All right, but ten minutes. You know what torture methods you've been authorized for."
Michael nodded his head and watched the door till the doctor left then snapped it shut and locked it. Then he turned and circled Sydney, like vulture aiming for the kill.
"Well~~~well~~~well~~~I never thought I would have to do this to you," he began with a bitter smile as he pulled on a pair of disposable gloves. "Honestly, I really thought we would be married by now, maybe have a baby of our own. I never thought I'd have to bring you in here."
Sydney could swear she heard genuine remorse in her ex-boyfriend's voice. She watched him pained, she had expected the same thing.
"To explain the circumstances of why you are here is because, in my twisted, and currently cold-hearted way, I want to give you a chance to be truthful with me and let you give me a reason to let you regain my trust."
"How thoughtful," she thought sarcastically, but she kept the comment to herself. She was lucky that he was even being human with her if what she'd seen in her dream had been true.
"And how you got here is quite simple. I put in for sick leave, flew over to the Naval Facility, had you sedated by some very reluctant nurses then put you on a plane and carried you over to where you are now."
All this matter of fact talking was getting on Sydney's last nerve and she had the daunting feelings that Michael knew that and was doing this on purpose.
"A~And where exactly am I?"
"It's the place where they tortured inmates who were part of the now defunct group, the Rapture. My first assignment as a field agent," Michael replied in that simple, tone of spouting facts.
The Rapture did ring a bell but to Sydney it was no more than a name of a dangerous band of people, out to conquer the world.
"This place is secluded and you probably wouldn't' know where we are even if I did give you the specifis," Michael continued as he messed with syringes, prodding objects and sharp scalpels. "I chose this place specifically for this reason."
Sydney stared at Vaughn, studied the emotions present in his eyes, trying to find any proof at all whether he was joking or being serious she decided to wait for him to say~~~ "Will, that's it. I knew he would try to stop me if he found out~~~so I had to make sure he didn't."
Sydney's blood ran cold and gave her skin a paler flag then it already did.
"So, I'd like to begin," he stared with a smile as he took hold of her arm and scrubbed it with a cold disinfectant. "When I found you in Hong Kong, you said that the last thing you remember is Francie Calfo and killing her double."
"Y~yes," Sydney said in the most stable tone she could muster, but she avoided his eyes. She wasn't ready to see the reaction in his emerald irises.
"Sydney, I told you that you killed my wife, that you shot me, Weiss and Will," Vaughn went on without missing a beat. "Will you admit to those actions now~~~Or do I have to perform an arterial puncture on you?"
Sydney glanced over at Vaughn who was getting ready a needle with a huge gauge and two other ones to, she sighed with relief, to numb her up. Still arterial punctures was her least favorite medical procedure.
"D~Director V~Vaughn, I~I told you. I don't remember," she repeated, her face overwhelmed by panic.
Vaughn let out a sigh, picked up one of the needles and injected it with so much force Sydney was sure he'd bust her artery. She let out a big grunt, fighting Vaughn's hand to keep her from moving. Only it didn't work. Vaughn was serious and he was flexing all this strength.
"You know what the problem with that is?" Michael inquired, raising an eyebrow. "It's that I don't believe you."
"But Michael, you know me, you know I couldn't have done this. Even if I wanted you so bad, I would never ever kill your wife," Sydney protested, then let out another yelp when he poked her again.
"This is a business-related interrogation, Agent Bristow," Michael reminded her fiercly. "Going forward you will address me as Agent or Director Vaughn. You will also refrain from making any bursts. Failure to comply with these can result in some severe consequences, is this understood, Agent Bristow?"
Sydney didn't reply. She was too confused, too hurt.
"Agent Bristow, did you hear me?"
"Y~yes."
Michael nodded his approval then clicked onto a remote to bring up a console. "Agent Bristow, if you insist on denying the matter of murdering civilian Viola Vaughn and decapitating CIA officer Eric Weiss, we are going to have a problem."
"I'm sure we will," Sydney agreed but what she didn't remember, she didn't remember.
"I have received intel that you went to see Agent Weiss, that you practically threatened the life of a nurse if she didn't allow you into ICU, what do you have to say to that?"
"W~wait a minute! What, are you having people spy on me?" Sydney demanded, angrily, her voice shaking from suppressing the sobs that she felt rocking her throat.
"I have to," Michael argued, not looking particularly happy to address that fact. "I have to until I figure out if you really are clueless of if you're just acting. You've killed before Bristow, and that's no proof that you won't do it again."
Michael brought up a video of feed Syd as she had been in Weiss' room. He paused it on a moment when she'd become agitated. "Seems that something here triggered your emotions, can you explain to me what you were feeling during that moment?"
Sydney knew exactly what had happened but she wasn't too sure Michael was going to love what his ex-lover had to say. "You sure you want to hear this?"
"If I didn't, I wouldn't have bothered asking," he retorted bluntly.
"Okay," Sydney blew out a breath and closed her eyes. "I was actually ranting about why I lose you or actually how had I lost you without my knowing," she began quietly.
Vaughn was shaken by that comment, that was evident. 'So you trying to tell me you were asking your former friend for love advice?""
Sydney nodded.
"LIAR! You knew what you'd done the moment you laid eyes on him and you were so disgusted by your action, that's what happened here Agent Bristow," Michael corrected for her then picked up his pen to jot down information only he knew of.
"No! I may not know a lot of thing but I know that is not what happened! And don't' bother writing it down. I sure as hell am not going to confirm it!"
"You will if you don't want me to make you!"
Sydney was about to ask what he would do. The next second she got her answer, Vaughn injected her with a temporarily paralyzing sedative. She felt as though she'd been slammed on the table and magnetically forced not to move.
He then hit a button. A beautiful picture of a vibrant brunettte with violet eyes appeared on the console.
"Do you recognize this woman?"
Sydney shook her head, but looked as though she'd gotten a headache from seeing the slide.
"You should," Vaughn accused her. "You killed her." He took a breather then added. "This is Viola Sanchez Vaughn, my dead beloved wife."
Sydney caught a tear on Vaughn's lashes and couldn't help but feel jealousy at witnessing his obvious feelings for another woman. Though, it shouldn't have surprised her, Vaughn, wasn't the type of guy to marry someone other than for love. But it was something she couldn't accept.
"I~~~no~~~this is not true. I~~~I don't' believe it!" she cried.
"Not convincing enough for you," Vaughn quipped, staring at her lazily. 'Maybe you couldn't recognize her in all her youth and vibrant beauty. Perhaps you'll be able to decipher from this next photo."
Vaughn clicked the switch and a new image flickered on this wall. Sydney coughed when she recognized the picture. It was a scene from her nightmare. The same cut up body, the same hair, pale skin and violet lips. Vaughn stood over her, with one hand clutched over Sydney's-inflicted bullet wound and with his other hand it appeared he was covering her eyes.
She examined Vaughn who was also staring at image. She'd never see him so distraught. He looked just like the grieving man for a moment, with his green eyes bloodshot, rimmed with tears, his jaw clenched and his forehead creased. It was also evident that his shirt was tight because of how strained his breathing was. The next second his depression was replaced by pure loathing, and anger that made her think before she said anything else.
"There, does that ring a bell or are you still going to act like you would never hurt me and that you could never do this?"
Sydney didn't reply. Vaughn turned away from the picture to Sydney and was filled with uncontrollable heat. She closed her eyes tightly.
"Oh no you don't Sydney!" Vaughn growled and grabbed her by the pajama top she had on, jerking her awake. She found herself slammed against the wall, but she was struck incoherent that she barely felt the blow, which seemed to irritated Vaughn so much that he slammed her again. Sydney let out a low, "Ow."
"Shut up, that's nothing compared to what she felt when you snapped her neck and had your partner practically raped her," Vaughn roared, so angry that his body was convulsively shaking, pointing a trembling finger at the grotesque picture. "Stop denying what you did Sydney, unless you want me to snap your neck as well."
Sydney felt Michael's hand move to her neck and tighten. She glanced at his arms and could see that he'd flexed his muscles. If he wanted to, he really could have.
"V~Vaughn."
Michael tightened his grip a little more then finally relaxed his arms, to Sydney's surprise and relief. She stared up at him with frightened eyes. "Only I'm not going to one, I could never kill you, no matter how much I detest your guts. I know Viola is watching over me and she would never forgive me if she found out her death has made me a monster."
Sydney nodded, taking in everything he was saying. Okay, so she didn't have to worry about losing her life. What a relief. She visibly relaxed and she let out a slow breath.
"But that doesn't mean I can't put you through an equal amount of agony," he reminded her, picking up a scalpel from the tray. "There's some things that are worse than death."
Sydney gulped. She didn't doubt that at all she'd gone through unimaginable procedures of torture, some she'd never known existed until she'd joined the CIA and gotten messed up into the business of becoming a double agent for the CIA and SD-6.
"Agent Bristow when we returned from our personal venture and went on our mission to Indonesia, you claimed to be ill and I sent you to a hospital suite, but when I came to see how you were doing~~~you were not there. You just vanished. You finally returned a week later claming you just had to do some shopping which none of us bought." He paused to let that sink in. "Sydney, the first day I met you, I told you I had an instinct about you. That day was the only day I doubted it. So I'm going to ask you this. What were you really doing that week when you disappeared?"
"I~I don't know, I~I don't remember going to Indonesia or going to Santa Barbara," she reminded him, her facial features growing tight from irritation. "I already told you that."
"Yeah. And I already told you you're lying but you haven't succumbed to that either," Vaughn shot back. "But that's fine, I will get out of you."
Sydney was about to ask how but the evil glint in his eye and mischievous smile on his snide expression rendered her speechless. That expression looked all too familiar and her heart filled with dread when she knew why. She'd had the same "mad," expression right before he'd shot her friend and killed the innocent civilian her ex-boyfriend had replaced her with.
"Oh don't bother asking why," he crooned as he grabbed a painting brush and dabbed. The brown liquid against her abdomen that Vaughn had exposed by pulling up her top. She felt a very cold sensation, and the strong smell of disinfectant attacked her nostrils reminding her strongly or the surgical ward.
"Now how would you feel if I was to reopen this scar you've got here? That'll probably leave a huge scar on your nicely-toned tummy? Which means no bikini tops for you, unless your next boyfriend will enjoy seeing an ugly gash where your stomach used to be."
Sydney gasped when she saw Michael place one gloved hand against her tummy and laid the scalpel's blade against her skin.
"You have something you want to say before I make the first cut, perhaps to change my mind?" Vaughn repeated, staring at Sydney with one of those angst-filled stares. His hand was shaking as though he were just waiting for her to give him a reason not to cut her open and hurt her.
Sydney felt terrible but she wasn't going to lie to him.
"No."
Vaughn let out a heavy sigh, disappointment flooded his expression. "Sydney, I don't' know why you're doing this, I'm giving you a chance to come clean. Don't you know I'll be able to find out what's in your mind by having you undergo celebretolosis?"
"Director Vaughn, I know you want me to say yes, I do remember~~~but then I'd be lying to you. I can't remember Agent Vaughn, no matter how much you threaten me what I don't know I don't know."
"If that's how you really want to do this," Vaughn applied pressure to the knife and let it sink in a little before he slowly pulled it back.
Sydney kept her face as emotionless as possible. She knew Vaughn was just waiting for her to crack. And she would have, if only her determination to not give him that satisfaction wasn't so strong. But she felt it, every nerve ending the knife sliced sent an instantaneous message to her brain that she should be feelings pain, and she could barely keep from crying out.
"Hmm~~~I knew your pain threshold was strong but I must say, I thought you'd be crying by now. I'm impressed," Vaughn laughed as he began another incision, this time from one side of her belly to the other. "Not painful enough for ya? Well I've got one more piece I want you listen to, and this time if you deny it, I'll get the surgeon in here and have him perform a hysterectomy on you, and you can be awake for the full length of it."
Sydney continued to stare at the ceiling. She didn't want to see what he would do next. Not having to see what was being done to her certainly made convincing herself she wasn't in pain a lot easier and effective. Though she was kidding herself if she thought that would help her become a human anesthetic.
She heard Vaughn click a button. She heard static for a few moment, but when that died away, she recognized the next voice as the strangled and desperate cry of her three favorite guys.
"S~syd," she heard Vaughn cry. "Baby, you don't want to do this, you know you don't!"
"Oh~~~actually, I think I do," she heard her own voice taunt. "Sorry Mike, I hate you and no amount of sweet talking is going to change my mind."
Sydney coughed hard as she gulped down the guilt she felt rise in her throat. She was ready to sprain her wrists or worse, but she didn't, knowing that if they were broken, she wouldn't be able to mobilize them over her ears.
"Syd, stop this. If you want attention, you've gotten it, so you don't' have to do this!" scolded a voice she recognized immediately as her best friend Will's. "Come on Syd, don't do it. The Syd I know won't~~~"
"Look, the Syd you knew was evil and weak and I hated her. So I had her killed myself. Your best friend doesn't exist and the former love of your life is dead!" her voice cackled.
Sydney felt those words stab her, as though they'd seared through her flesh and punctured her heart. She saw Vaughn had taken a seat and had silently began sobbing, frustrated perhaps with himself for not being able to prevent what had happened.
That was enough to send her over the top.
"No!" she screamed in agony. "No! I can't listen to this! Please Vaughn let me go, let me go!"
Vaughn's head popped up and his face was spread with concern at Sydney's sudden outburst. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. He reached over to press the stop button on the tape recorder and then settled back onto his chair.
"Sydney, is there something you'd like to me?" he asked quietly, turning his recorder on and placed it on the table.
Sydney thought about it for a moment. Either way he was going to find out. It seemed so pointless in hiding it. And maybe if she told him even that little bit, he'll bless her with a numbing cream and biodegradable sutures. And~~~maybe he would tell her if her other dream, of the baby was also some kind of flashback.
"Agent Bristow, do I have to turn on the recorder again?"
"No!" she blurted out instantly, not too keen on hearing anymore of her evil talking or of the struggle that would follow sooner or later. "Please, no."
Vaughn obliged and remained sitting. He laid the clipboard onto his lap then reached forward on his elbows and supported his face with the heels of his palms. "Okay, I wont' Syd. But only if you'll explain to me why hearing that caused you that outburst."
Sydney nodded. "Okay, but~~~you've got to do two things for me first."
"I'll keep negotiating any awards till after you've given me your statement," Vaughn put in firmly. "Reject that and you know what will happen to you."
Sydney tried not to grip. Things weren't going the way she wanted them to and that always had a tendency of frustrating her. she saw Michael raise a glinting silver probing instrument and gulped.
"Okay, I will, just, loosen these straps for me first. I feel like I'm paralyzed."
"Well~~~that was the idea."
Sydney couldn't believe it. Wasn't she Michael's former lover, the one he would protect for life? Could that really all have disappeared? Michael wasn't giving her an inch.
There was an awkward pause.
"Sydney~~~You were going to say."
Vaughn's eyes were fixed on her expectantly and that actually still made her heart race. She really hoped what she said would please him and if not anything else, remind him what a loving young woman she'd once been, her only priority to please her loved ones.
"I~~~I don't' know how long ago it was but I had a dream, a dream where I watched myself tell you you were nothing. Will was there, and so was Weiss. And then there was~~~Viola Vaughn, I believe th~that was y~your wife."
Vaughn clenched his fists, trying to keep his rage in check. And at the same time he looked toward Sydney who really did look uncomfortable about discussing his wife, even mentioning his wife's name.
"What else did you see? Did you see yourself shooting at us, killing my wife?' he said quietly, straining not to break into tears as he made eye contact with Sydney.
Sydney bit her lip and nodded her head.
"So you admit to it, then."
To this Sydney reacted quite hysterically. "No! I don't, I don't' remember anything. I saw it in my dream, Vaughn, when I was sleeping!"
"But you reacted to the tap and of course you did but that isn't because you freaked out from déjà vu, you are in disbelief. You were pondering what that dream meant, the moment you heard the recording it made sense, you got a liable explanation and you just don't' want to believe it," he corrected her, talking in fluent psychobabble that she hated so much.
"No! You're wrong Vaughn!" she shouted back to him. Then she tried to pull herself out of the straps. She then let out an angry cry. She didn't understand why the hell she had to be treated like a criminal? And she couldn't understand why she couldn't get out of the situation. Where was the Sydney who'd risked her lives without hesitation, the one who'd made it back every time the CIA didn't' think she would?
That was until the latest development in her life. The one where Vaughn was trying to convince her. she'd basically lost her mind five years ago. Well for her, she had to have lost her mind if she'd ever said she'd fallen out of love with Michael Vaughn.
It sure seemed like it, Sydney Bristow had became nothing more than mortal husk that her ex-boyfriend could do nothing but shred apart. Sure his words hurt but gradually it all became an annoying numb sensation. That's right, she felt totally numb, her words wouldn't be listened to, her body wouldn't obey her wishes, and her mind kept secrets from her. This was an all-time low for her.
Vaughn watched her wither on that table and with difficulty. It was so hard for him to watch Sydney in such a confused, helpless, give up state. Where was the extremely skilled and headstrong. Sydney who'd thought she was smarter than her handler from day one, the one who made him feel anger, fear, all his human emotions in a way he'd never felt before?
Oh god, if he could just find the answer to that things could get a little easier for him and Sydney.
Michae pulled off his gloves and shoved them into a trashcan then he pulled on another pair and scooted closer to Sydney. He gently moved her gown away from her belly and felt the gash and the skin surrounding it. He could feel her eyes on him as he fiddle with a hypodermic and wished he didn't have to be this way. He turned back towards her with the needle and cotton pad on hand.
"This is a bit of lidocaine, thought you might want to be numbed while I stitch you up."
Sydney shifted as Vaughn slowly pushed the medicine into the affected area. She felt the pain deadening a few seconds later and wept. This was her first moment of relief and she was sure she'd never been more thankful for lidocaine in her life.
She felt pressure on her belly and assumed Vaughn had begun to clean her up.
"S~Sydney~~~" he began in the gentlest tone as he'd done why they'd been the happiest couple in the CIA. "I know you're going to think this is a cop out and that I'm an inhuman bastard but Syd, I'm only doing my job. You don't remember it now but in my eyes Sydney, you're a criminal, a monster that is on the path to becoming an Irena Derevko and so of course I wanted to put you in a cell."
Sydney didn't say anything but Vaughn could tell from her expression that she was listening. He carefully threaded a needle and began stitching up the long incision he'd made, dabbing gauze at the seeping blood as necessary.
"Syd, I'll admit, I know I'm going too far and expecting to much if I say and believe that you do in fact remember everything," Vaughn lamented concentrating on his task at hand. "But I don't' think you're telling me everything you do know. For instance, the dream. Yeah, it is a dream and since you claim to not know of that event there is no way you can be 100% certain that did happen~~~but that doesn't mean you can be 100% sure that it didn't' happen either. I mean Syd, you're a smart woman, I know you put those puzzle pieces together, when that recording coincided with your nightmare and of course that was only because you were convinced already that this could be a flashback."
"Agent Vaughn, I already told you~~~"
"I just want you to tell me the truth Sydney, that's all and then I might believe there really is that Sydney. I know still in there, somewhere," he pleaded as he laid a bandage on top of it then began rolling gauze around her body. "Please Syd, you killed my wife, the truth, it the least you can do for me."
Sydney gave the strap around her leg one more good yank and it broke like wet tissue paper. She then kicked of her other one and somehow found the strength to kick Vaughn against the wall as she bit through the straps just enough so she could pull her hands free. She stood up and towered over Vaughn who actually cowered under her.
"So you think my dreams are flashbacks? Well then maybe I should tell you about the other one that's been preying on my mind!" she snarled and pulled Vaughn to his feet then slammed him against the table she'd been on and blew her cool breath in his face. "I had a dream Vaughn, that I delivered a baby girl, a girl you couldn't witness the birth of except through a glass wall. A girl you told me you were the father of."
Vaughn saw Sydney staring into his eyes trying to depict the emotion present in them and jerked away. He wasn't about to give her that satisfaction.
I need you to tell me Michael, do I have a daughter named Michedney? Did we have a baby together?"
Vaughn didn't answer. Instead he pushed a red button that he had in his pant pocket, a small device all agents were given whenever they went to do a formal interrogation just in case the inmate became a threat as Sydney had.
"Agent Vaughn, ANSWER ME!" she screamed and then socked him so hard on the face that he was forced to turn his head. His lip broke and he pulled a napkin from the supply under the table and dabbed it to his mouth.
Then he let out a low chuckle that reminded her of a rumbling bout of thunder.
"Vaughn, what the hell is so funny?" she shrieked, as he calmly turned his head back so he was level with her.
"Just the fact that you've made the biggest mistake of hurting me," he snickered.
A split second passed and the door to the torture chamber bust open and five strong men with stun guns charge into the room. Sydney looked at them with real fear in her eyes and she had good reason to be. They'd come in for her! She put her back against Vaughn and kicked the first two guards in front of her but it was no use. They were too much for Sydney to fight alone.
The next moment Sydney was yanked off of Vaughn by her two arms and shot with a tranquilizer dart that knocked her out just long enough for Vaughn to be extracted from the room. Meanwhile a screaming Sydney was backhanded, whipped and then restrapped to the hard metal table only to await the doctor that she'd initially met, now ready to do his job.
Sydney didn't see what was being done to her but the sensation of touch told her everything she needed to know. She was in pain, physical pain, emotion pain and other forms of pain she didn't know even existed.
Agent Vaughn heard her for a few moments as he sat outside against the wall and cringed. As wrong as Sydney had been to turn the situation around and make him the victim, he thought brandishing whips on her body was uncalled for. Call him chicken but he couldn't bear to listen to anymore of her crying. He closed the heavy door, got to his feet then pushed any feelings or thoughts that had arisen about Sydney to the back to this mind, then went off, only thinking of how he'd nurse his bleeding lip.
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"This is not a nightmare~~~this is life"(Part III)
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She felt herself running, running as fast as she could, away from the hideous array of murdering that she'd just witnessed, but her legs felt like lead which slowed her down and in a matter of seconds, she was no longer chased by the stench of decay. She was surrounded by it, swallowed in whole. It was salty and sour at the same time and bombarded all of her senses. She was tearing by the time she reached what looked like a huge metal door.
She yanked it open with all the strength she had left and when she stepped through it all she remembered seeing was an expanse of blinding white light.
The she found her eyes open wider than usual, and the bright whiteness around her impaired her vision for a second. She squinted and slowly allowed her eyes to adjust to her surroundings. She felt a wet sensation gently rub the heat from her face.
She sighed with relief. "Nurse~~~"
"Hello Ms. Bristow," said a voice that she didn't recognize. It was a female but it sounded very muffled.
The nurse didn't say anything else, in fact Sydney was sure she'd just left the room. She decided to stretch out her legs, they needed some exercise after being cooped up in a bed. For one they could become flabby, and two she knew that she could develop a blood clot in her legs if she wasn't active.
Only when she tried to move them, she found she couldn't.
Sydney's first instinct was to panic. But somehow she curbed it, chocking it up to temporary paralysis, a result she assumed of the overwhelming stress she'd been going through.
But when she couldn't move her hands, she freaked out. And when she saw herself surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings, her heart started ramming against her ribs in panic. She wasn't in the comfort of her hospital bed at the Naval Facility. This room was small and all walls, the ceiling and the floor was white.
It only had room for one table, which she was obviously laying on. She realized that heavy duty straps had been put in place over each of her wrists, her abdomen and both her ankles.
Oh god! Was she being kidnapped again? She was really starting to get tired of waking up in a different place from where she'd remembered falling to sleep.
She laid back and took a deep breath, her mind racking with escaping possibilities while at the same time anticipating what was going to happen next. There was nothing more she could do, and if she didn't cooperate, she might not get out of here. The CIA was treating her like a criminal, that was an undeniable fact but she'd rather be in their company than in some terrorist group that had destroyed her life and forced her husband against her.
While she waited, her eyes swerved around the room, looking for any evidence she was being monitored. She couldn't help it, the dream got to her. It felt so real, she'd watched herself snap the neck of a human being as though it were an insignificant stick. But she decided to be mum about it. IT would be pointless to say if it weren't true and could open a door she might want to close but wouldn't be able to do so later.
She tried to calm herself down, tried to think with an operating mind but she found it very difficult in the mind boggling room There were few things that bothered Sydney but she liked knowing where she was.
That wasn't so much to ask, was it?
The only thing keeping Sydney from breaking her arms to get out of the straps was the determination that she would be able to get to a phone and tell the CIA her wherabouts.
The door to her room opened and in stepped a handsome looking doctor, dressed in surgical scrubs followed by Michael Vaughn in his clean professional suit, walking in with a sense of purpose.
Sydney felt a scream coming on but she fought it with all her might, not wanting to get sedated again, or worse.
The doctor came towards her and she jerked her head away, not wanting to know what he had come in here to do to her.
"Agent Sydney Bristow," Vaughn addressed her sharply. Sydney meekly turned his way, had she any more strength she would have put on a game face and make Vaughn regret ever doubting her.
"I am Director Michael Vaughn and I have been temporarily transferred to the L.A task force," he spouted in an all-business tone then pulled out what looked like an order and thrust it in her face. "This is a order stating that I have been authorized to put you through a formal interrogation. What I need you to do is sign this form to confirm that you have heard what I've said to you.
The doctor stepped forward and silently handed her a pen that Sydney hesitated before taking it into her tentative hands.
"Just tell me you're not the one cutting my brain open," she smirked as she gracefully signed her name on the dotted line, feeling if she didn't, she would have a gun pointed at her head the next time around.
"Oh cocky, that's a great way to start the day," Vaughn laughed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He took the paper, verified the signature then handed it to the doc. "Why don't you go get that processed. The first part of this interrogation I want to have full control of first. I'll call you in when I need you later to do your part."
"B~but s~sir, regulation states~~~"
"SCREW REGULATION!" Vaughn cut in angrily and Sydney would have jumped if she wasn't bound to the table. "THIS woman murdered my wife right in front of me! Give me ten minutes alone with her. If the feds come after you, I'll take care of it."
The doctor studied Vaughn and then gave in. He obviously didn't want to make him angry. "All right, but ten minutes. You know what torture methods you've been authorized for."
Michael nodded his head and watched the door till the doctor left then snapped it shut and locked it. Then he turned and circled Sydney, like vulture aiming for the kill.
"Well~~~well~~~well~~~I never thought I would have to do this to you," he began with a bitter smile as he pulled on a pair of disposable gloves. "Honestly, I really thought we would be married by now, maybe have a baby of our own. I never thought I'd have to bring you in here."
Sydney could swear she heard genuine remorse in her ex-boyfriend's voice. She watched him pained, she had expected the same thing.
"To explain the circumstances of why you are here is because, in my twisted, and currently cold-hearted way, I want to give you a chance to be truthful with me and let you give me a reason to let you regain my trust."
"How thoughtful," she thought sarcastically, but she kept the comment to herself. She was lucky that he was even being human with her if what she'd seen in her dream had been true.
"And how you got here is quite simple. I put in for sick leave, flew over to the Naval Facility, had you sedated by some very reluctant nurses then put you on a plane and carried you over to where you are now."
All this matter of fact talking was getting on Sydney's last nerve and she had the daunting feelings that Michael knew that and was doing this on purpose.
"A~And where exactly am I?"
"It's the place where they tortured inmates who were part of the now defunct group, the Rapture. My first assignment as a field agent," Michael replied in that simple, tone of spouting facts.
The Rapture did ring a bell but to Sydney it was no more than a name of a dangerous band of people, out to conquer the world.
"This place is secluded and you probably wouldn't' know where we are even if I did give you the specifis," Michael continued as he messed with syringes, prodding objects and sharp scalpels. "I chose this place specifically for this reason."
Sydney stared at Vaughn, studied the emotions present in his eyes, trying to find any proof at all whether he was joking or being serious she decided to wait for him to say~~~ "Will, that's it. I knew he would try to stop me if he found out~~~so I had to make sure he didn't."
Sydney's blood ran cold and gave her skin a paler flag then it already did.
"So, I'd like to begin," he stared with a smile as he took hold of her arm and scrubbed it with a cold disinfectant. "When I found you in Hong Kong, you said that the last thing you remember is Francie Calfo and killing her double."
"Y~yes," Sydney said in the most stable tone she could muster, but she avoided his eyes. She wasn't ready to see the reaction in his emerald irises.
"Sydney, I told you that you killed my wife, that you shot me, Weiss and Will," Vaughn went on without missing a beat. "Will you admit to those actions now~~~Or do I have to perform an arterial puncture on you?"
Sydney glanced over at Vaughn who was getting ready a needle with a huge gauge and two other ones to, she sighed with relief, to numb her up. Still arterial punctures was her least favorite medical procedure.
"D~Director V~Vaughn, I~I told you. I don't remember," she repeated, her face overwhelmed by panic.
Vaughn let out a sigh, picked up one of the needles and injected it with so much force Sydney was sure he'd bust her artery. She let out a big grunt, fighting Vaughn's hand to keep her from moving. Only it didn't work. Vaughn was serious and he was flexing all this strength.
"You know what the problem with that is?" Michael inquired, raising an eyebrow. "It's that I don't believe you."
"But Michael, you know me, you know I couldn't have done this. Even if I wanted you so bad, I would never ever kill your wife," Sydney protested, then let out another yelp when he poked her again.
"This is a business-related interrogation, Agent Bristow," Michael reminded her fiercly. "Going forward you will address me as Agent or Director Vaughn. You will also refrain from making any bursts. Failure to comply with these can result in some severe consequences, is this understood, Agent Bristow?"
Sydney didn't reply. She was too confused, too hurt.
"Agent Bristow, did you hear me?"
"Y~yes."
Michael nodded his approval then clicked onto a remote to bring up a console. "Agent Bristow, if you insist on denying the matter of murdering civilian Viola Vaughn and decapitating CIA officer Eric Weiss, we are going to have a problem."
"I'm sure we will," Sydney agreed but what she didn't remember, she didn't remember.
"I have received intel that you went to see Agent Weiss, that you practically threatened the life of a nurse if she didn't allow you into ICU, what do you have to say to that?"
"W~wait a minute! What, are you having people spy on me?" Sydney demanded, angrily, her voice shaking from suppressing the sobs that she felt rocking her throat.
"I have to," Michael argued, not looking particularly happy to address that fact. "I have to until I figure out if you really are clueless of if you're just acting. You've killed before Bristow, and that's no proof that you won't do it again."
Michael brought up a video of feed Syd as she had been in Weiss' room. He paused it on a moment when she'd become agitated. "Seems that something here triggered your emotions, can you explain to me what you were feeling during that moment?"
Sydney knew exactly what had happened but she wasn't too sure Michael was going to love what his ex-lover had to say. "You sure you want to hear this?"
"If I didn't, I wouldn't have bothered asking," he retorted bluntly.
"Okay," Sydney blew out a breath and closed her eyes. "I was actually ranting about why I lose you or actually how had I lost you without my knowing," she began quietly.
Vaughn was shaken by that comment, that was evident. 'So you trying to tell me you were asking your former friend for love advice?""
Sydney nodded.
"LIAR! You knew what you'd done the moment you laid eyes on him and you were so disgusted by your action, that's what happened here Agent Bristow," Michael corrected for her then picked up his pen to jot down information only he knew of.
"No! I may not know a lot of thing but I know that is not what happened! And don't' bother writing it down. I sure as hell am not going to confirm it!"
"You will if you don't want me to make you!"
Sydney was about to ask what he would do. The next second she got her answer, Vaughn injected her with a temporarily paralyzing sedative. She felt as though she'd been slammed on the table and magnetically forced not to move.
He then hit a button. A beautiful picture of a vibrant brunettte with violet eyes appeared on the console.
"Do you recognize this woman?"
Sydney shook her head, but looked as though she'd gotten a headache from seeing the slide.
"You should," Vaughn accused her. "You killed her." He took a breather then added. "This is Viola Sanchez Vaughn, my dead beloved wife."
Sydney caught a tear on Vaughn's lashes and couldn't help but feel jealousy at witnessing his obvious feelings for another woman. Though, it shouldn't have surprised her, Vaughn, wasn't the type of guy to marry someone other than for love. But it was something she couldn't accept.
"I~~~no~~~this is not true. I~~~I don't' believe it!" she cried.
"Not convincing enough for you," Vaughn quipped, staring at her lazily. 'Maybe you couldn't recognize her in all her youth and vibrant beauty. Perhaps you'll be able to decipher from this next photo."
Vaughn clicked the switch and a new image flickered on this wall. Sydney coughed when she recognized the picture. It was a scene from her nightmare. The same cut up body, the same hair, pale skin and violet lips. Vaughn stood over her, with one hand clutched over Sydney's-inflicted bullet wound and with his other hand it appeared he was covering her eyes.
She examined Vaughn who was also staring at image. She'd never see him so distraught. He looked just like the grieving man for a moment, with his green eyes bloodshot, rimmed with tears, his jaw clenched and his forehead creased. It was also evident that his shirt was tight because of how strained his breathing was. The next second his depression was replaced by pure loathing, and anger that made her think before she said anything else.
"There, does that ring a bell or are you still going to act like you would never hurt me and that you could never do this?"
Sydney didn't reply. Vaughn turned away from the picture to Sydney and was filled with uncontrollable heat. She closed her eyes tightly.
"Oh no you don't Sydney!" Vaughn growled and grabbed her by the pajama top she had on, jerking her awake. She found herself slammed against the wall, but she was struck incoherent that she barely felt the blow, which seemed to irritated Vaughn so much that he slammed her again. Sydney let out a low, "Ow."
"Shut up, that's nothing compared to what she felt when you snapped her neck and had your partner practically raped her," Vaughn roared, so angry that his body was convulsively shaking, pointing a trembling finger at the grotesque picture. "Stop denying what you did Sydney, unless you want me to snap your neck as well."
Sydney felt Michael's hand move to her neck and tighten. She glanced at his arms and could see that he'd flexed his muscles. If he wanted to, he really could have.
"V~Vaughn."
Michael tightened his grip a little more then finally relaxed his arms, to Sydney's surprise and relief. She stared up at him with frightened eyes. "Only I'm not going to one, I could never kill you, no matter how much I detest your guts. I know Viola is watching over me and she would never forgive me if she found out her death has made me a monster."
Sydney nodded, taking in everything he was saying. Okay, so she didn't have to worry about losing her life. What a relief. She visibly relaxed and she let out a slow breath.
"But that doesn't mean I can't put you through an equal amount of agony," he reminded her, picking up a scalpel from the tray. "There's some things that are worse than death."
Sydney gulped. She didn't doubt that at all she'd gone through unimaginable procedures of torture, some she'd never known existed until she'd joined the CIA and gotten messed up into the business of becoming a double agent for the CIA and SD-6.
"Agent Bristow when we returned from our personal venture and went on our mission to Indonesia, you claimed to be ill and I sent you to a hospital suite, but when I came to see how you were doing~~~you were not there. You just vanished. You finally returned a week later claming you just had to do some shopping which none of us bought." He paused to let that sink in. "Sydney, the first day I met you, I told you I had an instinct about you. That day was the only day I doubted it. So I'm going to ask you this. What were you really doing that week when you disappeared?"
"I~I don't know, I~I don't remember going to Indonesia or going to Santa Barbara," she reminded him, her facial features growing tight from irritation. "I already told you that."
"Yeah. And I already told you you're lying but you haven't succumbed to that either," Vaughn shot back. "But that's fine, I will get out of you."
Sydney was about to ask how but the evil glint in his eye and mischievous smile on his snide expression rendered her speechless. That expression looked all too familiar and her heart filled with dread when she knew why. She'd had the same "mad," expression right before he'd shot her friend and killed the innocent civilian her ex-boyfriend had replaced her with.
"Oh don't bother asking why," he crooned as he grabbed a painting brush and dabbed. The brown liquid against her abdomen that Vaughn had exposed by pulling up her top. She felt a very cold sensation, and the strong smell of disinfectant attacked her nostrils reminding her strongly or the surgical ward.
"Now how would you feel if I was to reopen this scar you've got here? That'll probably leave a huge scar on your nicely-toned tummy? Which means no bikini tops for you, unless your next boyfriend will enjoy seeing an ugly gash where your stomach used to be."
Sydney gasped when she saw Michael place one gloved hand against her tummy and laid the scalpel's blade against her skin.
"You have something you want to say before I make the first cut, perhaps to change my mind?" Vaughn repeated, staring at Sydney with one of those angst-filled stares. His hand was shaking as though he were just waiting for her to give him a reason not to cut her open and hurt her.
Sydney felt terrible but she wasn't going to lie to him.
"No."
Vaughn let out a heavy sigh, disappointment flooded his expression. "Sydney, I don't' know why you're doing this, I'm giving you a chance to come clean. Don't you know I'll be able to find out what's in your mind by having you undergo celebretolosis?"
"Director Vaughn, I know you want me to say yes, I do remember~~~but then I'd be lying to you. I can't remember Agent Vaughn, no matter how much you threaten me what I don't know I don't know."
"If that's how you really want to do this," Vaughn applied pressure to the knife and let it sink in a little before he slowly pulled it back.
Sydney kept her face as emotionless as possible. She knew Vaughn was just waiting for her to crack. And she would have, if only her determination to not give him that satisfaction wasn't so strong. But she felt it, every nerve ending the knife sliced sent an instantaneous message to her brain that she should be feelings pain, and she could barely keep from crying out.
"Hmm~~~I knew your pain threshold was strong but I must say, I thought you'd be crying by now. I'm impressed," Vaughn laughed as he began another incision, this time from one side of her belly to the other. "Not painful enough for ya? Well I've got one more piece I want you listen to, and this time if you deny it, I'll get the surgeon in here and have him perform a hysterectomy on you, and you can be awake for the full length of it."
Sydney continued to stare at the ceiling. She didn't want to see what he would do next. Not having to see what was being done to her certainly made convincing herself she wasn't in pain a lot easier and effective. Though she was kidding herself if she thought that would help her become a human anesthetic.
She heard Vaughn click a button. She heard static for a few moment, but when that died away, she recognized the next voice as the strangled and desperate cry of her three favorite guys.
"S~syd," she heard Vaughn cry. "Baby, you don't want to do this, you know you don't!"
"Oh~~~actually, I think I do," she heard her own voice taunt. "Sorry Mike, I hate you and no amount of sweet talking is going to change my mind."
Sydney coughed hard as she gulped down the guilt she felt rise in her throat. She was ready to sprain her wrists or worse, but she didn't, knowing that if they were broken, she wouldn't be able to mobilize them over her ears.
"Syd, stop this. If you want attention, you've gotten it, so you don't' have to do this!" scolded a voice she recognized immediately as her best friend Will's. "Come on Syd, don't do it. The Syd I know won't~~~"
"Look, the Syd you knew was evil and weak and I hated her. So I had her killed myself. Your best friend doesn't exist and the former love of your life is dead!" her voice cackled.
Sydney felt those words stab her, as though they'd seared through her flesh and punctured her heart. She saw Vaughn had taken a seat and had silently began sobbing, frustrated perhaps with himself for not being able to prevent what had happened.
That was enough to send her over the top.
"No!" she screamed in agony. "No! I can't listen to this! Please Vaughn let me go, let me go!"
Vaughn's head popped up and his face was spread with concern at Sydney's sudden outburst. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. He reached over to press the stop button on the tape recorder and then settled back onto his chair.
"Sydney, is there something you'd like to me?" he asked quietly, turning his recorder on and placed it on the table.
Sydney thought about it for a moment. Either way he was going to find out. It seemed so pointless in hiding it. And maybe if she told him even that little bit, he'll bless her with a numbing cream and biodegradable sutures. And~~~maybe he would tell her if her other dream, of the baby was also some kind of flashback.
"Agent Bristow, do I have to turn on the recorder again?"
"No!" she blurted out instantly, not too keen on hearing anymore of her evil talking or of the struggle that would follow sooner or later. "Please, no."
Vaughn obliged and remained sitting. He laid the clipboard onto his lap then reached forward on his elbows and supported his face with the heels of his palms. "Okay, I wont' Syd. But only if you'll explain to me why hearing that caused you that outburst."
Sydney nodded. "Okay, but~~~you've got to do two things for me first."
"I'll keep negotiating any awards till after you've given me your statement," Vaughn put in firmly. "Reject that and you know what will happen to you."
Sydney tried not to grip. Things weren't going the way she wanted them to and that always had a tendency of frustrating her. she saw Michael raise a glinting silver probing instrument and gulped.
"Okay, I will, just, loosen these straps for me first. I feel like I'm paralyzed."
"Well~~~that was the idea."
Sydney couldn't believe it. Wasn't she Michael's former lover, the one he would protect for life? Could that really all have disappeared? Michael wasn't giving her an inch.
There was an awkward pause.
"Sydney~~~You were going to say."
Vaughn's eyes were fixed on her expectantly and that actually still made her heart race. She really hoped what she said would please him and if not anything else, remind him what a loving young woman she'd once been, her only priority to please her loved ones.
"I~~~I don't' know how long ago it was but I had a dream, a dream where I watched myself tell you you were nothing. Will was there, and so was Weiss. And then there was~~~Viola Vaughn, I believe th~that was y~your wife."
Vaughn clenched his fists, trying to keep his rage in check. And at the same time he looked toward Sydney who really did look uncomfortable about discussing his wife, even mentioning his wife's name.
"What else did you see? Did you see yourself shooting at us, killing my wife?' he said quietly, straining not to break into tears as he made eye contact with Sydney.
Sydney bit her lip and nodded her head.
"So you admit to it, then."
To this Sydney reacted quite hysterically. "No! I don't, I don't' remember anything. I saw it in my dream, Vaughn, when I was sleeping!"
"But you reacted to the tap and of course you did but that isn't because you freaked out from déjà vu, you are in disbelief. You were pondering what that dream meant, the moment you heard the recording it made sense, you got a liable explanation and you just don't' want to believe it," he corrected her, talking in fluent psychobabble that she hated so much.
"No! You're wrong Vaughn!" she shouted back to him. Then she tried to pull herself out of the straps. She then let out an angry cry. She didn't understand why the hell she had to be treated like a criminal? And she couldn't understand why she couldn't get out of the situation. Where was the Sydney who'd risked her lives without hesitation, the one who'd made it back every time the CIA didn't' think she would?
That was until the latest development in her life. The one where Vaughn was trying to convince her. she'd basically lost her mind five years ago. Well for her, she had to have lost her mind if she'd ever said she'd fallen out of love with Michael Vaughn.
It sure seemed like it, Sydney Bristow had became nothing more than mortal husk that her ex-boyfriend could do nothing but shred apart. Sure his words hurt but gradually it all became an annoying numb sensation. That's right, she felt totally numb, her words wouldn't be listened to, her body wouldn't obey her wishes, and her mind kept secrets from her. This was an all-time low for her.
Vaughn watched her wither on that table and with difficulty. It was so hard for him to watch Sydney in such a confused, helpless, give up state. Where was the extremely skilled and headstrong. Sydney who'd thought she was smarter than her handler from day one, the one who made him feel anger, fear, all his human emotions in a way he'd never felt before?
Oh god, if he could just find the answer to that things could get a little easier for him and Sydney.
Michae pulled off his gloves and shoved them into a trashcan then he pulled on another pair and scooted closer to Sydney. He gently moved her gown away from her belly and felt the gash and the skin surrounding it. He could feel her eyes on him as he fiddle with a hypodermic and wished he didn't have to be this way. He turned back towards her with the needle and cotton pad on hand.
"This is a bit of lidocaine, thought you might want to be numbed while I stitch you up."
Sydney shifted as Vaughn slowly pushed the medicine into the affected area. She felt the pain deadening a few seconds later and wept. This was her first moment of relief and she was sure she'd never been more thankful for lidocaine in her life.
She felt pressure on her belly and assumed Vaughn had begun to clean her up.
"S~Sydney~~~" he began in the gentlest tone as he'd done why they'd been the happiest couple in the CIA. "I know you're going to think this is a cop out and that I'm an inhuman bastard but Syd, I'm only doing my job. You don't remember it now but in my eyes Sydney, you're a criminal, a monster that is on the path to becoming an Irena Derevko and so of course I wanted to put you in a cell."
Sydney didn't say anything but Vaughn could tell from her expression that she was listening. He carefully threaded a needle and began stitching up the long incision he'd made, dabbing gauze at the seeping blood as necessary.
"Syd, I'll admit, I know I'm going too far and expecting to much if I say and believe that you do in fact remember everything," Vaughn lamented concentrating on his task at hand. "But I don't' think you're telling me everything you do know. For instance, the dream. Yeah, it is a dream and since you claim to not know of that event there is no way you can be 100% certain that did happen~~~but that doesn't mean you can be 100% sure that it didn't' happen either. I mean Syd, you're a smart woman, I know you put those puzzle pieces together, when that recording coincided with your nightmare and of course that was only because you were convinced already that this could be a flashback."
"Agent Vaughn, I already told you~~~"
"I just want you to tell me the truth Sydney, that's all and then I might believe there really is that Sydney. I know still in there, somewhere," he pleaded as he laid a bandage on top of it then began rolling gauze around her body. "Please Syd, you killed my wife, the truth, it the least you can do for me."
Sydney gave the strap around her leg one more good yank and it broke like wet tissue paper. She then kicked of her other one and somehow found the strength to kick Vaughn against the wall as she bit through the straps just enough so she could pull her hands free. She stood up and towered over Vaughn who actually cowered under her.
"So you think my dreams are flashbacks? Well then maybe I should tell you about the other one that's been preying on my mind!" she snarled and pulled Vaughn to his feet then slammed him against the table she'd been on and blew her cool breath in his face. "I had a dream Vaughn, that I delivered a baby girl, a girl you couldn't witness the birth of except through a glass wall. A girl you told me you were the father of."
Vaughn saw Sydney staring into his eyes trying to depict the emotion present in them and jerked away. He wasn't about to give her that satisfaction.
I need you to tell me Michael, do I have a daughter named Michedney? Did we have a baby together?"
Vaughn didn't answer. Instead he pushed a red button that he had in his pant pocket, a small device all agents were given whenever they went to do a formal interrogation just in case the inmate became a threat as Sydney had.
"Agent Vaughn, ANSWER ME!" she screamed and then socked him so hard on the face that he was forced to turn his head. His lip broke and he pulled a napkin from the supply under the table and dabbed it to his mouth.
Then he let out a low chuckle that reminded her of a rumbling bout of thunder.
"Vaughn, what the hell is so funny?" she shrieked, as he calmly turned his head back so he was level with her.
"Just the fact that you've made the biggest mistake of hurting me," he snickered.
A split second passed and the door to the torture chamber bust open and five strong men with stun guns charge into the room. Sydney looked at them with real fear in her eyes and she had good reason to be. They'd come in for her! She put her back against Vaughn and kicked the first two guards in front of her but it was no use. They were too much for Sydney to fight alone.
The next moment Sydney was yanked off of Vaughn by her two arms and shot with a tranquilizer dart that knocked her out just long enough for Vaughn to be extracted from the room. Meanwhile a screaming Sydney was backhanded, whipped and then restrapped to the hard metal table only to await the doctor that she'd initially met, now ready to do his job.
Sydney didn't see what was being done to her but the sensation of touch told her everything she needed to know. She was in pain, physical pain, emotion pain and other forms of pain she didn't know even existed.
Agent Vaughn heard her for a few moments as he sat outside against the wall and cringed. As wrong as Sydney had been to turn the situation around and make him the victim, he thought brandishing whips on her body was uncalled for. Call him chicken but he couldn't bear to listen to anymore of her crying. He closed the heavy door, got to his feet then pushed any feelings or thoughts that had arisen about Sydney to the back to this mind, then went off, only thinking of how he'd nurse his bleeding lip.
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