Okay, so my excuses are probably useless here. All I can say is, I stopped feeling inspired. I've started college (we start college at 16 in the uk) and the work has been piling up.. I don't want to leave this story unfinished. I know it's been a long time but I hope you're still interested, although you may need to refresh your memory. Sorry again..
Trust him? How the hell was she supposed to stay calm and trust him when he was walking into a death trap? They needed to get out of here. If they had a use for Chuck then what the hell were they going to do with her? Stay calm, she told herself, panicking was not going to get her out of this situation. Sarah's hands were still bound uncomfortably above her head, it felt as though her arms were going to tear away from her body. This was inhumane. She had no idea that people could genuinely be this cruel. How long had she been hanging here without food? Without even using the bathroom. It was damn right degrading.
Sarah prayed to God they weren't hurting him. For the first time in her life she felt that it was instinct to place some elses life in order of importance before her own. Yes, she was young, but she knew there was no age limit when it came to being in... Why couldn't she say it? Their lives could end at any point and yet she couldn't admit to herself what she felt in her heart. She'd had it drummed into her her entire life that love was wrong. Love was bad and love was stupid. It brought nothing but pain and problems.
Interrupting her train of thought, the blank wall in front of her that she had been staring at for an unknown length of time suddenly started to revolve. The endless expanse of white was replaced with a metallic looking wall with the two halo agents standing in front of it. Agents Silver and Noah. Sarah absentmindedly observed that their names weren't menacing enough to suit their profiles. Then, properly acknowlegding them, anger surged through her like a volcano erupting on a desolate island.
"Where's Chuck?" She seethed. She knew not of fear, only adrenaline. It drove her to new heights of bravery, when it came to Chuck she fle like she could stare danger straight in the face and yell "boo!"
"He's safe. For now. That's the reason why we're here. We have some.. news." Silver's eyes narrowed menacingly and Sarah felt her body turn to ice.
"What?" She spat.
"Bartowski's skills are far more advanced than any of us anticipated. He is of great value and we cannot risk him being captured again-"
"He's not some prize winning pig at the county fare. He's a person." She could practically feel the venom dripping from her lips, her hatred was severe.
Silver smiled sarcastically. "As I was saying. We're moving him to a far more secure underground training facility which will help us to transform Mr Bartowski into the best weapon possible."
"WHAT?" Sarah screamed. "NO! NO! YOU'RE NOT TAKING HIM AWAY!" Tears formed into her blue eyes making them sparkle. "Please. You can't do this." Her heart began to race and her breathing started to quicken, which caused her whole body to tremble. She tried to move her useless arms stretched painfully above her. She was powerless. She was helpless.
"Oh come on, Sarah." Noah suddenly spoke up. His own blue eyes were glittering, he looked so much like an older version of Bryce that it was scary. "You don't think we're that heartless, do you?"
Silver let out a small, dark chuckle. "We're not as evil as you think. On his insistent request we're going to let him see you one last time. We have no choice as he said he'll refuse to co-operate with us if we don't."
"Oh." Sarah said through gritted teeth. "How generous of you."
"Glad to see you're coming around, Miss Walker. Bartowski will be along in a minute." Noah turned to the wall and pressed a button that made it rotate again. As they began to vanish from view, she heard Silver say "she won't be alive much longer after that."
Chuck was exhausted physically and mentally. For the past twelve hours they had been pushing and pushing him, showing him cards with symbols that caused him to flash over and over again. He felt like his brain had overheated. Between flashes and knocking out agents his thoughts were of Sarah. Was she hurt? His heart ached like nothing before he had ever felt, it was heavy with dread and fear of something happening to her. He knew he was just a few days away from being seventeen yet he was hopelessly in love. The punches to the gut and blows to the chest were nothing compared to the pain he encounted when thinking about something happening to her.
Then the bombshell dropped. Just fifteen minutes ago they told Chuck they were moving him to a more secure bunker. Everything before him just slowed right down, his brain suddenly refused to comprehend what they were saying. He heard the words, he was shaking his head even though the words yet still did not make sense. All he could picture was Sarah as he last saw her. Her blonde hair scraped back in a ponytail, her shimmering eyes despite her tired smile, with her long arms clamped above her head.
"NO!" He had shouted. "I'm not going anywhere without Sarah. Do you understand me? I will not help you, I won't let myself flash without her with me."
"She's not coming with you, Bartowski, we're going to a secret base. We don't need your little girlfriend tagging along that has as much use as a chocolate teapot." Silver moved closer to Chuck and was looking at him as though he was the most stupid person in the whole world. "She's nothing but a distraction."
"You're going to let her come or I won't be of any use to you. You think I can't control it, but I can. I've found it's tied to my emotions. Sarah is tied to my emotions. Without her, you have no intersect." If he had full control of his hands right now instead of them being tied painfully behind him, they would be balled up into frustrated fists.
Silver moved closer again, he was close enough to him that Chuck could see faint scars on his dark skinned face and the depth of his black eyes, the look of pure evil. Completely souless. Chuck shivered. "You are just a child, Charles. Do you really think I'm going to take orders from a CHILD? How about this, you work with us or we kill her."
"You dare. You dare touch her."
"Do you know how easy it would be to take a knife to that pretty little throat? Or to cut her wrists so that she slowly and painfully bleeds to death?" His smile was unhinged.
"Shut up! Shut up! Fine. Okay, just let me say goodbye to her." Of course it was anything but fine. But he was beginning to form a plan in his mind. It was barely a plan yet, just an unhatched egg on the verge of his subconscious. He needed them to leave. He needed to think. This plan could mean the difference between he and Sarah living or he and Sarah dying. "Let me say goodbye and I'll do whatever the hell you want."
"I'm sure we could work something out." With that, the two men exchanged a look, rose to their full height and sauntered out of the room, slamming the heavy metal door shut behind them with a large clang. Chuck was left alone in the creepy mirrored room, with only himself to gaze at. So much had happened in the past few days, yet he looked the same. His mental growth wasn't quite the same as his physical one. He took in his lanky frame, olive skin and mahogany curls. He looked into his own eyes as though he was relying on his reflection to come up with a solution for him, as though the young man in the mirror was somehow wiser with his innocent, wide set eyes and his brace covered teeth. Yet he knew he wasn't a child. He wasn't going to let Sarah die because of a mess he had gotten himself into.
Sarah was being pulled apart. Her body yearned to be free of the chains that bound her. It was stretching her as if she was about to be drawn and quartered. Her mind was caught in a vicious thinking circle that she couldn't escape. Thoughts that repeated Chuck's name. She hated being so useless. So much was going on and yet she was here.
Meanwhile Chuck was being led to where Sarah was being held. He was slightly less uncomfortable with his hands in front of him. A woman and a man walked alongside him whom he did not recognise. He knew what he had to do. He let out a small moan and squeezed his eyes shut as he fell to his knees. He let out crys of feigned pain as the two knelt beside him.
"What is it?" The woman asked. "What's wrong with you?"
"My head.. It.. hurts." He put his hands to her face and let his fingers slip into her hair and slip her loose hairgrip into his hand. "Help me.." He made it look as though he was clawing at the woman in sheer desperation. The woman, who didn't look that much older than him ran away to get help, leaving him with the burly man.
"I think it's easing up now." He staggered to his feet and curled his fists around the grip. A group of Halo agents gathered around him.
"What was that?" One of them asked.
"I've uh.. been getting them on and off. It's okay, I'm okay now. I think flashing too much gives me severe migranes." Chuck always had been a bad liar. They each glanced at one another, one shrugged and the rest moved away. Agent Keyes approached him.
"I should take you back." He started to lead Chuck the direction he came from.
"No. Please let me see her. One last time. We had a deal." He pleaded.
"Fine." He seemed more lenient than the others. More impatient, less professional.
They reached the rotating wall and Keyes stood next to him and pressed the button. It turned so fast that it made Chuck dizzy, but that all disappeared when he set eyes on her. Keyes vanished in his mind and he locked eyes with her and it was as though the air left his lungs and everything he had previously thought or felt in the past few hours didn't seem to matter. The urge to hold her was too much, her fragile gaze made him want to take her in his arms and make that fear melt away.
Chuck said her same the same time she said his. She felt her heart actually stop when she saw him. He was okay. A little worse for wear, yes, but nevertheless alive. Her eyes glistened as he moved towards her. Was this goodbye? The closer he came, the more her heart expanded, her skin grew hot like the electrifying humidity in the air right before thunder. Home was the word that came to mind.
Then in an instant, they were back there again. Keyes said from the corner of the room, "you've got one minute."
"One minute?" Chuck said. "Could you at least leave us alone?"
"Fifty-six seconds.." He tinkled.
"Are you okay?" Sarah asked him.
"Me? You're the one who's been locked up in the same position for the past twenty four hours." He moved closer to her.
She laughed despite herself. "I'm alright."
"I'm sorry." He said, his brown eyes swimming with unshed tears. He brought his bound hands up to her face as though he was carassing her cheek. He quickly glanced over at Keyes, he seemed unsuspicious. He quickly slipped the grip into Sarah's mouth and she gave him a strange look. "Trust me." He mouthed.
"Sarah?" Her eyes scanned his. "I'll save you later."
Tears ran down her cheeks. "I-"
"Times up!" Keyes shouted.
"That wasn't even a minute!" Chuck protested.
"I don't care, get out."
Chuck reluctantly gave her one last glance. She was good with locks. She could do this. The rest was up to him and his intersect.
I seem to like my cliffhangers. Please review because every little one is like chocolate for the soul.
