Ayushi95: Since you asked... sending this one out early just for you. ;)
She barely kept her balance as she landed on a loose pile of debris from the opening above. The silence was oppressive as were the dark dank curving walls of the corridor. She heard a scream and turned, pulling her weapon. There was nothing. She closed her eyes and listened but heard nothing but the sound of her breathing and the beat of her heart. She turned back and continued slowly down the corridor stepping carefully to avoid slipping on the growth along the narrow walkway bordering the flow channel in the floor. She heard the sound of something surfacing from the water that appeared in front of her. She squinted into the gloom trying to make a shape out.
From behind Nikita's voice called her name, and from the shadows, she appeared, grabbing her by the neck and shoving her into the water. The water turned thick brown, like quick sand swallowing her whole as she fought. She felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole until she landed gently upon her childhood bed.
"Papa, Is that you,'' she beamed, rolling off the bed.
"It's me, Alexandra," he smiled, reaching out to her.
The door to her room flung open revealing a tall slender figure wearing a gas mask.
"No, Nikita, don't! Not again," She screamed, watching Nikolai's lifeless body fall to the floor.
She struggled with the gun, ripping at the mask, as the flames rose around them.
"Rachel..it can't be," she whimpered, dropping the mask to the floor."
"It is me, Alex." she smirked, pulling the trigger.
Alex fell to the floor clutching her wounds, as Rachel continued her rapid fire. She crawled across the floor and under the bed to make her escape. She could hear Anton Kochenko calling her name in the distance. The door under the bed opened up, and she fell through to the corridor below.
She picked herself up off the rubble of the corridor. Skidding slightly as she flinched at the sound of metal on stone, she turned. What was she doing back here? She walked toward the door at the end of the long hallway as the earth quaked and the floor threatened to give way beneath her feet.
"Nikita?"
''You don't want to go in there Alex, " Nikita warned.
Alex defiantly brushed passed Nikita and entered the bright room from the dark corridor of Division.
"Zetrov."
The board room of Zetrov was empty except for the well dressed woman standing at the end of the table.
"You're me," Alex said in Russian.
"Speak English! Why are you dressed like a Division recruit?"
"I-I-don't know."
"You're late as usual," the older Alexandra said, walking toward her.
"Alex?" a voice called out from behind.
"Rachel, Why are you here? This isn't a safe place."
"She is here because we must finish the mission."
"What mission?"
The room darkened, and the walls began to shake and crack. Alex tried to steady herself against the board room table.
"She is a threat. She must be eliminated."
"No."
"Cancel her." She heard Amanda say from behind her. Spinning around, she found no one there.
Alex shook her head. "No, It's been a long time since I've seen a way out of this. I love her, and she makes me happy... Come on Rachel, we're getting the hell out of here."
"There is no going back. You will not ruin this for me now! Enough of your suicidal distractions,"Alexandra said, moving toward Rachel.
Alex glanced toward Rachel who stood pale and silent, her hands clinched in painful distress. Images of a ruined city, burned outside the windows. Shaking her head, Alex felt the breath of Anton Kochenko whispering in her ear. She searched the room, but he wasn't there. She looked back toward her own image standing behind Rachel with a raised weapon.
"Papa's legacy, your heritage. That is all that matters now."
Raising the gun she fired a single shot toward the back of her head, dropping Rachel instantly.
"No," Alex cried, dropping to the floor and cradling Rachel's limp body in her hands.
"We do not bed our enemies," Alexandra said, raising the gun again and pulling the trigger.
Alex startled from her nightmare, a trickle of sweat running down her forehead. She sat upon the side of the bed trying to catch her breath and steady herself back into reality.
"Alex..are you okay," Rachel whispered, rolling over. The younger agent placed a gentle hand to the brunette's back, caressing.
"I'm fine. Go back to sleep," Alex muttered, jerking away.