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Phase III. "Watching Shadows"
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling
I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
-- Linkin Park, "Crawling"
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It was deserted. Not a soul within 5 km. Secluded from society - far enough away not to attract any unwanted attention. But close enough to all the amenities that they would need. Perfect.
The location was once a lovely suburb. Transformed into an industrial zone when the capitalists of the country decided they needed more means of production. Then deserted when every investor went broke. It was a vicious cycle, however common it was becoming in the country. Especially in Sydney, the capital on NSW, which had once been the largest city in Australia. Funny, what time does?
It was 8 o'clock, dusk. The sun was just setting. It would have been a beautiful site, if not for the abandoned factories scatting the scene, creating the image of the slums that had existed during the Depression. She was worn-down and weary, but refused to give into sleep, regardless of how much she needed it. Her little boy lay in her arms, fast asleep. Images tormented her mind. Blood. Violence. Him.
'They' had captured Sydney over ten years ago. She had not been free since. The nights of torture that followed her capture never left her. It was continuous pain that she could not escape. Her captor had ordered her to be beaten to death. That she was obviously not going to provide any Intel, that she was no longer of any 'use'. She remembers hearing those words, and thinking how a human could be so cold and void of emotion. Then she remembers, this person was not a human. She was a ruthless, evil monster. Then, it was discovered she was pregnant. Why 'she' decided to allow Sydney to live simply because she carried life inside her was never fully understood. Sydney assumed that, after she gave birth, that she would be 'disposed of', as it was so delicately put, and her baby would be trained to work in the Union. She despised this idea, tried to escape several times, but to no avail. She was told, over and over, that, as soon as the child was born, that she would be punished. She couldn't stand the mixed emotions she felt. Dreading the birth of your child, because you know it will defiantly sign your death warrant. And start them in a life of self- destruction.
Her captors were surprised to say the least when she had twins. A tiny little girl. Exactly like Sydney was as a baby. And a boy, a bit bigger than the girl. But both were adorable. Even after she had endured a 23-hour labor. She had given birth on the floor of a damp cell. She was used the blanket that 'they' had given her. 10 minutes and they were snatched from her. Sydney never expected to see them again. She screamed, and cried for her children back. She was an emotional wreck. They stayed true to their word. They punished her. Although the physical punishment was nothing compared to the emotional and mental torture they made her endure. 3 and a half weeks of not knowing what would happen to her children.
The original plan was to bring about a slow and painful death of Sydney. However, Irina soon realized that it would be impossible to raise the 2 children, even if it would be as agents, the initial stages of raising the children she could not handle if she wished to remain in control of the Union. It was actually David Sark who had pointed this out to her. She had thought it was because Sark held power as long as she did, and if she were to loose it. Sark would soon follow. While this was a part of Sark's agenda, there was a more important, hidden part that played a much larger role in his wish to keep Sydney alive. He cared for her. He didn't know why, but he felt a great sense of sympathy toward Sydney and her children. He also held great regret for playing his part in turning Sydney's life upside down. Well, more so than it already was.
"Hey, sweetie..It's ok" Sydney soothed as her little boy started to stir.
"Mum..please, make them stop." he started to struggle.
"Danny, come on honey. It's ok. I'm here, nobody can hurt you", not exactly a lie. Defiantly not the truth. She took Daniel into her lap, rubbing his back until he woke up completely.
"Mum..where. Where am I.what happened?" he asked, still adjusting to his surroundings.
"It was just a dream, hon. it's ok", she assured him, "and we're in Sydney"
Content that he was safe in his mothers' arms, he settled down, resting his head against Sydney's shoulders. The nightmares Danny had just experienced where a result of drugs that both he and his sister had been injected with as babies. It was believed that it grant them the ability to see snapshots of the future. Instead, it simply allowed snapshots of violent acts - murders, assaults, torture - to manifest themselves in the children's subconscious. Every time they closed their eyes, they were confronted with scenes of horrific acts. Some of which involved their mother. Sydney felt so helpless when Danny had woken, screaming for Irina to stop hurting his mum.
"Mum..Where's Jackie?" Danny asked, his eyes wide as he looked up at his mother.
"She's safe, hon. She's with your Pop. And uncle David. We'll see them soon, Dan, we'll see them soon.."
~*~
Phase III. "Watching Shadows"
Crawling in my skin
These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming, confusing
This lack of self control I fear is never ending
Controlling
I can't seem
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
-- Linkin Park, "Crawling"
~*~
It was deserted. Not a soul within 5 km. Secluded from society - far enough away not to attract any unwanted attention. But close enough to all the amenities that they would need. Perfect.
The location was once a lovely suburb. Transformed into an industrial zone when the capitalists of the country decided they needed more means of production. Then deserted when every investor went broke. It was a vicious cycle, however common it was becoming in the country. Especially in Sydney, the capital on NSW, which had once been the largest city in Australia. Funny, what time does?
It was 8 o'clock, dusk. The sun was just setting. It would have been a beautiful site, if not for the abandoned factories scatting the scene, creating the image of the slums that had existed during the Depression. She was worn-down and weary, but refused to give into sleep, regardless of how much she needed it. Her little boy lay in her arms, fast asleep. Images tormented her mind. Blood. Violence. Him.
'They' had captured Sydney over ten years ago. She had not been free since. The nights of torture that followed her capture never left her. It was continuous pain that she could not escape. Her captor had ordered her to be beaten to death. That she was obviously not going to provide any Intel, that she was no longer of any 'use'. She remembers hearing those words, and thinking how a human could be so cold and void of emotion. Then she remembers, this person was not a human. She was a ruthless, evil monster. Then, it was discovered she was pregnant. Why 'she' decided to allow Sydney to live simply because she carried life inside her was never fully understood. Sydney assumed that, after she gave birth, that she would be 'disposed of', as it was so delicately put, and her baby would be trained to work in the Union. She despised this idea, tried to escape several times, but to no avail. She was told, over and over, that, as soon as the child was born, that she would be punished. She couldn't stand the mixed emotions she felt. Dreading the birth of your child, because you know it will defiantly sign your death warrant. And start them in a life of self- destruction.
Her captors were surprised to say the least when she had twins. A tiny little girl. Exactly like Sydney was as a baby. And a boy, a bit bigger than the girl. But both were adorable. Even after she had endured a 23-hour labor. She had given birth on the floor of a damp cell. She was used the blanket that 'they' had given her. 10 minutes and they were snatched from her. Sydney never expected to see them again. She screamed, and cried for her children back. She was an emotional wreck. They stayed true to their word. They punished her. Although the physical punishment was nothing compared to the emotional and mental torture they made her endure. 3 and a half weeks of not knowing what would happen to her children.
The original plan was to bring about a slow and painful death of Sydney. However, Irina soon realized that it would be impossible to raise the 2 children, even if it would be as agents, the initial stages of raising the children she could not handle if she wished to remain in control of the Union. It was actually David Sark who had pointed this out to her. She had thought it was because Sark held power as long as she did, and if she were to loose it. Sark would soon follow. While this was a part of Sark's agenda, there was a more important, hidden part that played a much larger role in his wish to keep Sydney alive. He cared for her. He didn't know why, but he felt a great sense of sympathy toward Sydney and her children. He also held great regret for playing his part in turning Sydney's life upside down. Well, more so than it already was.
"Hey, sweetie..It's ok" Sydney soothed as her little boy started to stir.
"Mum..please, make them stop." he started to struggle.
"Danny, come on honey. It's ok. I'm here, nobody can hurt you", not exactly a lie. Defiantly not the truth. She took Daniel into her lap, rubbing his back until he woke up completely.
"Mum..where. Where am I.what happened?" he asked, still adjusting to his surroundings.
"It was just a dream, hon. it's ok", she assured him, "and we're in Sydney"
Content that he was safe in his mothers' arms, he settled down, resting his head against Sydney's shoulders. The nightmares Danny had just experienced where a result of drugs that both he and his sister had been injected with as babies. It was believed that it grant them the ability to see snapshots of the future. Instead, it simply allowed snapshots of violent acts - murders, assaults, torture - to manifest themselves in the children's subconscious. Every time they closed their eyes, they were confronted with scenes of horrific acts. Some of which involved their mother. Sydney felt so helpless when Danny had woken, screaming for Irina to stop hurting his mum.
"Mum..Where's Jackie?" Danny asked, his eyes wide as he looked up at his mother.
"She's safe, hon. She's with your Pop. And uncle David. We'll see them soon, Dan, we'll see them soon.."