[a/n: sorry this is a little late, I'm in the spring play and I've been
practicing so late and not being able to sit down and actually write the
chapter! Another note, during the week of May 11th - 16th I'm going to be
gone at Outdoor school being a counselor and will have no access to any
computers. I'm sorry for the inconvenience but as soon as I get back I'll
type up a chapter and get it out to you. Thank you]
Sark stayed in that position, shielding Sydney from the firearms. The only sound that could be heard was the rapid breathing coming from Sark. His eyes were large and wild; his hands were shaking slightly. Sloane and Irina stared at him in bewilderment; none of them knew exactly what to do next.
"Mr. Sark, may I speak with you for a moment? Sloane's voice had an edge to it. Sark knew by this tone, he was withholding his rage. Sark steadily lowered his arms and straightened his tie as he walked a few feet away from the others.
Sloane crossed his arms as soon as they stopped and turned towards Sark; that was never a good sign. Sark could read his expression well, which was one of Sark's fortes. A twitch of the lip meant anger, eyes searching for something in the room meant suspicion, and the constant wrinkling of the nose meant it was all a big joke. Sloane's lip twitched slightly while he stood in front of Sark.
"Mr. Sark, you have nothing but loyalty for me. Is that correct?" He said, his eyes steadily on Sark's. This made Sark uneasy; he hated when someone looked him straight in the eye. It only meant more difficulty in telling a lie. He didn't break down in laughter as most children did when telling a lie, instead, it made Sark nervous that the person could see the fear and resentment in his eyes while telling a lie. Sark remained calm and took deep, shallow breaths.
"That is correct," Sark said, his voicing shaking. He took a moment to calm himself and continued, "Sir." Sloane nodded but his eyes never moved from Sark's eyes.
"And you would never betray me in anyway, correct?" he asked. Sark had more difficulty answering this question. He would betray Sloane in a second if he had the opportnity. Sark was power hungry, not stupid.
"Never sir," Sark answered in a soft voice, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Good then," Sloane said, his face split into his familiar sadistic smile, "let's go back, shall we?" Sloane began to walk back to Sydney, but Sark stopped him.
"Mr. Sloane," he said. Sloane stopped and turned around facing Sark. Sark took a few steps forward and came face to face with Sloane once again. "I was wondering if I could have a bit of time alone with Sydney," Sark kept his feet steady as he watched Sloane's reaction.
It was completely blank.
Damn him.
"You see, she gave me a bit of trouble on the flight here. I just want to repay for the pleasure." Sark asked as his eyes darted towards Sydney for a moment. She was looking over there as a suspicious look occupied her face.
Sloane looked down at the ground and then back at Sark. Obviously thinking about the question, "I'll give you an hour only because I'm in such a good mood," he said, the smile that he had before now had completely vanished, "but at 12 midnight she will die." He curtly walked back to the group as Sark followed slowly behind. Breathing in a small sigh, he began organizing a plan in his head. But to do what? He was about to find out.
"Well, you've been saved for the time being Sydney. Be grateful that you have a fan here," Sloane growled looking at Sark. "Gardes, séjour hors de et le prisonnier de certian de marque pas conge," Sloane ordered the guards. The biggest guard nodded and the guards stepped outside. "See you later, sweetheart." Sloane waved to Sydney and walked towards the door, Irina followed closely behind. A scowl grew once more on Sydney's face as she turned her head to look at Sark. A faint smirk grew on his.
He took a few steps encircling Sydney; the faint clicking of his shoes was the only sound that could be heard. Sydney kept her eyes straight ahead.
He finally stopped behind her and knelt down. Playing with the handcuffs that kept her contained. He stood up and took out his gun; she could hear him click off the safety "Sark, think about this." She said desperately.
"Shut up," he retorted, aiming the gun towards her.
"You're not like this. You don't want to do this." She pleaded him She turned her head and she could see the gun pointed towards her. She turned back and closed her eyes. She flinched as she heard the gun go off. For a moment, she just sat there, wondering when the so-called bright light was supposed to come.
She then realized that she wasn't dead. She opened her eyes and pulled her arms from behind her. He had shot off the chain of the handcuffs. She looked at what the remaining bits of the device as it hung from her wrist, and then she shifted her gaze towards Sark.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice just above a whisper. Sark grabbed her arm and pulled her up.
"I suggest you shut up and do exactly what I tell you," he began to pull her towards the door.
"Where are you taking me," she asked. She wasn't fighting against him, she noted. Nor was he holding onto to her tightly. Sydney slowly became very confused on what was happening.
"I'm going to help you escape, now shut up and listen to me. This is the plan."
Sark stayed in that position, shielding Sydney from the firearms. The only sound that could be heard was the rapid breathing coming from Sark. His eyes were large and wild; his hands were shaking slightly. Sloane and Irina stared at him in bewilderment; none of them knew exactly what to do next.
"Mr. Sark, may I speak with you for a moment? Sloane's voice had an edge to it. Sark knew by this tone, he was withholding his rage. Sark steadily lowered his arms and straightened his tie as he walked a few feet away from the others.
Sloane crossed his arms as soon as they stopped and turned towards Sark; that was never a good sign. Sark could read his expression well, which was one of Sark's fortes. A twitch of the lip meant anger, eyes searching for something in the room meant suspicion, and the constant wrinkling of the nose meant it was all a big joke. Sloane's lip twitched slightly while he stood in front of Sark.
"Mr. Sark, you have nothing but loyalty for me. Is that correct?" He said, his eyes steadily on Sark's. This made Sark uneasy; he hated when someone looked him straight in the eye. It only meant more difficulty in telling a lie. He didn't break down in laughter as most children did when telling a lie, instead, it made Sark nervous that the person could see the fear and resentment in his eyes while telling a lie. Sark remained calm and took deep, shallow breaths.
"That is correct," Sark said, his voicing shaking. He took a moment to calm himself and continued, "Sir." Sloane nodded but his eyes never moved from Sark's eyes.
"And you would never betray me in anyway, correct?" he asked. Sark had more difficulty answering this question. He would betray Sloane in a second if he had the opportnity. Sark was power hungry, not stupid.
"Never sir," Sark answered in a soft voice, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Good then," Sloane said, his face split into his familiar sadistic smile, "let's go back, shall we?" Sloane began to walk back to Sydney, but Sark stopped him.
"Mr. Sloane," he said. Sloane stopped and turned around facing Sark. Sark took a few steps forward and came face to face with Sloane once again. "I was wondering if I could have a bit of time alone with Sydney," Sark kept his feet steady as he watched Sloane's reaction.
It was completely blank.
Damn him.
"You see, she gave me a bit of trouble on the flight here. I just want to repay for the pleasure." Sark asked as his eyes darted towards Sydney for a moment. She was looking over there as a suspicious look occupied her face.
Sloane looked down at the ground and then back at Sark. Obviously thinking about the question, "I'll give you an hour only because I'm in such a good mood," he said, the smile that he had before now had completely vanished, "but at 12 midnight she will die." He curtly walked back to the group as Sark followed slowly behind. Breathing in a small sigh, he began organizing a plan in his head. But to do what? He was about to find out.
"Well, you've been saved for the time being Sydney. Be grateful that you have a fan here," Sloane growled looking at Sark. "Gardes, séjour hors de et le prisonnier de certian de marque pas conge," Sloane ordered the guards. The biggest guard nodded and the guards stepped outside. "See you later, sweetheart." Sloane waved to Sydney and walked towards the door, Irina followed closely behind. A scowl grew once more on Sydney's face as she turned her head to look at Sark. A faint smirk grew on his.
He took a few steps encircling Sydney; the faint clicking of his shoes was the only sound that could be heard. Sydney kept her eyes straight ahead.
He finally stopped behind her and knelt down. Playing with the handcuffs that kept her contained. He stood up and took out his gun; she could hear him click off the safety "Sark, think about this." She said desperately.
"Shut up," he retorted, aiming the gun towards her.
"You're not like this. You don't want to do this." She pleaded him She turned her head and she could see the gun pointed towards her. She turned back and closed her eyes. She flinched as she heard the gun go off. For a moment, she just sat there, wondering when the so-called bright light was supposed to come.
She then realized that she wasn't dead. She opened her eyes and pulled her arms from behind her. He had shot off the chain of the handcuffs. She looked at what the remaining bits of the device as it hung from her wrist, and then she shifted her gaze towards Sark.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice just above a whisper. Sark grabbed her arm and pulled her up.
"I suggest you shut up and do exactly what I tell you," he began to pull her towards the door.
"Where are you taking me," she asked. She wasn't fighting against him, she noted. Nor was he holding onto to her tightly. Sydney slowly became very confused on what was happening.
"I'm going to help you escape, now shut up and listen to me. This is the plan."