Okay, here we are! Chapter 3, my first fight scene to ever write. I am enjoying all of your comments! Keep the reviews coming.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alias characters, they are the property of J. J. Abrams. So, please don't sue me for writing about my favorite people in the world!
(Chapter 3, Deliverance)
Darin felt the wind blowing against him; he squinted his eyes as he came closer to the building. He shot off his remaining four shots in rapid succession. The glass shattered, just as Darin swung in. He quickly untied the knot and pulled the cable out of his belt loops. Darin put his hand to his face, when he pulled it back there was blood covering the whole surface of his palm. He took in the room instantly; there was no one else there. He ran out through the door to his left.
In the hallway about a dozen nervous people approached the doorway, but they quickly retreated at the sight of a bloodied man carrying a 9 millimeter. One of them picked up the phone and yelled for security. *I'm not hanging around for that action.* Darin sprinted down the hallway and into a stairwell. He felt like he was in a dream, running down seven flights of stairs on pure adrenaline. He knew the odds were against him, but he also knew he had been well trained. *Thank God, this is the last flight of stairs.*
Darin tried to keep out of sight as he crept into the lobby, he noticed three officers quickly approaching him. The man in the front reached him first.
"Excuse me sir, step this way," he said as the other two came in on Darin's sides.
Darin dropped the cat carrier on the floor. "Not a chance!" Darin landed a heavy kick in the man's jaw and then dropped into a split, just avoiding the punch of one of the guys on his side. Darin pulled the guard on his right off his feet. Darin pulled himself back to his feet, he turned around but he was too late. Darin hit the ground. The pain was unbearable. He knew he had to get up, but instead he rolled over and blocked the next blow from the guard with his leg.
*So that's what he hit me with,* Darin thought as he saw the third guard coming at him with a lead figure that had been on the reception desk. Darin flipped over and got to his feet. The guard came at him with the lead figure, Darin kicked it out of his hands just before it brutally collided with Darin's body.
At first Darin could see nothing but white; then blotches of color started swirling in. A figure, a man. Charging towards him, Darin instinctively dodged the man. He reached for the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon: an aluminum flagpole. Darin spun around, bearing his new weapon down on the guard he had just eluded. The man dropped to the floor, unconscious, and Darin turned around to land a blow in the side of the next guard's head. He was out. Darin looked for the final guard. He caught sight of him as the man bolted into the elevator that had just arrived. Darin retrieved the cat carrier and headed for the door.
****
Sydney cursed; it was Anna. She looked at the floor of the elevator in the hopes of escaping the Russian's notice. No such luck: Anna looked directly at Sydney. She looked shocked to see her nemesis there.
"So they sent you," Anna remarked as she lurked in the doorway.
Sydney moved first, springing from the elevator to land on the ground just feet from Anna. Anna smiled, and then kicked Sydney in the chest. The kick that she had sustained knocked her out of breath. She didn't let that stop her from returning a quick kick and punch.
Sydney found that as usual, she had met her match in Anna. They exchanged kicks and punches, dodging and attacking in turn, but neither could gain the upper hand. Everyone had evacuated the lobby. Thud. Sydney was on the floor, the room spinning. Anna had hit her with a floor lamp, a very sturdy floor lamp. Sydney tried to get to her feet, but as soon as she was back on her feet Anna landed a kick square in her jaw, knocking her back to the floor. *I have to get up.* Sydney pulled herself her feet. Her body felt so light, her head felt like it weighed three times as much as the rest of her. Her head spun around and she couldn't stop herself as she fell to the floor, unconscious. Anna kicked her in the stomach, but she couldn't feel the pain. All Sydney saw was her mother, holding her, rocking her back and forth.
****
Darin was finally out of the building. He ran across the street back to Elijah Baggs' penthouse. He saw something through the window: Sydney, unconscious on the floor, with a muscular woman standing over her menacingly. The woman kicked her. Darin didn't stick around to see what else she would do. He ran around to the door and opened it. The woman looked up from Sydney when he entered.
"Leave her alone," he said, struggling not to flinch under that piercing gaze.
"Gladly." She started approaching Darin in a fighting stance.
Dropping the cat carrier Darin broke into a run, this greatly confused the woman. He dropped right before he was in range of her kick and slid on the marble floor right through her legs. Darin stopped and pulled himself up, quickly landing a kick in the back of her head before she could turn around. When she did turn around Darin was afraid she was going to release the fury of hell on him, she looked positively murderous.
"I'm Anna in case you haven't heard of me," she sneered.
Darin could only respond with a kick and an attempted punch. Anna took his kick in the stomach but caught his punch. She twisted his hand around until he thought his hand would break. *Oh my God, this is it.* The pain shot through his arm, spreading throughout his whole body. He closed his eyes in agony. Darin heard a grunt and a thud and suddenly the weight vanished from his hands. He opened his eyes. Sydney stood beside the limp body of Anna, holding the floor lamp that the other woman had beat her with.
"Let's go!" she said, dropping the lamp.
"Thank you," Darin gasped, exhaling deeply.
Darin grabbed the cat carrier that he dropped on the floor when he first and ran out the door, Sydney right in front of him.
****
SD-6 Safe House, New York
Sydney let the cool water beat against her skin as she stood motionless in the shower. She gently rinsed her bruises, grimacing whenever she brushed over them with her washcloth. She washed her hair and turned off the shower. Stepping out, she reached for a towel and wrapped it around her body. Sydney quickly dried off and dressed in a blue shirt and jeans.
She carefully walked into the living room, avoiding any unnecessary contact with her bruised skin. She sat down on the overstuffed cheap couch and grabbed a pillow to rest her extremely bruised wrist on. She watched Darin as he washed the dye out of his hair with the solution Marshall had given him. Okay, she could take it no longer.
"Did you get the diamond?"
"Yes, I did."
Sydney's heart skipped a beat, she tried not to let her emotions betray her. *He got the diamond, he wasn't supposed to get the diamond,* she thought, dazed.
"Way to go, where was it?" she asked, forcing an approving tone to her voice.
She watched as Darin walked over to the couch. He picked up the black leather cat carrier that was about a foot long and seven inches deep. She watched curiously as he unzipped the case and pulled out a cat.
"A cat?"
"Yes, poor guy was unconscious when I first opened it when we got here. Look, feel his stomach."
Sydney took the cat from Darin and felt the large lump on its belly. The tag on the cat's collar read "Poodles." *What kind of a name for a cat is that?* Sydney felt the lump again.
"So what's up with the lump?" she asked.
"It's the diamond, surgically implanted in the cat," Darin said, beaming.
"You're certain?"
"Positive."
"That's amazing, I would never have thought--" Sydney let the sentence trail off.
"We're going to leave tonight for Los Angeles, right?" Darin asked as he headed off to take a shower.
That's the plan." Sydney said.
With Darin out of the room Sydney lost herself to deep thought. *How am I going to get that diamond?*
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alias characters, they are the property of J. J. Abrams. So, please don't sue me for writing about my favorite people in the world!
(Chapter 3, Deliverance)
Darin felt the wind blowing against him; he squinted his eyes as he came closer to the building. He shot off his remaining four shots in rapid succession. The glass shattered, just as Darin swung in. He quickly untied the knot and pulled the cable out of his belt loops. Darin put his hand to his face, when he pulled it back there was blood covering the whole surface of his palm. He took in the room instantly; there was no one else there. He ran out through the door to his left.
In the hallway about a dozen nervous people approached the doorway, but they quickly retreated at the sight of a bloodied man carrying a 9 millimeter. One of them picked up the phone and yelled for security. *I'm not hanging around for that action.* Darin sprinted down the hallway and into a stairwell. He felt like he was in a dream, running down seven flights of stairs on pure adrenaline. He knew the odds were against him, but he also knew he had been well trained. *Thank God, this is the last flight of stairs.*
Darin tried to keep out of sight as he crept into the lobby, he noticed three officers quickly approaching him. The man in the front reached him first.
"Excuse me sir, step this way," he said as the other two came in on Darin's sides.
Darin dropped the cat carrier on the floor. "Not a chance!" Darin landed a heavy kick in the man's jaw and then dropped into a split, just avoiding the punch of one of the guys on his side. Darin pulled the guard on his right off his feet. Darin pulled himself back to his feet, he turned around but he was too late. Darin hit the ground. The pain was unbearable. He knew he had to get up, but instead he rolled over and blocked the next blow from the guard with his leg.
*So that's what he hit me with,* Darin thought as he saw the third guard coming at him with a lead figure that had been on the reception desk. Darin flipped over and got to his feet. The guard came at him with the lead figure, Darin kicked it out of his hands just before it brutally collided with Darin's body.
At first Darin could see nothing but white; then blotches of color started swirling in. A figure, a man. Charging towards him, Darin instinctively dodged the man. He reached for the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon: an aluminum flagpole. Darin spun around, bearing his new weapon down on the guard he had just eluded. The man dropped to the floor, unconscious, and Darin turned around to land a blow in the side of the next guard's head. He was out. Darin looked for the final guard. He caught sight of him as the man bolted into the elevator that had just arrived. Darin retrieved the cat carrier and headed for the door.
****
Sydney cursed; it was Anna. She looked at the floor of the elevator in the hopes of escaping the Russian's notice. No such luck: Anna looked directly at Sydney. She looked shocked to see her nemesis there.
"So they sent you," Anna remarked as she lurked in the doorway.
Sydney moved first, springing from the elevator to land on the ground just feet from Anna. Anna smiled, and then kicked Sydney in the chest. The kick that she had sustained knocked her out of breath. She didn't let that stop her from returning a quick kick and punch.
Sydney found that as usual, she had met her match in Anna. They exchanged kicks and punches, dodging and attacking in turn, but neither could gain the upper hand. Everyone had evacuated the lobby. Thud. Sydney was on the floor, the room spinning. Anna had hit her with a floor lamp, a very sturdy floor lamp. Sydney tried to get to her feet, but as soon as she was back on her feet Anna landed a kick square in her jaw, knocking her back to the floor. *I have to get up.* Sydney pulled herself her feet. Her body felt so light, her head felt like it weighed three times as much as the rest of her. Her head spun around and she couldn't stop herself as she fell to the floor, unconscious. Anna kicked her in the stomach, but she couldn't feel the pain. All Sydney saw was her mother, holding her, rocking her back and forth.
****
Darin was finally out of the building. He ran across the street back to Elijah Baggs' penthouse. He saw something through the window: Sydney, unconscious on the floor, with a muscular woman standing over her menacingly. The woman kicked her. Darin didn't stick around to see what else she would do. He ran around to the door and opened it. The woman looked up from Sydney when he entered.
"Leave her alone," he said, struggling not to flinch under that piercing gaze.
"Gladly." She started approaching Darin in a fighting stance.
Dropping the cat carrier Darin broke into a run, this greatly confused the woman. He dropped right before he was in range of her kick and slid on the marble floor right through her legs. Darin stopped and pulled himself up, quickly landing a kick in the back of her head before she could turn around. When she did turn around Darin was afraid she was going to release the fury of hell on him, she looked positively murderous.
"I'm Anna in case you haven't heard of me," she sneered.
Darin could only respond with a kick and an attempted punch. Anna took his kick in the stomach but caught his punch. She twisted his hand around until he thought his hand would break. *Oh my God, this is it.* The pain shot through his arm, spreading throughout his whole body. He closed his eyes in agony. Darin heard a grunt and a thud and suddenly the weight vanished from his hands. He opened his eyes. Sydney stood beside the limp body of Anna, holding the floor lamp that the other woman had beat her with.
"Let's go!" she said, dropping the lamp.
"Thank you," Darin gasped, exhaling deeply.
Darin grabbed the cat carrier that he dropped on the floor when he first and ran out the door, Sydney right in front of him.
****
SD-6 Safe House, New York
Sydney let the cool water beat against her skin as she stood motionless in the shower. She gently rinsed her bruises, grimacing whenever she brushed over them with her washcloth. She washed her hair and turned off the shower. Stepping out, she reached for a towel and wrapped it around her body. Sydney quickly dried off and dressed in a blue shirt and jeans.
She carefully walked into the living room, avoiding any unnecessary contact with her bruised skin. She sat down on the overstuffed cheap couch and grabbed a pillow to rest her extremely bruised wrist on. She watched Darin as he washed the dye out of his hair with the solution Marshall had given him. Okay, she could take it no longer.
"Did you get the diamond?"
"Yes, I did."
Sydney's heart skipped a beat, she tried not to let her emotions betray her. *He got the diamond, he wasn't supposed to get the diamond,* she thought, dazed.
"Way to go, where was it?" she asked, forcing an approving tone to her voice.
She watched as Darin walked over to the couch. He picked up the black leather cat carrier that was about a foot long and seven inches deep. She watched curiously as he unzipped the case and pulled out a cat.
"A cat?"
"Yes, poor guy was unconscious when I first opened it when we got here. Look, feel his stomach."
Sydney took the cat from Darin and felt the large lump on its belly. The tag on the cat's collar read "Poodles." *What kind of a name for a cat is that?* Sydney felt the lump again.
"So what's up with the lump?" she asked.
"It's the diamond, surgically implanted in the cat," Darin said, beaming.
"You're certain?"
"Positive."
"That's amazing, I would never have thought--" Sydney let the sentence trail off.
"We're going to leave tonight for Los Angeles, right?" Darin asked as he headed off to take a shower.
That's the plan." Sydney said.
With Darin out of the room Sydney lost herself to deep thought. *How am I going to get that diamond?*