Chapter Ten
Territorial
an: Hey guys. Thanks fer hanging in there. Now back to some plot development. Short but necessary... before you start throwing rotten fruit at me and cursing my name... I'm sorry but this chapter is a necessary evil. Trust me I hated writing it but it had to be this way. If it makes you feel any better the next chapter is so much better because of it. Throws stones at evil little sister who doesn't know anything. You'd think that if she were going to review she'd be smart enough to write something different. But nope. I yelled at her told her to make sure she was not signing with my account...next thing I know my name will be on Harry Potter stories.... scary thought. And I'll be getting emails saying thanks fer the review for stories I've never heard of... but anyway on with the show...
I hadn't planned on turning the light on.
That's about how much of my night went correctly.
"Ms. Bristow. Nice to see you again."
I could have lived without the gun pressed to my ribs. Could have lived without the two goons that dragged me over to the corner of my hotel room--my hotel room why couldn't people understand that, this was my room. Seriously, this was getting ridiculous. I made a mental note not to use this particular hotel ever again.
"Where's my vaccine Ms. Bristow?" McKain continued gesturing for his brawn to bring me closer. My ribs were going to be seriously bruised after this.
"I don't know what you're talking about." How did he know my name?
"Sydney Bristow." McKain pulled a paper out of his pocket and started reading. "Interesting, not only do you work for SD-6 but you seem to be a double for the CIA. Close friends: Will Tippin who apparently is some sort of journalist, Francie..." he paused when I didn't answer him.
"Relations: Father Jack Bristow...." he paused as he laughed. "I see you're in the family business."
Still I didn't answer. More out of shock then anything else.
"I have addresses too."
"In my purse," I gestured to the purse on the table in the other corner.
He was seriously starting to creep me out.
"Nice try. Almost believable. Except my vaccine, love, has a tag built into the lid. This my dear," here he pulled a vial out of his suit pocket, "...does not have any tag. This is a fake. Now we can do this the hard way or we can do this the easy way. It's entirely up to you." He had the nerve to smile.
I spit in his face.
I also earned my self a nice hard jab in the ribs with the gun and then a quick trip to the floor at McKain's feet.
"What's the hard way?" I dared to ask, turning my face up at the twenty-eight year old piece of scum.
"Don't be like this. We were getting along so nicely before. I'd hate to see something happen to your waiter friend. Room 526 isn't it?" He was inches from my face and I resisted the urge to head butt him. It would be so easy but it would also end up with me getting my ass kicked. Something I wasn't all too fond of doing right now.
"Bite me." I resorted instead.
"Trust me I'd love to. But we don't have time for that now. Later however I'm sure I could come up with something that would interest you in a trade. Either you give me the vaccine or Mr. 526 finds out what the bottom of the canal looks like up close and personal."
"I don't know who you're talking about. And you have your vaccine." He wasn't going to buy it. But I couldn't help but try it anyway.
"Very well." he laughed, apparently he was enjoying this. Glad to know I could entertain him. "Something else then. What if I could offer you a complete list of the members of the Alliance and evidence strong enough to convict them of their various crimes? That would give you sufficient information to bring down SD-6 now wouldn't it."
Now here he had my attention. It was too good to be true. He had to be lying.
"Of course, that would cost you a little extra..." he brought his hand to my cheek and I turned away. I would have slugged him if the goons hadn't tied my hands with those damn plastic ties. Seriously those things were worse then handcuffs or rope.
"Pig." I muttered.
"Yes but admit it. I'm a pretty damn good looking one. And you don't have any other choice. I'll let you sleep on it tonight Ms. Bristow, but I'll be expecting an answer. I'm not a very patient man. And I don't take kindly to people lying to me."
With that he gestured to his brawn once more and I found myself lifted in the air and thrown harshly on my bed. Springing up, I almost hit my head into McKain's face. He'd taken a spot next to me on the bed.
Before I knew what was happening he had me on my back again, with his lips assaulting mine.
It was enough to make me hurl.
He pressed himself further into me and I squirmed to get out from under him as his slimy lips moved down my neck and he started to suck on my skin.
McKain was stronger then he looked and having my hands bound made it harder for me to resist.
I was completely at his mercy. And terrified beyond belief.
Finally he let up, and sat up smiling.
I tried not to show the disgust, the anger, hurt, and fear I was feeling.
He simply fingered the spot on my neck I was sure was turning purple. Admiring his work.
"Hate to do this to you Sydney but I really don't think we have much of a choice." He injected something into my arm and I felt my world start to slip away.
No. No. God please don't. Vaughn. Oh please don't let him. No.
"It's alright now Sydney, go to sleep." McKain tried to comfort.
It was then that I cried.
"I'm not going to hurt you. We have plenty of time. I'll see you tomorrow. Go to sleep."
My world faded.
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You missed him. You know you did. McKain and his roguish good looks, his evil doings, and his amazing store of information. My gosh the next chapter is a killer. It's so sweet. In fact let me give you a preview.
Always wanted to do that cause I was reading a story where an author did that once and I'm like...mean just post the next chapter. Now I would post the next chapter but it isn't finished yet so instead I'll give you a teaser.
Chapter Eleven
Screw Protocol
"Vaughn?" She was standing at the side of my bed. My hotel door still open. Her arm crossing her chest, hand clamped at the junction of her neck and shoulder. Her eyes almost brimming over.
"Sydney?" I quickly left my bed to shut the door. She took the opportunity to walk out on the balcony.
Lost. She looked lost. The way she moved, wandered. Aimless, no direction. It was starting to scare me.
A quick glance at the clock told me she hadn't come for our meeting, she was an hour and a half early, which meant that something had happened.
"Sydney?" I questioned coming up behind her and placing a hand on the small of her back. Nothing on earth could of prepared me for what happened next....
hehehe I'm so mean aren't I. Gosh that was fun. Maybe I'll put spoilers at the end of every chapter.... is it just me or am I starting to get a whole Marshall thing going on here...Hey did you know that March 20th is Mr. Roger's birthday...yeah he's the only guy who made me want to work in a factory and make crayons for the rest of my life...crayons are great I love how they smell I'm sort of obsessed with them actually.... shuts up...oh yeah my website now has Alias pages full of good Alias stuff...like Fan art and links and junk like that...not much to brag about but I just started it tonight so hey...yeah anyway I'm gonna go spell check this thing now.