Tomorrow's Promise
Disclaimer: Everything Alias is the property of JJ Abrams, Bad Robot Productions, ABC, and Touchstone. Please consider this a humble tribute to the genius of the Alias characters and plotlines. No harm intended.
The titles for some of the chapters are from Police songs. Again, no harm intended. The lyrics of these songs seemed to relate to the story I wanted to tell.
Rating: PG for mild language.
Archive: Please ask first.
Feedback: Appreciated, especially on writing techniques.
1 Message in a Bottle
Vaughn watched through the small window as Sydney tried in vain to break the glass. Knowing it was useless, he encouraged Sydney to leave. Vaughn saw the guard approaching, but Sydney was too intent on saving him to see the guard. Vaughn saw the guard hit her. He watched her fall. He saw other guards approaching. Knowing that his time was limited, he moved along the wall to the ceiling, hoping to find a way out. His hands groped along the wall searching for anything that he could use to get out of the flooded corridor. It was no use.
He was remarkably calm as he contemplated his last moments. Being a CIA officer, he hadn't expected to die this way – drowning alone in a warehouse in Taipei. As he started to loose consciousness, he imagined Sydney talking to him, smiling at him. His last thoughts would be of her.
Suddenly the pressure of the water around him changed. The water dropped and he found himself floating on top of it with a sliver of air above him. He sucked in deep breaths as the water level continued to drop.
The water disappeared quickly as if someone had pulled a plug on a drain, and Vaughn was soon lying on the floor of the corridor gasping air and coughing up water. He heard voices on the other side of the door. He looked around for a way out. The last thing he needed right now was a confrontation with guards and automatic weapons. He got up clumsily and started to try different doors in the corridor. Just as the door at the end of the corridor started to open, Vaughn eased open another door and slipped inside a dark, fortunately empty room. As soon as the footsteps passed the door, Vaughn opened it wide enough to see two guards walking towards the entrance of the warehouse. One guard was carrying an unconscious Sydney over his shoulder.
Dripping wet, shivering, and not fully recovered from his brush with death, Vaughn followed the guards through the warehouse, down three flights of stairs into a huge basement, through a maze of hallways. Finally, the men went through a set of double doors that were protected by a card reader and a touch pad. Vaughn listened at the door, but could only make out muffled voices.
Vaughn evaluated his options and decided that he was in no position to try and extract Sydney on his own. Knowing his best bet was to meet up with Jack, Vaughn made his way quickly out of the warehouse. Once safely on the street, Vaughn started in the direction of the rendezvous point.
Disclaimer: Everything Alias is the property of JJ Abrams, Bad Robot Productions, ABC, and Touchstone. Please consider this a humble tribute to the genius of the Alias characters and plotlines. No harm intended.
The titles for some of the chapters are from Police songs. Again, no harm intended. The lyrics of these songs seemed to relate to the story I wanted to tell.
Rating: PG for mild language.
Archive: Please ask first.
Feedback: Appreciated, especially on writing techniques.
1 Message in a Bottle
Vaughn watched through the small window as Sydney tried in vain to break the glass. Knowing it was useless, he encouraged Sydney to leave. Vaughn saw the guard approaching, but Sydney was too intent on saving him to see the guard. Vaughn saw the guard hit her. He watched her fall. He saw other guards approaching. Knowing that his time was limited, he moved along the wall to the ceiling, hoping to find a way out. His hands groped along the wall searching for anything that he could use to get out of the flooded corridor. It was no use.
He was remarkably calm as he contemplated his last moments. Being a CIA officer, he hadn't expected to die this way – drowning alone in a warehouse in Taipei. As he started to loose consciousness, he imagined Sydney talking to him, smiling at him. His last thoughts would be of her.
Suddenly the pressure of the water around him changed. The water dropped and he found himself floating on top of it with a sliver of air above him. He sucked in deep breaths as the water level continued to drop.
The water disappeared quickly as if someone had pulled a plug on a drain, and Vaughn was soon lying on the floor of the corridor gasping air and coughing up water. He heard voices on the other side of the door. He looked around for a way out. The last thing he needed right now was a confrontation with guards and automatic weapons. He got up clumsily and started to try different doors in the corridor. Just as the door at the end of the corridor started to open, Vaughn eased open another door and slipped inside a dark, fortunately empty room. As soon as the footsteps passed the door, Vaughn opened it wide enough to see two guards walking towards the entrance of the warehouse. One guard was carrying an unconscious Sydney over his shoulder.
Dripping wet, shivering, and not fully recovered from his brush with death, Vaughn followed the guards through the warehouse, down three flights of stairs into a huge basement, through a maze of hallways. Finally, the men went through a set of double doors that were protected by a card reader and a touch pad. Vaughn listened at the door, but could only make out muffled voices.
Vaughn evaluated his options and decided that he was in no position to try and extract Sydney on his own. Knowing his best bet was to meet up with Jack, Vaughn made his way quickly out of the warehouse. Once safely on the street, Vaughn started in the direction of the rendezvous point.