Part 5: BLUR
I shrinked back from him as my eyes searched his frantically for logic. His eyes locked on something behind me and as I turned around I saw my mother grinning as I felt a piecing pain throbbing from my left temple. Darkness slithered around me and the white walled bathroom turned to gray, as I descended into unconsciousness.
*
My first instinct as I came to was to open my eyes and discover my surroundings. Blurry.
Everything was blurry. It was as if I was trying to see the road during a torrential thunderstorm even with the windshield wipers working in overdrive. I took in bits in pieces. Large industrial style pipes acted as a ceiling, there was a mirror facing me, and I was tied to chair, which was cemented into the concrete floor.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
I silently lie awake in the dark cold room.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Someone must have left the facet on. Didn't their mother ever teach them better than that? My mother never did, but I heard that some mothers do….
Water conservation obviously isn't a priority to them. If I was in a different situation I might have asked if the facet needed to be fixed. I might have suggested hiring a plumber. I might have even done the self righteous Sydney thing and preach about the top ten reasons to conserve natural resources…
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
But I couldn't…The situation I found myself facing was too far away from this side of normal. Dusty crates of products long passed their expiration dates acted as my furniture and the board they had the audacity to call a chair was almost as comfortable as lying on a bed of nails. Though I had never gotten a chance to face that exact torture, I was sure I would in the near future, seeing the path I was traveling.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Where the hell was I? Just as I was attempting to piece together my location I heard two familiar voices. I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing as Irina and Sark spoke.
"Why hasn't she come to yet?"
"She will" he gruffly responded.
"If you offer me one more smart answer you'll share the same fate as Steven Haladki" she sneered. Immediately after Taipei my father had informed me about Haladki and how he had disposed of him.
"She'll be fine…" he corrected himself.
"She better be. Perhaps your plan was to harsh." She contemplated aloud.
"My plan worked. We got her to Taipei on her own free will, we arranged your conversation and here she is, ready to listen…it worked." He responded.
I could hear her lighting a cigarette and pacing in the room that I was trapped in.
"Sometimes things work out too well…" she mused gently as she learned over me and kissed my forehead. I fought every urge to vomit. The putrid smell of her smoke and perfume invaded my senses and made me want to gag…but I didn't
"She loves him…" she continued. "You are doing the right thing…it never would have worked out." Sark reassured her.
"She never wondered why the CIA knowingly assigned Michael Vaughn as her handler when they knew that you killed his father. She never once questioned that…" Sark reminisced.
"Yes…" she sighed as she played with my hair as she had when I was a child. "How is he?" she finally asked. I assumed they were discussing Vaughn. "He's back in his room, asking for Sydney. What should I tell him?" Sark asked.
"No…This is not what was supposed to happen…he is supposed to hate her…isn't that what the training was for? He only wants to see her because he can not live without her. This is not what I wanted." She awkwardly stated.
"I'll order him back on the drugs…he was less coherent and more susceptible to our methods…" Sark said as he attempted to rectify her qualms. I felt an uneasy sensation consuming my body. It was fear. An insatiable fear and strong desire to restore order and start the retribution. I remained still, even as Sark took my mother's cigarette and put it out on my hand. I silently repeated: "do not flinch…do not cringe…stay still…"
"No…" Irina responded. "When he was on the drugs he reminded me of his father…I didn't like it…Bring him here…maybe I can reason with him after all…"
"What do you have planned…don't keep me in suspense"
"You will enjoy it David…Just Wait…" she mumbled as he snapped her fingers and they both left the room.
tbc
I shrinked back from him as my eyes searched his frantically for logic. His eyes locked on something behind me and as I turned around I saw my mother grinning as I felt a piecing pain throbbing from my left temple. Darkness slithered around me and the white walled bathroom turned to gray, as I descended into unconsciousness.
*
My first instinct as I came to was to open my eyes and discover my surroundings. Blurry.
Everything was blurry. It was as if I was trying to see the road during a torrential thunderstorm even with the windshield wipers working in overdrive. I took in bits in pieces. Large industrial style pipes acted as a ceiling, there was a mirror facing me, and I was tied to chair, which was cemented into the concrete floor.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
I silently lie awake in the dark cold room.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Someone must have left the facet on. Didn't their mother ever teach them better than that? My mother never did, but I heard that some mothers do….
Water conservation obviously isn't a priority to them. If I was in a different situation I might have asked if the facet needed to be fixed. I might have suggested hiring a plumber. I might have even done the self righteous Sydney thing and preach about the top ten reasons to conserve natural resources…
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
But I couldn't…The situation I found myself facing was too far away from this side of normal. Dusty crates of products long passed their expiration dates acted as my furniture and the board they had the audacity to call a chair was almost as comfortable as lying on a bed of nails. Though I had never gotten a chance to face that exact torture, I was sure I would in the near future, seeing the path I was traveling.
Drip.
Drop.
Drip.
Drop.
Where the hell was I? Just as I was attempting to piece together my location I heard two familiar voices. I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing as Irina and Sark spoke.
"Why hasn't she come to yet?"
"She will" he gruffly responded.
"If you offer me one more smart answer you'll share the same fate as Steven Haladki" she sneered. Immediately after Taipei my father had informed me about Haladki and how he had disposed of him.
"She'll be fine…" he corrected himself.
"She better be. Perhaps your plan was to harsh." She contemplated aloud.
"My plan worked. We got her to Taipei on her own free will, we arranged your conversation and here she is, ready to listen…it worked." He responded.
I could hear her lighting a cigarette and pacing in the room that I was trapped in.
"Sometimes things work out too well…" she mused gently as she learned over me and kissed my forehead. I fought every urge to vomit. The putrid smell of her smoke and perfume invaded my senses and made me want to gag…but I didn't
"She loves him…" she continued. "You are doing the right thing…it never would have worked out." Sark reassured her.
"She never wondered why the CIA knowingly assigned Michael Vaughn as her handler when they knew that you killed his father. She never once questioned that…" Sark reminisced.
"Yes…" she sighed as she played with my hair as she had when I was a child. "How is he?" she finally asked. I assumed they were discussing Vaughn. "He's back in his room, asking for Sydney. What should I tell him?" Sark asked.
"No…This is not what was supposed to happen…he is supposed to hate her…isn't that what the training was for? He only wants to see her because he can not live without her. This is not what I wanted." She awkwardly stated.
"I'll order him back on the drugs…he was less coherent and more susceptible to our methods…" Sark said as he attempted to rectify her qualms. I felt an uneasy sensation consuming my body. It was fear. An insatiable fear and strong desire to restore order and start the retribution. I remained still, even as Sark took my mother's cigarette and put it out on my hand. I silently repeated: "do not flinch…do not cringe…stay still…"
"No…" Irina responded. "When he was on the drugs he reminded me of his father…I didn't like it…Bring him here…maybe I can reason with him after all…"
"What do you have planned…don't keep me in suspense"
"You will enjoy it David…Just Wait…" she mumbled as he snapped her fingers and they both left the room.
tbc