Chapter 13: Heat Wave
Hours passed so quickly for the two, who were seating profusely from dancing. Sydney never sat down to rest nor did drink and her body drip of sweat. The duo were bumping and grinding when one of the strobe lights knocked her into disorientation. During the light show, she stopped and paused. Her eyes fluttered and looked around, in confusion.
"Are you ok?" Darien asked her.
Before she could speak, she fainted in his arms. Fawkes caught her around her waist and just stared at her. The crowd stared too, obviously bewildered to do anything. Her partner relayed her to a couch and set her down. Miller's eyes opened and looked at the troubled faces of the bouncers as well as Darien's.
"Sir, is she ok?" One of the bouncers' asked in concern.
"Yeah, she got a little dizzy from the lights. She needs water." Fawkes explained.
"We'll get that for you. If you need anything else, just ask."
He nodded and inadvertently met up with Hobbes, who just looked at Syd passed out on the couch.
"Hey, Fawksey. What do we got here?" Bobby asked.
"Oh, she kinda passed out." Fawkes sighed, sitting down near the fallen woman.
Josie and Steve sauntered up to the bar and seized a few drinks with the help of their fake ID's. Sitting down, they over the agents' discussion and turned to see Sydney in the middle of them. Josie got up from her stool and met up with them.
"Excuse me, I think you should back off and leave Sydney alone." Josie threatened the two.
"We're federal agents from the Bureau of Health and Human Services."
"Oh, ok." Josie said, turned to let her see her boyfriend giggle. She then mused, "She's gonna be ok, lets get outta here, Steve."
Sydney's friend left her, without even saying a goodbye. Darien came to the counter and the bartender handed him a glass of water.
"C'mon, wake up and drink this." He renounced his seat near the woman and shook her to wake.
Syd opened her eyes, dazed and in question of why there were two males around her. She took the water and gulped it down. However, she still felt a little woozy and hot. Her cheeks were enflamed with heat.
"Aww, crap…it's not working." Fawkes grew a little nervous.
"Chill out, partner. Kid, how ya feeling?" Bobby asked her.
"I'm feeling woozy." She said.
"Fawkes, get another water and orange juice. What kind of woozy."
The girl just looked at him eccentrically.
"Orange juice?" Darien seemed perplexed, "That's not going to help."
"Sure it is. We need to get calories in this girl, trust me. I learned that from experience." Hobbes explained, "C'mon, kid…"
"I'm going to pass out."
At the bar, one of the waiters watched the two agents try to help the girl. Secretly, he placed a strange medicine in the orange juice. Darien left for the two drinks and Sydney just gazed blankly, sick as a dog. Other club dancers looked at her sensitively then resumed drinking. Within a few minutes, Fawkes came back with the order and set it down near the woman.
"Here, take this." He handed the drink to the woman, who took the juice and drank it slowly, "How are you feeling?"
"Still shaky…I think I'm going to be sick."
The girl erected her head down and vomited on the floor, right on Hobbes' shoes! He grimaced at first but then got used to the strange liquid penetrating his shoes.
"Jesus, I paid one hundred dollars for these things…" Bobby exchanged a look at his colleague.
"Oh, god! I'm so sorry!" Sid witnessed what she had done.
"It's fine…put you head between your legs. Darien, get an ice cube from the water and place it on the back of her neck."
The female felt the cold cube on her neck, which automatically melted into liquid. Fawkes held several pieces of ice cubes on her neck but still liquefied as soon as it made contact with her skin. Over time, the wintriness of the cubes chilled Syd off, but she felt weak.
"How long was she dancing, partner?" Bobby demanded from Darien.
"Almost the whole night…" He just glimpsed the back of the woman's neck.
"Did you guys rest?"
"No, we didn't."
"Did she eat anything?"
"No, we didn't."
"Did she eat anything?"
"No, I didn't…I never do, it makes me sick." Syd answered the question.
"There you have it…don't rest and don't eat and this is what happens." Hobbes explained.
Her body morphed into limpness and her eyes began to sag. Darien nudged her to wake, in which she did. She sat up and sipped from the water. The irises of the girl's eyes were like a cat…small, with the pupil engulfing the iris. Darien smelled the water and settled it back down on the table.
"This ain't water." He informed Hobbes, "It looks like water, and tastes like water but it doesn't smell like it."
"Up 'n at 'em, Sid." Bobby slipped the woman's arm around his shoulder and pulled her to a standing position. "Time to get up."
She blinked at first and she almost fell on the floor. With the male assisting her, she was able to walk around. The two moved to the other opened room and walked to the wall on the other side and back.
Darien stomped to the bartender and grabbed him by his shirt collar.
"What the hell did you put in that drink?" Fawkes hissed, nearly choking him.
"What?" The bartender seemed confused.
"Don't play dumb with me. I'm gonna ask you again, what the hell did you put in the water?"
"I placed some amphetamines in her water…and the orange
juice."
"Why?" Darien wanted to desperately know.
"What does it look like? I had orders to kill her." The male said.
The invisible man didn't have time to waste and found the shorter agent attempting to stop her from diminishing into sleep. Darien pulled Sydney from Bobby's grasp and led her to the bathroom. Even though it was the women's bathroom, he dunked her head in the sink and filled it with ice-cold water.
"What the hell do you think you're doin'? You're going to drown her!" Hobbes yelled annoyingly.
The woman pushed herself from the man's hold and yanked her head up, screaming.
"I'm going to kill you guys…seriously I am." She mumbled under her breath, exhilarated from the coldness of the liquid.
Darien and his partner called for a few medical doctors and relieved the fallen woman from the rest room. The aide examined her state and administered treatment to her.
"She's one lucky woman, if you didn't dunk her in the cold water when you did, she would have slipped into a coma and died." The aide congratulated the taller agent. "She should be heading home and make sure she gets a goodnight's rest."
"Right, Doc." Fawkes agreed.
Sydney's logical mind was cloudy, but her body continued to rest on the small couch she was on. The girl was done with her coffee and placed it on the bar table. Darien helped her up and with Bobby trailing behind, the three headed out of the club. Her face was cooled by the cold night of spring. Fawkes kept a close on her while Hobbes unlocked the driver side of the vehicle. Darien suddenly felt pain in the back of his neck and Sydney witnessed him jerking his head down, cradling it in agony.
"Are you all right?" She then looked in horror as she noticed his eyes were a shade of crimson. "You're really scaring me."
"Good, I'm really pleased."
He dove after her and she pushed him off of her forcefully. Darien leaned hr on a building wall, ready to strangle the life out of her. Bobby parked the van on the sidewalk, while observing his partner's murderous intentions.
"Christ, Fawkes…not again."
Hobbes scrambled out of the van and ran to the two, hoping to stop Darien from hurting him as well as the female. He managed to pull the agent off of Syd as she gasped for air. Fawkes was shoved in the back of the van, giving resistance. The woman didn't know where she was going, except for being placed inside of the van's passenger seat. Sydney was vastly upset and she attempted to open the door to the van. Her long fingernails, unfortunately, made it difficult for her to escape. Fawkes was lying down in the back; halfway into a trance that they called sleep.
"Hey, settle down." Hobbes suggest to Sid.
She ignored his statement and then pounded her foot on the window, in hopes of breaking it. Bobby quickly gripped a tranquilizer dart from the middle of the seat that was between him and her. He stabbed her vehemently on the back of her neck, in which she screeched like a banshee. The sedative medicine inserted inside her bloodstream, making Sydney awfully lethargic.
"That's it…shhh…relax."
As if on command, she ceased her yells and her body because relaxed. Syd placed her head on the headrest in the back of her and rested her beautiful eyes.