Chapter 17: Escape

"Hello, sweetie.  You were out for at least…"  Claire said, then watched helplessly as Sydney clasped a syringe which was all ready drawn of fresh counteragent.  "No, Sydney."

"Shut the fuck up, bitch."

The patient floundered out of the lab and down the hall.  The Keeper silently studied her movements, in which the teenager set foot inside the small padded room.  Sid slammed the door behind her and the scientist gazed at the observation hall.  In her pocket was a receiver to a cordless phone.  She began to punch numbers on the mechanical object, in which it started to activate.

Darien slouched faintly in his seat as his partner drove the old, but helpful van.  Commencing from the building, they were going to head back to The Agency to unleash the information to The Official.  Hobbes' cell phone chimed its infuriating ring as he responded to the call.

"Hobbes."

"Bobby, hi.  Is Darien there?"

"Yeah, why?"  The mistrustful agent wanted to know.

"Everything is fine, the girl is ok at the moment but we have a situation."

"Ok, here he is." 

Fawkes was passed the diminutive phone and slithered the sleek object around his ear.

"Yeah?"

"Sydney is fine at the moment but she locked herself in the white room.  With her is a steady dose of counteragent with her."  The Keeper explained, in a tranquil tone.

"We're on our way."  Fawkes simply said, and locked the phone shut.  "Step on it, partner."

Hobbes nodded in compliance and with swiftness; he sped through the busy streets.  His careless driving nearly progressed an accident.  Car horns blared in the breeze while Bobby overlooked the scene and progressed to the building. 

By the time the vehicle roamed to the curb of the sidewalk, Darien flew out of the van.  The giant sprinted inside the structure with his vertically challenged friend lagging behind.

The hallway consisted of The Fatman and Eberts, who sauntered inside the room with Fawkes panting inside.  His assessment concluded that Sydney positioned herself on the small cushioned bed with a hypodermic needle ready to be infused in her body.  The glanded man just stared in her eyes and nearly ran inside.  Bobby apprehended his friend just before he departed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm gonna try and save her."  Fawkes heaved Hobbes' hand away from his shoulder.

"You can't go in half cocked."  Bobby reminded him.

Fawkes rolled his eyes in utter disgust and scattered into the room, with the woman staring at him cautiously. 

"Yo, Sid."  Fawkes smiled into her lost eyes. 

"Hey, Darien."

He slowly moved towards her as the woman's body trembled as she stood.  She gradually stepped back and gripped the needle even harder.

"Don't get near me…or else I'll kill myself."  She said, in a calm matter.

"It's ok…it's ok, hun.  You're to make it through this, trust me."

"No…it's unbearable to withstand.  The emotion is so strong inside me that I can't tolerate to live another day with it.  Darien, you don't understand…"

"Yes, I do.  My brother was killed, remember what I told you?"  The male crept closer towards her.

"Yeah, I remember.  I just can't live with the pain…"

"I was afraid you were gonna say that."

Darien dug inside his jacket pocket to expose a large needle that had a cord on the end.  He yanked the cork off to show off a rather sharp needle.

"What are you doing?"  The female seemed anguished.

"Simple, if you kill yourself-you kill me.  I take a shot of the medicine you are taking.  What's another body to count?"

"No, Darien!  This is not your fight, it's mine…my fight for my sanity.  If I end my life, I will be myself again."  Tears stung Syd's eyes.

"How will your aunt and uncle react if they have to attend another funeral?"  Fawkes wanted to know, with concern filling his tongue. 

"I'm sorry, Darien."  She shoved the needle in her skin, and then plunged the medicine in her system. 

She dropped the needle, in which it shattered to the floor.  Darien couldn't help but stare in disbelief and then observed the woman falling to the floor.  Her body convulsed and her male companion rushed to her side.  He cradled Sydney in his arms as Claire ran inside the padded room. 

"What the hell is happening to her?!"  Darien screamed at the Keeper.

"I don't know…lets get her to the lab."

Fawkes scooped up the fragile Sydney and darted to the small lab.