Chapter 14
Sydney walked up and stood in front of her home. I can't believe I'm leaving here. She walked up to the door and unlocked it, pulling off her wig as she stepped through the door. "Francie, are you here?" No answer. "Francie?" Still nothing. She walked down the hall and knocked on the door. When she didn't get a response, she pushed it open. BANG! The bullet hit her in the arm. She cursed loudly and jumped back out of the door way, pressing her body against the wall. She looked down at her throbbing arm. I can't fight them with one arm. She quietly moved down the hall into the kitchen. She pulled a large butcher's knife out of a drawer and moved back to the hall, standing against the wall by the entrance.
She could hear the men talking. "Did you get her?"
"Yeah, I think. Watch this one while I check it out."
Syd waited as the footsteps got closer. When the man stepped out of the hall, she used her good arm to grab him and cover his mouth, and her other to slit his throat. As he slumped to the ground, Sydney wanted to be sick. He probably didn't even know who he just risked his life for.
She layed the knife down and picked up the man's gun. Quietly she made her way back down the hall. When she got to Francie's door, she pulled a mirror out of her purse and used it to look into the room. There was only one man left standing bent over Francie, whispering to her. Syd didn't want to kill this man too, but knew that she couldn't risk fighting him with one arm. He was just too big. She raised her gun, and pulled the trigger. The man collapsed on top of Francie causing her to let out a terrified scream.
Francie froze. "Syd?" She couldn't believe that this was Sydney. This woman in the skimpy clothes, holding a gun, and clutching a bloody arm. "What's going on? Are you shot? Who were those guys? Did you k--"
"Francie, calm down." Syd walked over and untied her. Francie could see the tears forming in her eyes from, what she assumed, was pain.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, it's not as bad as the other times..."
Other times? "Syd, what other times? You've never been shot before...have you?"
"Francie, I can't explain right now. We've got to go."
"Go? Go where?"
"The airport."
"Why are-?"
"Francie, we're in a lot of trouble right now. We have to go...we have to go to Spain to hide out."
"Hide from what?"
"Francie!" She closed her mouth, shocked and hurt. "I'm sorry, but we don't have time to talk right now. We've got to change, and get to the airport in," she looked at her watch, "twenty minutes. We're meeting Will and a freind."
"Syd..."
"I'm sorry, I'll explain it later."
Francie watched Syd run out of her room, and return with some clothes. She caught them when Syd threw them to her.
"Put these on. There's an I.D. in that purse. Try to do your hair and make up just like that. I'll be back. I have to clean up this arm and change. Can you be ready in five minutes?"
She nodded, still stunned.
Syd smiled wearily, and headed for her room.
Sydney walked up and stood in front of her home. I can't believe I'm leaving here. She walked up to the door and unlocked it, pulling off her wig as she stepped through the door. "Francie, are you here?" No answer. "Francie?" Still nothing. She walked down the hall and knocked on the door. When she didn't get a response, she pushed it open. BANG! The bullet hit her in the arm. She cursed loudly and jumped back out of the door way, pressing her body against the wall. She looked down at her throbbing arm. I can't fight them with one arm. She quietly moved down the hall into the kitchen. She pulled a large butcher's knife out of a drawer and moved back to the hall, standing against the wall by the entrance.
She could hear the men talking. "Did you get her?"
"Yeah, I think. Watch this one while I check it out."
Syd waited as the footsteps got closer. When the man stepped out of the hall, she used her good arm to grab him and cover his mouth, and her other to slit his throat. As he slumped to the ground, Sydney wanted to be sick. He probably didn't even know who he just risked his life for.
She layed the knife down and picked up the man's gun. Quietly she made her way back down the hall. When she got to Francie's door, she pulled a mirror out of her purse and used it to look into the room. There was only one man left standing bent over Francie, whispering to her. Syd didn't want to kill this man too, but knew that she couldn't risk fighting him with one arm. He was just too big. She raised her gun, and pulled the trigger. The man collapsed on top of Francie causing her to let out a terrified scream.
Francie froze. "Syd?" She couldn't believe that this was Sydney. This woman in the skimpy clothes, holding a gun, and clutching a bloody arm. "What's going on? Are you shot? Who were those guys? Did you k--"
"Francie, calm down." Syd walked over and untied her. Francie could see the tears forming in her eyes from, what she assumed, was pain.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, it's not as bad as the other times..."
Other times? "Syd, what other times? You've never been shot before...have you?"
"Francie, I can't explain right now. We've got to go."
"Go? Go where?"
"The airport."
"Why are-?"
"Francie, we're in a lot of trouble right now. We have to go...we have to go to Spain to hide out."
"Hide from what?"
"Francie!" She closed her mouth, shocked and hurt. "I'm sorry, but we don't have time to talk right now. We've got to change, and get to the airport in," she looked at her watch, "twenty minutes. We're meeting Will and a freind."
"Syd..."
"I'm sorry, I'll explain it later."
Francie watched Syd run out of her room, and return with some clothes. She caught them when Syd threw them to her.
"Put these on. There's an I.D. in that purse. Try to do your hair and make up just like that. I'll be back. I have to clean up this arm and change. Can you be ready in five minutes?"
She nodded, still stunned.
Syd smiled wearily, and headed for her room.