As I ran out the door a couple of men started walking towards me, the evil
light that I could always recognize was in their eyes. I turned to
casually walk away but one of them called out to me "Excuse me miss but may
we have a word with you?"
"Sorry, I have a plane to catch." I called back and then started to run when I heard them break into a fast trot. Pretty soon I was sprinting down the hall, and around the corner, they were on my heels every second. i Crap stairs! /i I thought to myself when I saw the end of the hall. I always had bad experiences with stairs, namely being thrown down them. I turned to face the jerks behind me. By now, they were about two feet away. One of them threw a punch which I easily blocked while the other tried a low kick to my knees. I jumped that and threw some of my own. Good, one man down the stairs. I smiled at the other guy and tried a roundhouse kick to his head. Suddenly I felt pressure on my ankle and before I could struggle, I was flying down the stairs. 1 bump.2.it seemed to last forever but finally I was at the bottom of the staircase, unable to move. The big, ugly brute came running down the stairs and grabbed me. I tried to kick but a searing pain shot through my left leg. He twisted my arm hard and the pain was immense. I passed out. Drip, drip, drip. I heard it but I couldn't see where it was coming from. Drip, drip, drip. I groaned and tried to wipe my face but my arms wouldn't move. My eyes snapped open only to find myself in a familiar place. It reminded me exactly of the room that I met my mother again after almost thirty years. I found that the dripping noise was my own blood, streaming from my nose and onto the floor. The light was dim and I couldn't see more than five feet in all directions. Then I heard footsteps coming towards me from behind. I hated being in these spots.
"So Sydney, I see that our last encounter didn't teach you anything." My mother's voice said in a dangerous tone. "This time you might not be so lucky as last time." I knew what she meant by lucky, I might not come out alive. "I have a proposition for you."
"I'm not interested." I growled at her and spat the blood that was seeping into my mouth out in contempt.
"Oh but you haven't even heard what I have to say. I might be able to change your mind." She stepped into the light. Her beautiful face had a look of pure evil on it.
"I don't think so." I said and spat more blood in her direction. She just smiled at me and stepped forward. I then noticed she had a leather case in her hands. She unzipped it slowly and took out a syringe and a vial of amber liquid.
"This, Sydney, is Trymiloxidide, a drug which will alter your mind to what I say. You will be completely under my command. So, we can do this the hard way, or you can willingly join me." She pricked the rubber stopper of the vial and drew out some of the liquid. She slowly advanced on me holding the needle out. "So what will it be Sydney? Mummy doesn't like it when her little girl is bad." She smiled then, like a true mother would, which surprised me because it didn't match her tone at all. "Bite me you bitch!" I screamed and spat blood straight into her face. With an outraged noise, she leapt at me and dug the needle into my arm. Before she injected the stuff, she took a moment to study my face. I could still see the mother I used to know in her eyes but I couldn't tell if it was just imagined. Suddenly a crash came from behind and a figure hurled itself at my mother, sending her flying away. The needle flew out of my arm leaving a gash in my vein. The blood came pouring out. I ripped off a leg of my stockings, tied it around the gash and flung myself into the fray. When it was over my mother lay on the ground, dead. The other figure lay five feet apart and he was starting to stand up. All of a sudden, the room began to spin around me and I collapsed. The last thing I saw was the worried face of Vaughn. Kneeling above me.
"Sorry, I have a plane to catch." I called back and then started to run when I heard them break into a fast trot. Pretty soon I was sprinting down the hall, and around the corner, they were on my heels every second. i Crap stairs! /i I thought to myself when I saw the end of the hall. I always had bad experiences with stairs, namely being thrown down them. I turned to face the jerks behind me. By now, they were about two feet away. One of them threw a punch which I easily blocked while the other tried a low kick to my knees. I jumped that and threw some of my own. Good, one man down the stairs. I smiled at the other guy and tried a roundhouse kick to his head. Suddenly I felt pressure on my ankle and before I could struggle, I was flying down the stairs. 1 bump.2.it seemed to last forever but finally I was at the bottom of the staircase, unable to move. The big, ugly brute came running down the stairs and grabbed me. I tried to kick but a searing pain shot through my left leg. He twisted my arm hard and the pain was immense. I passed out. Drip, drip, drip. I heard it but I couldn't see where it was coming from. Drip, drip, drip. I groaned and tried to wipe my face but my arms wouldn't move. My eyes snapped open only to find myself in a familiar place. It reminded me exactly of the room that I met my mother again after almost thirty years. I found that the dripping noise was my own blood, streaming from my nose and onto the floor. The light was dim and I couldn't see more than five feet in all directions. Then I heard footsteps coming towards me from behind. I hated being in these spots.
"So Sydney, I see that our last encounter didn't teach you anything." My mother's voice said in a dangerous tone. "This time you might not be so lucky as last time." I knew what she meant by lucky, I might not come out alive. "I have a proposition for you."
"I'm not interested." I growled at her and spat the blood that was seeping into my mouth out in contempt.
"Oh but you haven't even heard what I have to say. I might be able to change your mind." She stepped into the light. Her beautiful face had a look of pure evil on it.
"I don't think so." I said and spat more blood in her direction. She just smiled at me and stepped forward. I then noticed she had a leather case in her hands. She unzipped it slowly and took out a syringe and a vial of amber liquid.
"This, Sydney, is Trymiloxidide, a drug which will alter your mind to what I say. You will be completely under my command. So, we can do this the hard way, or you can willingly join me." She pricked the rubber stopper of the vial and drew out some of the liquid. She slowly advanced on me holding the needle out. "So what will it be Sydney? Mummy doesn't like it when her little girl is bad." She smiled then, like a true mother would, which surprised me because it didn't match her tone at all. "Bite me you bitch!" I screamed and spat blood straight into her face. With an outraged noise, she leapt at me and dug the needle into my arm. Before she injected the stuff, she took a moment to study my face. I could still see the mother I used to know in her eyes but I couldn't tell if it was just imagined. Suddenly a crash came from behind and a figure hurled itself at my mother, sending her flying away. The needle flew out of my arm leaving a gash in my vein. The blood came pouring out. I ripped off a leg of my stockings, tied it around the gash and flung myself into the fray. When it was over my mother lay on the ground, dead. The other figure lay five feet apart and he was starting to stand up. All of a sudden, the room began to spin around me and I collapsed. The last thing I saw was the worried face of Vaughn. Kneeling above me.