*I know the first chapter is a little confusing!!!! Sorry!! Please review, thanks!! Hope this chapter clears up some questions in your head!!
Chapter 2-Abandoned
I can still see the –g- in his name. I can still see that face, that face that lit up my dark and shadowy life. I cried at the thought of what SD-6 might be doing to him at this very moment, probably in the very next room. I had done this to him. I left him there. I was the one that abandoned him in that solitary room. At this thought I went insane. I started ripping the hem of my dress and drug my weary, lifeless body to the four walls, one by one. At various sections, I held up my ear to hear any signs of pain or movement. Nothing was to be heard, except for the constant deafening sound of silence. I had to break free from that torture of silence. I screamed just to know that I was alive, to know that he wasn't. To know how we felt, how the lies and secrets of my life came out too late to matter.
I finally heard movement outside of my small, gloomy world of fear. My breath was caught in my chest, unable to circulate heat and emotion. The footsteps passed and opened a room across the hall. As soon that made sense in my unresponsive mind, I leapt up from the dead and ran at the door. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, jumping up and down thinking that this would save him if he was still alive. I stood there, inches from the door, just screaming random words of nonsense. Without thought, I fell to the ground shaking. His face embedded into every corner of the room surrounding me.
My heart aches, like it will never be complete again. As his face begins to become closer to me, I remember when we met in the warehouse earlier today. He wasn't bleeding. Wasn't being hunted down. He was just Vaughn giving me my countermission. My thoughts shifted to hollow and empty to light and carefree. I blacked out in my insanity.
I open my eyes and everything is fuzzy. I realize that I'm back at the warehouse yesterday. Safe. Comfortable. I see myself walking towards him. I think to just pull him in my arms and never let him go, to never leave this place. I can't. What I'm seeing I can't change. I'll never be able to change it. Never. I walk down the corridor next to the boxes of things I don't care to know about. I had just gotten a wrong number and came. I was filled with excitement, but also fear. I would be able to see him, but that also meant more lies and secrets. I finally turn the corner and find myself staring at him sitting in a solitary chair.
"Hi Syd," He stands as he acknowledges my presence. I noticed the Kings pen and knew he had been tapping the edge of the solitary table next to him. I smiled, letting him know I was glad to see him.
"Hi, what's my countermission?"
"Sloane has asked you to go to Italy and retrieve an ancient vase from a museum. We have reason to believe that this vase is somehow related to Rambaldi. The vase isn't guarded heavily. You shouldn't have any trouble. You will retrieve the vase, but after you have it, meet me in the first storeroom you pass. I will hand you a fake. Got it?"
"Yep, I think so," I answer him back, gazing into his eyes. More lies, more secrets. "It shouldn't be that hard. Anyway," the frown on his forehead begins to show, "I just wanted to let you know that we will be in Italy and, well, we might be able to go to that restaurant?" He looked me straight in the eye. I couldn't help but to smile. I felt myself blushing, my cheeks felt like they could explode. I pushed my hair out of my face and looked down at the dusty floor, avoiding his comforting gaze. I wanted to tell him, tell him how much I loved him.
"What about Dixon?" I interrogate him with a smile, trying to give him a little hint.
"You can sneak out of his eye for a second and come away with me. Remember, the food's too good to miss. Plus, if we do get seen at least we would have a great last meal together," he thoughtfully answered back with that adorable grin that tears away at my heart.
"I'm sure he'd notice, but I'd love to. We'll have to make an escape route for me and of course, most importantly a beautiful disguise," I laugh at myself and just grin at him. He joins me and I laugh harder.
Our laughter is cut way too short by my beeper going off. I looked down and saw Francie's number. Why?!
"I have to go. When is your flight?" I want to stay.
"In two hours, you?"
"An hour, you're lucky," a small laugh stumbles its way out.
"Bye, be safe." He looks at me directly in my eyes.
I want to hold me and get rid of all the lies and secrets hidden between us. I can see them in his eyes. He probably sees them in mine as well. "You too, bye."
The world becomes fuzzy again as I regain myself. Why didn't I tell him how I feel. I can still smell him, hear his voice. I begin to shake all over again. A numbness falls over my body. Vaughn. Vaughn. His face still clear in my mind, I stare at the far corner opposite of the warming light peeking in on my deserted world, trying to steal my lies. I feel like I need to cry. I want to cry, but I can't. The tiny ocean in my eyes has dried up. I sit there in silence, trying to cry. Trying to see if I'm anything more than an empty hole taking up valuable space. After hours of sitting in complete silence, concentrating on crying, only accomplishing three solitary tears, I'm interrupted.
I faintly heard the rattling of keys and locks, but disregarded them. I thought I made them up. Silence almost became a part of me, a place where I could rest and think of him.
The door burst open, sending uncomfortable amounts of blinding light framing my back. I didn't turn around. I couldn't. I knew if I did I would cry. I realized I didn't want to cry. If I saw them, my enemy, I would crumble. They killed him, and by killing him, killed my will to live. Once the door opened, I abandoned who I was, Sydney Bristow. If I was capable of abandoning the man I love more than taking down SD-6, then I can take myself down.
The enemy walked into the room. It's footsteps definite and echoing in my hollow world of nothing.
"Sydney," the enemy spoke and I knew immediately who he was.
Without thinking, I sprung up and started screaming at him. How could he do this to me? I didn't care if he had won by hurting me or hurting the man I loved. I screamed so loud and hard right into his face so he could hear me.
"Where is he? Where is he? Is he alive?" I repeated those crucial words that I had to know.
He snapped his fingers and two men came in. They took me by my wrists. As they drug my limp body that muttered senseless words, my fingernails were pinching and scraping their hands of evil. I couldn't do anything else. When I realized that I had passed rooms with other disturbing worlds with sinister thoughts quite like my own world of solitude, I freaked. I stopped and tightened every muscle of my body. I bite the hands of evil and ran to every door I could find. Peered in at their worlds of nothing. When I reached the door across from mine, I stood frozen. Not aware of the three men running to catch me, I slowly peeked into the window of fear. I saw nothing at first, because even something in these rooms, there is nothing. Then slowly, an image of a man crumpled and belittled on the cold ground found my eyes. I pounded on the door, screamed and kicked, even with the sharp pains emitting from the wound. The man turned his head towards the window very gradually. The light began to pick up his features.
Suddenly, the hands of evil grabbed me again and begin to drag me to another room full of darkness, where a man was waiting to talk to me. I screamed and kicked. I knew that crumpled man in that room of emptiness, across from dark hollow world. Instantly, my hollow being felt warmth only on the fingertips. I hadn't abandoned him not completely. I allowed myself to cry, on solitary tear.