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Chapter 3-Uneasy Hope
I saw him. He was alive. His eyes emitted a luminous glow that etched a ray of hope for me. The tear quickly vanished onto the hands dragging me down the gloomy hallway littered with rooms full of secrets and lies like mine. I wanted to break free and make sure he wasn't a cruel hallucination, that I had actually seen him, alive. I was finally taken to another dingy room where I would be strapped down onto a solitary metal chair. The two men who thought they were defending our country threw me into the chair. When they were strapping me in, I didn't move. There was no reason to, I couldn't escape. They left me alone. I stared at the small window shining an unfamiliar light on my face, blinding me. Waiting, I thought. My thoughts wandered to how he survived, how we could get out, and what might become of us. Within seconds, the most terrible man walked into my little corner of devastation. He shut the door abruptly behind him and said nothing. I stared him straight in the eye, making sure he knew I was not afraid of him. When he opened his sinister mouth to speak, I felt my blood curdle. I hated Arvin Sloane with every fiber of my being.
"Hello Sydney."
I kept on staring at him trying to bite back my feelings to break the restraining chair to attack him.
"See I always thought you knew how I thought of you," he paused for a reaction, there was none, "but I never thought you would be the one to go against me. Everyone told me it was you, but I thought differently."
He stopped and looked at me, as if asking for permission to continue. I sharpened my eyes careful to not let him see my weaknesses again. I now had purpose back in my life.
"Now, you see, I'm in quite a predicament. I don't want to kill you; I never want to kill anyone."
Unless they harm your reputation with the Alliance? I thought, knowing perfectly well that he would enjoy aiming a gun at my head.
"I have to, though, you now that more than anyone. Don't worry, we'll kill you almost pain free, but your friend, Mr. Vaughn, will have a different ending." He spoke those words with such glee and satisfaction. With that I couldn't take it, all the anger bottled up inside me broke free. I snapped.
"He's done nothing to you. What right do you have to torture him! No!!" After I spoke with such venom and spite, I couldn't stop. Tears flowed, words that had filled my head for the past hours screamed out at him.
As he began to leave he turned around and nonchalantly added, "We'll talk again, and I'll be anticipating it." He left the room with a sudden snap of the heels. I kept on screaming as the hands of evil reappeared and forced me out of the chair. I became silent as soon as I realized he had won again. I became silent, obedient. I looked in on the other rooms. I saw no one that I knew. All I saw were frail lifeless bodies waiting for when their time to be tortured came. I glanced to the room across from mine, before they began shoving me through the door.
I became stiff. I didn't move, tensing every muscle in my body. I needed to see if he was still there. I saw a large void inside the almost empty cave. I acted as if submitting to the evils hands and let them guide me, only to twist their wrists and send them to the ground which I knew too well. I ran to his door, banging it. He heard and looked up from his uncomfortable position of dim images running through his mind. His eyes filled with such hope and … I couldn't pin point it to a certain feeling. I felt it to, a happiness that was possible in all this dreadful filth. His eyes welled up with tears as he put his hand on the thin window that separated such a strong force. I, without thinking, did the same significant action and managed a semi-smile. We were transported to a different world in mere seconds. I then realized that the men on the floor held the keys to unlock our weighted down hearts. I smiled into his perfect face, which was now bristly and bruised. All the same, it was perfect to me. Jumping to grab the keys, I found them instantly dangling in an evil hand. I snatched them up with ease, the problem was, which one opened our hearts. I frantically guessed one after the other. He began to grow impatient and worried. I could see the worry in his heart grow on his forehead. I kept dropping the keys and looking over my shoulder. I heard movement and looked into Vaughn's face which was now screaming words that never converted into sound. I felt a sharp pain to the back of my neck and sunk into a deep restless sleep.
Hours or days later, I don't know, I awoke. I panicked. I skimmed my hands over my entire body to make sure I was alive. Once I had confirmed that I was indeed alive, I screamed. I screamed into the vacuum that encompassed my worthlessness. I hated to be alive. I needed him. I became aware of every sound and every movement around me. I stared at anything that might hold a happy memory or positive story in it, so that I wouldn't think of him, alive or dead by now. I stared into the deep color of black on my skirt that became poisoned by my endless stream of tears. I loved this skirt. I wore it to the museum to get that worthless vase, because I had to attend a meaningless seminar to obtain insignificant information about the security of the building. The skirt moved with every step I took, every chill that was sent down my spine. I felt such grace and elegance, plus I knew he would love it. I stared at the patterns made by the tears. I saw millions of rivers and imagined sailing down them to a far off ocean in a distant land where I could be free.
My thoughts of fantasy and dreams were cut short by a quick, stark banging coming from across the canyon from the other room. I jumped, where were they taking him? I forced my frail body to get up and break out of this world by looking out of the window. My dull eyes drifted out of the darkness and into the light. Two eyes, just as dull as mine, shone through the cold gap between us. I banged on the door to let him know I was still there. We stood there in the dim darkness of fear and stared at each other. Comforting one another with just our eyes, whole conversations spoken, neither of us felt alone. Besides how we felt, we were merely specks of dirt in the eyes of Sloane, waiting to crush our spirits as he began to walk down the pit of nothing to stare us in the eye with a gun ready and poised behind his back.