A/N:: Ha! Don't think I forget about this piece or any of my other unfinished pieces such as Rara Avis or Inner Demons. Thanks to winter break I had time to type the updated chapters and not keep anyone in suspense any longer. I sincerely apologize if I kept anyone in suspense! Also I'd like to remind everyone that I wrote this almost 6 months ago, so I pretty much left it intact and didn't make too many revisions. Happy Holidays! ~E
Chapter 6
The depth of the barrel clouded my perception. It invaded my senses and only when I attempted to look beyond the barrel could I see Vaughn's face. It was a cold, vacant, emotionless face devoid of feeling. I darted my eyes attempting to sear into his. Trying to re-ignite the conviction or at least bring him back to reality, but nothing penetrated his empty stare. I looked over at Sark and his lips curled and he looked as though he was a beaming father seeing his son; so proud of his accomplishment. His evil smirk made me cringe. It made me feel sick ands I tried again to silently reason with Vaughn. His eyes followed mine and led me to a note scrawled in Italian; 'this is just a game we play, we are each a ploy, a toy to be displayed'
I darted my eyes back to Sark. I batted my brown eyes and offered a false sense of admiration which overcame my previously frozen stare.
"You did all of this for me?" I asked Sark.
He smirked some more and approached me. He rested his hand on my bare shoulder and replied; "You give yourself quite a lot of credit… I did this because of you.."
He shoved me back into the couch, I let him, after all I couldn't let on that I knew Vaughn wasn't going to shoot me. I slouched into the corner of the couch further away from Vaughn and feigned a few tears.
"I'm learning new things about you everyday, Sydney" he enunciated my name. "I never thought you were the crying type."
As he leaned down to comfort me, I learned over and pulled the gun from Vaughn's loose grip and pushed the barrel into Sark's neck. I looked him right in the eye, "Don't think I won't…" I said.
"I bet you didn't peg me for the aggressive type." I continued.
Somehow his hand wrestled around my neck and tried to disarm me; instead of letting his grip cause me drop the weapon of choice this evening, I swung my arm and slammed him in the head- knocked him out cold.
Chapter 6
The depth of the barrel clouded my perception. It invaded my senses and only when I attempted to look beyond the barrel could I see Vaughn's face. It was a cold, vacant, emotionless face devoid of feeling. I darted my eyes attempting to sear into his. Trying to re-ignite the conviction or at least bring him back to reality, but nothing penetrated his empty stare. I looked over at Sark and his lips curled and he looked as though he was a beaming father seeing his son; so proud of his accomplishment. His evil smirk made me cringe. It made me feel sick ands I tried again to silently reason with Vaughn. His eyes followed mine and led me to a note scrawled in Italian; 'this is just a game we play, we are each a ploy, a toy to be displayed'
I darted my eyes back to Sark. I batted my brown eyes and offered a false sense of admiration which overcame my previously frozen stare.
"You did all of this for me?" I asked Sark.
He smirked some more and approached me. He rested his hand on my bare shoulder and replied; "You give yourself quite a lot of credit… I did this because of you.."
He shoved me back into the couch, I let him, after all I couldn't let on that I knew Vaughn wasn't going to shoot me. I slouched into the corner of the couch further away from Vaughn and feigned a few tears.
"I'm learning new things about you everyday, Sydney" he enunciated my name. "I never thought you were the crying type."
As he leaned down to comfort me, I learned over and pulled the gun from Vaughn's loose grip and pushed the barrel into Sark's neck. I looked him right in the eye, "Don't think I won't…" I said.
"I bet you didn't peg me for the aggressive type." I continued.
Somehow his hand wrestled around my neck and tried to disarm me; instead of letting his grip cause me drop the weapon of choice this evening, I swung my arm and slammed him in the head- knocked him out cold.