The Way of Seeming
I own nothing. All character's belong to someone with much more money
than me.
Author's note: Hey Guys!!!! No reviews to make me happy, but I've finished my
Spanish oral project and paper, my APA style paper for psych, did some research for my
research paper on the Brooklyn Bridge, and FINISHED writing my philosophy research
paper. I GOT A HUNDRED ON MY PHILOSOPHY TEST! But I've got another one on
Monday. I should probably be studying. But screw that.
And still- To all my friends out there reading this: You are in college and
therefore you should be capable of clicking a button. If not, seek me out for further
instructions.
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
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Sydney hadn't come back. Francie was frantic.
"How could you let her leave?!"
Will pulled the phone away from his ear.
"Geez Jack. She leaves all the time after wrong numbers. I think they give her
cravings for food. It's weird, but then that's Sydney."
Jack's voice was much quieter. "There was a wrong number just before she left?"
"Yeah. She put down the phone, put on her shoes, and left still wearing her
pajamas. Jack? Hello?"
Francie walked in. "Is he looking for her?"
Will put the phone down. "He hung up on me. I guess he must have been really
worried. Wanted to start looking right away."
Francie pulled her coat on and grabbed her keys. "Come on. Let's go find her."
Jack stormed into Devlin's office.
"Who the HELL called my daughter?! She is supposed to be resting!"
Devlin's assistant shut the door quietly behind him.
"You didn't want to explain what happened. I was told to find out what
happened." He continued before Jack could cut in. "Agent Weiss is out looking for her
right now."
Jack was livid. "HE doesn't know where she is either?"
"No. Sydney left the warehouse rather quickly before he had the chance to learn
anything from her."
Jack turned and walked out calling back over his shoulder. "Someone had better
find her soon. The drugs are most likely in full control now. There's no saying what she
could do or say."
Agents were scouring the city, looking for one tiny, fragile looking creature who
was anything but.
"Agent Kim, have you found anything?"
"Not a trace. I went back to the warehouse to try and pick up her trail. She
returned to the warehouse at some point, but whenever she left she was careful not to
leave any trail to follow."
"Understood Agent Kim. Report back to base ops."
"Yes sir."
The agent shut the phone and slipped into his car, pulling out into the street and
heading back, mentally cursing the absolutely useless and pointless missions he was sent
on.
Sydney slipped into the silent house, not bothering to turn on any of the lights.
Her eyes felt swollen and they itched as she rubbed them with her fingers once again, trying to
make the tears stop.
She stumbled into the bathroom. Without turning the lights on she turned on the
water and splashed it on her face.
As she dried her face the moonlight broke through the cloudy sky and burst into
the window, alighting on the bathtub.
Sydney rubbed her eyes again. Danny. Bathtub. Blood. She sank down next to the
tub, sobs choking her again.
She killed Danny. She killed Vaughn. Oh God. Vaughn. She'd killed Vaughn.
Was there blood? There was always blood. So sticky. Like syrup. Pancakes. I was eating.
I was happy. Hungry now. Vaughn's not hungry. He'll never be hungry. No pancakes for
Vaughn. Sticky pancakes. Covered in blood. So much blood. Have to see blood. There
should be blood.
She sat next to the tub with the razor blade in her hand, not remembering the walk
to the medicine cabinet, not even wondering where it had come from.
Blood
There needs to be blood
She sat there, staring down at her wrists, the line of red running through the tan
line from her watch on one wrist, but evenly tanned skin on the other. This fact held her
entranced as the blood began to flow down her forearms, falling drop by drop to the
newly tiled floor.
Wow! I have to say that I wrote this last night and I was freaking out. Then I read it over
in Psych today and got shivers down my spine. I guess it's got to be good if I'm freaking
myself out.
So what do YOU think? Is she dead? Will they find her in time? Is Vaughn really dead?
Is it Vaughn? Will I EVER get to the point? REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!
I own nothing. All character's belong to someone with much more money
than me.
Author's note: Hey Guys!!!! No reviews to make me happy, but I've finished my
Spanish oral project and paper, my APA style paper for psych, did some research for my
research paper on the Brooklyn Bridge, and FINISHED writing my philosophy research
paper. I GOT A HUNDRED ON MY PHILOSOPHY TEST! But I've got another one on
Monday. I should probably be studying. But screw that.
And still- To all my friends out there reading this: You are in college and
therefore you should be capable of clicking a button. If not, seek me out for further
instructions.
Don't forget to review. They make me happy. :)
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Sydney hadn't come back. Francie was frantic.
"How could you let her leave?!"
Will pulled the phone away from his ear.
"Geez Jack. She leaves all the time after wrong numbers. I think they give her
cravings for food. It's weird, but then that's Sydney."
Jack's voice was much quieter. "There was a wrong number just before she left?"
"Yeah. She put down the phone, put on her shoes, and left still wearing her
pajamas. Jack? Hello?"
Francie walked in. "Is he looking for her?"
Will put the phone down. "He hung up on me. I guess he must have been really
worried. Wanted to start looking right away."
Francie pulled her coat on and grabbed her keys. "Come on. Let's go find her."
Jack stormed into Devlin's office.
"Who the HELL called my daughter?! She is supposed to be resting!"
Devlin's assistant shut the door quietly behind him.
"You didn't want to explain what happened. I was told to find out what
happened." He continued before Jack could cut in. "Agent Weiss is out looking for her
right now."
Jack was livid. "HE doesn't know where she is either?"
"No. Sydney left the warehouse rather quickly before he had the chance to learn
anything from her."
Jack turned and walked out calling back over his shoulder. "Someone had better
find her soon. The drugs are most likely in full control now. There's no saying what she
could do or say."
Agents were scouring the city, looking for one tiny, fragile looking creature who
was anything but.
"Agent Kim, have you found anything?"
"Not a trace. I went back to the warehouse to try and pick up her trail. She
returned to the warehouse at some point, but whenever she left she was careful not to
leave any trail to follow."
"Understood Agent Kim. Report back to base ops."
"Yes sir."
The agent shut the phone and slipped into his car, pulling out into the street and
heading back, mentally cursing the absolutely useless and pointless missions he was sent
on.
Sydney slipped into the silent house, not bothering to turn on any of the lights.
Her eyes felt swollen and they itched as she rubbed them with her fingers once again, trying to
make the tears stop.
She stumbled into the bathroom. Without turning the lights on she turned on the
water and splashed it on her face.
As she dried her face the moonlight broke through the cloudy sky and burst into
the window, alighting on the bathtub.
Sydney rubbed her eyes again. Danny. Bathtub. Blood. She sank down next to the
tub, sobs choking her again.
She killed Danny. She killed Vaughn. Oh God. Vaughn. She'd killed Vaughn.
Was there blood? There was always blood. So sticky. Like syrup. Pancakes. I was eating.
I was happy. Hungry now. Vaughn's not hungry. He'll never be hungry. No pancakes for
Vaughn. Sticky pancakes. Covered in blood. So much blood. Have to see blood. There
should be blood.
She sat next to the tub with the razor blade in her hand, not remembering the walk
to the medicine cabinet, not even wondering where it had come from.
Blood
There needs to be blood
She sat there, staring down at her wrists, the line of red running through the tan
line from her watch on one wrist, but evenly tanned skin on the other. This fact held her
entranced as the blood began to flow down her forearms, falling drop by drop to the
newly tiled floor.
Wow! I have to say that I wrote this last night and I was freaking out. Then I read it over
in Psych today and got shivers down my spine. I guess it's got to be good if I'm freaking
myself out.
So what do YOU think? Is she dead? Will they find her in time? Is Vaughn really dead?
Is it Vaughn? Will I EVER get to the point? REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!