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and Bad Robot Productions.
This is my first Alias fic. I'd love to get feedback! Please review the story or e-mail me at jeff_langdon@hotmail.com! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story so far.
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 16
Irina spun around in the direction of the voice, as did the guards. Sydney immediately tensed up as she heard the voice of her would-be rescuer.
"How nice of you to drop by, Mr. Sark! You're just in time," Irina exclaimed.
"I said let them go now, Irina," Sark repeated, "or did I not make myself clear?"
The smile disappeared off of Irina's face and her eyes darkened. "You do realize that you're making a grave mistake."
"Perhaps," Sark answered coyly. "But not like it's any of your business, Irina."
"Actually, it is, Mr. Sark," Irina countered. "You see, those who oppose me always end up dead."
"There's always a first time for everything, Irina," Sark shot back. "Now, if I were you I would release them before your pet projects up in the laboratory are reduced to smoldering ashes."
Sydney looked on in confusion as Sark and Irina continued to spar with each other. "I thought Sark worked for Irina?" she asked herself.
Irina laughed in a terrifying manner. "I always knew you weren't to be trusted, Mr. Sark. So luckily I bought myself some insurance."
Her last comment seemed to unnerve Sark just enough for Sydney to notice a change in his demeanour. She began to feel nauseous because she was starting to put the pieces together. Sark wasn't the one to blame for Will and Francie's capture. He never lied to her. She hurt him for no apparent reason. Her former feelings of anger were now replaced guilt and fear. Sydney also began to realize that Sark is placing everything on the line for her at this moment.
Irina snapped her fingers and a door opened. Three people slowly emerged. Sydney looked over and saw two guards carrying a young woman out of the door. At the same time, she saw all the colour drain from Sark's face. Sark exhibited a look of pure fear, something that Sydney had never seen before.
"Let her go!" Sark yelled as he advanced towards Irina.
"One more step and she dies!" she threatened.
"She's innocent," Sark continued. "Let her go."
"Since when did you care whether someone was innocent or not, Mr. Sark?" Irina taunted. "What ever happened to your assassin instincts? You're getting soft!" She clearly relished the fact that she had Sark right where she wanted him. Whoever this young woman was, Irina has managed to accomplish what few people have been able to do - render Sark helpless.
"Now, Mr. Sark," Irina continued. "Who do you want me to shoot? Sydney or Katie? Choose. NOW!!!"
"Don't fall for her trap," Katie yelled. "Save Sydney!"
"Aww, how touching!" Irina mocked before ordering her guards to shoot Katie in the leg, causing her to scream in pain.
Sydney was horrified by what she saw. She knew Irina was a monster, but this was well beyond monstrosity. "Stop it! I'll tell you!!"
Irina laughed coldly. "Didn't I tell you that you would offer me the information shortly? So sweet of you to betray your country to save your lover!"
Sark glared at Irina but remained silent, afraid of setting off another tirade of insanity.
"Too bad you always look for love in the wrong places. First, you fall for a CIA operative who you can never have. Now you fall for."
"Stop," Sark ordered.
Irina looked over at Sark with a bemused expression. "What's wrong, Mr. Sark, or should I call you - Andrew?"
"Damn you, Irina," Sark hissed. "What do you want?"
"Didn't I warn you not to mess with me? You may be brilliant, but you are nothing but a toy for me! I've known about your little acts of betrayal all along."
Turning to Sydney, Irina continued her rambling. "You see, Sydney. Mr. Sark here is even more out of bounds to you than your agent Vaughn."
"What are you rambling about, Irina?" Sydney demanded, although she had a feeling that she wasn't going to like what she was about to hear.
"You see, Mr. Sark's real name isn't Mr. Sark."
"Stop it, Irina," Sark pleaded, his voice trembling. Sydney had never seen him so shaken up before. At this moment, she just wanted to hold him and hug him.
"Mr. Sark's real name is Andrew. Andrew Bristow."
Sydney's face was a picture of shock and disbelief. She was sure she heard wrong, but she couldn't have.
"Aren't you glad to see your long-lost baby brother, Sydney? Remember how upset you were the day when he supposedly died?" Irina sneered.
"Andrew?" Sydney finally whispered, tears streaming down her face.
"Now that the touching reunion is over with, I must move on to deal with my ungrateful son."
"You're not my mother," Sark answered.
"You're sick, Irina!" Sydney screamed as she realized that Irina not only faked her own death, but that she had taken her precious baby brother from her all these years just so she could accomplish her evil plans.
"You have one minute to make your decision. Who shall live? Your sister or your lover? The choice is yours," Irina announced triumphantly as she stared Sark in the eyes. "Oh, and I almost forgot. I want you to be the one to pull the trigger."
Sark looked about helplessly. He closed his eyes as he aimed his gun at Katie only to change his mind and point it at Sydney. For the next minute, he changed his mind over and over again, unable to make a decision.
"Shoot me, Andrew," Katie pleaded. "I understand. I love you, Andrew. And I know you love me."
"I can't," Sark cried out, his voice altered by his sobs of anguish.
"Listen to me," Sydney cut in. "Irina won't let us go unless one of us dies. At least I know that you're alive. Save Katie."
Sark continued with his internal struggle, not able to make up his mind. His thoughts were broken by the sound of a loud gunshot. Sark felt his knees buckle as he collapsed to the floor. "NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
~ to be continued ~
This is my first Alias fic. I'd love to get feedback! Please review the story or e-mail me at jeff_langdon@hotmail.com! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed the story so far.
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The Guardian Angel - Chapter 16
Irina spun around in the direction of the voice, as did the guards. Sydney immediately tensed up as she heard the voice of her would-be rescuer.
"How nice of you to drop by, Mr. Sark! You're just in time," Irina exclaimed.
"I said let them go now, Irina," Sark repeated, "or did I not make myself clear?"
The smile disappeared off of Irina's face and her eyes darkened. "You do realize that you're making a grave mistake."
"Perhaps," Sark answered coyly. "But not like it's any of your business, Irina."
"Actually, it is, Mr. Sark," Irina countered. "You see, those who oppose me always end up dead."
"There's always a first time for everything, Irina," Sark shot back. "Now, if I were you I would release them before your pet projects up in the laboratory are reduced to smoldering ashes."
Sydney looked on in confusion as Sark and Irina continued to spar with each other. "I thought Sark worked for Irina?" she asked herself.
Irina laughed in a terrifying manner. "I always knew you weren't to be trusted, Mr. Sark. So luckily I bought myself some insurance."
Her last comment seemed to unnerve Sark just enough for Sydney to notice a change in his demeanour. She began to feel nauseous because she was starting to put the pieces together. Sark wasn't the one to blame for Will and Francie's capture. He never lied to her. She hurt him for no apparent reason. Her former feelings of anger were now replaced guilt and fear. Sydney also began to realize that Sark is placing everything on the line for her at this moment.
Irina snapped her fingers and a door opened. Three people slowly emerged. Sydney looked over and saw two guards carrying a young woman out of the door. At the same time, she saw all the colour drain from Sark's face. Sark exhibited a look of pure fear, something that Sydney had never seen before.
"Let her go!" Sark yelled as he advanced towards Irina.
"One more step and she dies!" she threatened.
"She's innocent," Sark continued. "Let her go."
"Since when did you care whether someone was innocent or not, Mr. Sark?" Irina taunted. "What ever happened to your assassin instincts? You're getting soft!" She clearly relished the fact that she had Sark right where she wanted him. Whoever this young woman was, Irina has managed to accomplish what few people have been able to do - render Sark helpless.
"Now, Mr. Sark," Irina continued. "Who do you want me to shoot? Sydney or Katie? Choose. NOW!!!"
"Don't fall for her trap," Katie yelled. "Save Sydney!"
"Aww, how touching!" Irina mocked before ordering her guards to shoot Katie in the leg, causing her to scream in pain.
Sydney was horrified by what she saw. She knew Irina was a monster, but this was well beyond monstrosity. "Stop it! I'll tell you!!"
Irina laughed coldly. "Didn't I tell you that you would offer me the information shortly? So sweet of you to betray your country to save your lover!"
Sark glared at Irina but remained silent, afraid of setting off another tirade of insanity.
"Too bad you always look for love in the wrong places. First, you fall for a CIA operative who you can never have. Now you fall for."
"Stop," Sark ordered.
Irina looked over at Sark with a bemused expression. "What's wrong, Mr. Sark, or should I call you - Andrew?"
"Damn you, Irina," Sark hissed. "What do you want?"
"Didn't I warn you not to mess with me? You may be brilliant, but you are nothing but a toy for me! I've known about your little acts of betrayal all along."
Turning to Sydney, Irina continued her rambling. "You see, Sydney. Mr. Sark here is even more out of bounds to you than your agent Vaughn."
"What are you rambling about, Irina?" Sydney demanded, although she had a feeling that she wasn't going to like what she was about to hear.
"You see, Mr. Sark's real name isn't Mr. Sark."
"Stop it, Irina," Sark pleaded, his voice trembling. Sydney had never seen him so shaken up before. At this moment, she just wanted to hold him and hug him.
"Mr. Sark's real name is Andrew. Andrew Bristow."
Sydney's face was a picture of shock and disbelief. She was sure she heard wrong, but she couldn't have.
"Aren't you glad to see your long-lost baby brother, Sydney? Remember how upset you were the day when he supposedly died?" Irina sneered.
"Andrew?" Sydney finally whispered, tears streaming down her face.
"Now that the touching reunion is over with, I must move on to deal with my ungrateful son."
"You're not my mother," Sark answered.
"You're sick, Irina!" Sydney screamed as she realized that Irina not only faked her own death, but that she had taken her precious baby brother from her all these years just so she could accomplish her evil plans.
"You have one minute to make your decision. Who shall live? Your sister or your lover? The choice is yours," Irina announced triumphantly as she stared Sark in the eyes. "Oh, and I almost forgot. I want you to be the one to pull the trigger."
Sark looked about helplessly. He closed his eyes as he aimed his gun at Katie only to change his mind and point it at Sydney. For the next minute, he changed his mind over and over again, unable to make a decision.
"Shoot me, Andrew," Katie pleaded. "I understand. I love you, Andrew. And I know you love me."
"I can't," Sark cried out, his voice altered by his sobs of anguish.
"Listen to me," Sydney cut in. "Irina won't let us go unless one of us dies. At least I know that you're alive. Save Katie."
Sark continued with his internal struggle, not able to make up his mind. His thoughts were broken by the sound of a loud gunshot. Sark felt his knees buckle as he collapsed to the floor. "NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
~ to be continued ~
