Destiny Lies in the Syndicate (a.k.a. the Prophecy of Faye Valentine)

By Fantasy Cat

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but Sam cuz Sam rocks!!!!!

Chapter Six: The Plot to Assassinate Vicious

Something inside of her wanted to ignore the events of the past few days. They were quiet, yet big things in her mind were happening. Who was he? It couldn't be! And so forth.

After things were normal, normal being Vicious's "girl" again, the twosome had another meeting with the Gold Lion Syndicate. This time in Vicious's private conference room. Faye was waiting outside the room. After her last escape attempt she had to be heavily guarded. She became bored from waiting and fell asleep on the couch.

BOOM! A loud noise rocked the building and shocked Faye from her sleep, head to toe. Guards who were waiting outside rushed to the door of the room to find out what had just happened. The door to the room flew open as syndicate members were rushing out with smoke and few flames following them.

Faye thought that she had a head start to find an escape route, but the smoke was quickly getting denser and was heading toward her direction. She crawled and squirmed her way across the fancy carpet in the main hall and found another small, but remotely deserted hallway. When she was free of the smoke she quickly got up and started tiptoeing. The men were still running around the main hall from the confusion being the idiots they are in Faye's mind. Her break was waiting for her. At the end of the hall was a side door that would lead her outside. Now all she had to do was run for the exit.

Halfway through the run, something grasped at Faye's arm and caused her to nearly but painfully trip. 'Damn Vicious' she thought. She looked at what yanked her left arm. It was Sam. He was inside a vent with his arm sticking out of the wall grabbing Faye's.

"What the hell are you doing?! I could've gotten out!"

"You gotta help me Faye. They're gonna find me and kill me when they find out!"

"Find out what?"

"That I slipped the bomb in during the conference. It was supposed to land right behind Vicious but it rolled off and I didn't have time to deactivate it before it went off."

"So now, Vicious knows that someone was trying to kill him. What's gonna make him suspect it was you?"

"Oh I just know that they're going to check all the cells for weapons and bomb plans. If they find my secret hole, they're going to know it's me! Won't you pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease help me?!"

Just then Faye heard voices talking loudly. "There's no doubt that it maybe one of the prisoners." "Vicious's orders. Kill all the prisoners."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Sam's scream was so loud, Faye was thrown into panic and she smacked him to shut up. She began to contemplate what the men just said. If they were going to kill all the prisoners then that would include…him.

"Alright, Sam. I'll help you. Just-calm-down!" Faye growled at Sam. Sam opened up the vent door for Faye to crawl into before anyone else could see. 'I can't believe I'm back in here again!' she thought to herself.

"Where did she go!" demanded Vicious. "There's no sign of her anywhere," reported one of the members. "Well she couldn't have gotten too far. Send some men around the outside perimeters, and hurry!"

Vicious began walking down the hall where Faye was when something on the ground caught his eye. If he didn't know any better the piece he picked up must've been a torn from Faye's dress.

He looked up and noticed the vent that was slightly loose.

"On second thought," he said. "I do believe I know where she might be headed."

"Faye, what are you doing? I thought we were escaping!" Sam was getting nervous and whiny at the same time, much to Faye's annoyance. 'Some wise fortune-telling syndicate member he turned out to be'.

"I said I'd help you, but there are some conditions to the agreement. They're too hard to explain."

"And you find it hard to explain why we're heading down to the cells again instead of trying to get out?!"

Faye found the vent door that led to her old cell. She motioned for Sam to follow her to the cell next door where she hoped someone was still residing in there.

Then she heard them enter as the noise of guns loading echoed through.