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Chapter Six
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Vaughn's first glimpse of Sydney would be one he would remember for the rest of his life, It would haunt his dreams and scar his mind forever.
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Sydney sat limply in the chair, her head hung to the side, unconscious. There were several large bruises already forming on her pale face. The purply-hue of them disguising her normally vivid features. Dried blood was crusting from several large gashes on her forehead and cheeks. One of her arms was definitely broken, for it hung strangely from her shoulder joint to her handcuffed wrist. More bloody gashes covered her arms, caking them with dried blood as well. On her neck, there were strange markings, most likely burns. No doubt, there were more wounds being covered by her blue jeans.
"Oh my God.) Vaughn said under his breath. He recovered from his disbelief and rushed to Sydney's side. Pulling a silver pocket-knife from his shirt, Vaughn began sawing through the rope that bound her to the chair.
"How could he do this...." Irina whispered incredulously.
Jack said nothing, too terrified to speak.
Irina moved to her daughter's side just as Vaughn finished with the wire. Putting her palm to her daughter's cheek, Irina closed her eyes, promising that Sark would pay for what he had inflicted upon Sydney.
Vaughn grasped Sydney fragile hand in his own, remembering the day he did the same thing, or rather she held his hand at the pier. So gentle, it had been the calm of the storm. Those days seemed so wonderful and simple compared to the present.
Finally, when Irina had stood from her position on the floor and Vaughn had lifted Sydney from the hard chair and into his arms, Jack was still staring, lost in a world of his own shock. Making sure Vaughn had a good hold on her daughter, Irina moved cautiously toward Jack.
"Jack, we have to go now." Irina tested carefully.
"Right...Of course." Jack snapped out of his semi-trance suddenly and followed Vaughn and Irina out of the steel-enforced door.
"We have to be very quiet and extremely careful." Irina told her companions, "There could be guards around any corner, so keep your eyes open." She looked toward Jack pointedly. Satisfied he was paying attention, she lead the way through a mess of halls, unsure of where an exit might be located.
After several minutes of aimless walking, and only two guards taken down by Irina, an exit came into sight. Opening the door revealed the sun and the calm world again.
Jack was able to secure a CIA issue private jet and the group settled into its cargo hold.
Sydney was laid down on the few small blankets they had and was treated quickly. Irina sterilized all of hr wounds, while Jack set her arm to the best of his abilities. Vaughn made pick-up and hospitalization arrangements on his cell phone, throwing a worried glance Sydney's way every few seconds.
Midway through the flight, Sydney's head was in her mother's lap as they flew over the ocean.
Abruptly, Sydney awoke, screaming at the top of her lungs, "No! Please no more! No..nonononononoonnoo...Please Sark! Stop! No more..." The screaming turned to an unsteady whimper.
"Shh...Sydney you're safe now Sweety." Irina soothed.
Sydney opened her eyes weakly to the sound of her mother's voice, "Mommy?" she asked apprehensively.
"Yes dear, I'm here. Everything is going to be alright." Irina assured her, smiling sadly.
"Sydney?" Vaughn asked walking from his seat on a crate, "Are you awake?"
"Vaughn?" Sydney moved her eyes toward his voice.
"Yeah Syd, I'm right here." He bent down beside her, putting his hand on her unbroken arm.
Irina ran her hand over Sydney's forehead in a soothing motion that only a mother would be able to do. Only a mother...
"Is Daddy here?" Sydney searched the room as best as she could from her place on the floor.
"I'm here sweetheart." Jack put a weak smile on his face as he approached his daughter. He stood over her, still forcing a smile for her sake.
Suddenly, Sydney's face fell. "What's wrong Syd?" Vaughn asked hurriedly.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let him hurt me." Sydney whimpered, falling into her unconscious world once again.
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Chapter Six
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Vaughn's first glimpse of Sydney would be one he would remember for the rest of his life, It would haunt his dreams and scar his mind forever.
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Sydney sat limply in the chair, her head hung to the side, unconscious. There were several large bruises already forming on her pale face. The purply-hue of them disguising her normally vivid features. Dried blood was crusting from several large gashes on her forehead and cheeks. One of her arms was definitely broken, for it hung strangely from her shoulder joint to her handcuffed wrist. More bloody gashes covered her arms, caking them with dried blood as well. On her neck, there were strange markings, most likely burns. No doubt, there were more wounds being covered by her blue jeans.
"Oh my God.) Vaughn said under his breath. He recovered from his disbelief and rushed to Sydney's side. Pulling a silver pocket-knife from his shirt, Vaughn began sawing through the rope that bound her to the chair.
"How could he do this...." Irina whispered incredulously.
Jack said nothing, too terrified to speak.
Irina moved to her daughter's side just as Vaughn finished with the wire. Putting her palm to her daughter's cheek, Irina closed her eyes, promising that Sark would pay for what he had inflicted upon Sydney.
Vaughn grasped Sydney fragile hand in his own, remembering the day he did the same thing, or rather she held his hand at the pier. So gentle, it had been the calm of the storm. Those days seemed so wonderful and simple compared to the present.
Finally, when Irina had stood from her position on the floor and Vaughn had lifted Sydney from the hard chair and into his arms, Jack was still staring, lost in a world of his own shock. Making sure Vaughn had a good hold on her daughter, Irina moved cautiously toward Jack.
"Jack, we have to go now." Irina tested carefully.
"Right...Of course." Jack snapped out of his semi-trance suddenly and followed Vaughn and Irina out of the steel-enforced door.
"We have to be very quiet and extremely careful." Irina told her companions, "There could be guards around any corner, so keep your eyes open." She looked toward Jack pointedly. Satisfied he was paying attention, she lead the way through a mess of halls, unsure of where an exit might be located.
After several minutes of aimless walking, and only two guards taken down by Irina, an exit came into sight. Opening the door revealed the sun and the calm world again.
Jack was able to secure a CIA issue private jet and the group settled into its cargo hold.
Sydney was laid down on the few small blankets they had and was treated quickly. Irina sterilized all of hr wounds, while Jack set her arm to the best of his abilities. Vaughn made pick-up and hospitalization arrangements on his cell phone, throwing a worried glance Sydney's way every few seconds.
Midway through the flight, Sydney's head was in her mother's lap as they flew over the ocean.
Abruptly, Sydney awoke, screaming at the top of her lungs, "No! Please no more! No..nonononononoonnoo...Please Sark! Stop! No more..." The screaming turned to an unsteady whimper.
"Shh...Sydney you're safe now Sweety." Irina soothed.
Sydney opened her eyes weakly to the sound of her mother's voice, "Mommy?" she asked apprehensively.
"Yes dear, I'm here. Everything is going to be alright." Irina assured her, smiling sadly.
"Sydney?" Vaughn asked walking from his seat on a crate, "Are you awake?"
"Vaughn?" Sydney moved her eyes toward his voice.
"Yeah Syd, I'm right here." He bent down beside her, putting his hand on her unbroken arm.
Irina ran her hand over Sydney's forehead in a soothing motion that only a mother would be able to do. Only a mother...
"Is Daddy here?" Sydney searched the room as best as she could from her place on the floor.
"I'm here sweetheart." Jack put a weak smile on his face as he approached his daughter. He stood over her, still forcing a smile for her sake.
Suddenly, Sydney's face fell. "What's wrong Syd?" Vaughn asked hurriedly.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let him hurt me." Sydney whimpered, falling into her unconscious world once again.
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