-Muchas gracias for the many reviews, its always nice to check you email
and find ten new messages waiting you : ) And to everyone who made note of
the ridiculously painful finale, you are not alone.
-This is a short chapter, but it is one of two I wrote today. I never intended on including this but I was sitting in school today and realized I needed to update you on what the hell Sloane was up too. And while this doesn't really explain what he wanted with Sydney, it does explain other things. So enjoy! And be sure to review . . .
-Just in case you noticed, this quote as well as the last one were Evanescence. I just bought the CD so I have been listening to it nonstop, and seem to have been able to relate everything that's going on. Great CD by the way. But anyway, I am also sorry for the formatting of it, I don't really get why it bunches it all together, but oh well.
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Never was and never will be . . . You don't know how you betrayed me . . . And somehow you've got everybody fooled -Evanescence, Everybody's Fool
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He sat quietly surveying the room around him. Cold and lifeless were the only words that came to mind. Everything in black and gray, no wood, only steel. It had been this way since she had died, Emily had been the only warmth in his life. And now that she was gone, everything was dark. It hurt at first, knowing that he had been the cause of her untimely death, but he knew now that it was necessary, that it was fate. And there was no denying fate.
He was so close to the end, so close to finally completing the quest he had begun 30 years ago. Everything was in place, the artifacts had been acquired, the machine had been assembled, the girl was in his custody; it was only a matter of time. It had been difficult at first, for he had at one time thought of her as his own, that was no lie. Watching her sleep for nearly two years knowing that to her it would seem as if he had ruined her life once she awoke, it had pained him at first. But she would have to accept her place in the prophecy eventually; she had no choice.
He is interrupted from his thoughts by a loud ringing and a confused look appears on his face as he checks the ID. There was no call scheduled for today, no update to be made. Things had been quite for the last year, and he had dreaded any change that may occur.
"Yes?"
"Something's happened."
"What do you *mean * something's happened?"
"He left today, quite abruptly. He claimed to have a conference in D.C. but I checked his flight status and he is on his way to Hong Kong."
"What makes you think this is significant?"
"Mr. Sloane, this man has never lied to me before, except when it concerns her."
"I see."
Just then, the door burst open revealing a somewhat disheveled Sark.
"Sloane . . ."
"Not now Sark, can't you see that I'm busy!"
"I am sure that what you are doing can wait. We have a problem."
"What *kind * of a problem?"
"It's Bristow."
Immediately a look of shock and terror ran across his face. This cannot be happening, not when we are so close.
"I am going to have to contact you later. Be waiting for my call."
And with that he hung up, proceeding to follow Sark out of the room.
After driving for some time they made it to the warehouse, and what he laid his eyes on sent him into panic. There were numerous guards lying on the sidewalk in front of them surrounded in a pool of blood. Without thinking twice he ran through the open doors, knowing that every piece of security he had installed would have been disarmed for this to have happened.
When he finally made it into the room he found it empty and a choked scream was released from this throat. He fell to his knees and let his head fall into his hands. They were so close, everything had been perfect. He thought he had become invincible.
He was wrong.
"Sloane?"
He did not move, he was not in the mood for conversation at the moment.
"Sir, I think you may want to take a look at this."
He opened his eyes to see an envelope addressed to him. Cautiously he stood, and began to tear at the seams.
-Did you honestly think that I would let you get away with this?
The handwriting was in precise cursive and sealed with a kiss. It could only be from one person, there was only one woman who could have had the power to betray him like this. There was only one other who knew all of his secrets.
Irina Derevko.
-This is a short chapter, but it is one of two I wrote today. I never intended on including this but I was sitting in school today and realized I needed to update you on what the hell Sloane was up too. And while this doesn't really explain what he wanted with Sydney, it does explain other things. So enjoy! And be sure to review . . .
-Just in case you noticed, this quote as well as the last one were Evanescence. I just bought the CD so I have been listening to it nonstop, and seem to have been able to relate everything that's going on. Great CD by the way. But anyway, I am also sorry for the formatting of it, I don't really get why it bunches it all together, but oh well.
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Never was and never will be . . . You don't know how you betrayed me . . . And somehow you've got everybody fooled -Evanescence, Everybody's Fool
*
He sat quietly surveying the room around him. Cold and lifeless were the only words that came to mind. Everything in black and gray, no wood, only steel. It had been this way since she had died, Emily had been the only warmth in his life. And now that she was gone, everything was dark. It hurt at first, knowing that he had been the cause of her untimely death, but he knew now that it was necessary, that it was fate. And there was no denying fate.
He was so close to the end, so close to finally completing the quest he had begun 30 years ago. Everything was in place, the artifacts had been acquired, the machine had been assembled, the girl was in his custody; it was only a matter of time. It had been difficult at first, for he had at one time thought of her as his own, that was no lie. Watching her sleep for nearly two years knowing that to her it would seem as if he had ruined her life once she awoke, it had pained him at first. But she would have to accept her place in the prophecy eventually; she had no choice.
He is interrupted from his thoughts by a loud ringing and a confused look appears on his face as he checks the ID. There was no call scheduled for today, no update to be made. Things had been quite for the last year, and he had dreaded any change that may occur.
"Yes?"
"Something's happened."
"What do you *mean * something's happened?"
"He left today, quite abruptly. He claimed to have a conference in D.C. but I checked his flight status and he is on his way to Hong Kong."
"What makes you think this is significant?"
"Mr. Sloane, this man has never lied to me before, except when it concerns her."
"I see."
Just then, the door burst open revealing a somewhat disheveled Sark.
"Sloane . . ."
"Not now Sark, can't you see that I'm busy!"
"I am sure that what you are doing can wait. We have a problem."
"What *kind * of a problem?"
"It's Bristow."
Immediately a look of shock and terror ran across his face. This cannot be happening, not when we are so close.
"I am going to have to contact you later. Be waiting for my call."
And with that he hung up, proceeding to follow Sark out of the room.
After driving for some time they made it to the warehouse, and what he laid his eyes on sent him into panic. There were numerous guards lying on the sidewalk in front of them surrounded in a pool of blood. Without thinking twice he ran through the open doors, knowing that every piece of security he had installed would have been disarmed for this to have happened.
When he finally made it into the room he found it empty and a choked scream was released from this throat. He fell to his knees and let his head fall into his hands. They were so close, everything had been perfect. He thought he had become invincible.
He was wrong.
"Sloane?"
He did not move, he was not in the mood for conversation at the moment.
"Sir, I think you may want to take a look at this."
He opened his eyes to see an envelope addressed to him. Cautiously he stood, and began to tear at the seams.
-Did you honestly think that I would let you get away with this?
The handwriting was in precise cursive and sealed with a kiss. It could only be from one person, there was only one woman who could have had the power to betray him like this. There was only one other who knew all of his secrets.
Irina Derevko.
