A/N: I've finally decided to post a new chapter over here because I have
nothing to do at the moment. I thank the one or two persons that I do not
know for reviewing. And as for Sarah.I have no clue why she posted 3
times. Maybe she just loves me bunches.
Anyhoo.here's the next chapter. Hope ya like it.
Chapter 2
Black.
Sydney awoke to a world of darkness, shrieking as the fiery tingle of pain shot through her right leg. But she was used to it by now. Her woeful wailing was not because of the physical beatings her body suffered through. No, she was mourning for the loss of her dream, that perfect illusion of happiness with the love of her life.
But it was just an illusion.
Reality retaliated with a vicious brutality. Her breathing was labored, coming in short, ragged spasms. Fate was running out of cloth to weave the fabric of Syd's life; she was already hanging on by the threads. Periodic seizures shook her body as she struggled futilely against her bonds, searching the room frantically once more for any means of escape. Yet, she knew it would to be no avail. Hope had long faded from her eyes.
Her face was a mask. A mask to hid the pain. A pain that preyed on her heart. A heart devoid of emotions.
Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. A steady mechanical pace of time.
Time. What did it matter now? Seconds bled into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days. Night and day, day and night. It made no difference. Life had always been black. We are born from darkness, and as we die, we fade into darkness.
Memories. Flashbacks. These were all she had left of her life, a tape that played over and over again.
Green eyes. A Slusho. Zillions of peanut packets from plane trips. Jogging through the park. Laughter. Kings. Blue boxers. A middle drawer.
Now it was all black. Darkness.
Sydney didn't have any tears either. Tears for when she still had life in her. Had hope. All she felt now was pain and numbness. No sorrow or grief. Her warm brown eyes had taken on a glazed look long along.
Her captors knew how to get to her, preying on her weaknesses. Beating her to death and then leaving her in the silence. Letting her wounds fester and grow. They knew that the more they struck and hit her, the more she would fight back, growing more stubborn all the while. But if they left her along to her thoughts, she would grow despondent and eat herself up with her misery.
Self-destruction.
As the pain in her right leg flared up again, Sydney laughed to herself bitterly. Just as things were looking up for her, this had to happen. Whatever a cruel joke. But then again, who was she kidding?
Guess she forgot to take life with a grain of salt.
Well, at least she was alive. After all this time, Syd considered the pain a welcoming sign; it meant that she at least had some feeling in her. She spent half of her conscious time concentrating on steadying her breathing.
Alive. But for how long?
She had dogged bullets, escaped exploding buildings, and taken down SD-6. She had faced a murderous mother, a cold father, and an ass of a director.
Yet, this was her largest obstacle yet, her biggest challenge, her greatest adversary.
Herself.
The battle of mind, body, and soul had begun long ago. The outcome looming closer and closer.
The question was.would she be able to hold out?
Survive.
As she struggled to keep a level head, playing back her memories over and over again, another shockwave of pain racked her body. Her blood felt like liquid fire in her veins.
And the screaming began again.
And she once again faded into unconsciousness. Returning to her illusions.
Her world faded into darkness.
************************************************** three thousand miles away
Vaughn picked up a silver frame from his dresser. It was a picture of Sydney lying on a green, grassy hill under a cloudless cerulean sky.
A solitary tear slipped down his cheek as he collapsed onto his bed.
His world faded into darkness.
Anyhoo.here's the next chapter. Hope ya like it.
Chapter 2
Black.
Sydney awoke to a world of darkness, shrieking as the fiery tingle of pain shot through her right leg. But she was used to it by now. Her woeful wailing was not because of the physical beatings her body suffered through. No, she was mourning for the loss of her dream, that perfect illusion of happiness with the love of her life.
But it was just an illusion.
Reality retaliated with a vicious brutality. Her breathing was labored, coming in short, ragged spasms. Fate was running out of cloth to weave the fabric of Syd's life; she was already hanging on by the threads. Periodic seizures shook her body as she struggled futilely against her bonds, searching the room frantically once more for any means of escape. Yet, she knew it would to be no avail. Hope had long faded from her eyes.
Her face was a mask. A mask to hid the pain. A pain that preyed on her heart. A heart devoid of emotions.
Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. A steady mechanical pace of time.
Time. What did it matter now? Seconds bled into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days. Night and day, day and night. It made no difference. Life had always been black. We are born from darkness, and as we die, we fade into darkness.
Memories. Flashbacks. These were all she had left of her life, a tape that played over and over again.
Green eyes. A Slusho. Zillions of peanut packets from plane trips. Jogging through the park. Laughter. Kings. Blue boxers. A middle drawer.
Now it was all black. Darkness.
Sydney didn't have any tears either. Tears for when she still had life in her. Had hope. All she felt now was pain and numbness. No sorrow or grief. Her warm brown eyes had taken on a glazed look long along.
Her captors knew how to get to her, preying on her weaknesses. Beating her to death and then leaving her in the silence. Letting her wounds fester and grow. They knew that the more they struck and hit her, the more she would fight back, growing more stubborn all the while. But if they left her along to her thoughts, she would grow despondent and eat herself up with her misery.
Self-destruction.
As the pain in her right leg flared up again, Sydney laughed to herself bitterly. Just as things were looking up for her, this had to happen. Whatever a cruel joke. But then again, who was she kidding?
Guess she forgot to take life with a grain of salt.
Well, at least she was alive. After all this time, Syd considered the pain a welcoming sign; it meant that she at least had some feeling in her. She spent half of her conscious time concentrating on steadying her breathing.
Alive. But for how long?
She had dogged bullets, escaped exploding buildings, and taken down SD-6. She had faced a murderous mother, a cold father, and an ass of a director.
Yet, this was her largest obstacle yet, her biggest challenge, her greatest adversary.
Herself.
The battle of mind, body, and soul had begun long ago. The outcome looming closer and closer.
The question was.would she be able to hold out?
Survive.
As she struggled to keep a level head, playing back her memories over and over again, another shockwave of pain racked her body. Her blood felt like liquid fire in her veins.
And the screaming began again.
And she once again faded into unconsciousness. Returning to her illusions.
Her world faded into darkness.
************************************************** three thousand miles away
Vaughn picked up a silver frame from his dresser. It was a picture of Sydney lying on a green, grassy hill under a cloudless cerulean sky.
A solitary tear slipped down his cheek as he collapsed onto his bed.
His world faded into darkness.