Chapter. 8
Disclaimer in ch.1
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*Chapter.7;
Why didn't he get a confirmation that Khasinau was dead befor he fled?
Because he had formed a emotional attachment with this double agent, Sydney bristow.*
This is what Mr. Sark thought, as he sat on the floor, of his apartment, cuffed to a radiator.
This morning he woke up and reached for Syd but she wasn't there.
He should've thought more about it but he just went back to sleep.
When he got any sleep at all, he slept and nothing could wake him up.
Except, when he decides to wake up on his own.
So, when he wakes up around noon, he's cuffed to the radiator in their bedroom.
~*~//Somehow now you're everybody's fool //~*~
Just a few minutes after he wakes up, three persons walk in.
(Going under)
~*~//...Blurring and stirring The truth and the lies//~*~
Alexander khasinau, Irina Derevko and Sydney bristow.
"I thought you were killed? Guess, I was wrong. Just tell me why the fuck am I cuffed to a fucking radiator?" He almost yelled, the second part at syd, who just stood there and looked at him.
"Well, actually. As you see, I never killed or hurt my husband. He knew I was a spy, double, within the week of that snog in the office. He tried to recruited me. And I took it." Syd told a cuffed Sark.
~*~//So I don't know what's real and what's not//~*~
"This is going to sound stupid but why?" He asked her, as she sat down while her huband and Mom stood near the bedroom-door.
"Well, I was just tired of waiting for the damn CIA to get that son of a bitch, Sloane. So, I'm on his side but at least I can hurt him without all that paperwork-crap!!" Syd said, she seemed very upset.
Her mother came to her and whispered something in her ear. He didn't hear it though it didn't seems like she was whispering very low but there was matter of the radio in the room, that Syd had turned on when they had walked into the room.
"They wanted me to see if I could make you do something against them and you did, you helped me escape after I TOLD you that I had killed your boss, instead of killing me or turning me in, you helped me. It seemed that I only had to make you feel again and you'd do anything for me." She smiles at him, then shoots him in the thigh with a silenced gun.
Then, in the arm.
Shoulder.
Stomach.
~*~//Always confusing the thoughts in my head//~*~
Her mom and husband went outside the bedroom to talk over some things that were not meant for Syd or Sarks ears.
Syd gets down on her knees beside Sark and whispers in his ear,
"I cared about you but they have to trust me and you're the key to that trust. I'm so sorry." She tells him and then gives him a kiss on the lips.
Then she stands up and shoots him in the chest.
Then she leaves him to bleed out on his own bedroom floor, shot by the first woman he had ever truly loved.
~*~//So I can't trust myself anymore I'm dying again//~*~
From the radio, he hears, as he bleed out and blacks out, a familiar song from a time in Hungary.
//...When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all along//
THE END!!! ~ PLZ, R&R
by: Crimson Snow (Dru, kasha1), Iceland, 24.09.2003
Disclaimer in ch.1
~*~
*Chapter.7;
Why didn't he get a confirmation that Khasinau was dead befor he fled?
Because he had formed a emotional attachment with this double agent, Sydney bristow.*
This is what Mr. Sark thought, as he sat on the floor, of his apartment, cuffed to a radiator.
This morning he woke up and reached for Syd but she wasn't there.
He should've thought more about it but he just went back to sleep.
When he got any sleep at all, he slept and nothing could wake him up.
Except, when he decides to wake up on his own.
So, when he wakes up around noon, he's cuffed to the radiator in their bedroom.
~*~//Somehow now you're everybody's fool //~*~
Just a few minutes after he wakes up, three persons walk in.
(Going under)
~*~//...Blurring and stirring The truth and the lies//~*~
Alexander khasinau, Irina Derevko and Sydney bristow.
"I thought you were killed? Guess, I was wrong. Just tell me why the fuck am I cuffed to a fucking radiator?" He almost yelled, the second part at syd, who just stood there and looked at him.
"Well, actually. As you see, I never killed or hurt my husband. He knew I was a spy, double, within the week of that snog in the office. He tried to recruited me. And I took it." Syd told a cuffed Sark.
~*~//So I don't know what's real and what's not//~*~
"This is going to sound stupid but why?" He asked her, as she sat down while her huband and Mom stood near the bedroom-door.
"Well, I was just tired of waiting for the damn CIA to get that son of a bitch, Sloane. So, I'm on his side but at least I can hurt him without all that paperwork-crap!!" Syd said, she seemed very upset.
Her mother came to her and whispered something in her ear. He didn't hear it though it didn't seems like she was whispering very low but there was matter of the radio in the room, that Syd had turned on when they had walked into the room.
"They wanted me to see if I could make you do something against them and you did, you helped me escape after I TOLD you that I had killed your boss, instead of killing me or turning me in, you helped me. It seemed that I only had to make you feel again and you'd do anything for me." She smiles at him, then shoots him in the thigh with a silenced gun.
Then, in the arm.
Shoulder.
Stomach.
~*~//Always confusing the thoughts in my head//~*~
Her mom and husband went outside the bedroom to talk over some things that were not meant for Syd or Sarks ears.
Syd gets down on her knees beside Sark and whispers in his ear,
"I cared about you but they have to trust me and you're the key to that trust. I'm so sorry." She tells him and then gives him a kiss on the lips.
Then she stands up and shoots him in the chest.
Then she leaves him to bleed out on his own bedroom floor, shot by the first woman he had ever truly loved.
~*~//So I can't trust myself anymore I'm dying again//~*~
From the radio, he hears, as he bleed out and blacks out, a familiar song from a time in Hungary.
//...When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all along//
THE END!!! ~ PLZ, R&R
by: Crimson Snow (Dru, kasha1), Iceland, 24.09.2003