For a split second when she awoke, Sydney could have sworn that it had all
been a dream. A ridiculously elaborate dream, but a dream all the same. She
snapped back to her senses when she felt flames licking at her feet.
Sydney opened her eyes and instinctively drew her feet up to her chest. The flames danced around her, reaching high above her head. Variations of oranges, yellows, and blues would have made for a spectacular show had she not been in the midst of it all.
The only thought that ran through her mind was where the door was. Her eyes darted around, searching for an exit, and they landed on a body. Vaughn's body, still laying strapped to the chair. Her heart began to pound faster than it already was (she hadn't thought it possible) as she feared for his safety.
She began to crawl towards him, but stopped after just a moment when the memory of what had taken place in this room came rushing back to her.
He reached into his jacket pocket and revealed a small pistol. She jumped, still unnerved by his presence, as he pulled the trigger. A bullet sailed past her and she immediately turned her attention to her Vaughn.
"Oh God, Vaughn," she said, her stomach turning. Blood was pouring from the wound, leaving crimson stains on his chest. Sydney's hand shook as she placed it on his neck, feeling for a pulse. She breathed a small sigh of relief. It was faint, but it was there. She kept her hand there for fear that the worst would happen, blinking back tears as she worked to keep Vaughn alive.
Then her worst fears were confirmed. "Vaughn!" she cried out, feeling around frantically for a pulse. She felt nothing at his neck, and her hands flew down to his wrist. It was still.
She wanted to pray for his safety. She wanted to wish for it. She wanted hope for it, but her heart was empty. No matter how badly she wanted to, she couldn't deny it to herself that he was gone. She had nothing left to hope for.
The flames had now risen and Sydney practically choking on the smoke-filled air. With a long last glance at the man she loved, she crawled to the door and out of the room.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Sydney had stumbled out of the building, gasping for breath, but now she had broken into a full-fledged run. She didn't know where she was running to, but she refused to let herself stop. She wasn't sure how long she had been running for, but her legs were aching by now. She couldn't remember seeing anything as she sprinted in the night - she felt like she was deaf and blind, trapped in herself and her twisted life.
She didn't know what she tripped over, but all of a sudden she felt herself falling forwards. Sydney landed with an "Oomph" on the soft brown earth, a sharp pain in her chest.
She lay there for God knows how long, unable to motivate herself to sit up, despite not being able to have stopped moving just moments earlier. Finally, she pushed herself up using her forearms, groaning in pain as she did so. She realized now that not only did her chest ache, but her entire body was sore.
Looking at her surroundings for the first time since she had escaped the burning building, Sydney realized she was in a forest. She had to squint due to the darkness (the moon was her only source of light), but there wasn't much to see. Tall, ancient trees surrounded the small patch of earth she sat on, the moonlight highlighting them eerily. There wasn't a sound in the forest.
Sydney silently scolded herself for caring more about the trees than for Vaughn. She hadn't even mourned his death yet - hadn't let herself, more like.
It's all my fault, she thought. I'm the one that dragged him into this.
She recalled his words from the limousine.
"There was another part to the prophecy. About the man the woman loved."
Sydney was disgusted with herself. All she had to do was shield herself, hold back her emotions - she was always good at that, she had to, to be a spy - and this entire mess could have been avoided. Now Vaughn was dead because of her. She had let her emotions get in the way, and now Vaughn had been the one to pay for it.
I killed him, Sydney thought to herself. I got him involved, I got him killed.
There had been points in her life where Sydney had hated herself, but never had she loathed herself to this extent. But now, the very thought of her own existence made her sick to her stomach. She felt like flopping back down on the ground and just staying like that, but instead leaned forward as her stomach began to heave.
She was shaking now, and she lay down on her back, staring into the midst of branches and leaves. Breathing was a continuous struggle, each breath a triumph. Sydney could feel herself burning up, and the pain in her chest worsened.
Four of the people she had loved most in the world were dead because of her - Danny, Francie, and now Vaughn and her father. Her mother had abandoned her three times, despite claiming to love Sydney. She came to a realization that there was only one way to stop the people she loved from dying.
Her eyes scanned the ground for anything sharp that could help her achieve it. Broken glass, a piece of metal, anything. She was surprised when she saw something glittering in the darkness.
A small razorblade lay just feet from Sydney. With her hand shaking, she reached out and picked it up, feeling the sharp edge. In a way she couldn't explain, the blade comforted her. Her fingers ran over the cool metal as she thought over what she was doing. It was the only way, she decided.
She lay her left arm down on the ground, and with the blade in her right, she slowly made a cut across it. It was short and shallow, but dark red blood immediately poured out of it, leaving a stain on the ground. The pain in her chest stopped and her hand was still as she focused on the cut. Her breathing returned to normal as she stared at it, the only thing she was aware of. With a steady hand she made another cut just above it with the blade, deeper this time. Blood seeped out, spreading quickly.
Sydney knew that she wanted to end her life as quickly as she could, and she knew how to commit suicide. Soon, the cuts became much deeper and more vicious and her arm became soaked in her own blood. With every cut she made, her heart starting pounding harder and she began to breathe rapidly, caught up in the adrenaline.
Finally, she collapsed.
Okay guys, I know that this chapter was ridiculously depressing and it took a stupid amount of time to get up, but the truth is, I'm lacking inspiration on this story. The next chapter is written, but I'm not sure if it'll be put up. It's mostly filler, and I don't know where to go from there. I have a new Alias fan fic site, which is almost done (the URL is ), so check it out (I promise, all the fics will be up soon) and feel free to submit and fics you would like published on it. So, without further ado, my review responses:
WannabeSyd47: One of my most faithful reviewers - love ya Katie! Yeah, Kendall did kill Syd, which is half the reason I'm so stuck now, LoL. Good luck w/ the bible!
AnnaSun: You're so sweet! Glad it was worth the wait.
Syd: LoL, yes I killed them both! I like the idea of Syd kicking Kendall's ass, hehehe. Oh, and thanks for explaining that line, I was SO lost. You're awesome, I actually look forward to your reviews!!
Megan: Haha, the Vaughnster! Don't worry, I yell at my TV every single day, especially on Sunday nights (wonder why that is?)
Sydney: I rock? Woo-hoo! Thanks, you're awesome!
So maybe I'll continue this, all of your guys' reviews really make me want to continue, but it's a lack of inspiration. I really hope I can continue, for your sake and mine! (PS - WannabeSyd47, Syd, and Sydney - this is so confusing!! LoL!!)
Sydney opened her eyes and instinctively drew her feet up to her chest. The flames danced around her, reaching high above her head. Variations of oranges, yellows, and blues would have made for a spectacular show had she not been in the midst of it all.
The only thought that ran through her mind was where the door was. Her eyes darted around, searching for an exit, and they landed on a body. Vaughn's body, still laying strapped to the chair. Her heart began to pound faster than it already was (she hadn't thought it possible) as she feared for his safety.
She began to crawl towards him, but stopped after just a moment when the memory of what had taken place in this room came rushing back to her.
He reached into his jacket pocket and revealed a small pistol. She jumped, still unnerved by his presence, as he pulled the trigger. A bullet sailed past her and she immediately turned her attention to her Vaughn.
"Oh God, Vaughn," she said, her stomach turning. Blood was pouring from the wound, leaving crimson stains on his chest. Sydney's hand shook as she placed it on his neck, feeling for a pulse. She breathed a small sigh of relief. It was faint, but it was there. She kept her hand there for fear that the worst would happen, blinking back tears as she worked to keep Vaughn alive.
Then her worst fears were confirmed. "Vaughn!" she cried out, feeling around frantically for a pulse. She felt nothing at his neck, and her hands flew down to his wrist. It was still.
She wanted to pray for his safety. She wanted to wish for it. She wanted hope for it, but her heart was empty. No matter how badly she wanted to, she couldn't deny it to herself that he was gone. She had nothing left to hope for.
The flames had now risen and Sydney practically choking on the smoke-filled air. With a long last glance at the man she loved, she crawled to the door and out of the room.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Sydney had stumbled out of the building, gasping for breath, but now she had broken into a full-fledged run. She didn't know where she was running to, but she refused to let herself stop. She wasn't sure how long she had been running for, but her legs were aching by now. She couldn't remember seeing anything as she sprinted in the night - she felt like she was deaf and blind, trapped in herself and her twisted life.
She didn't know what she tripped over, but all of a sudden she felt herself falling forwards. Sydney landed with an "Oomph" on the soft brown earth, a sharp pain in her chest.
She lay there for God knows how long, unable to motivate herself to sit up, despite not being able to have stopped moving just moments earlier. Finally, she pushed herself up using her forearms, groaning in pain as she did so. She realized now that not only did her chest ache, but her entire body was sore.
Looking at her surroundings for the first time since she had escaped the burning building, Sydney realized she was in a forest. She had to squint due to the darkness (the moon was her only source of light), but there wasn't much to see. Tall, ancient trees surrounded the small patch of earth she sat on, the moonlight highlighting them eerily. There wasn't a sound in the forest.
Sydney silently scolded herself for caring more about the trees than for Vaughn. She hadn't even mourned his death yet - hadn't let herself, more like.
It's all my fault, she thought. I'm the one that dragged him into this.
She recalled his words from the limousine.
"There was another part to the prophecy. About the man the woman loved."
Sydney was disgusted with herself. All she had to do was shield herself, hold back her emotions - she was always good at that, she had to, to be a spy - and this entire mess could have been avoided. Now Vaughn was dead because of her. She had let her emotions get in the way, and now Vaughn had been the one to pay for it.
I killed him, Sydney thought to herself. I got him involved, I got him killed.
There had been points in her life where Sydney had hated herself, but never had she loathed herself to this extent. But now, the very thought of her own existence made her sick to her stomach. She felt like flopping back down on the ground and just staying like that, but instead leaned forward as her stomach began to heave.
She was shaking now, and she lay down on her back, staring into the midst of branches and leaves. Breathing was a continuous struggle, each breath a triumph. Sydney could feel herself burning up, and the pain in her chest worsened.
Four of the people she had loved most in the world were dead because of her - Danny, Francie, and now Vaughn and her father. Her mother had abandoned her three times, despite claiming to love Sydney. She came to a realization that there was only one way to stop the people she loved from dying.
Her eyes scanned the ground for anything sharp that could help her achieve it. Broken glass, a piece of metal, anything. She was surprised when she saw something glittering in the darkness.
A small razorblade lay just feet from Sydney. With her hand shaking, she reached out and picked it up, feeling the sharp edge. In a way she couldn't explain, the blade comforted her. Her fingers ran over the cool metal as she thought over what she was doing. It was the only way, she decided.
She lay her left arm down on the ground, and with the blade in her right, she slowly made a cut across it. It was short and shallow, but dark red blood immediately poured out of it, leaving a stain on the ground. The pain in her chest stopped and her hand was still as she focused on the cut. Her breathing returned to normal as she stared at it, the only thing she was aware of. With a steady hand she made another cut just above it with the blade, deeper this time. Blood seeped out, spreading quickly.
Sydney knew that she wanted to end her life as quickly as she could, and she knew how to commit suicide. Soon, the cuts became much deeper and more vicious and her arm became soaked in her own blood. With every cut she made, her heart starting pounding harder and she began to breathe rapidly, caught up in the adrenaline.
Finally, she collapsed.
Okay guys, I know that this chapter was ridiculously depressing and it took a stupid amount of time to get up, but the truth is, I'm lacking inspiration on this story. The next chapter is written, but I'm not sure if it'll be put up. It's mostly filler, and I don't know where to go from there. I have a new Alias fan fic site, which is almost done (the URL is ), so check it out (I promise, all the fics will be up soon) and feel free to submit and fics you would like published on it. So, without further ado, my review responses:
WannabeSyd47: One of my most faithful reviewers - love ya Katie! Yeah, Kendall did kill Syd, which is half the reason I'm so stuck now, LoL. Good luck w/ the bible!
AnnaSun: You're so sweet! Glad it was worth the wait.
Syd: LoL, yes I killed them both! I like the idea of Syd kicking Kendall's ass, hehehe. Oh, and thanks for explaining that line, I was SO lost. You're awesome, I actually look forward to your reviews!!
Megan: Haha, the Vaughnster! Don't worry, I yell at my TV every single day, especially on Sunday nights (wonder why that is?)
Sydney: I rock? Woo-hoo! Thanks, you're awesome!
So maybe I'll continue this, all of your guys' reviews really make me want to continue, but it's a lack of inspiration. I really hope I can continue, for your sake and mine! (PS - WannabeSyd47, Syd, and Sydney - this is so confusing!! LoL!!)