chapter 4
Irena Derevcho sat in the CIA cell, thinking, planning, and expecting. She had done her part. She had played a part for Rambaldi that no one else knew of. Yes, she smiled, and she had done it well. It was all up to Sark now, and fate. She never used to believe in fate, that a person served a purpose in a bigger scheme, that everything they did was left to chance and fate in the end. But she had learned about fate fast. Sometimes, it was all a person had.
While Irena stared at the wall, she remembered. She remembered the Sark she first had met. He was young, just a teenager, full of passion and the love of the hunt and victory. He wanted to save the world. Sark was also the most brilliant person she had met. She thought him everything she knew and he soaked it up like a sponge.
As it always happens, he fell into the wrong hands. He made new friends and got new teachers, forgetting the old. He learned truly how evil the world was, and full of greed. She watched helplessly as he became it all. He was rich, powerful, classy, and evil. Just as Sydney had found her niche in the CIA, Sark had found his. It was one thing to be against the good guys, it didn't make you bad, but Sark had become the bad guy the good guys were against.
Then it all changed, she found the Rambaldi prophesy, page 47. Telling no one, she made a fake, adding or deleting phrases so that it was about her, and returned it to the cave. Some people would say that she did it for herself, but she didn't. She knew Sydney would figure out she was still alive from teh fake prophesy, and that was all she wanted. It was what she fell asleep dreaming about every night. The real page bore a picture of Sark, and read, "The man depicted will bring forth my greatest works, gaining the power to render the greatest power of either good or evil to utter desolation The choice is his, but not his alone. A woman possessing unseen marks, can quell his fire through love. Together, they shall bring down the greatest evil. If, by his 30th birthday, this man cannot learn to love, then the greatest power of good and all it stands for is doomed."
The more artifacts she found gave her small clues. She realized what she had to do. She came up with the plan to force him into hiding on his 29th birthday. Tomorrow would be the beginning of the end. She frowned, realizing she had no more control over what would happen now. She could force Sark into hiding, but that was all. She couldn't protect the world from him, and what he would bring.
No more than rambaldi could do anything about what he knew but to hide it. Waiting, always waiting, she went to sleep.
well what do you think, you read now please review!!
Irena Derevcho sat in the CIA cell, thinking, planning, and expecting. She had done her part. She had played a part for Rambaldi that no one else knew of. Yes, she smiled, and she had done it well. It was all up to Sark now, and fate. She never used to believe in fate, that a person served a purpose in a bigger scheme, that everything they did was left to chance and fate in the end. But she had learned about fate fast. Sometimes, it was all a person had.
While Irena stared at the wall, she remembered. She remembered the Sark she first had met. He was young, just a teenager, full of passion and the love of the hunt and victory. He wanted to save the world. Sark was also the most brilliant person she had met. She thought him everything she knew and he soaked it up like a sponge.
As it always happens, he fell into the wrong hands. He made new friends and got new teachers, forgetting the old. He learned truly how evil the world was, and full of greed. She watched helplessly as he became it all. He was rich, powerful, classy, and evil. Just as Sydney had found her niche in the CIA, Sark had found his. It was one thing to be against the good guys, it didn't make you bad, but Sark had become the bad guy the good guys were against.
Then it all changed, she found the Rambaldi prophesy, page 47. Telling no one, she made a fake, adding or deleting phrases so that it was about her, and returned it to the cave. Some people would say that she did it for herself, but she didn't. She knew Sydney would figure out she was still alive from teh fake prophesy, and that was all she wanted. It was what she fell asleep dreaming about every night. The real page bore a picture of Sark, and read, "The man depicted will bring forth my greatest works, gaining the power to render the greatest power of either good or evil to utter desolation The choice is his, but not his alone. A woman possessing unseen marks, can quell his fire through love. Together, they shall bring down the greatest evil. If, by his 30th birthday, this man cannot learn to love, then the greatest power of good and all it stands for is doomed."
The more artifacts she found gave her small clues. She realized what she had to do. She came up with the plan to force him into hiding on his 29th birthday. Tomorrow would be the beginning of the end. She frowned, realizing she had no more control over what would happen now. She could force Sark into hiding, but that was all. She couldn't protect the world from him, and what he would bring.
No more than rambaldi could do anything about what he knew but to hide it. Waiting, always waiting, she went to sleep.
well what do you think, you read now please review!!