The entire world seemed to float in slow motion around Sydney. She could
still feel the anger burning inside of her, but suddenly it felt distant.
She watched as Sloane held the knife above his head. He didn't move.
Instead of bringing the knife down upon her child, as she feared he would;
he stood there frozen watching her. In her peripheral vision she could she
her parents, and her lover run into the room. They stopped several yards
away from her. She also vaguely became aware of others entering the room,
but all of this seemed to be in the back of her mind.
She was focused solely on Sloane, on the glimmer of light that seemed to emanate from his raised knife. For a long moment she just stared at him, aware of the fact that everyone was staring at her.
Effortlessly she lifted herself from the ground. She stood in silence, never letting her eyes stray from the glint of light. Her body seemed light. She was energized, her wounds healed. She suddenly felt more healthy than she could ever remember feeling, more alive.
It took only an instant for all of this to be jolted. Sloane dropped the knife from his hand, causing the light Sydney was so mesmerized by, to be stolen away. Sydney was brought back into reality, the sights and sounds now happening at full speed, instead of their previous slowness. She watched as Sloane fell to his knees, his eyes glued to her. She glanced at Emma, who had stopped crying but lay still upon her alter. She looked to her parents, and then to Vaughn. They looked worried, but she had no time for their thoughts at the moment.
She slowly brought her hands up from her sides, and looked at them carefully. The spot where she'd been bleeding was indeed healed. She placed her hands on her lower stomach. It felt completely normal, as if she'd never given birth to two children.
Without knowing what was happening a thought surfaced in Sydney's mind. All other things seemed to be pushed away. It was a realization, or more of a revelation. A picture within her mind, but also a feeling in her soul. She looked again upon her hands, not seeing anything different, but seeing so much change. There was nothing new in her fingertips, they still looked and felt the same. But there was still something different, something great. It was power. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
They looked on as she stood. She seemed to glow in the spilled day light. She was dressed all in green, pants, tank top, shoes. Her hair braided behind her head. She stood confidently, the way Sydney always stood. She looked no more beautiful than always, giving off an aura of goodness.
But at this moment her aura was much different. It wasn't something anyone could grasp in their hand. It was a feeling, a nagging in the back of their minds. It was about simply knowing that something had changed. It was all very different.
It seemed to simple, so child like, as she gazed upon her own hands. She looked around, either not caring or not knowing what was happening. Everyone was paralyzed by this change. No one knew it's meaning, or could grasp it's meaning in full. But just as Sydney had stood mesmerized by the glint of light, everyone in the room stood mesmerized by Sydney. Mesmerized by her light. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Dixon wiped the sweat from his brow as he grabbed hold of the door handle. He was on the second floor of the building. Will stood, gun ready, Marshall took their backs. Dixon counted to three before pulling the door wide. The three rushed in, standing on the landing above the rooms, on the far end of the warehouse. The couldn't see just what was happening, their views blocked by the ball of the circumference. Dixon high tailed it down the stairs, Marshall and Will close on his six. He approached the guard at the bottom, and without struggle shot him in the chest.
The three ran around the large device, their footsteps echoing in the near silence. They approached more guards, and prepared to fight. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
She was focused solely on Sloane, on the glimmer of light that seemed to emanate from his raised knife. For a long moment she just stared at him, aware of the fact that everyone was staring at her.
Effortlessly she lifted herself from the ground. She stood in silence, never letting her eyes stray from the glint of light. Her body seemed light. She was energized, her wounds healed. She suddenly felt more healthy than she could ever remember feeling, more alive.
It took only an instant for all of this to be jolted. Sloane dropped the knife from his hand, causing the light Sydney was so mesmerized by, to be stolen away. Sydney was brought back into reality, the sights and sounds now happening at full speed, instead of their previous slowness. She watched as Sloane fell to his knees, his eyes glued to her. She glanced at Emma, who had stopped crying but lay still upon her alter. She looked to her parents, and then to Vaughn. They looked worried, but she had no time for their thoughts at the moment.
She slowly brought her hands up from her sides, and looked at them carefully. The spot where she'd been bleeding was indeed healed. She placed her hands on her lower stomach. It felt completely normal, as if she'd never given birth to two children.
Without knowing what was happening a thought surfaced in Sydney's mind. All other things seemed to be pushed away. It was a realization, or more of a revelation. A picture within her mind, but also a feeling in her soul. She looked again upon her hands, not seeing anything different, but seeing so much change. There was nothing new in her fingertips, they still looked and felt the same. But there was still something different, something great. It was power. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
They looked on as she stood. She seemed to glow in the spilled day light. She was dressed all in green, pants, tank top, shoes. Her hair braided behind her head. She stood confidently, the way Sydney always stood. She looked no more beautiful than always, giving off an aura of goodness.
But at this moment her aura was much different. It wasn't something anyone could grasp in their hand. It was a feeling, a nagging in the back of their minds. It was about simply knowing that something had changed. It was all very different.
It seemed to simple, so child like, as she gazed upon her own hands. She looked around, either not caring or not knowing what was happening. Everyone was paralyzed by this change. No one knew it's meaning, or could grasp it's meaning in full. But just as Sydney had stood mesmerized by the glint of light, everyone in the room stood mesmerized by Sydney. Mesmerized by her light. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Dixon wiped the sweat from his brow as he grabbed hold of the door handle. He was on the second floor of the building. Will stood, gun ready, Marshall took their backs. Dixon counted to three before pulling the door wide. The three rushed in, standing on the landing above the rooms, on the far end of the warehouse. The couldn't see just what was happening, their views blocked by the ball of the circumference. Dixon high tailed it down the stairs, Marshall and Will close on his six. He approached the guard at the bottom, and without struggle shot him in the chest.
The three ran around the large device, their footsteps echoing in the near silence. They approached more guards, and prepared to fight. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++