Title: CHAT
Chapter: 14 Part 1 (1/3)
title: Screaming in My Mind
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Screaming in My Mind

*Day 47*


They brought her out into the antechamber, her skin pale and drawn, her eyes listless and unseeing.

She blinked only out of habit. She breathed only out of necessity.

The room got darker as a face lowered itself into her eyeline. The eyes were as cold as steel, the gaze icy. When the face spoke, it was not to her, but addressed to someone behind her. "How long has she been like this?" The person's breath was rancid with a hint of peppermint.

As if they had stopped brushing their teeth a long time ago and now believed that mints would suffice.

"Only a few days."

"She stopped screaming them?"

"I suppose that if you don't have the will to live, then pain is just another component of life. It doesn't really bother you anymore."

"Then let's give her a will to live, shall we?"

The body straightened, the eyes finally ceasing their scrutiny of her face. Sydney's eyes followed him as he walked over to a table, picked up a remote control, pressed a button.

There was a slight whirring sound as two panels opened up and revealed a screen.

A screen showing Michael Vaughn at his table, staring at a file, eyes and nothing else moving. Forehead wrinkles apparent on his face.

That was all it took. A certain kind of liquid fire fueled by love and surprise, released by shock, felt by a heart that had just recently begun to beat again, surged through her veins with as much of a kick as an electric chock might have had. There was only one word that escaped her parched throat. "Vaughn."

"Yes." The word was accompanied by a laugh. "Yes. I see that you have been somewhat... rejuvenated."

Instinct kicked in, relief had let it again. "Don't be an idiot. Do you think that showing me a video recording of a man that could have been taken at any time is supposed to fill my with some sort of emotion strong enough to let me tell you what you want to know?" The words were spoken slowly, low, cracking every so often.

With an edge.

The eyebrows of the man lifted in slight surprise. "I'm not trying to manipulate you, Agent Bristow. All I'm doing is showing you someone, whom you thought dead or dying, whom you thought you were responsible for.... and who turns out... to be alive."

"Only to show that you have the power to kill him."

His lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Yes. I knew you were intelligent, Agent Bristow."

"Yes. You probably do. Which is why I don't believe for a moment that that is truly Michael Vaughn... not as he is right at this moment. I don't even recognize his surroundings."

"That's because you've never been in his home." He picked up an object and then walked back to her, offering it to her one free arms, the other tied up to a pole.

A white Nokia phone.

She looked up at him, surprised.

"Call him. But you should know that it's only for you to hear. You can't talk back."

She nodded sharply. "I figured."


She dialed the numbers, heard the familiar rings like an old friend. And her heart stilled for the millisecond where the rings stopped and the voice was about to speak... and then she heard Vaughn's voice simultaneously as she watched him speak on the screen.

"Hello?"

She answered, not expecting it to work. "Hello?" It didn't.

"Hello?"

The Vaughn on the screen hesitated, and then jumped up, attatching a wire plug into the phone, hooking it up to another machine and recording the one-sided conversation.

"Sydney, is that you? Syd... I know that you probably can't answer me... but I do know that you can see me." He looked directly up into the camera, his actions elliciting a slight exclamation of surprise from her captor. "Sydney, we haven't given up and I will never give up. Not on you. Okay? Now that we have your phone call, Marshall can- you know what? It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter... you're going to be fine. I think that you might be in SPain or in the European vicinity- but we'll find out soon.

I'm fine... okay? I'm fin-"

The phone was grabbed from her roughly as the screen flashed back once more.

"NO!" Sydney cried, reaching out and kicking at his legs and then aiming for his face as he leaned forward to dodge her assaults.

He wheeled back, clutching at a bleeding nose.

"You know, you shouldn't ever forget to tie a prisoner's legs down is you're already going to the trouble of tying her arms- well, one of her arms, to a pole."

He smiled sarcastically, sweetly, at her and pressed a small red button, allowing the entrance of her guard.

"I'm sure that now you will be fully receptive to the torture."

~:~

Michael Vaughn bit his lip in concentration and worry as he took out the disk from his recording system and sent the digital data to Marshall.

He picked up the phone.

"Marshall Flinkman."

"Marshall? It's Agent Vaughn... it happened exactly like you said it would. I'm sending the data over to you right now. You're sure that your program works?"

"They made contact?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm sure it works."



He hung up the phone, sitting back in his chair, wincing as the back of it made contact with a semi-recent bruise.

He hoped it did.

It had to.




















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