Missing
By Emily Carol
Summary: A teenager alone in the world searching for the mother she never met. She narrowly escaped a CIA raid on the Covenant where the people who brought her up were taken into custody. The last thing anyone told her was that her mother wasn't in the Covenant. So at age 15 Anya is out in the world trying to find the mother she never knew, not knowing she had only narrowly missed her.
Rating: PG-13, just for violence because, hey, it's Alias and there's violence
Disclaimer: I do not own Alias, I'd love too, but I don't because if I did Lauren would have died during one of the shootings, I mean, she's been in a lot of episodes and there's shootings in them, yet she goes unharmed, what kind of cruel, cruel, world is this?
Author's Note: Yeah, I'm on a kick of Syd and Vaughn's kids/one of their kids, if you want to know what I'm talking about check out my other story When I Met My Father.
Thanks to all of you who reviewed, it means a lot to me.
EVERYONE - Sorry again on my lack of updates.
Everyone who's silently reading this: Please review!!!!! I would love to know what you think, if you just don't like it, TELL ME PLEASE! NEGATIVE RESPONSES ARE AS GOOD AS POSITIVE! (They tell me what I'm doing wrong)
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Chapter 5: Rage
The tears burned her eyes as she continued to pull. The metal fastenings around her wrists and ankles refused to loosen.
She screamed in rage and tugged again.
Agents tried to run towards her and get her to calm down but she wouldn't.
Her mother was walking this building. Her mother had been in the room with her and these men wouldn't believe her.
These men wouldn't let her free.
They wouldn't let her go to her mother.
She was only fifteen years old.
She needed her mother.
She'd needed her for her entire life but she'd never been there.
And she never knew she existed. That thought hit Anya the hardest.
One of the agents tracked her down and had her in a safe place in case Anya did manage to escape.
Sydney Bristow.
That was her mother's name.
"Let me go," Anya's screams rang through the room. "She's my mother. Let me see her. I never knew her. She's my mother."
The screams reduced to sobs and her body shook with them.
She had never cried over her mother before.
When she found out that her mother wasn't anywhere near her she didn't cry. She held back the instict to cry.
At the age of six years old she learned not to cry over her mother.
And here she was, nine years later, sobbing her heart out over her mother.
All the tears that she had held back for the past nine years spilled out of her eyes.
The screams of loneliness she had held back for nine years came out of her mouth.
And the pain in her heart she'd learned to ignore burned on.
The room became a blur until it completely blacked out.
Her sobs started to reduce.
She felt a hand on her back. It was comforting.
She let out the last sobs and turned her head to look at the person who had stopped it.
The man who had stopped all the pain.
He smiled at her and she heard his voice order the agents to lift the restraints on her.
She felt her ankles become free. And then her wrists.
She stood up slowly, unsteadily.
"I want to see my mother," She said standing up at her full height, only to realize she still fell below the man's shoulders.
"Tell me your name," he said softly as Anya recognized him as the man whom her mother had been fighting with.
"Anya Bristow," She said softly.
He smiled again, but a little less slightly.
"How old are you Anya?" His soft voice made her feel like she could tell him anything.
"Fifteen."
He looked away from her and seemed to be calculating something before he lowered his eyes to hers again.
"Anya," the man said. "Your mother won't want to see you, at least not yet. But your father," he brought his hand down onto her shoulder again. "Your father would love to see you."
She felt his arms around her small frame as she realized. This was her father.
The man her mother seemed to hate. It was him. Her father.
She slowly lifted her arms and hugged him back.
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Authors Note: I hope you like and and even if you didn't REVIEW! But please, insult my writing, not me (e.g. You're gay, insult the writing).
And I know, it's kinda short and kinda angsty, but I hope you liked it.
~Emily Carol
By Emily Carol
Summary: A teenager alone in the world searching for the mother she never met. She narrowly escaped a CIA raid on the Covenant where the people who brought her up were taken into custody. The last thing anyone told her was that her mother wasn't in the Covenant. So at age 15 Anya is out in the world trying to find the mother she never knew, not knowing she had only narrowly missed her.
Rating: PG-13, just for violence because, hey, it's Alias and there's violence
Disclaimer: I do not own Alias, I'd love too, but I don't because if I did Lauren would have died during one of the shootings, I mean, she's been in a lot of episodes and there's shootings in them, yet she goes unharmed, what kind of cruel, cruel, world is this?
Author's Note: Yeah, I'm on a kick of Syd and Vaughn's kids/one of their kids, if you want to know what I'm talking about check out my other story When I Met My Father.
Thanks to all of you who reviewed, it means a lot to me.
EVERYONE - Sorry again on my lack of updates.
Everyone who's silently reading this: Please review!!!!! I would love to know what you think, if you just don't like it, TELL ME PLEASE! NEGATIVE RESPONSES ARE AS GOOD AS POSITIVE! (They tell me what I'm doing wrong)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 5: Rage
The tears burned her eyes as she continued to pull. The metal fastenings around her wrists and ankles refused to loosen.
She screamed in rage and tugged again.
Agents tried to run towards her and get her to calm down but she wouldn't.
Her mother was walking this building. Her mother had been in the room with her and these men wouldn't believe her.
These men wouldn't let her free.
They wouldn't let her go to her mother.
She was only fifteen years old.
She needed her mother.
She'd needed her for her entire life but she'd never been there.
And she never knew she existed. That thought hit Anya the hardest.
One of the agents tracked her down and had her in a safe place in case Anya did manage to escape.
Sydney Bristow.
That was her mother's name.
"Let me go," Anya's screams rang through the room. "She's my mother. Let me see her. I never knew her. She's my mother."
The screams reduced to sobs and her body shook with them.
She had never cried over her mother before.
When she found out that her mother wasn't anywhere near her she didn't cry. She held back the instict to cry.
At the age of six years old she learned not to cry over her mother.
And here she was, nine years later, sobbing her heart out over her mother.
All the tears that she had held back for the past nine years spilled out of her eyes.
The screams of loneliness she had held back for nine years came out of her mouth.
And the pain in her heart she'd learned to ignore burned on.
The room became a blur until it completely blacked out.
Her sobs started to reduce.
She felt a hand on her back. It was comforting.
She let out the last sobs and turned her head to look at the person who had stopped it.
The man who had stopped all the pain.
He smiled at her and she heard his voice order the agents to lift the restraints on her.
She felt her ankles become free. And then her wrists.
She stood up slowly, unsteadily.
"I want to see my mother," She said standing up at her full height, only to realize she still fell below the man's shoulders.
"Tell me your name," he said softly as Anya recognized him as the man whom her mother had been fighting with.
"Anya Bristow," She said softly.
He smiled again, but a little less slightly.
"How old are you Anya?" His soft voice made her feel like she could tell him anything.
"Fifteen."
He looked away from her and seemed to be calculating something before he lowered his eyes to hers again.
"Anya," the man said. "Your mother won't want to see you, at least not yet. But your father," he brought his hand down onto her shoulder again. "Your father would love to see you."
She felt his arms around her small frame as she realized. This was her father.
The man her mother seemed to hate. It was him. Her father.
She slowly lifted her arms and hugged him back.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Authors Note: I hope you like and and even if you didn't REVIEW! But please, insult my writing, not me (e.g. You're gay, insult the writing).
And I know, it's kinda short and kinda angsty, but I hope you liked it.
~Emily Carol