Chapter 17 (Realization)
He could have sworn something was wrong the moment he pulled into the driveway. Everything looked normal. The mail box was where it had always been, the door was shut, the lawn still neat and prim. But something was just off. Quickly Vaughn got out of his car and raced into the house.
"Sydney?!" he yelled. But his answer was only silence. "Sydney!" he yelled again, but once again, there was nothing.
Nothing seemed off or misplaced in the foyer so he quickly made his way into the house, all the while calling Sydney's name. He stopped when he reached the kitchen.
A melting ice cream carton and spoon still sat on the counter but the knife was what got Vaughn's attention first. It lay as if it had been thrown to the ground in anger, a small pool of blood, already quaggulating underneath its sodden blade. He couldn't help but think it was Sydney's blood.
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"How long where you at the meeting?" Jack asked.
"About a half hour...... twenty minutes round trip... so about an hour." Vaughn said with an anxiety ridden voice.
"Can you tell me anything about the knife?" An investigator asked.
"No... I can't.... only that it belongs to the knife block on the counter. I think Sydney may have thrown it at her assailant."
"You're right there Mr. Vaughn. We took a blood sample and traced it to this man here." The investigator said, handing Vaughn and print out. "His name is Patrick Christy. Irish mob. We ran him through our data base and traced him to some video footage from Sloane's office." Jack told him.
"Are you saying that Sloane has Sydney?" Vaughn asked.
"Yes. Sloane isn't in Zurich so we figure he's taken Sydney to another location." Jack said.
"He has a private plane right? Why don't we just trace his flight schedule?"
Jack looked a little embarrassed. "We did. It shows him landing at LAX an hour and a half ago. But it doesn't show him taking off. I think he's still in L.A."
"You're telling me that Sloane showed up here in LA before Sydney was taken and no one was watching him?!" Vaughn exclaimed angrily.
"It appears that way."
Vaughn shook his head in frustration. "Are they're any buildings or warehouses that Sloane still owns in L.A.?" he asked.
"Yes, he still owns the house he lived in with Emily and a few warehouses. Best chances are that he took her to the house."
"Well then what are we still doing here!? He could be killing Sydney and my daughter!"
Jack quickly handed Vaughn a loaded handgun. "Right now Michael, we're going to rescue her and my granddaughter right now."
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It was cold.
It was cold, uncomfortable and dark.
The last thing she could remember suddenly flooded into her memory; a memory of a man coming to take her away. She almost escaped too.
But she felt almost normal... normal and alive. But what she couldn't tell was if it mattered much being where she was, which, at the moment in time, she couldn't determine.
Suddenly all of Sydney's attempts of discovering why she was alive and where she was alive were shattered with a spasm. The spasm ran a painful course down her spine and ended in her hips. She couldn't help but scream in pain.
"Oh Sydney, you're awake." Sloane said, walking to the cell and flipping on the lights.
Sydney couldn't help but feel; and ultimately look; terrified. "You son of a bitch, what are you doing to me?" Sydney asked through clenched teeth.
"Doing to you? Sydney, I'm doing absolutely nothing to you." He said watching Sydney as she experienced a second spasm. Gently he laid his hand on the bulge of her stomach. "What you're feeling right no if of your own doing." He smiled.
"What are you talking about?!" Sydney almost screamed.
"Don't you understand what these are? Sydney my dear, you're in labor."
A/N: Once again short, I know, and I'm sorry for it. But hey, at least it didn't take me another month to turn out another chapter. I'm sick right now, so I'll I can do is type to pass away the time. Hopefully this story isn't disappointing you like its disappointing me. But I made a promise to myself that I'll finish this one. I love the first chapter. I think it was the best one I think I've ever written.... But as the story progresses I think the last chapter will be the total opposite of its first. So I apologize.
-Kat-
P.s. I'm just glad that it isn't 34 chapters long and going nowhere.
He could have sworn something was wrong the moment he pulled into the driveway. Everything looked normal. The mail box was where it had always been, the door was shut, the lawn still neat and prim. But something was just off. Quickly Vaughn got out of his car and raced into the house.
"Sydney?!" he yelled. But his answer was only silence. "Sydney!" he yelled again, but once again, there was nothing.
Nothing seemed off or misplaced in the foyer so he quickly made his way into the house, all the while calling Sydney's name. He stopped when he reached the kitchen.
A melting ice cream carton and spoon still sat on the counter but the knife was what got Vaughn's attention first. It lay as if it had been thrown to the ground in anger, a small pool of blood, already quaggulating underneath its sodden blade. He couldn't help but think it was Sydney's blood.
OOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOO
"How long where you at the meeting?" Jack asked.
"About a half hour...... twenty minutes round trip... so about an hour." Vaughn said with an anxiety ridden voice.
"Can you tell me anything about the knife?" An investigator asked.
"No... I can't.... only that it belongs to the knife block on the counter. I think Sydney may have thrown it at her assailant."
"You're right there Mr. Vaughn. We took a blood sample and traced it to this man here." The investigator said, handing Vaughn and print out. "His name is Patrick Christy. Irish mob. We ran him through our data base and traced him to some video footage from Sloane's office." Jack told him.
"Are you saying that Sloane has Sydney?" Vaughn asked.
"Yes. Sloane isn't in Zurich so we figure he's taken Sydney to another location." Jack said.
"He has a private plane right? Why don't we just trace his flight schedule?"
Jack looked a little embarrassed. "We did. It shows him landing at LAX an hour and a half ago. But it doesn't show him taking off. I think he's still in L.A."
"You're telling me that Sloane showed up here in LA before Sydney was taken and no one was watching him?!" Vaughn exclaimed angrily.
"It appears that way."
Vaughn shook his head in frustration. "Are they're any buildings or warehouses that Sloane still owns in L.A.?" he asked.
"Yes, he still owns the house he lived in with Emily and a few warehouses. Best chances are that he took her to the house."
"Well then what are we still doing here!? He could be killing Sydney and my daughter!"
Jack quickly handed Vaughn a loaded handgun. "Right now Michael, we're going to rescue her and my granddaughter right now."
OOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOO
It was cold.
It was cold, uncomfortable and dark.
The last thing she could remember suddenly flooded into her memory; a memory of a man coming to take her away. She almost escaped too.
But she felt almost normal... normal and alive. But what she couldn't tell was if it mattered much being where she was, which, at the moment in time, she couldn't determine.
Suddenly all of Sydney's attempts of discovering why she was alive and where she was alive were shattered with a spasm. The spasm ran a painful course down her spine and ended in her hips. She couldn't help but scream in pain.
"Oh Sydney, you're awake." Sloane said, walking to the cell and flipping on the lights.
Sydney couldn't help but feel; and ultimately look; terrified. "You son of a bitch, what are you doing to me?" Sydney asked through clenched teeth.
"Doing to you? Sydney, I'm doing absolutely nothing to you." He said watching Sydney as she experienced a second spasm. Gently he laid his hand on the bulge of her stomach. "What you're feeling right no if of your own doing." He smiled.
"What are you talking about?!" Sydney almost screamed.
"Don't you understand what these are? Sydney my dear, you're in labor."
A/N: Once again short, I know, and I'm sorry for it. But hey, at least it didn't take me another month to turn out another chapter. I'm sick right now, so I'll I can do is type to pass away the time. Hopefully this story isn't disappointing you like its disappointing me. But I made a promise to myself that I'll finish this one. I love the first chapter. I think it was the best one I think I've ever written.... But as the story progresses I think the last chapter will be the total opposite of its first. So I apologize.
-Kat-
P.s. I'm just glad that it isn't 34 chapters long and going nowhere.
