Chapter Three
Chloe's vision swam as she opened her eyes. She had a splitting headache, and her whole body was sore.
"What happened to me?" she thought as she struggled to sit up. She took in her surroundings in a daze; "This isn't my room. Where am I?" she wondered as she looked around the dark, dank cell that resembled a prison.
Chloe sat on a cot on one end of the 'room' that was surrounded by iron bars. Outside of the bars she could see a corridor that was just as dark and uninviting as the cell in which Chloe sat.
A cold wind blew in from a crack in the wall, and Chloe sat shivering beneath the thin blanket that covered her. She reached up to push a piece of hair behind her ear, but she couldn't! She was handcuffed! Chloe stared down at the cuffs in horror. What was going on? What had happened to her? Then it all came back, the men in the masks, the chloroform, the gun, and the sharp sting.
"A knock out dart that's what it was!" she thought as she gingerly touched the small swelling on her neck where the dart had gone in, "How am I going to get out of here? Why am I here?" the questions just kept rolling around in Chloe's head. She had to do something, and quick. A door closed somewhere down the corridor, and loud, staccato footsteps made their way towards her.
Thinking quickly, Chloe pulled a bobby pin from her hair, she never left home without one, don't ask me why. She buried her face in the pillow, if you could call it that, and stuck her hands beneath the pillow. She bit her lip until tears sprang to her eyes and she was crying in pain. Working at the lock on the cuffs, Chloe listened carefully as the footsteps drew closer.
Nodding to the man that stood guard a couple feet from Chloe's cell, Sark inclined his head towards the door, silently telling him to leave. Sark wanted no witnesses for what he was about to the young woman. If it was information the Covenant wanted, information they would get.
He could hear her crying before he even was close enough to see her. Sark felt strange as he watched her lying there sobbing, it was almost like he felt sympathy. But Sark would not allow himself to have emotions. He drew himself up to his full height, an impressive six foot two, and unlocked the door to the cell.
"Get up." He commanded as he walked over to the cot. The young woman just lay there, her body racked by tremendous sobs; "I said get up." he growled, reaching down to pull her up. As his hand wrapped around her wrist, Chloe's free hand swung around and hit Sark square in the jaw. Sark fell back, rubbing his aching jaw. He could taste blood in his mouth. Sark was about to call for the guard, but Chloe grabbed the lapels of his designer jacket and pushed him up against the bars roughly. Fire burned in her eyes, and Sark was shocked at how intense they were.
"What do you want with me you son of a..." she started.
"Ah, ah, ah," Sark interrupted her wagging his finger in front of her face, "Language Chloe, language."
"How do you know my name?" she asked, shoving him hard into the bars. Sark winced as the metal dug into his back, along with the gun in his back pocket! Sark knew that if he could just distract Chloe enough he would be able to grab the gun without her noticing.
"Now what kind of spy would I be if I told you how I came by my information." Sark said with a smirk.
"Who are you?" Chloe growled her grip on him tightening.
"Julian Sark." He said as if introducing himself to the queen of England. He could feel the butt of his gun now, and he wrapped his hand around it, pulling it out slowly he continued to talk. "Now that I've answered your questions," he continued, "Why don't you have a seat and answer some of my questions?" he pulled the gun out in front of him and dug it into Chloe's bare stomach.
The cold metal of the gun sent shivers down Chloe's spine as she stared Sark in the eye. His intense blue eyes bore into hers and Chloe gulped as he dug the gun in further.
"His eyes are as icy as his heart." She thought as she stared into his arctic blue eyes, "If he has a heart that is." She slowly released her hold on him and backed up to the cot.
"Good girl." Sark smirked condescendingly. Chloe glared at him, cursing him in her head.
"What do you want with me?" She seethed as Sark advanced towards her.
"My employers want something that you have" he replied, "And I'm going to get it from you."
"I don't own anything that's worth getting KIDNAPPED!" Chloe cried, her eyes blazing with fury.
"It's not exactly what you HAVE, but what you KNOW." Sark said, "Now, are you going to tell me what you know?"
"Even if I did know what you're talking about, I wouldn't tell YOU." Chloe replied rudely.
"Very well." Sark replied with a shrug. He started to turn and then quickly swung around and punched Chloe in the gut.
The young woman fell to the ground, clutching her stomach as she fought to regain her breath. She glared up at Sark, feeling nothing but animosity towards him.
"What was that for you jerk?" she yelled, struggling back to her feet. But Sark wasn't about to let that happen. He kicked her feet out from under her, causing Chloe to fall on her back on the hard, concrete floor.
"Oh you are going to pay for that." She growled, swinging her foot behind Sark's knees. He fell with a groan and Chloe quickly jumped to her feet and executed a perfect roundhouse kick, only to meet with empty air.
Sark dodged the kick and sprung to his feet. Chloe glared at him and he smirked, swinging the gun that was still in his hand in her face. He saw her eyes move towards the gun, but he was not swift enough to stop the karate chop that she delivered to his wrist, knocking the gun from his hand. The gun flew across the floor and slid between the iron bars out into the corridor. Sark's eyes narrowed, Chloe was a formidable opponent indeed.
The two circled each other, waiting for an opening. Sark saw Chloe's hips shift, and felt the kick to his gut. He doubled over fitting for his breath. She kicked again, but this time he caught her foot in midair and twisted it, sending her flying to the ground with a cry of pain. Sark advanced his eyes boring into hers. He could almost feel the fire in her eyes as she stared into his. Sark smirked, something he did well, and reached down to pull her up. Big mistake.
Chloe grabbed his hand and pulled him over her, making him land on the cot, which broke and crashed to the floor. Sark forced himself to his feet despite the pain that was coursing through his body. The only other person who had ever given him such a run for his money in a fight had been Sydney Bristow. She had obviously trained her daughter very well. Sark eyed Chloe. She looked very sexy with her chest rising and falling with exertion and sweat dripping down her body. Her lips were parted as she struggled for air, and Sark thought they looked VERY inviting. With his ever-present smirk on his lips, Sark moved closer to Chloe. Her eyes widened as he drew closer, lust in his eyes, and her eyes shifted as she searched for an escape. Sark pounced on her, straddling her waist and leaning down closer to her face.
"Everything alright in here Boss?" Sark looked up, annoyed at the intrusion. Devin looked down at him from where he stood at the open door of the cell.
"I thought I heard a fight going on." Devin continued. Sark knew that he was taking in the scene before him as his eyes shifted from Sark to Chloe then back again.
"Everything's alright Devin," Sark growled, "I was just having a 'discussion' with our guest." He looked down into Chloe's wide and frightened eyes. Her breathing was quick and ragged and a tear slid down her cheek where a bruise was starting to form. Sark stood up and made his way towards the cell door.
"I'll be back Miss Vaughn," he said looking over his shoulder at Chloe who still lay on the floor, her body trembling, "And next time you WILL tell me what I want to know." With that he walked out of the cell and slammed the door shut behind him.
Yippee, another chapter finished! Please tell me what you thought. And now I'd like to take the time to thank all of you who reviewed, and to answer one of the questions that a reviewer had.
Logan13: A Mary-Sue is a girl that is perfect. She's smart, beautiful, talented, and all around PERFECT. When I said that Chloe would begin to seem Mary-Sueish, I meant that she would kinda seem perfect. Oh yeah, and thanks for pointing out my little mistake with the chlorophyll, I don't know how I made that mistake, but thanks for telling me about it.
Chloe's vision swam as she opened her eyes. She had a splitting headache, and her whole body was sore.
"What happened to me?" she thought as she struggled to sit up. She took in her surroundings in a daze; "This isn't my room. Where am I?" she wondered as she looked around the dark, dank cell that resembled a prison.
Chloe sat on a cot on one end of the 'room' that was surrounded by iron bars. Outside of the bars she could see a corridor that was just as dark and uninviting as the cell in which Chloe sat.
A cold wind blew in from a crack in the wall, and Chloe sat shivering beneath the thin blanket that covered her. She reached up to push a piece of hair behind her ear, but she couldn't! She was handcuffed! Chloe stared down at the cuffs in horror. What was going on? What had happened to her? Then it all came back, the men in the masks, the chloroform, the gun, and the sharp sting.
"A knock out dart that's what it was!" she thought as she gingerly touched the small swelling on her neck where the dart had gone in, "How am I going to get out of here? Why am I here?" the questions just kept rolling around in Chloe's head. She had to do something, and quick. A door closed somewhere down the corridor, and loud, staccato footsteps made their way towards her.
Thinking quickly, Chloe pulled a bobby pin from her hair, she never left home without one, don't ask me why. She buried her face in the pillow, if you could call it that, and stuck her hands beneath the pillow. She bit her lip until tears sprang to her eyes and she was crying in pain. Working at the lock on the cuffs, Chloe listened carefully as the footsteps drew closer.
Nodding to the man that stood guard a couple feet from Chloe's cell, Sark inclined his head towards the door, silently telling him to leave. Sark wanted no witnesses for what he was about to the young woman. If it was information the Covenant wanted, information they would get.
He could hear her crying before he even was close enough to see her. Sark felt strange as he watched her lying there sobbing, it was almost like he felt sympathy. But Sark would not allow himself to have emotions. He drew himself up to his full height, an impressive six foot two, and unlocked the door to the cell.
"Get up." He commanded as he walked over to the cot. The young woman just lay there, her body racked by tremendous sobs; "I said get up." he growled, reaching down to pull her up. As his hand wrapped around her wrist, Chloe's free hand swung around and hit Sark square in the jaw. Sark fell back, rubbing his aching jaw. He could taste blood in his mouth. Sark was about to call for the guard, but Chloe grabbed the lapels of his designer jacket and pushed him up against the bars roughly. Fire burned in her eyes, and Sark was shocked at how intense they were.
"What do you want with me you son of a..." she started.
"Ah, ah, ah," Sark interrupted her wagging his finger in front of her face, "Language Chloe, language."
"How do you know my name?" she asked, shoving him hard into the bars. Sark winced as the metal dug into his back, along with the gun in his back pocket! Sark knew that if he could just distract Chloe enough he would be able to grab the gun without her noticing.
"Now what kind of spy would I be if I told you how I came by my information." Sark said with a smirk.
"Who are you?" Chloe growled her grip on him tightening.
"Julian Sark." He said as if introducing himself to the queen of England. He could feel the butt of his gun now, and he wrapped his hand around it, pulling it out slowly he continued to talk. "Now that I've answered your questions," he continued, "Why don't you have a seat and answer some of my questions?" he pulled the gun out in front of him and dug it into Chloe's bare stomach.
The cold metal of the gun sent shivers down Chloe's spine as she stared Sark in the eye. His intense blue eyes bore into hers and Chloe gulped as he dug the gun in further.
"His eyes are as icy as his heart." She thought as she stared into his arctic blue eyes, "If he has a heart that is." She slowly released her hold on him and backed up to the cot.
"Good girl." Sark smirked condescendingly. Chloe glared at him, cursing him in her head.
"What do you want with me?" She seethed as Sark advanced towards her.
"My employers want something that you have" he replied, "And I'm going to get it from you."
"I don't own anything that's worth getting KIDNAPPED!" Chloe cried, her eyes blazing with fury.
"It's not exactly what you HAVE, but what you KNOW." Sark said, "Now, are you going to tell me what you know?"
"Even if I did know what you're talking about, I wouldn't tell YOU." Chloe replied rudely.
"Very well." Sark replied with a shrug. He started to turn and then quickly swung around and punched Chloe in the gut.
The young woman fell to the ground, clutching her stomach as she fought to regain her breath. She glared up at Sark, feeling nothing but animosity towards him.
"What was that for you jerk?" she yelled, struggling back to her feet. But Sark wasn't about to let that happen. He kicked her feet out from under her, causing Chloe to fall on her back on the hard, concrete floor.
"Oh you are going to pay for that." She growled, swinging her foot behind Sark's knees. He fell with a groan and Chloe quickly jumped to her feet and executed a perfect roundhouse kick, only to meet with empty air.
Sark dodged the kick and sprung to his feet. Chloe glared at him and he smirked, swinging the gun that was still in his hand in her face. He saw her eyes move towards the gun, but he was not swift enough to stop the karate chop that she delivered to his wrist, knocking the gun from his hand. The gun flew across the floor and slid between the iron bars out into the corridor. Sark's eyes narrowed, Chloe was a formidable opponent indeed.
The two circled each other, waiting for an opening. Sark saw Chloe's hips shift, and felt the kick to his gut. He doubled over fitting for his breath. She kicked again, but this time he caught her foot in midair and twisted it, sending her flying to the ground with a cry of pain. Sark advanced his eyes boring into hers. He could almost feel the fire in her eyes as she stared into his. Sark smirked, something he did well, and reached down to pull her up. Big mistake.
Chloe grabbed his hand and pulled him over her, making him land on the cot, which broke and crashed to the floor. Sark forced himself to his feet despite the pain that was coursing through his body. The only other person who had ever given him such a run for his money in a fight had been Sydney Bristow. She had obviously trained her daughter very well. Sark eyed Chloe. She looked very sexy with her chest rising and falling with exertion and sweat dripping down her body. Her lips were parted as she struggled for air, and Sark thought they looked VERY inviting. With his ever-present smirk on his lips, Sark moved closer to Chloe. Her eyes widened as he drew closer, lust in his eyes, and her eyes shifted as she searched for an escape. Sark pounced on her, straddling her waist and leaning down closer to her face.
"Everything alright in here Boss?" Sark looked up, annoyed at the intrusion. Devin looked down at him from where he stood at the open door of the cell.
"I thought I heard a fight going on." Devin continued. Sark knew that he was taking in the scene before him as his eyes shifted from Sark to Chloe then back again.
"Everything's alright Devin," Sark growled, "I was just having a 'discussion' with our guest." He looked down into Chloe's wide and frightened eyes. Her breathing was quick and ragged and a tear slid down her cheek where a bruise was starting to form. Sark stood up and made his way towards the cell door.
"I'll be back Miss Vaughn," he said looking over his shoulder at Chloe who still lay on the floor, her body trembling, "And next time you WILL tell me what I want to know." With that he walked out of the cell and slammed the door shut behind him.
Yippee, another chapter finished! Please tell me what you thought. And now I'd like to take the time to thank all of you who reviewed, and to answer one of the questions that a reviewer had.
Logan13: A Mary-Sue is a girl that is perfect. She's smart, beautiful, talented, and all around PERFECT. When I said that Chloe would begin to seem Mary-Sueish, I meant that she would kinda seem perfect. Oh yeah, and thanks for pointing out my little mistake with the chlorophyll, I don't know how I made that mistake, but thanks for telling me about it.