Chapter Five
It seemed, as if all Chloe had been doing the last couple of hours was cry. She hated it. She hated the feeling of weakness and vulnerability. Chloe wiped her eyes and forced herself off the cot where she had been recuperating from her fight with Sark. Her body ached and her muscles were sore. She groaned as she stood, stretching her arms in an effort to regain mobility.
She paced the floor of the cell, searching for any way of escape. But there was nothing except the small crack high up on the wall that let a cold breeze blow through every once in awhile.
"You alright?" Chloe turned and saw a tall, well built man with auburn hair standing on the other side of the bars, staring at her with intense golden brown eyes.
"I'm fine." She snapped as she studied the man. He was handsome, that was certain. His eyes bore into her, but they didn't unnerve her like Sark's had. They were more soft, gentle, more human.
"I brought you something to eat." The man said unlocking the cell door, he paused and looked at Chloe with a teasing look, and "Now you're not gonna attack me if I come in there are you?"
"I'm much too sore to do that." Chloe replied rubbing her shoulder. The man came in with a tray in his hands. He placed it atop the cot and turned back to Chloe.
"I'm Devin by the way." He said sticking his hand out. Chloe glared at him and Devin dropped his hand back to his side with a knowing nod. A cold gust blew through the wall and the young woman shivered, drawing her thin jacket tighter around her.
"You must be cold." Devin said taking in her jogging outfit, which offered little protection from the chill, "I'll see if I can't find you another blanket or something."
"Whatever." Chloe said with a shrug, not wanting to take charity from this man, no matter how kind he seemed.
"I'll be back later." He said before turning and leaving. Chloe waited until his footsteps no longer sounded in the corridor before digging into the food that he'd left.
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"Well," Sark said as Devin entered the small operations room, "did you get any information from her?" Devin shook his head and sat down at the small table that stood in the center of the room.
"She needs warmer blankets and clothes." He said propping his feet up on the table.
"You're getting attached Devin." Sark scolded, "You know the Covenant will want her dead once they get what they want from her."
"What can she know?" the younger man asked, "What information can she have that the Covenant is so eager to get from her?" Sark sighed and shook his head. Devin would never understand. He would never understand that it is better not to question the motives and wishes of the Covenant. He would never understand that the Covenant did what they wanted, when they wanted, and would not hesitate to take your life if you stood in their way. Sark understood this though, and he would do anything he could to stay on the Covenant's good side. It was the only way to ensure that he lived.
The stoic man stood and walked over to the window. Staring out at the city of abandoned factories and warehouses he felt dead. The warehouses had long been deserted, thus making them the perfect place for Sark to make his base of operations. He had chosen the largest one and made sure that it was made comfortable. But he was careful to make sure that everything could be moved at a moments notice incase the CIA or police came sniffing around.
There were two floors to the warehouse. The upper level, which sat on top of the ground, housed Sark's men, their weapons, and a small computer lab. The second level was more of a basement then anything. It sat below ground, with a few inches sticking out of the earth. The entrance to the second level was a trap door, which led down a flight of stairs to a room that had three cells, but further along the corridor was a small room. It was one of those rooms that when a prisoner went in, they never came out. Unless they were in a body bag that is. That was the room that Chloe would go into once they had the information they needed.
Sark always liked those rooms. They gave him power. He could pull a prisoner in there and torture them until they screamed what he wanted to know. Sark always took great pleasure in ending their lives then, torturing them some more. Sending them close to the edge of death, then bringing them back. Over and over again he would do this until he tired of the game. That's all it really was to Sark, a game. Those he tortured and killed were merely players that lost. They were pawns that brought him closer to the win.
"Boss? Sark, are you alright?" Devin's voice broke through Sark's thoughts, bringing him out of his mind.
"I'm fine." Sark snapped, his eyes shooting darts at his partner.
"Okay, whatever you say." The younger man said, "You might want to get the phone though, it's the Covenant." Sark pounced on the phone that sat on the table.
"Yes?" he said into the receiver.
"Mr. Sark," the gravely voice on the other end said, "my employers wish to know what progress you've made."
"Tell them that I've acquired the girl, but she has yet to talk." Sark growled.
"My employers will not be happy with that Mr. Sark." The man said, "You've had the girl in your possession for over fifteen hours. You should have had results by now."
"She was knocked out for five of those hours." Sark tried to defend himself. If this flunky went back to the Covenant and told them that Sark was failing his mission, that might mean the end of the English man's life.
"Very well." The flunky said, "But the Covenant does not wait patiently. I will call again and I want information next time." The dial tone rang in Sark's ear and he threw the phone down with a feral growl. He glared at Devin and turned for the trap door.
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"What do you want now?" Chloe asked with annoyance as Sark swung the door to her cell open. Sark grabbed her arm roughly and pushed her up against the hard cement wall. Chloe's bare arm scraped against the harsh surface, scouring the skin and causing a small bit of blood to bubble up. She was frightened by the look in his eyes, but knew better than to show it. Would he try to take advantage of her like he had earlier? Chloe knew that she was in no condition to fight him. Her body still ached and she could barely move her arms.
"I want information." Sark yelled at her. His eyes blazing and his fingers digging deep into her arm.
"Ow, you're hurting me." Chloe said looking down at her arm.
"Oh that's the least of your problems." Sark growled, shoving her harder against the wall. Chloe's head hit the concrete blocks and stars danced before her eyes.
"I know you know something." He said, "Why else would the Covenant want you?"
"The Covenant!" Chloe exclaimed. She knew of the Covenant, her parents had talked about it often when they thought she wasn't around. They were a terrorist group, the worst out there.
"Yes the Covenant." Sark said, his eyes snapping.
"What do they want with me, I'm just a college student." Chloe cried.
"They want information."
"Well I can't tell you what you want to know if I don't know what you want!" Chloe yelled, her anger bubbling like the blood on her arm. She saw Sark's eyes cloud over and it hit her.
"You don't know what they want either, do you?" she said.
"Shut up." he cried throwing her down on the floor. Chloe landed hard and lay there. She tried to gain control of herself, tried to push herself up, but her arms failed her.
"I'll be back." Sark said and kicked her in the gut before leaving. Chloe dragged herself to the cot and rolled herself onto the mattress that lay on the floor due to her earlier fight with Sark. She lay on the hard mattress and let the tears come, soaking the pillow and drowning her in her misery.
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Hope you all liked the update and will review.
Csk8-20: I can't wait to read your story, once you get it written that is. Lol. Anyway, I noticed that I didn't answer your earlier question about how old Sark is. That will be answered in a later chapter.
I know how it is trying to get a story transferred from your head to paper. I run into that problem ALL the time. Most of the stuff I write comes to me when I'm sleeping. Funny sounding I know, but it's true. All these different scenes will pop in my dreams and I'll be like 'oh that's cool' and then I'll have to take it from my imagination and try and put it on paper. It's hard, but it's worth it.
Also, don't worry about getting all your information in order like who's married to who, all the different gadgets and stuff like that. I don't know the gadgets either, I'm just gonna make stuff up as I go. Lol.
Dizzy Izzy, Logan 13, Redrose121, Angels Touch, wicked-sista, and soccerchic1099: Thank you all for reading this story and reviewing. It's people like you that make writing worth it. Keep those reviews coming.
It seemed, as if all Chloe had been doing the last couple of hours was cry. She hated it. She hated the feeling of weakness and vulnerability. Chloe wiped her eyes and forced herself off the cot where she had been recuperating from her fight with Sark. Her body ached and her muscles were sore. She groaned as she stood, stretching her arms in an effort to regain mobility.
She paced the floor of the cell, searching for any way of escape. But there was nothing except the small crack high up on the wall that let a cold breeze blow through every once in awhile.
"You alright?" Chloe turned and saw a tall, well built man with auburn hair standing on the other side of the bars, staring at her with intense golden brown eyes.
"I'm fine." She snapped as she studied the man. He was handsome, that was certain. His eyes bore into her, but they didn't unnerve her like Sark's had. They were more soft, gentle, more human.
"I brought you something to eat." The man said unlocking the cell door, he paused and looked at Chloe with a teasing look, and "Now you're not gonna attack me if I come in there are you?"
"I'm much too sore to do that." Chloe replied rubbing her shoulder. The man came in with a tray in his hands. He placed it atop the cot and turned back to Chloe.
"I'm Devin by the way." He said sticking his hand out. Chloe glared at him and Devin dropped his hand back to his side with a knowing nod. A cold gust blew through the wall and the young woman shivered, drawing her thin jacket tighter around her.
"You must be cold." Devin said taking in her jogging outfit, which offered little protection from the chill, "I'll see if I can't find you another blanket or something."
"Whatever." Chloe said with a shrug, not wanting to take charity from this man, no matter how kind he seemed.
"I'll be back later." He said before turning and leaving. Chloe waited until his footsteps no longer sounded in the corridor before digging into the food that he'd left.
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"Well," Sark said as Devin entered the small operations room, "did you get any information from her?" Devin shook his head and sat down at the small table that stood in the center of the room.
"She needs warmer blankets and clothes." He said propping his feet up on the table.
"You're getting attached Devin." Sark scolded, "You know the Covenant will want her dead once they get what they want from her."
"What can she know?" the younger man asked, "What information can she have that the Covenant is so eager to get from her?" Sark sighed and shook his head. Devin would never understand. He would never understand that it is better not to question the motives and wishes of the Covenant. He would never understand that the Covenant did what they wanted, when they wanted, and would not hesitate to take your life if you stood in their way. Sark understood this though, and he would do anything he could to stay on the Covenant's good side. It was the only way to ensure that he lived.
The stoic man stood and walked over to the window. Staring out at the city of abandoned factories and warehouses he felt dead. The warehouses had long been deserted, thus making them the perfect place for Sark to make his base of operations. He had chosen the largest one and made sure that it was made comfortable. But he was careful to make sure that everything could be moved at a moments notice incase the CIA or police came sniffing around.
There were two floors to the warehouse. The upper level, which sat on top of the ground, housed Sark's men, their weapons, and a small computer lab. The second level was more of a basement then anything. It sat below ground, with a few inches sticking out of the earth. The entrance to the second level was a trap door, which led down a flight of stairs to a room that had three cells, but further along the corridor was a small room. It was one of those rooms that when a prisoner went in, they never came out. Unless they were in a body bag that is. That was the room that Chloe would go into once they had the information they needed.
Sark always liked those rooms. They gave him power. He could pull a prisoner in there and torture them until they screamed what he wanted to know. Sark always took great pleasure in ending their lives then, torturing them some more. Sending them close to the edge of death, then bringing them back. Over and over again he would do this until he tired of the game. That's all it really was to Sark, a game. Those he tortured and killed were merely players that lost. They were pawns that brought him closer to the win.
"Boss? Sark, are you alright?" Devin's voice broke through Sark's thoughts, bringing him out of his mind.
"I'm fine." Sark snapped, his eyes shooting darts at his partner.
"Okay, whatever you say." The younger man said, "You might want to get the phone though, it's the Covenant." Sark pounced on the phone that sat on the table.
"Yes?" he said into the receiver.
"Mr. Sark," the gravely voice on the other end said, "my employers wish to know what progress you've made."
"Tell them that I've acquired the girl, but she has yet to talk." Sark growled.
"My employers will not be happy with that Mr. Sark." The man said, "You've had the girl in your possession for over fifteen hours. You should have had results by now."
"She was knocked out for five of those hours." Sark tried to defend himself. If this flunky went back to the Covenant and told them that Sark was failing his mission, that might mean the end of the English man's life.
"Very well." The flunky said, "But the Covenant does not wait patiently. I will call again and I want information next time." The dial tone rang in Sark's ear and he threw the phone down with a feral growl. He glared at Devin and turned for the trap door.
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"What do you want now?" Chloe asked with annoyance as Sark swung the door to her cell open. Sark grabbed her arm roughly and pushed her up against the hard cement wall. Chloe's bare arm scraped against the harsh surface, scouring the skin and causing a small bit of blood to bubble up. She was frightened by the look in his eyes, but knew better than to show it. Would he try to take advantage of her like he had earlier? Chloe knew that she was in no condition to fight him. Her body still ached and she could barely move her arms.
"I want information." Sark yelled at her. His eyes blazing and his fingers digging deep into her arm.
"Ow, you're hurting me." Chloe said looking down at her arm.
"Oh that's the least of your problems." Sark growled, shoving her harder against the wall. Chloe's head hit the concrete blocks and stars danced before her eyes.
"I know you know something." He said, "Why else would the Covenant want you?"
"The Covenant!" Chloe exclaimed. She knew of the Covenant, her parents had talked about it often when they thought she wasn't around. They were a terrorist group, the worst out there.
"Yes the Covenant." Sark said, his eyes snapping.
"What do they want with me, I'm just a college student." Chloe cried.
"They want information."
"Well I can't tell you what you want to know if I don't know what you want!" Chloe yelled, her anger bubbling like the blood on her arm. She saw Sark's eyes cloud over and it hit her.
"You don't know what they want either, do you?" she said.
"Shut up." he cried throwing her down on the floor. Chloe landed hard and lay there. She tried to gain control of herself, tried to push herself up, but her arms failed her.
"I'll be back." Sark said and kicked her in the gut before leaving. Chloe dragged herself to the cot and rolled herself onto the mattress that lay on the floor due to her earlier fight with Sark. She lay on the hard mattress and let the tears come, soaking the pillow and drowning her in her misery.
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Hope you all liked the update and will review.
Csk8-20: I can't wait to read your story, once you get it written that is. Lol. Anyway, I noticed that I didn't answer your earlier question about how old Sark is. That will be answered in a later chapter.
I know how it is trying to get a story transferred from your head to paper. I run into that problem ALL the time. Most of the stuff I write comes to me when I'm sleeping. Funny sounding I know, but it's true. All these different scenes will pop in my dreams and I'll be like 'oh that's cool' and then I'll have to take it from my imagination and try and put it on paper. It's hard, but it's worth it.
Also, don't worry about getting all your information in order like who's married to who, all the different gadgets and stuff like that. I don't know the gadgets either, I'm just gonna make stuff up as I go. Lol.
Dizzy Izzy, Logan 13, Redrose121, Angels Touch, wicked-sista, and soccerchic1099: Thank you all for reading this story and reviewing. It's people like you that make writing worth it. Keep those reviews coming.