Title: Kill Thy Enemy
Author: penny
Summary: AU, Post-Telling. Sydney wakes up and goes on a revenge-rampage in effort to find the The Truth.
Disclaimer: JJ Abrams owns Alias and Quentin Tarantino owns the storyline to Kill Bill
Classification: Farce/Drama (depending on your sense of humor)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Violence and Language
Author's Note: Just, go with me here. It makes sense, if you think about it.
Chapter One: The Re-Telling
Sydney rings the doorbell.
She plays with the rope in her hands.
She waits for her old friend.
They need to have a little chat.
A black woman, looking the same as when Sydney shot her five years ago only older, answers the door. They lock eyes. Sydney lunges for her old friend, wrapping the rope around the woman's neck. She pulls with all her might.
The woman reacts by pulling Sydney into the living room and slamming Sydney against the wall. Sydney keeps strangling the woman; and the woman keeps slamming Sydney into the wall.
They struggle for a minute until, finally gaining the upper hand, the woman hurls Sydney over her back and onto the floor. She flees for something in the table end draw. Sydney grabs her feet and pulls her to the floor; then Sydney rolls onto of the woman and punches her twice in the face.
Sydney hisses: What the hell did you do?
-I see Sleeping Beauty awoke on the wrong side of the bed.
-What the hell did you do?
-I followed orders.
Sydney punches her again. The woman sips in Sydney's face. She kicks her foot up and whacks the back of Sydney's head, throwing Sydney off of her. She picks up the coffee table and heaves it onto Sydney. Sydney moans and goes for her 9mm.
The woman crawls to table end draw and retrieves her gun. They both rise with their guns pointed at each other. The clock strikes high noon.
-You killed Francie, Sydney states.
-I did what I had to.
-How are you still alive? I killed you.
-The same reason you're alive. Allison says, they took me, just like you.
-Where?
-To their headquarters.
-Where's headquarters?
-I don't know.
-What did you do to me?
-Nothing, for fuckssake! I was a pawn, just like you. I didn't give the orders.
-Who did?
-The Man.
-Stop talking in riddles! Who's the Man, and what the f-ck did he do to me?
- I told you, bitch, I don't know. I got out of the game a year ago. Alliances change and coups take place in such a time. I have no idea; but I suggest, Alison pauses, you ask your beloved.
Sydney draws in her breath at this. She doesn't know Vaughn's location or what happened to him in the past five years. She doesn't know anything beside the addresses of her old enemies and that still will eliminate her list until they tell her the truth.
-Vaughn? Sydney says.
Allison smirks and starts to maliciously laugh. Sydney fires her gun and she drops to the ground. The bullets hit her in the stomach twice. Allison starts screaming. Blood runs down her legs.
- You fucking bitch! Allison wails. She lifts her gun, but Sydney shoots it out of her hand. Allison tries to get up and lunge toward Sydney, screaming: you killed my baby. You killed my baby.
Sydney nearly drops her gun, but thinks it's a trick.
-You're not pregnant, Sydney says.
-I'm three mouths, you bitch. Why else do you think Sark and I quit?
Sydney knew Allison and Sark lived together, but she didn't know their relationship was so serious. For a brief moment the urge to break down crying overwhelms Sydney. Sydney wants to apologize to her, to call an ambulance, to forgive her. But then Sydney thinks of Francie and Will; of the life Sydney and Vaughn dreamed, and of their little child. And when Sydney thinks of the people and time she lost, she suddenly doesn't care about Allison's loss.
-Consider it interest for killing Francie and Will. Now, who is The Man? And where can I find him?
-Go, ask Vaughn.
-What does that mean?
Allison cries and crawls toward her gun, still laughing. Sydney screams at her, demanding she give an explanation. Allison gives none. Sydney grows annoyed and pulls the woman out of her misery.
Sydney takes a sit on the couch, and catches her breath. She looks over at Allison, focusing in on her stomach. The tears roll down her cheeks. Sydney says a small pray for forgiveness.
Then, Sydney dries her eyes and waits for Allison's dashing husband to return home. As Sydney waited, she reached into her pocket, unfolded her sheet of paper and crossed off her first name. She then carefully folds it back up and placed it in her pocket.
One down.
/end chapter