Behind The Mask…
Author: 28dOOMdoom28
Disclaimer: I don't own alias and a lot of the other things used in this but the story is my idea and as long as I have a brain you can't take my thoughts and my spork! I also don't own anything from Linkin Park because if I did… I wouldn't write fanfic!
Dedications: This story is dedicated to CHESTER he was a good guinea pig! R.I.P
Rating:
Summery: "Do you remember the tales about Irina Derevko?" Allison nodded in response unsure of how this was related… An old Sydney tell stories of spies and secret organizations but little does her granddaughter know that they're all true and that she will be the next in her family to enter that world.
Please Note: This story will have a lot of Linkin Park lyrics as it kinda is my inspiration here… I kinda was listening while writing this and I still am
Note: Apologies if there are huge spaces between paragraphs it wasn't originally like that but after emailing it around to myself at several places it kinda just happened by itself… I'm sorry if you angers you
Chapter One: REVEALS
Sydney was sitting down with a pen in hand writing down her thoughts. Unfortunately she couldn't put words to her feelings. She had thought writing a story about her life would be something to do while she waited for her love to return to her. She didn't truly believe he was gone, there had been too many government cover-ups in her life and she couldn't believe anything anymore.
'The truth is something we all take for granted.' She finally wrote, pausing before placing her full stop neatly at the end if her sentence. 'I once had the joy of ignorance but now that I know the truth about my life, I know things will never be the same again.' That was something she had always believed and since the day she found out the truth, things had definitely never been the same.
"Sydney?" a voice called out. This brought some joy into her miserable life.
"I'm in here" Sydney's old form called back. Allison, her granddaughter appeared before her. She smiled.
"What are you working on?" Allison asked, referring to the piece, which lay in front of Sydney.
"Just a story…"
"What is it about?" Allison was only 15 years old but she had always taken a great interest in Sydney. She loved to listen to her grandmother's stories about spies and secret organizations.
"About life. About the truth."
"Will you tell me another story Grandma?"
"Of course." Allison sat down next to her and looked Sydney in the eyes, waiting for her to begin. "Do you remember the tales about Irina Derevko?" Allison nodded in response slightly confused about how this was all related. "Well, this story is about her family. The Bristows." Allison took a deep breath in. "Irina was my mother." Allison shook her head in denial.
"No she wasn't. Laura Bristow was your mother." Sydney stood up and walked over to her bookshelf to retrieve an old round box. Allison watched as her grandmother fumbled around until she pulled out some old photos and a newspaper clipping.
"It's about time you were told the truth."
"The truth?" In Allison's eyes there was that obvious glint of fear.
"When I was 19 years old I was hired and trained to work for the secret organization; SD-6" Allison's mouth dropped. Her family had kept all these secrets from her, her whole life. She had heard all the spy stories about SD-6, the alliance, CIA, FBI, APO, KGB, and the covenant but she had always believed they were just stories made up by her grandmother. Her favourite stories were about a double agent for the CIA, who had brought down SD-6.
"You were that agent?" Allison asked, afraid of what she might find. Sydney could only nod and she knew how hard it could be to believe something about a relative when you had always believed another. "You're a terrorist daughter?" Sydney nodded again.
"You're a terrorist's great granddaughter." Allison stood up quickly and walked out of the room, though she soon returned with a glass of water. Allison sat back down and looked Sydney in they eyes.
"You had a story to tell…" Sydney was about to nod when she realised that the story would be better for both of them.
"Well. The Bristows were a happy family. They had your average jobs and they had a daughter."
"You?" Allison interrupted. Sydney smiled a little, thinking back to when life had been easier.
"Yes. Then one fateful day there was a car accident and my mother went over the bridge, which was where Laura Bristow died," Allison was familiar with this story. She knew every detail of how her great grandmother died. "Then out of the ashes came Irina Derevko, the cruel, horrible, deceitful woman. I didn't learn that until a great time after though. My father was never close to me and so I never knew about his job at SD-6. I grew up with all these lies, lies about my mother, lies about my father, lies about myself. It is not a life you would want."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Because we didn't want you to find your way into our family business. None of us did." Sydney kept her poker face on but Allison knew the pain which was hidden behind the mask. After a few seconds Sydney's face lit up with an idea. "Let's go to the park." Allison immediately helped Sydney stand up and to get ready.
Outside was a nice sunny day. Allison and Sydney were crossing the road to the park when a car appeared. It was driving at 200 km/hr and headed straight for Sydney. Allison didn't have time to even pull her grandmother away, let alone say "SYDNEY… NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The car drover onto Sydney and just hit Allison, who went flying backwards. She didn't care about the pain she felt, only the health of her grandmother. She went over to her side, checked her pulse and fell onto her grandmother while tears strolled down her face. "I love you." She closed her dead relatives' eyes and dragged the body to the side of the road.
"HELP ME! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME!" The blood from her grandmother's wounds had been transferred to Allison who wept loudly in the streets of LA.
It starts with one thing
I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try to keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swing
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It's so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on, but didn't even know
Wasted it all just to watch you go
I kept inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try, keep that in mind
I designed this thyme, to explain in due time
I tried to hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised it got so (far)
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognise me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me (in the end)
You kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of time when I
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There's only one thing you should know
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter