Behind The Mask…

Disclaimer: I don't own Alias and I also don't own anything by and neither am Linkin Park. It's just me, my brain and my spork!

Note: Apologies for any mistakes with the first chapter during that submission a lot went wrong and… heh, heh, heh

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Rating: It never did come up…damn that's shit… It's T by the way in case you hadn't noticed. Just in case...

Note: The chapters will get longer it's just the beginning… just gimme some time, k?

Chapter Two: THE

As Sydney Bristow was getting lowered into her grave, Allison realised 2 things. 1. That Sydney had been one of the best spies and 2. That she was going to be a spy. A sly smile crept across her face but when she looked at her surroundings she felt an overwhelming sadness. The loser who had mowed her grandmother down and killed her had also broken Allison's arm and had never been found.

Tears streamed down her face as she touched her dead grandmothers hand. "I'll track down your killer and I'll make things right." She vowed before walking away to let others say their final goodbyes.

Nadia, Allison's great Aunt waved to her. She walked over and tried to feign a smile.

"You can do better then that." Nadia joked.

"I don't think I can…" Nadia gave Allison a huge bear hug.

"Did they ever find out who did this?" Allison could only shake her head. "Syd was strong and she made it a long way." Tears kept rolling down Allison's face.

Something has been taken

From deep inside of me

A secret I've kept locked away

No one can ever see

Wounds so deep they never show

They never go away

Like moving pictures in my head

For years and years they've played…

"She told me…about…everything. The truth." Allison finally brought herself to say. She could feel Nadia's hesitation.

"It's about time." Nadia still held Allison, too afraid to let her go.

"Do Michael and Kate know?" Allison referred to Nadia's grandchildren. Michael was 12 and Kate was 10.

"No," Nadia shook her head. "When they're 15, that's when they'll know."

Weiss approached the two girl with great caution. "Hi ya!" He waved. Nadia and Allison broke apart but didn't let go of each others hands.

"We'll be here for you." She assured her before letting Allison go and enabling her to walk off. She turned around for a brief second and saw Weiss and Nadia embracing each other.

If I could change I would

Take back all the pain I would

Retrace every wrong move that I made I would

If I could

Stand up and take the blame I would

If I could take all that shame to the grave

I would

The after party of Sydney's funeral was held at Sydney's house. Almost all their relatives had arrived to mourn or celebrate, as the case may be, Sydney's tragic death. Weiss, Nadia, Michael, Kate, David and Jessica were all present. Allison's own parents were away on business. She had complained to her parents how rude it was but they simply could not attend the funeral. They sent their condolences.

Finding it was all just too much, Allison went out of the living roo and into the study. This had been one of Sydney's favourite places to stay, especially after Michael Vaughns death.

Everthing was exactly how it had been before. Allison went over to the old box Sydney had been showing her before she tragically died and opened it, looking inside and finding photos. She looked at each one, while tears flowed from her eyes.

"What are you working on?" Allison asked, referring to the piece, which lay in front of Sydney.

"Just a story…" Sydney was very hesitant.

"What is it about?" Allison loved to listen to her grandmothers stories about spies and secret organizations.

"About life. About the truth."

"Will you tell me another story Grandma?"

Allison walked over to Sydney's desk and looked at the paper which had been untouched. She found the beginning and began to read

Sometimes I remember

The darkness of my past

Bringing back these memories

I wish I didn't have

Sometimes I think of letting go

And never looking back

And never moving forward so

There would never be a past…

When Allison reached the last page she realised that her story didn't have a real ending and so she wrote in her best cursive writing 'THE END'. She then hid the book and went outside to mingle with the relatives.

please review... it would mean heaps to me and if you didnt really like it some constructive crititicism (i can't even spell it heh heh) would be nice so i can know how to improve it!