She woke up alone. She was hurt quite badly, she knew. She struggled to sit
up, then wrapped her wounded fingers with her already bloody shirt. Another
man, one she didn't know came and dragged her to her feet. Her chains and
blindfold had been removed while she was unconscious. It was a bad sign. If
the where letting her see their faces, the meant to kill her. They wouldn't
let her go if she could identify them. He was supporting most of her
weight. He didn't speak to her, but silently dragged her through a maze of
corridors.
"You should tell him what he wants to know." He said, not too unkindly, as they stopped outside a metal door.
"Can.Can't tell him what I don't know." She said painfully.
He didn't answer her, just dragged her along in silence. The building they where in had been abandoned for years, she could tell from the dust and dirt everywhere she looked. She was shaking with the strain of walking. Finally, they came to a door. He opened it and pushed her through.
She landed heavily on the floor with a groan of pain. The heavy metal door slammed she was left alone in the cold, dark room. She stayed like that for quite a while, until the pain in her ribs subsided to a more manageable level. From what she could see of the door, she thought that the room had once been a large freezer. She could hear her own heart beating in the silence. Her breathing was loud.
She sat with her back to the farthest wall from the door, huddled back into the corner. The wall was metal, and cold on her back, but she was glad it was there. It made her feel just a little bit safer. She had never been so scared in her life. Eventually, she fell asleep, curled up around her injured side. She guessed that she'd been asleep for about four hours, from the way the small amount of light coming into the small room had changed.
She thought, This could be it. I could die today, and know one would know that I was dead. For the first time in her life, she knew what it felt like to be vulnerable and hated it. The feeling crashed over her so suddenly it left her shaking. She wrapped her arms around her knees, trying to keep warm. Cold tears ran down her face, but she made move to wipe them away.
Time passed and she didn't notice. The door was opened and a glass of water was put down inside the room. She didn't notice. In her mind, she could only see images of Vaughn. The flashed through her mind like a mental photo album. In some he was smiling, in others grim. The most prominent one was of him dead. She knew he would find her. He'd never let her down yet. She focused on the image of his face in her mind and a new feeling surfaced.
Determination. Determination not to let them win. She wanted to live. She wanted to see Vaughn and her friends again. Most of all, she wanted to take SD-6 down. They had taken Danny away from her. She wasn't going to give them her life as well.
Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she could make out what looked like a large axe on the wall next to the door. She stood up carefully and with one hand resting lightly on the wall, walked over too it. It was an axe. Satisfied that she had a way out once she gathered some information, she walked slowly back to her corner and sat down on the cold floor. She was exhausted from the short walk.
She'd seen the glass of water, but knew better than to drink it. It could have been laced with anything. She wanted so desperately to pretend that she was too valuable to kill, the push the thought that the water may be poisoned and drink it. But she didn't. Her through training prevented her from drinking so much as a drop of the water.
She blinked at the dark a few times, trying to collect her thoughts. Her ribs and hand throbbed horribly in the cold. She needed to plan what she was going to do. From the little of the building she'd seen, she didn't know where the exit was. She was just going to have to wait for help.
"You should tell him what he wants to know." He said, not too unkindly, as they stopped outside a metal door.
"Can.Can't tell him what I don't know." She said painfully.
He didn't answer her, just dragged her along in silence. The building they where in had been abandoned for years, she could tell from the dust and dirt everywhere she looked. She was shaking with the strain of walking. Finally, they came to a door. He opened it and pushed her through.
She landed heavily on the floor with a groan of pain. The heavy metal door slammed she was left alone in the cold, dark room. She stayed like that for quite a while, until the pain in her ribs subsided to a more manageable level. From what she could see of the door, she thought that the room had once been a large freezer. She could hear her own heart beating in the silence. Her breathing was loud.
She sat with her back to the farthest wall from the door, huddled back into the corner. The wall was metal, and cold on her back, but she was glad it was there. It made her feel just a little bit safer. She had never been so scared in her life. Eventually, she fell asleep, curled up around her injured side. She guessed that she'd been asleep for about four hours, from the way the small amount of light coming into the small room had changed.
She thought, This could be it. I could die today, and know one would know that I was dead. For the first time in her life, she knew what it felt like to be vulnerable and hated it. The feeling crashed over her so suddenly it left her shaking. She wrapped her arms around her knees, trying to keep warm. Cold tears ran down her face, but she made move to wipe them away.
Time passed and she didn't notice. The door was opened and a glass of water was put down inside the room. She didn't notice. In her mind, she could only see images of Vaughn. The flashed through her mind like a mental photo album. In some he was smiling, in others grim. The most prominent one was of him dead. She knew he would find her. He'd never let her down yet. She focused on the image of his face in her mind and a new feeling surfaced.
Determination. Determination not to let them win. She wanted to live. She wanted to see Vaughn and her friends again. Most of all, she wanted to take SD-6 down. They had taken Danny away from her. She wasn't going to give them her life as well.
Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she could make out what looked like a large axe on the wall next to the door. She stood up carefully and with one hand resting lightly on the wall, walked over too it. It was an axe. Satisfied that she had a way out once she gathered some information, she walked slowly back to her corner and sat down on the cold floor. She was exhausted from the short walk.
She'd seen the glass of water, but knew better than to drink it. It could have been laced with anything. She wanted so desperately to pretend that she was too valuable to kill, the push the thought that the water may be poisoned and drink it. But she didn't. Her through training prevented her from drinking so much as a drop of the water.
She blinked at the dark a few times, trying to collect her thoughts. Her ribs and hand throbbed horribly in the cold. She needed to plan what she was going to do. From the little of the building she'd seen, she didn't know where the exit was. She was just going to have to wait for help.