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Discovering The Waterfront

Chapter Three:

Make Things Right

Isabelle sat blank faced staring at the woman before her with new thoughts crossing Isabelle's mind about the grandmother she never before met.

"If you're gonna kill me could you please just get it over with?" Isabelle whispered not even thinking about the words falling from her mouth.

"Why would I kill you? You don't honestly think I'm that cold?" Irina said while pulling a chair over to her from a table in the middle of the room that Isabelle had not noticed.

"I'm sorry, I don't...I thought...aren't you dead?" Isabelle's mind was racing with so many unanswered questions, the stories her mother had always told her said that her grandma or her mother's mom had died not to long ago, her mom had been a little short on the details but Isabelle really had never thought twice about the story, that is until now.

"Isabelle, honey, I've been dead many times before but somehow I just can't stay that way." Irina laughed slightly at her own words.

Isabelle seriously considered that this woman was crazy and that she might actually be lying. Though Isabelle never said any of her thoughts aloud, Irina could see the questions in the teenager's eyes.

"I'll explain everything in a little while, until then however are you hungry?" Irina asked in a kind voice.

Isabelle shook her head no.

"Alright then, I'll see you in a couple hours." Irina shoved the chair back towards the table and proceeded to walk out of the dismal room.

"Wait, you're not gonna let me out?" Isabelle spoke in a cracked voice.

"We can't have you running off now, besides take this time to really reminise, who knows, maybe you'll get an epiphany or something." With those final words Isabelle's newly found grandmother walked out of the room and shut the door to the confined space to which Isabelle had to stay in.

Back me down from backing up
Hold your breath now it's stacking up
Etched with marks, but I can deal
And you're the problem and you can't feel
Try this on, straitjacket feeling
so maybe I won't be alone
Take back now, my life you're stealing

Isabelle tried once again to wrench her hands free but she couldn't get out. She felt betrayed, even though she had no idea that her grandma was even alive, her mother might have known and even if she didn't she sure as hell wasn't working for a bank, not if her own mother was keeping a family member in a place like this.

Yesterday was over
Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be
That face is tearing holes in me again

Isabelle felt tears fill her eyes but she kept them from falling. She wasn't sure what her mother really did but whatever it was, she hoped that her mom would come and rescue her soon. Sure, Isabelle was clever and could hack into pretty much anything, but she currently she was chained to a pipe that was attached to a wall, how the hell was she supposed to get out of that situation?

Trust you is just one defense
off a list of others, you don't make sense
Beg me time and time again
to take you back now, but you can't win
Take back now, my life you're stealing

Sydney, Rachel, and Tom sat in a plane headed for Moscow. Sydney tried to sleep on the plane but everytime she closed her eyes she saw her daughter in another life taking situation. She had lost Vaughn she couldn't lose the only other person who reminded her so much of him as well, then there would be nothing of him left.

Yesterday was over
Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be
That face is tearing holes in me again
but today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all the things you put me through
I'm holding on by letting go of you

Sydney tried to think if she had noticed anyone watching her or if there had been anything unusual that happened in the last few months, but she kept drawing blanks. How had she not noticed if there was somebody watching? Either there hadn't been anyone watching or someone already knew there way around.

Only one name came to Sydney's mind.

Irina.

And when the memory slips away
There will be a better view from here
And only lonesome you remains
and just the thought of you I fear
it falls away

Irina walked with her two guards back to the main office area where she was conducting her business. She picked up a few files and continued to scan over several papers.

"Irina what do you want us to do with the girl?" One of the guards asked in an english accent.

The other one remained silent and stared awaiting orders.

"Leave her alone. Nothing happens to her, understand Sark?" Julian Sark nodded.

"It's just-well Sydney will find us, she'll find her daughter and I'd rather not be around for that." Sark said in an attempt to cover up his nervousness.

"Yes, she will find us but we'll be gone before she gets here, I'd like to get to know my grandchild if you don't mind, but like I said nothing happens to the girl." Irina said ending the conversation and returning to her files.

"What if she escapes?" Sark asked.

"Then we get her back, now leave." With those parting words Julian Sark and the other guard left.

Yesterday was over
Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be
That face is tearing holes in me again

Sydney took out her lap top and continued to watch the footage Marshall had recovered, she was looking for something anything that would lead to a possible location. She didn't want her mother to disappear before there was a chance of finding Isabelle.

Rachel and Tom sat next to each other quietly, they had gotten married a few years after Prophet Five went down and Irina disappeared once again. When Isabelle was little they would babysit her and they thought of her as family and would help Sydney in any way possible to find Isabelle.

but today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all the things you put me through
I'm holding on by letting go of you

Isabelle sat in the cold locked room trying to figure a way out of her captivity. She did her best to turn around to see exactly how she was chained up, she couldn't see much but it was enough to determine how she was stuck there. The pipe was rusted over but still Isabelle wasn't nearly strong enough to break the pipe. Her only way out was to find a break in the pipe and hoping beyond hope that the chains would come apart. It might work but still there was no guarantee.

Straightjacket Feeling - The All-American Rejects

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