Discovering The Waterfront Chapter 9: Keeping A Promise Alive, an alias fanfic

I'm sorry this chapter took so long but I've just been really busy and I wanted to complete this other story I kind of neglected. I've taken some time to work out this chapter and I think it's the best it can be. Here goes!

I think you know where the disclaimer is.

Discovering The Waterfront

-Chapter 9-

Keeping A Promise Alive

Isabelle said everything she was willing to say at that moment in time over the phone to her mom. She avoided nearly everything about the kidnapping and all the lies she had been told. If she was going to have an argument or at least discuss the issue she wanted to talk face to face with her mother. She told her mother as much as she knew about where she was and fortunately for Sydney, Isabelle wasn't too far out of reach.

"I'm sorry about before." Isabelle finally apologized before she was about to hang up.

"It's ok." Sydney said in the same comforting tone she used every night when Isabelle couldn't sleep.

Isabelle looked out the window and noticed a familiar black van race up to the building and stop.

"God no." Isabelle whispered slowly becoming more and more unaware she was still holding a phone.

"What is it?" Sydney's said but her words were lost as Isabelle clutched the phone tightly watching as Lauren and two associates with automatic weapons stepped out of the van.

"Damnit!" Isabelle shouted as the two associates immediately opened fire into the small coffee house.

Sydney could only listen as she heard the gun fire due to the fact that Isabelle had dropped the phone, not hung it up.

People in the small building dropped to the floor but Isabelle ran as fast as she possibly could, she slid over the counter and ran through the back kitchen and out the back door. She quietly caught her breath outside but then began running again just to get away.

When the guns stopped shooting, Sydney could make out the voices and what was being said.

"Where is she?" The voice obviously belonged to Lauren, but she didn't seem to be ordering someone, she was clearly asking.

"She ran out through the kitchen." It was a male's voice but he didn't sound much older than Isabelle and he didn't seem to be one of the people holding a gun as his voice was shaky but still strong.

"You didn't tell me there was a kitchen." Lauren half yelled, half said sounding frustrated.

"I didn't know mother, I only started working here a few minutes after she walked in." The boy's voice said angrily.

"Just go find her, alright Mark? Otherwise, I'll have to fix your mistake again." Lauren ordered her son.

"Fine." Mark bitterly said and Sydney could hear what sounded like a whispered 'bitch'.

This is not the end
This is just the beginning
And don't you know that everything we want
Is within our reach at fingertips length
We fought nonstop to make these nights our own
Now no one can take them away

Isabelle ran down the street passing the cars that had stopped due to the commotion in the coffee house. She ran through crowds of people who seemed to look at her like she was to blame for the shooting and in some way, they were right. She could hear a helicopter steadily approaching, was she really worth all this trouble?

She saw the helicopter way before any other person on the street did. It appeared over a building and once again she had to stop and check to make sure she wasn't just seeing things. As soon as she saw the small crowd of people turned in the same direction she believed it was there.

There was a small chance the helicopter wasn't for her, but that chance was very slim. The helicopter flew above the street and circled, trying to land somewhere. Isabelle turned a sickly pale color as soon as it landed in the middle of the street. She was frozen to the spot, until finally after what seemed like days she started running again.

Hands in the air (hands in the air)
No one make a sound (no one make a sound)
While you're in despair, we'll have our ears to the ground
Listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight
And I know we won't make it out alive

Mark ran down the street watching as the helicopter landed. He noticed Isabelle standing there looking terrified as it landed. Then like someone had flipped a switch, she took off again. He lost sight of her but watched who stepped out of the helicopter, it was Sydney and the previously thought deceased Vaughn.

"Wow, they're fast." Mark said sounding astounded that anyone could care that much about another person.

We could have had it all
Our backs against the wall
Our eyes blindfolded tight
Living what they call life

Isabelle couldn't focus, blood was pounding in her ears to the point where she was nearly deaf. She stopped running when she reached a large wall. There was no way she could get over it and she wasn't about to risk her life attempting to make it over. She was desperate to get away, but she wasn't desperate enough to never see another day just to escape.

Mark ran down the same alleyway that he had seen Isabelle run down. He needed to make her dissappear without bringing attention to himself.

We could have had it all
Our backs against the wall
Our eyes blindfolded tight
Living what they call life

(We could) We could havehad it all
(Our backs) Our backs against the wall
(Our eyes) Our eyes blindfolded tight

Isabelle stood in the alleyway, her back was turned to the street. Mark raced up behind her quietly and slammed her into the wall. He turned her around violently to look her in the face.

"Vincent?" Isabelle asked looking at the familiar face.

"It's Mark actually." Mark spoke in a different voice than he had used before, he sounded like he was from America but there was a slight accent to his voice.

"You called them." Isabelle realized and shelooked at Mark with a newfound contempt for the person who had acted like her friend.

"I had to." Mark soundedas ifhe was trying to explain his actions in a not so obvious way.

"No you didn't." Isabelle whispered to Mark, staring him down.

With hands in the air (hands in the air)
No one make a sound (no one make a sound)
While you're in despair, we'll have our ears to the ground
Listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight
And I know we won't make it out alive

Mark's cold glare eased when a loud bang rang through the air. He fell to the floor clutching his arm, blood was slowly seeping through the sleeve of his shirt. It wasn't a fatal wound but it would still leave him in pain for a little while.

Isabelle breathed a little easier but immediately tensed up again when she saw who was holding the gun. She put her hands up and leaned against the wall, this time it was by choice.

We won't make it out alive
When you burn down these bridges
And you build up these walls
And you tore out these pages
And there's nothing left at all
And when that day comes
And we're all still here
Will you be waiting?
Will you be waiting?

"Relax, I'm not going to shoot you." Vaughn said smiling at his daughter's reaction. She looked like she was caught in the middle of a crime, even though she was completely fine.

"Are you alright?" Vaughn asked, his fatherly concern kicking in. To be honest he wasn't really thinking when he fired the gun, he probably could have just punched out the boy who had Isabelle pinned to the wall but instead he took the more violent route.

"F-Fine." Isabelle stuttered feeling slightly panicked even though she knew this was her father. He had let her go the first time she was kidnapped, even though he was the one who had taken her from her home. Countless people had leaked that small tidbit of information that her dad was still alive, well not countless but she still believed what she had been told.

Sydney showed up a few seconds later, she glanced down at the bleeding kid with a bullet in his arm and thought that this must have been the person she had heard on the phone.

"Mom." Isabelle rushed towards her mother and all the pain of betrayalshe had felt the last few days suddenlymelted away when her mother gave her the warmest hug she had ever recieved.

You all must be thinking, FINALLY THIS CHAPTER IS UP! Yes this did take me a while and forgive me if its short but I need to keep you all hooked so sadly I need to cut off the chapter at some point. Anyway you know what to do and the next chapter will most likely be up shortly.

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