Hey all! The new Alias episode was kick ass right? I loved it and I taped it because it was so awesome! I knewVaughn was still alive and apparently so did Syd. Anyway from here on out I'm kind of following my own way so even though the new episodes of Alias are coming on I'm still going to write the story the way I saw it so Ihope that wont be an issue and I will try to mention the things that have happened unless it really intereferes with how my story is going. Well here's the next chapter!
Discovering The Waterfront
-Chapter 11-
Uninspired, Alone, and Tired
After what seemed like hours of non-stop running, Isabelle and Mark entered the basement of another C.I.A. safehouse. It wasn't much of a house as it was a deserted building the tunnel happened to be connected to. The basement was dusty and the stairs squeaked as they walked up them. Once the two exited the basement the rest of the building was basically a giant wharehouse with a few steel tables here and there. It was cold and empty but the fact that there was no one else around was almost a relief to Isabelle.
Isabelle leaned against the wall and caught her breath for a few seconds. Mark sat on the floor leaning against the same wall as Isabelle.
"What do we do now?" Mark asked, breaking the silence.
"Wait." Isabelle said quietly as she sat down next to Mark.
"For how long?" Mark asked even quieter than Isabelle had been.
"I don't know." Isabelle told Mark as an uneasy silence fell upon them.
Isabelle looked at the ground secretly hoping someone would show up soon and the pressure would be off of her to do something about everything that was happening.
Mark sat quietly wondering to himself if Isabelle was alright.
"My family lied to me. My mom, everyone I know lied." Isabelle whispered answering Mark's unasked question.
"To be fair, I've had my share of lies to." Mark tried his hand at being comforting even though he wasn't one for sympathy, a little trait he had inherited from both of his parents.
"My dad's still alive and I had to learn about it from some guy who I've never even met before. Then who helps me leave the original kidnappers, my father. I don't even know how I'm going to talk to him." Isabelle kept her eyes glued to the accumulated dust on the floor.
"Maybe you should just be nice to him. I'm sure he's not going to know what to say either." Mark offered his bit of wisdom from a similar situation he had had a few years before.
"Thanks." Isabelle looked up from the ground, a small smile forming.
"I'm sorry about before." Mark admitted referring to their past encounter.
"Why did you do it?" Isabelle had to finally bring herself to ask the very question neither one wanted to ask or hear.
"I had to. My mother, she, well she's not a good person. Years ago she and my grandmother were involved in an organization called The Covenant, they stole things from the C.I.A. or ruined missions basically anything to stay ahead. They were actually pretty powerful but then she was shot and the Rambaldi thing all went to hell. Then I showed up, probably not at the best time." Isabelle could hear the small amount of pain hinted in Mark's voice as he explained.
"So you did it because she ordered you to?" Isabelle asked wondering why he would just give in to orders like that.
"Yeah. You don't know her. She has contacts that'll make your life a living hell. From day one, I was doing things for her, I'm her assistant I do what she tells me because I have to." Mark looked tearful as his confession finally came out.
"And your father?" Isabelle wanted the whole story, she hated how much pain her questions were causing but she wanted the truth, the whole truth, no more lies.
"He wasn't around much when I was little, then suddenly he showed up again. He's actually a pretty decent guy but my mother told him about some new organization she was involved in and he walked away. I don't really know what happened and I haven't talked to him in about a year." Mark said quietly as he stood from his seat.
"I'm sorry." Isabelle said trying to ease the tension that had slowly found it's way into the warehouse.
"Don't be." Mark said sounding honest and sincere.
There was a small sound from a distant place away. It sounded like a bottle was being moved but neither one of the two in the warehouse could be sure. Isabelle quietly rose from her seat and Mark stood in front of her.
Another sound, louder now, was heard. This one sounded like a car was pulling up and people were getting out. They could hear a small sound like people moving.
"Hand me the gun." Mark whispered sounding scared.
"How do I know you're not going to turn around and shoot me?" Isabelle asked not quite believing in Mark's subtle kindness.
"You don't." Mark said shrugging his shoulders...and she handed him the gun.
Mark had some difficulty leveling the gun with his hands still handcuffed together so Isabelle uncuffed him. He raised the gun as they headed for the door. They looked out the small window above one of the metal tablesto see Lauren Reed with about adozen armed men.
"Son of a bitch." Isabelle stated louder than she had intended.
Mark looked at the people standing and wondered how they had managed to find them.
Isabelle turned around and took the gun from Mark's lowered hand. She pointed it at him and backed him against a wall.
"Why is she here?" Isabelle asked in a threatening tone.
"I-I don't kn-know." Mark stammered as the gun was pressed against his neck.
"I wan't the truth." Isabelle yelled at him.
"That is the truth!" Mark shouted back.
"Then how did she find you?" Isabelle asked as she moved the gun from Mark's neck to the side of his head.
"I don't know!" Mark screamed angrily.
"You know I might have really bad aim but I doubt I could miss from here." Isabelle pulled back the hammer and waited, if she had to she would put a bullet in Mark's brain.
"I didn't call her. I wouldn't call her, I don't need her to come rescue me. Even if I did, she wouldn't come for me. The only reason she's here is because she wants to hand you over to her new organization." Mark said desperately.
Isabelle thought over what he said and looked at his eyes. He looked sincere but Isabelle couldn't tell, at least not completely. After what seemed like hours for the both of them, Isabelle lowered the gun.
"Fine." Isabelle said her voice lowering.
Before either one could say another word a smoke bomb crashed through the window and went off inside the warehouse. Isabelle tucked the gun in her jeans and hid behind the wall. Mark however had chosen to form his own plan and pushed over a few of the tables, not hiding behind one of them. He found a broken pipe and ducked behind one of the fallen tables. This one however was surrounded by a few boxes, making Mark almost invisable.
Alongside all hearts as they finish with backdrop cities
Like jagged teeth digging deeper
Ripping new wounds for former scars
Stricken with insomnia
Sickened lungs insist on heavy breathing
The enemy entered the building, the guns could be heard being loaded. Isabelle held her breath trying to be as quiet as possible. She quietly thanked her mother for giving her the gun she could use to protect herself.
Mark held the pipe close to him waiting to use it.
And the conductor is conducting electrical time signatures
And I fall into rhythm.
And my life is a rhythm
And my feet will improvise;
(my feet off beat, my feet off beat)
As I sputter at the knee like a leaking faucet
Isabelle looked out from the wall to see every single one of the soldiers quielty searching the warehouse in the clearing smoke. She looked at Mark who signaled something to her. She turned back behind the wall as one of the soldiers looked up and towards her hiding space. So far no commotion had been made but Mark was about to make all that go away. He needed one of the guns they were holding but he wasn't sure if he could get one. Isabelle had the gun now and if she understood what Mark had told her to do, they would get out alive and Mark would get one of the guns to help.
You'll be undercover, under covers,
(Concrete coated gazes in hot pursuit of self-made mazes)
Sleeping with the enemy
(Talking circles around each other,)
This is what we like to call internal espionage
(Deserting halos to be
Handcuffed and hogtied with your words)
Mark waited until he heard someone step very close to him. He swung the pipe as hard as he could. He heard the pipe strike something, the crack was umistakable, he had hit the leg of one of the soldiers. Mark hit the soldier again, knocking him out. There were several hallways in the warehouse and there was only two soldiers in the room Mark and Isabelle were in. Isabelle came out from her hiding spot and shot at the other soldier who was heading towards Mark. She hit his arm making him drop his gun, she fired again and hit him in the stomach. He fell back bleeding on the floor and Isabelle felt a small amount of guilt for being the cause.
Mark stood from his hiding space holding a new gun that he could use.
"We need to take care of the rest of them." Mark whispered and Isabelle nodded in agreement.
On the search for girls
(Stricken with insomnia)
With milk-carton father figures
My veins are pulsing
(Free-form jazz)
To peninsula extremities
My fingertips tap
Polyrhythms like nervous fragments from a nervous mouth
And these words set the cadence
To the crude interpretation of scripts and codes
Breeding pixels without homes-
Reside in my mind; Resonate in my eyes
Isabelle could hear the crackling of a radio from the soldier she had shot. She grabbed the radio and put it in her pocket. She grabbed Mark's arm and pulled him behind the wall as another soldier ran in.
The soldier checked the shot soldier and then the unconcious soldier. He looked disappointed.
He took out his radio and spoke into it.
"Lewis is dead and Reynolds is unconcious. We need to find those kids." The soldier said and the message echoed in the room.
"Turn it off." Mark whispered harshly when he realized Isabelle had the radio.
The soldier took his gun and opened fire at the wall. The two hit the ground and waited for the gunfire to cease. After the gun shots stopped Mark grabbed the stolen gun and opened fire on the enemy. The soldier wasn't prepared and fell to the ground.
You'll be undercover, under covers,
(Concrete coated gazes in hot pursuit of self-made mazes)
Sleeping with the enemy
(Talking circles around each other,)
This is what we like to call internal espionage
(Deserting halos to be
Handcuffed and hogtied with your words)
Isabelle looked at the two dead bodies and let out a small amount of breath. Sure they were going to kill the two of them first, but Isabelle still couldn't get over the fact that they were responsible for the deaths.
Mark took ammo off of the soldiers and took the other radio.
They ran down the empty hallway where they could choose to run either way. Lights from two flashlights were shining down one hallway and in the other there was only one light. Mark motioned for Isabelle to go down the hallway with only one light while he would go down the other hallway.
They took off in opposite directions and tried to stay as quiet as possible.
So affect this love affliction.
Leave the injured overturned;
Fight for breath with flailing arms,
In vain, to float the bane.
Isabelle saw the light from the flashlight edging closer to where she stood, she waited for it to get close enough before she jumped out from her hiding place and fired.
She heard the body drop and stopped shooting. She could hear more gunfire from a seperate hallway where Mark had taken care of the other two soldiers.
Tentative tastes for those less interesting
Leave the injured overturned.
Fight for breath with flailing arms,
In vain, to float the bane.
Isabelle walked down the hallway carefully stepping over the dead soldier's body. She continued to walk before she heard someone running in the hallway. She took her gun and fired, the soldier didn't expect her to be there and had fallen almost instantly.
Mark raced down the hallway and took care of three soldiers. He felt out of breath and sat down in the hallway. If any soldier were to come down the hallway he could still take care of them.
Isabelle walked quietly down the hallway before she tripped over two bodies on the floor.
She looked down to see the last twosoldiers' dead bodied. She noticed they had been shot multiple times so she picked up the radio and spoke into it.
"Mark, did you take care of the last twosoldiers?" Isabelle asked anxiously.
"No." Mark answered breathlessly.
"I think we have a problem." Isabelle stated worriedly.
You'll be undercover, under covers,
(Concrete coated gazes in hot pursuit of self-made mazes)
Sleeping with the enemy
(Talking circles around each other,)
This is what we like to call internal espionage
(Deserting halos to be
Handcuffed and hogtied with your words)
"Isabelle what happened?" Mark asked the radio cracking.
"I didn't kill him." Isabelle whispered quietly causing Mark to have to put his ear to the radio to hear her.
"Then who did?" Mark asked.
"That would be me." Lauren said putting a gun to Isabelle's head. Isabelle dropped the handgun and put her hands up.
I'm sorry that chapter took so long to finish writing. I was having problems with fanfiction and finally it was working now. So anyway I hope you liked this chapter. Please leave me some reviews.
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