A/N: Fate has arrived on the fourth of July. :smiles:
Sirens burst through the hot Nevada air. Red lights flashed across the many weaving streets, had it been night, the red lights would have shown up all of the lights of Sin City. Dawn had just broken and the sun was just rising above the horizon, shedding light on the land that never slept. The silhouettes of the team ridding in the front car of the long procession provided to be just as grim as the tension that continually rose as each minute passed. The only noise within the SUV was the GPS directing the officer in the drivers' seat were they were headed.
Sara stared up at the light that shown down on her. She knew it not to be heaven, for no angels would be coming to save her from her watery tomb. Just as well, for she had never believed in heaven or hell, and maybe she had been right in thinking that when you die that's it. There is no after life, no reincarnation. It was a wonderful story to believe in when she had nothing else to hold onto as a child. But she was no longer that child, and fairy tales could no longer save her from the grasps of her harsh reality.
As they neared the outskirts of the city at an ever fastening pace, the team stared out of the windows upon the expansive desert that seemed to stretch out into eternity that seemingly touched the edges of the sun. The winding road that they traveled was empty, and they now were reaching speeds encroaching dangerously upon 100 mph. This was a race against time, time was crucial, and was beginning to run out rapidly.
Floating in the water that now had streaks of lights slashing through it mystified Sara. She remembered the times when she was younger and would dive down as far as she could within the depths of the ocean and look up into the light that tried to grasp her from above. Sara shivered as she once again felt the cold that would race down her spine as the arctic water of the bottom of the ocean would make her skin ridged with goose bumps. Sara remembered as her friends used to search for her, playing it as a game. Sara usually always won because she could hold her breath the longest, but sometimes someone would get lucky and find her, bringing her back up to the surface. Only now as Sara stared through the foggy Plexiglas did she hope that this would be one of those lucky times, were the metal doors beyond her would open, and someone would set her free from her watery tomb.
Tears fell from every eye as they neared the warehouse that could be seen clearly in the distance. They were so near yet they would not know what they would find there. Would she be there or was this just another piece of the puzzle that her captor had created. And if it was in fact where Sara actually was, would they find her alive or dead? Hearts started to beat faster in waiting as they arrived at the gates of the warehouse. The officer climbed out and raced to the back of the SUV to grab the metal cutters. He ran with the tool to the gate and broke the chain that locked the gates, pulling it off and throwing it aside along with the tool. The officer ran back to the car and rammed the gates open. They had now reached the metal doors of the warehouse.
Sara was beginning to fade as her vision began to become impaired, and she now was struggling to hold her breath. Her hope had fallen away from her as well as her faith in her own will to survive. She had now accepted that she was no longer in control. Not in the least sense. She thought that she had gone insane when she heard banging on the metal doors, and then when they opened she surely thought that she had lost her mind. But when she saw the familiar forms of her friends, she knew that she could not be hallucinating.
Using the only strength that she had left, Sara began to hit against the thick Plexiglas. They ran towards her pressing their palms against the glass in an attempt to calm her down, which was successful when she pressed both her palms against the glass as well. Sara's heart stopped beating and her vision faded away with the image of her friends coming to rescue her. Her hands slipped from the glass as she floated now not of her own accord. In the light that streamed down upon her, Sara looked like an angel floating up to heaven, with white silk draped around her. Her hair flowed through the water, glistening in the light that held her in suspension of life.
Sara was gone when they began to saw through the Plexiglas that held her within her watery tomb. As they removed the slab of plastic, water began to flow out, pushing back the men holding onto the slab. The water rushed out with Sara coming crashing from the top, to the cement floor of the warehouse. Water flowed over her body as the paramedics moved in to resuscitate her.
She lay unmoving as the paramedics cut the dress off of her soaking wet body, when CPR did not bring her back; the Defibrillator pack was opened and applied to her still warm skin. Sara's body rose with each application of electric shock. When Sara's heart finally gave into the electricity that coursed through her body, the room let out a sigh of relief, the silence that had been there released itself as Sara choked water out of her lungs. Sara was thenput onto a stretcher and placed into an awaiting ambulance.
The team sat on the dusty ground of the desert and stared out into the now risen sun that Sara had raced off into. It was over. They had Sara safe and sound on her way to the hospital, but even that was not for sure. Sara was not out of the woods yet and neither were they. They still had to find the bastard that did this to her with evidence that they did not have. They all had a long road of recovery to deal with. And Sara's survival was the first step.
A/N: So Happy 4th to all of you. I hope my prezzie of Sara living, (for now, muahaha), made it even more special for you. Even though that is quite coincided of me to say. :smiles:
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