Chapter 2

Sarah watched in disbelief until what she believed would mean her death. Morgan and Casey, both unconscious, even the possibility of getting help from anyone shot down. She could hold her own in a fight, but Casey could hold out longer, and he had already lost. She could never defeat the Intersect, she realized, especially if she was alone.

"But I can at least try," she murmured to herself. She jumped to her feet. Quick as a flash, she threw a punch. It hit, but the Intersect didn't seem to notice. He kicked above her head as she ducked below him. She slid her foot out in an attempt to kick his leg out from under him, but he effortlessly jumped over and kicked her square in the nose. The blood trickled down her face slowly and mockingly, as though it wanted her to suffer through watching her treasure try to kill her.

She wiped her arm across her face, ignoring the streak of red left behind. She leapt up once more, repeating the same thing. As the Intersect moved to dodge, she kicked, striking him in the chest. He flew back into the machinery, a loud CLASH echoing off the closed in walls.

"Chuck?" she asked, stepping cautiously towards the rubble.

Nothing.

She stood on her toes to see above the broken bits of metal. Just as she did, the Intersect lunged out at her, locking his hands around her throat.

"Ch...uck..." she rasped, clawing helplessly to escape his clutches. Her lungs pleaded desperately for oxygen. She didn't remember when, but somehow she had been pushed up against the wall, for when she put her foot back to kick it made a loud THUMP!

Suddenly, she realized that even if she could escape, she would never actually do anything to hurt him. She stopped struggling and let her feet dangle, but her hands unconsciously stayed fastened to Chuck's.

And then, it stopped. She fell to the ground, gasping for air, her lungs gratefully taking in as much as possible. Confused, she slowly lifted her head towards Chuck. His eyes had clouded over with some unfathomable thought, and he just stood, looming over her like a giant. An unknown emotion, whether it was even an emotion at all, flashed through his eyes. His face maintained its blank, insensate expression.

Without warning, he left. He just walked over the unconscious bodies of the Belgian and his scientist as if they weren't even there, over the debris of lab equipment as though it didn't exist, and he left, hospital robe and all, into the jungles of Southeast Asia.

She could hear herself whisper his name, but her voice was too small for anything to hear. The last thing she saw was a slight movement out of the corner of her eye, and then she fell into merciful unconsciousness.


It was horrific. He could see everything that was going on, every hit, every kick, every drop of blood that fell to the ground. He could see, but he could not do anything. His eyes were like the barrier that prevented him from helping her. What was actually going on, though?

Occasionally, Intersect photos would flash through his eyes, but how did they work? Were they the cause of the disaster taking place? He watched as the two men fought, how quick they were both caught off guard, and how quick they fell into unconsciousness. The first man seemed tough; he didn't seem the type to pass out from a single blow to the head. The other seemed extremely weak to begin with, so it was no surprise that he was knocked out before he could attack.

And then there was the woman. She fought gallantly, the compassion in her eyes the fuel that allowed her to fight such an opponent. But who, exactly, was the opponent? It seemed unreal, as though he were looking at the scene through another person's eyes. Was that what was happening? Could he, perhaps, be the good half that was trapped by the bad? Too many questions and the only answers he could give were mere speculation.

Passively, he watched as a hand latched itself to the woman's throat. She struggled to break free as she was slowly pushed against the wall. Then, the hand let go and she fell. It was as if the attacker had been struck into realization of his actions. Suddenly a message flashed like a marquee across his vision, but he couldn't read it.

And, just like that, the scenery changed. Everything was a blur.

"No..." he murmured, his voice echoing through the nothingness around him. "Please, help them..." His voice remained unnoticed, just as another voice penetrated the force field that protected him.

"Chuck..."


As she opened her eyes, she noticed she was no longer at the Belgian's hideout. It took a moment before she recognized the government issued computers and "decor."

"This is castle," she whispered.

"General, if we can find him, maybe we can—"

"Those are your orders, Agent Casey."

She sat up to try to pick up more of the conference. She heard Casey's grunt and pictured him straightening his posture and standing at attention.

"Yes, General." His voice was laced with cleverly disguised disappointment and annoyance.

"Are we clear?" General Beckman's voice was seemingly unemotional, as always.

"Yes, General."

What are the orders? Sarah thought, though she already knew what they were.

"When Agent Walker wakes up, please brief her. Your mission is to find the Intersect, and terminate him."


Sorry for how long this chapter took for me to put up, especially because it tends to get worse near the end. A lot of things happened in the past two weeks that really took away my will power... :(

Anyway, please tell me what you think. What was wrong with the chapter? What was right with the chapter? Even if you have something bad to say, just review! That way I can improve. :)

Rachel