| Sydney�s eyes shot open. She felt the coldness of steel and the comfort of bedsheets beneath her, and for a brief instant, she panicked. It wasn�t until she recalled what had last happened that she realized sruggling against her confines would be futile. Sydney sighed silently and closed her eyes once more. Suddenly she realized something felt different. As she re-opened her eyes and examined herself she saw she was no longer leather clad....instead she now wore a white sleeveless tee and dark cargo pants which felt a bit loose. She then felt her own hair against her neck and realized that she had been completely transformed back to her normal self....no leather....no blue hair. She raised her head as much as she could for someone handcuffed to bedposts and tried to take in her surroundings. Antique furniture furnished the room, which appeared to resemble a hotel room. As her eyes fell upon the drape-covered window to her right, her heart raced as she took in the possibility of escape. She began to struggle more intensely against the metal cuffs, manouvering. She felt them start to cut into her and began to look around for something to pick the lock....there was nothing...or...at least nothing she would have been able to obtain given her current position. Her head fell back on the pillow with agitation. Upon doing this her mind began to race. She thought about what was going to happen when SD-6 found out she was missing....she thought the same of her friends....she was supposed to be back the day after the mission....who knew how long she�d been knocked out for....it could have been days....she could be halfway around the world. The fear of not having any clue where she was....or...what day it was frightened her greatly....what about Francie.....Will was in the safe house....he wasn�t there to lie for her to Francie....what lie would she give her now when she gets out....if she gets out. Then her mind went to Vaughn. Was he dead? If somehow...by miracle he survived the flooded hallway....had they killed him already? Was he being held just like her someowhere esle? Had he escaped and contacted her father for help in finding her? So many unanswerable questions....so much fear. But she knew thinking about Vaughn was useless at the moment. She needed to worry about herself. Survival. That was the only thought currently in her mind. Suddenly, the door opened and a man dressed in all black, with cargo pants very similar to her own, stepped in. He held an very powerful-looking assault rifle. He sstepped forward and closed the door behind him. He walked over and laid the rifle into the chair to the right of the bed. He then stood up and looked at Sydney. His head then turned around to look at the door, as if checking it for some reason. Then, he turned back to Sydney with a cold and slightly eveil smirk on his face. He muttered something in Russian....it was too quiet for Sydney to hear. Then, he took a step closer to the bed. He now stood on the right of the bed and looked Sydney up and down. He had a look of lust on his face as he breathed heavily. Sydney tensed in her bindings, her heart pounding. He reached forward and placed his hand quickly on her cheek and started tracing his finger downward towards her chest. Sydney gritted her teeth and thrust her leg up kicking him in his side. He stumbled back and looked up at her, as if more determined. He suddenly climbed onto the bed and straddled her before she had a chance to kick him again. She struggled under him, but it was useless. His stradling of her prevented her legs from being useful and her hands were tied above her. She tried to yell out....but her angry scream was muffled by his left hand. He smiled slightly as he lay atop her. His right hand came up and crept its way under her shirt...continuing upwards. He sighed as he felt her soft skin on her flat stomach....he continued upwards. Almost to her chest, he leaned his head down....clearly aiming his mouth for her neck. Sydney�s head burst forward....hitting him with fury. He grunted in pain as he removed his hand from under her shirt and to his bleeding head. His eyes squinted from pain and he saw the blood on his hand. This enraged him. He gritted his teeth and grunted an english �bitch�. His hand reached down quickly, pulling a knife from its holder at his waist and shoving it angrily to her neck as his other hand reached down in a fury to his belt which he practically tore open. The door burst open and Irina stormed in followed by two armed guards. She rushed towards them and grabbed the knife from the man by twisting that arm around his back. Because of the fierceness of which she did it, he sat all the way up on his knees, though he still remained straddling Sydney. Irina held his arm behind him with her left hand and his knife in her right which was now wrapped around his front, so the sharp, cold blade pressed against his throat. Her face was next to his as he grunted from the pain she was inflicting with his arm. �You would be so lucky as to have me slit your throat.� She gritted through her teeth. She paused for a momet. �You�ll soon pray to God I had.� She hissed as she removed the knife from his throat and shoved him off of the bed with fury. He hit the floor hard as the two guards rushed to him and grabbed him up quickly and dragged him out the door as he cursed loudly in Russian. When her mother closed the door after they left, Sydney breathed heavily. Her mother turned towards her and looked at her. Sydney lay on the bed....eyes half filled with fear and half with fury, as they were slightly watered. Blood dripped from above her left eye....the wound she had recieved when she head-butted her attacker. Her shirt was raised several inches above her waist, and both the botton and zipper on her pants were undone and opened slightly, slightly revealing a small bit of her underwear. Her mother straightened herself and forced herself to move towards her daughter. Sydney watched with her jaw set as her mother approached her slowly. Her mother stopped at the bedside and sat down, facing Sydney. She then lifted her hand towards her. Sydney tensed up. Her mother hesitated before continuing. She continued however and gently pulled Sydney�s shirt back down to her waist and then proceeded to fasten the together her pants. Sydney watched as she did....she didn�t know whether to be angry...or touched. Then she remembered how she had been put in the situation in the first place and chose anger. When Irina finished, she stood. �I....apologize for his indescretion. I assure you....he will regret it.� She told her daughter with anger in her eyes. �That makes two of you.� Sydney replied angrily, glaring into her mother�s eyes. Her mother smiled slightly. �Just like when you were a child....so defiant....no matter what.� Her smile faded. �That will get you killed one day.� She told her as she turned and walked around the bed to the other side, approaching the window and parting the drapes. The light shone in brightly upon Sydney�s face. Her eyes squinted as she felt as though she hadn�t seen daylight in awhile. Her mother turned back towards her. �You really only have two choices here Sydney.� She stepped closer. �You can resist....you can remain whom you have been brainwashed to be by your father....your boss....your country....� She paused. �....or...you can allow me to help you....to guide you. I had intended on killing you....however, once I saw you....in person for the fear time in almost thirty years....I....I saw that fire in your eyes....the same fire I myself had at your age.� �I am nothing like you.� Sydney spat out, taking offense at the mere suggestion that she was anything like her mother. Irina smiled slightly. �No....no Sydney....you are more like myself than you may ever know.� She paused. �It seems as though you need more time....� She trailed off. �Time for what?� Sydney asked. Her mother merely looked at her for several moments, before turning towards the door. She watched her mother exit and close the door behind her. �Time for what?� Sydney yelled toward at closed door. |
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