Chronicle, a round-robin story

Okay the title might be kind of odd, but I had to think of something. I thought it was appropriate seeing as this story is being passed around. This is a round-robin for everyone to add to. Here the first chapter:

*disclaimer: I don't own alias, nor does anyone else here.

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The room was bare. The gray concrete only seemed to be closing in as time passed. The single light bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered as if it would burn out momentarily.

The woman sat motionless, restrained to the chair. Her outfit could have been described as trendy, if it had not been torn in a fight. Sydney shook her head in an attempt to stay awake. Whatever they had drugged her with had not worn off yet. She barely heard the door open.

"Well, Miss Bristow, have you had enough time to consider my offer?" Sark smiled as he entered. He pulled the other chair from the wall and sat down in front of her, meeting her defiant gaze.

Sydney remained silent, but pulled against her restraints. She wanted to leap from the chair and strangle him. She would have.

"Not enough time, Love?" He questioned and stood. "Maybe a night in the dark will help your thoughts." With that he went to the door and slammed it behind him.

Sydney kept pulling on the restraints, but it proved useless. Apparently, Sark had taken every caution possible to keep her from escaping. Everything she had been carrying had been taken. And not only was she handcuffed to the chair, but also tied with rope and duct-taped.

She wracked her brain for any escape scenarios.

Then the light went out and she was left in darkness.

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I started it. Some one can pick up with the story. I think to avoid possible confusion please say if you are going to write the next part.

This post has been edited by Celtic Jedi on Sep 13 2003, 07:11 PM

i must say really good start, but i'm being shy and i don't want to start the next part i'll give someone else the pleasure.don't worry i will pick up the story some other time just want to see it develop a little further

What the hell

I will take chapter 2

give me acoupke of days, but you never know ehn time and inspraition will strike

I promis e to get it up before the end of the week

Brenda

i look forward to reading it

Chapter 2
Brenda Wood

This is short but hopefully a worthy addition

discalimer- I don't own these cahracters or anyhting alias just writing a fan fic
JJ Abrams season 3 is just 2 weeks away YEAY!!!
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Vaughn was upset. Sydney had disappeared on him and he just knew that Sark had her.

Damn it - she had to be close by but where? And what was happening to her?

He sighed- as the other team members came running up to meet him
Dixon and Jack were among them. One look at Vaughn and they were both pretty sure what had happened.

Dixon tried to reassure them that Sydney woudl be all right and they would find her soon.

Jack didn't answer but he hoped to hell she was OK. This life his daugher lead. it made him sick with worry. She wasn't a cat with nine lives she was a human being with one- and she had had several miracles already. Was this the time her luck ran out??

The small team of agents made quick tracks back to the safehouse so they could evaluate the situation and wait to hear from Sark or from Sydney - at the very least they could begin to plan an attack of their own.

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back in the dark...

Sydney waited and let her eyes adjust. Able to pick out small shadows of Nothing!!

she pulled at her restriants and was rewarded with Nothing!

"Oh boy " she thought. " This is not good "
I am going to have to negotiate with Sark and I don't want to do that

Her cuts and brusies from the fight were painful and after a few years of this business and countless times as a hostage she wondered if maybe she should give up? She shook her head. No way could she do that - it betrayed her, it would kill vaughn and she was pretty sure her father would be hurt by her death.

OK Bristow- negotiate something

"SARK" she yelled- get back in here "I am ready to talk to you"

as she heard him unlock the door she wondered whatt exactly he wanted and how she could pretend to give it to him.


OK who is taking Chapter 3

This post has been edited by brenda_wood on Sep 17 2003, 02:15 PM

sorry about the typos I hit send instead of preview

my bad

brenda

brenda, cool update

any volunteer for chapter 3?

This post has been edited by Celtic Jedi on Sep 17 2003, 01:15 PM

me me me(jumps up and down)please, this has been pretty good so far.just give me about 3 days,okay?

I just found this today. I really like it. Can I have a pm when you update? And why did sark call her love?

I wrote that part I've been reading too much sark fiction

This post has been edited by Celtic Jedi on Sep 20 2003, 02:55 PM

Well i say we go back to killing vaughn fiction!!!!!!!

as I said three days, here you go

Chapter 3


“Did you change your mind miss bristow?” Sark said, as he began approaching Sydney.

The light flickered on and she could make out the man in front of her with a devilish grin on his face.

“What is it you want from me exactly?” Sydney asked as he took a seat in the other chair.

“The C.I.A. has some information I need, you…are one of my ways of getting it”.

“What makes you think I’ll do anything for you?” Laughter filled the small area. Sark stood up and began pacing round. He noticed Sydney eyeing him carefully then decided to answer.

“Because I, my dear, unlike all of your other capturers, am not afraid to kill you if you decide not to agree with my terms”. Sark stopped pacing, crossed his arms and waited for an answer, there was none.

“Well, what’s it going to be?” He asked, angry.

In her most confident tone: “I’ll think about it”.

“Time is running out miss Bristow, and I will not hesitate to take action”. With that Sark left the room.

Shit. She though. Now how the hell am I going to get out of here? She knew Sark was right; he probably would kill her if she didn’t go along with his plan.
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Back at the safe house in Galati, Romania, four unknown men sneaked up to the front of the house and two to the back door.

Inside the house, Vaughn, Jack, Dixon and Marshall were eating dinner.

When suddenly the six men surrounding the house burst in and within seconds had the four C.I.A. agents at gunpoint.

“Uh, okay, hi, would you like to join us for dinner or something?” Marshall asked, terrified.

While Jack, Dixon and Vaughn had the same terrified look on their face. Eating was definitely not an option now.

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so what you think? who's next?

great job, LightTraveller It's funny how you threw Marshall in

Hours past and Sydney finally made uo her mind.
"Sark, I'll talk." she yelled into the camara.
He stepped through the door followed by... Sydney's mother!!
What the h*ll was she doing here.
"Glad to see you too" Irina said sarcastly to Sydney.
Sydney stayed quiet. She thought it best to let her mother tell her what exactly she wanted. "Now, she can be reasonable Mr. Sark" Irina said coldly.
"Luckly not as stubborn as her mother." he replied.
Irina didn't like the way Sark's reply so she quickly changed the subject.
"Sydney, i would like to know how many Rambaldi manuscripts the CIA and SD-6 have in their possetion" Irina said.
"And how would I know that?" she replied.
"You may not now but you will find out for us. And not only do I want to know how many they have but I would also like to know where the keep them."
"And you can go to he*l before I tell you!" Sydney screamed at her mother.
"We'll see. Mr. Sark please go and fetch Dr. Petrenko." Irina ordered in the strongest russian acent.
"I thought we agreed to kill her if she didn't tell." he complained.
"I think once Sydney feels what we can do to her she will be most happy to help us."
Sark leaves the room.
"Dr. Petrenko has come up with a new drug that when injected into a patient causes any touch senced by the nervous system to feel like the worst sort of pain" Irina said once Sark had left the room. "Do we need to see how well his new creation works?"

It wasnt good btu i felt if i was reading i needed to add so sorry if i screewed everything up. I delete if you want me too.