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1 through F › Alias
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
2,549
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Alias, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
CHAPTER 11 : A CONVERSATION
Mallory's clicking heels could be heard coming down the hallway, as Jan jarred
himself awake. He didn't know how long he had been out, but obviously Mallory was
returning for round two. He heard the key slide into the padlock, and saw the door open, her
form moving through the shadows.
"I see you had another nice nap," said Mallory with a smile, running her hand down Jan's bare chest.
"Who needs a four star hotel when you can sleep chained in a cold, damp warehouse?" said
Jan sarcastically. Mallory instantly brought her hand up, slapping him across the face as
she had done earlier.
"I thought we talked about this, Jan," she said, her tone expressing a disappointment in his
inability to learn the lesson. "Show some respect." She walked towards the corner of the
room, and sat on a folding chair, crossing her legs and folding her arms in front of her.
"So, are you ready to tell me, or do we need to continue?"
Jan sighed. "If I knew what you were asking, I might tell you," he said genuinely. "But I
have no idea what it is that you want from me, so I wish you would see that I can't help you."
Mallory laughed. "You can't seriously tell me that your adoptive parents didn't tell you about your legacy? Your desitny? Did they really keep you completely in the dark?"
"Apparently so," said Jan, his eyes meeting Mallory's as best he could through the shadows. Even though fear coursed through his veins, Jan would be damned if he let her see the effect she was having on him.
"Interesting," said Mallory, keeping her position and still looking directly at him. "Would
you like me to tell you what I know? Maybe then you'll fill in some of the blanks. You're
going to find out anyay when I turn you over to them, so I don't see the harm in giving you
a little bit of information."
"Sure, I'm not going anywhere," he said, again in a sarcastic tone, but this time Mallory let it go. "What I don't understand is- who are you turning me over to? Who would want this done to me?"
"The followers of Rambaldi," Mallory replied, looking at Jan to see how he reacted to the
name. His face was filled with confusion.
"Who?" he asked, wondering if he had heard the name before. For some reason he couldn't understand, though he had no idea who this Rambaldi was, he had a clear vision in his mind of a woman when he heard the name. "Who is she?" he asked.
"She?" asked Mallory, laughing a bit. "Now that's interesting. Milo Rambaldi was a man, a 15th Century prophet. Apparently he spoke about you a great deal. now tell me something, why did you assume he was a woman?"
Jan sighed, and figured since she was being forthcoming with information, the best way to keep her talking was to give her a little something in return. "I just pictured a woman, that's all. He spoke about me in the 15th Century? How is that even possible?"
"When Rambaldi is involved, you'll soon learn that many things are possible," said Mallory, her gaze still focused on him. "Rambaldi spoke of many people, and many things. He spoke of a passenger, that would be a direct conduit to him. He spoke of a Chosen One, and a Destined One. I believe you are the Destined One, Jan, but the part I don't understand is how you fit into it all. The identities of all these people have always been hidden from me, but if I were to guess, I would say your mother in the Chosen One. So what I want to know is- who is your birth mother? I have been searching for her
identity for years, and right now I think you are my key to finding her."
Jan was quiet, taking all this in. The Destined One? Him? It couldn't be. What was this woman on? He closed his eyes and the vision returned- the woman. Could she be his mother? Could she be the Chosen One Mallory was looking for? Jan was determined that no matter who she was- he was going to protect her.
"I was never told who my birth mother was, or my birth father," he said, his tone genuine since it was the truth. Mallory sighed.
"I had hoped you would have more information. I had hoped you would have the answer," she said, shaking her head. She stood, coming very close to Jan, and smiled. "I've enjoyed our little chat, my dear. But I'm afraid, if you can't answer my questions, I will need to turn you over to the followers. I have no idea what they need you for or what they plan to do with you, but I can promise you this- it will not be fun, and will most likely be painful. Oh, well," she said, shrugging her shoulder.
"Wait, can't you at least let me down?" Jan naively asked. Mallory laughed again.
"And give you the chance to run? I think not," she said with a smile. "I'll be back for you in a few hours, once I've secured our travel arrangements." With that, Mallory left the room and locked the door behind her, her footsteps again telling Jan she was moving away from him.
He closed his eyes and again saw the image of the woman in his mind. She was so beautiful, and something inside Jan told him she was his mother. "Don't worry, Mom, or whoever you are," he said to himself, his eyes shut tightly looking at the woman in his mind. "I'll protect you."
In the distance, Jan heard loud crashes of thunder and saw bright flashes of lightening through the warehouse's small window. He had no idea that with the storm, came his rescue.
****************************END OF PART 11************************************
himself awake. He didn't know how long he had been out, but obviously Mallory was
returning for round two. He heard the key slide into the padlock, and saw the door open, her
form moving through the shadows.
"I see you had another nice nap," said Mallory with a smile, running her hand down Jan's bare chest.
"Who needs a four star hotel when you can sleep chained in a cold, damp warehouse?" said
Jan sarcastically. Mallory instantly brought her hand up, slapping him across the face as
she had done earlier.
"I thought we talked about this, Jan," she said, her tone expressing a disappointment in his
inability to learn the lesson. "Show some respect." She walked towards the corner of the
room, and sat on a folding chair, crossing her legs and folding her arms in front of her.
"So, are you ready to tell me, or do we need to continue?"
Jan sighed. "If I knew what you were asking, I might tell you," he said genuinely. "But I
have no idea what it is that you want from me, so I wish you would see that I can't help you."
Mallory laughed. "You can't seriously tell me that your adoptive parents didn't tell you about your legacy? Your desitny? Did they really keep you completely in the dark?"
"Apparently so," said Jan, his eyes meeting Mallory's as best he could through the shadows. Even though fear coursed through his veins, Jan would be damned if he let her see the effect she was having on him.
"Interesting," said Mallory, keeping her position and still looking directly at him. "Would
you like me to tell you what I know? Maybe then you'll fill in some of the blanks. You're
going to find out anyay when I turn you over to them, so I don't see the harm in giving you
a little bit of information."
"Sure, I'm not going anywhere," he said, again in a sarcastic tone, but this time Mallory let it go. "What I don't understand is- who are you turning me over to? Who would want this done to me?"
"The followers of Rambaldi," Mallory replied, looking at Jan to see how he reacted to the
name. His face was filled with confusion.
"Who?" he asked, wondering if he had heard the name before. For some reason he couldn't understand, though he had no idea who this Rambaldi was, he had a clear vision in his mind of a woman when he heard the name. "Who is she?" he asked.
"She?" asked Mallory, laughing a bit. "Now that's interesting. Milo Rambaldi was a man, a 15th Century prophet. Apparently he spoke about you a great deal. now tell me something, why did you assume he was a woman?"
Jan sighed, and figured since she was being forthcoming with information, the best way to keep her talking was to give her a little something in return. "I just pictured a woman, that's all. He spoke about me in the 15th Century? How is that even possible?"
"When Rambaldi is involved, you'll soon learn that many things are possible," said Mallory, her gaze still focused on him. "Rambaldi spoke of many people, and many things. He spoke of a passenger, that would be a direct conduit to him. He spoke of a Chosen One, and a Destined One. I believe you are the Destined One, Jan, but the part I don't understand is how you fit into it all. The identities of all these people have always been hidden from me, but if I were to guess, I would say your mother in the Chosen One. So what I want to know is- who is your birth mother? I have been searching for her
identity for years, and right now I think you are my key to finding her."
Jan was quiet, taking all this in. The Destined One? Him? It couldn't be. What was this woman on? He closed his eyes and the vision returned- the woman. Could she be his mother? Could she be the Chosen One Mallory was looking for? Jan was determined that no matter who she was- he was going to protect her.
"I was never told who my birth mother was, or my birth father," he said, his tone genuine since it was the truth. Mallory sighed.
"I had hoped you would have more information. I had hoped you would have the answer," she said, shaking her head. She stood, coming very close to Jan, and smiled. "I've enjoyed our little chat, my dear. But I'm afraid, if you can't answer my questions, I will need to turn you over to the followers. I have no idea what they need you for or what they plan to do with you, but I can promise you this- it will not be fun, and will most likely be painful. Oh, well," she said, shrugging her shoulder.
"Wait, can't you at least let me down?" Jan naively asked. Mallory laughed again.
"And give you the chance to run? I think not," she said with a smile. "I'll be back for you in a few hours, once I've secured our travel arrangements." With that, Mallory left the room and locked the door behind her, her footsteps again telling Jan she was moving away from him.
He closed his eyes and again saw the image of the woman in his mind. She was so beautiful, and something inside Jan told him she was his mother. "Don't worry, Mom, or whoever you are," he said to himself, his eyes shut tightly looking at the woman in his mind. "I'll protect you."
In the distance, Jan heard loud crashes of thunder and saw bright flashes of lightening through the warehouse's small window. He had no idea that with the storm, came his rescue.
****************************END OF PART 11************************************