So this is my Second attempt at Fan fic on this site and all opinions are more then welcome.
Umm, this is just a fic, there may be relationships in it, not to sure on that yet but generally its good ole Alias fun.
Rating is around PG 13 for some swearing and little violence, i'll let you know if that changes in any chapter.
Once again sadly i have nothing to do with Alias and dont own any of its characters, the only ones i do own are the ones I made for this story..
I hope you guys like it, any and all reviews, opionion, ideas and critisims are welcome.
Chapter One:
I was young, barely seven years old, I remember it was a cold night, so cold my nurse put an extra blanket on my bed, I remember a cold wind, dark clouds, no lightening just thunder and rain, it turned into snow in the morning, I remember waiting for my mamma to come home, I tried to stay awake, I missed her and the storm kept waking me up.
It was late, I know it was, so late the house was black, no lights were on, the lights in the street were out, my nurse had gone home, it was just me and her in the house, the one woman in all the world I thought was invincible, next to my mother of course.
I woke up, I thought it was the storm, or maybe my mothers footsteps on the stairs, I got up and went to my door, it wasn’t mamma she would have turned the lights on, had something to eat before coming up to bed, it wasn’t the storm, it was something else, I padded down the hall to her room, I was quiet, I knew mamma didn’t like loud noise and I didn’t want her to be angry at me. I was careful, the floor boards squeaked, I pushed open her door, she was awake, crying, the blanket pulled up around herself, her hair was in front of her face, but she was crying, I knew she was, she was saying something, over and over again, something I couldn’t hear, I snuck into the room and padded to the side of her bed, I don’t think she even knew I was there.
I reached out, to touch her, she gasped and her head snapped up, she looked at me, like I was a ghost, or the ghost of a nightmare, I had seen that look before, but never on her face, never on her, I touched her arm, I thought maybe I could make the bad things go away, maybe I could make the ghosts stop hurting her, she was a good person, the ghosts should leave good people alone.
She started to cry again I didn’t want her to be sad, I crawled into the bed and sat in her lap, I curled into her, I hugged her, like I had seen mamma hug her, I wanted to make things better, like mamma could, mamma could make everything ok again, I wanted to help her, but I was too little to understand, to young to understand, I just hugged her, she cried on me, cried herself back to sleep. I stayed in her room that night, I heard mamma come home, and she checked on me, she panicked when she saw I wasn’t in my room. She came in; she saw I was safe, I was curled up stroking the sad woman’s face trying to make everything better. Mamma smiled at me, kissed me good night, ever since poppa died she made sure to kiss me good night, even if she came home late.
I didn’t want to leave that room the next morning, even when my nurse came, she took me sledding, I didn’t really want to go, she needed me, she was upset, she was sad, why was she sad, mamma said when I was big she would tell me, but I was too little.
Natalya Samuels sat in her lounge room happily watching her three year old daughter play on the carpet floor. The book she was reading lay forgotten as her three year old rammed a truck into the coffee table.
“Careful sweetheart, you don’t want to break it.” She warned gently as her daughter giggled happily.
Laura looked up at her with her big brown eyes and laughed and went back to her game.
Natalya smiled warmly and picked up her book again, skimming a few lines before glancing over at her daughter, every few minutes she would stop and make sure Laura wasn’t doing anything to hurt herself, or break the furniture.
It was the door bell that put a dampener on the quiet afternoon that Natalya had planned.
“Lets see who’s at the door Laura.” She said brightly putting down her book and scooping up her energetic little bundle.
“Daddy home?” she asked eagerly.
“No sweetie, daddy won’t be home for a few more hours yet.” She smiled and was about to pull open the front door when the phone rang.
She sighed and looked from the door to the phone down the hall.
She hefted Laura’s weight on her hip and headed to the phone calling back “Just a minute,” To whoever was on the other side of the door.
“Natalya Samuels speaking.” She said quickly as the door bell rang again.
“They know everything, they know who you are, get your daughter and get out.” The voice was strange, altered she had never heard a voice like it before, only in movies and on T.V when someone had been kidnapped and the bad guys were calling for a ransom.
“Who is this?” she demanded looking to Laura who had gotten bored and was fiddling with her mother’s necklace.
The phone went dead.
Natalya hung up, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end, her skin crawling, she suddenly felt cold all over.
The door bell rang again.
Natalya hefted her daughters’ weight again and headed to the door, she pulled it open trying to regain her composure.
Two men in stiff suits and long over jackets stood there, eyes hard faces unreadable.
“Can I help you?” she asked brightly though her stomach twisted with something… dread.
“Ma’am we need you to come with us.” Said the closest man, his voice was calm and even, but she detected an undertone, an under current, something was wrong, terribly wrong.
She looked from him to the other man and back again.
“I don’t understand.” She said tightening her hold on Laura a little more.
“Please ma’am, we don’t want any trouble, if you come with us quickly and quietly everything will be explained.” He said taking a step forward.
Natalya’s breath quickened and she took a step back clutching Laura too her.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Mrs Samuels please.”
“Get out of my house!”
“We need you to come with us, everything will be explained, your daughter will be taken care of.” He insisted.
“I’m not going any where with you!” she yelled and turned fleeing into the house.
“Mamma!”
There was a sharp stinging pain between her shoulder blades.
The last thing she remembered hearing was her daughter screaming.
Let me know what you think guys!
Umm, this is just a fic, there may be relationships in it, not to sure on that yet but generally its good ole Alias fun.
Rating is around PG 13 for some swearing and little violence, i'll let you know if that changes in any chapter.
Once again sadly i have nothing to do with Alias and dont own any of its characters, the only ones i do own are the ones I made for this story..
I hope you guys like it, any and all reviews, opionion, ideas and critisims are welcome.
Chapter One:
I was young, barely seven years old, I remember it was a cold night, so cold my nurse put an extra blanket on my bed, I remember a cold wind, dark clouds, no lightening just thunder and rain, it turned into snow in the morning, I remember waiting for my mamma to come home, I tried to stay awake, I missed her and the storm kept waking me up.
It was late, I know it was, so late the house was black, no lights were on, the lights in the street were out, my nurse had gone home, it was just me and her in the house, the one woman in all the world I thought was invincible, next to my mother of course.
I woke up, I thought it was the storm, or maybe my mothers footsteps on the stairs, I got up and went to my door, it wasn’t mamma she would have turned the lights on, had something to eat before coming up to bed, it wasn’t the storm, it was something else, I padded down the hall to her room, I was quiet, I knew mamma didn’t like loud noise and I didn’t want her to be angry at me. I was careful, the floor boards squeaked, I pushed open her door, she was awake, crying, the blanket pulled up around herself, her hair was in front of her face, but she was crying, I knew she was, she was saying something, over and over again, something I couldn’t hear, I snuck into the room and padded to the side of her bed, I don’t think she even knew I was there.
I reached out, to touch her, she gasped and her head snapped up, she looked at me, like I was a ghost, or the ghost of a nightmare, I had seen that look before, but never on her face, never on her, I touched her arm, I thought maybe I could make the bad things go away, maybe I could make the ghosts stop hurting her, she was a good person, the ghosts should leave good people alone.
She started to cry again I didn’t want her to be sad, I crawled into the bed and sat in her lap, I curled into her, I hugged her, like I had seen mamma hug her, I wanted to make things better, like mamma could, mamma could make everything ok again, I wanted to help her, but I was too little to understand, to young to understand, I just hugged her, she cried on me, cried herself back to sleep. I stayed in her room that night, I heard mamma come home, and she checked on me, she panicked when she saw I wasn’t in my room. She came in; she saw I was safe, I was curled up stroking the sad woman’s face trying to make everything better. Mamma smiled at me, kissed me good night, ever since poppa died she made sure to kiss me good night, even if she came home late.
I didn’t want to leave that room the next morning, even when my nurse came, she took me sledding, I didn’t really want to go, she needed me, she was upset, she was sad, why was she sad, mamma said when I was big she would tell me, but I was too little.
Natalya Samuels sat in her lounge room happily watching her three year old daughter play on the carpet floor. The book she was reading lay forgotten as her three year old rammed a truck into the coffee table.
“Careful sweetheart, you don’t want to break it.” She warned gently as her daughter giggled happily.
Laura looked up at her with her big brown eyes and laughed and went back to her game.
Natalya smiled warmly and picked up her book again, skimming a few lines before glancing over at her daughter, every few minutes she would stop and make sure Laura wasn’t doing anything to hurt herself, or break the furniture.
It was the door bell that put a dampener on the quiet afternoon that Natalya had planned.
“Lets see who’s at the door Laura.” She said brightly putting down her book and scooping up her energetic little bundle.
“Daddy home?” she asked eagerly.
“No sweetie, daddy won’t be home for a few more hours yet.” She smiled and was about to pull open the front door when the phone rang.
She sighed and looked from the door to the phone down the hall.
She hefted Laura’s weight on her hip and headed to the phone calling back “Just a minute,” To whoever was on the other side of the door.
“Natalya Samuels speaking.” She said quickly as the door bell rang again.
“They know everything, they know who you are, get your daughter and get out.” The voice was strange, altered she had never heard a voice like it before, only in movies and on T.V when someone had been kidnapped and the bad guys were calling for a ransom.
“Who is this?” she demanded looking to Laura who had gotten bored and was fiddling with her mother’s necklace.
The phone went dead.
Natalya hung up, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end, her skin crawling, she suddenly felt cold all over.
The door bell rang again.
Natalya hefted her daughters’ weight again and headed to the door, she pulled it open trying to regain her composure.
Two men in stiff suits and long over jackets stood there, eyes hard faces unreadable.
“Can I help you?” she asked brightly though her stomach twisted with something… dread.
“Ma’am we need you to come with us.” Said the closest man, his voice was calm and even, but she detected an undertone, an under current, something was wrong, terribly wrong.
She looked from him to the other man and back again.
“I don’t understand.” She said tightening her hold on Laura a little more.
“Please ma’am, we don’t want any trouble, if you come with us quickly and quietly everything will be explained.” He said taking a step forward.
Natalya’s breath quickened and she took a step back clutching Laura too her.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Mrs Samuels please.”
“Get out of my house!”
“We need you to come with us, everything will be explained, your daughter will be taken care of.” He insisted.
“I’m not going any where with you!” she yelled and turned fleeing into the house.
“Mamma!”
There was a sharp stinging pain between her shoulder blades.
The last thing she remembered hearing was her daughter screaming.
Let me know what you think guys!
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