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Date Posted: 04:33:28 06/15/11 Wed
Author: asiacheetah
Author Host/IP: ppp-71-128-195-9.dsl.sndg02.pacbell.net / 71.128.195.9
Subject: 15 Days - Chapter 17 - Day 15 - Endings - Version 1
In reply to: asiacheetah 's message, "15 Days" on 00:00:02 06/02/11 Thu

I decided to play around with alternate endings since after this in LFN was the beginning of the end.

Chapter 17 � Day 15 � Endings - How it could have ended:

�You will sacrifice much for what you believe in and you will realize too late that you gave up on what truly mattered.�

Nikita tossed and turned in bed, the words of Madam LaRue running endlessly through her head. She jerked forward with a gasp then buried her head in her hands. She had a feeling that what she decides to do next, will impact the path she would take.

Michael sat up and gently caressed her shoulder before asking: �What�s wrong?�

She looked up to meet his concerned stare and leaned forward to be wrapped in his arms. She closed her eyes as she leaned against the strength of his body, feeling like she could tackle any obstacle as long as he was besides her.

Unbidden tears gathered in her eyes at the thought of being parted from him forever. She drew back from his embrace and met his eyes. She shook her head vehemently and whispered brokenly: �I can�t do it Michael, I can�t go back.�

He reached forward and stroked her eyebrow and replied softly: �You have to.�

She leaned against the headboard and wrapped her arms around her legs. �I can�t go back, Michael. I�ve given them as much as I could.�

He was silent as he studied her, realizing that she was completely serious. �What are you saying?�

�Let�s just go and never look back.�

�They�ll hunt us down.�

�As long as we�re together, I don�t care if I live much longer.�

�They�ll use everything in their power to bring us back in.�

�I know.�

Michael stared off into the distance silently for several long minutes. He was like a living statue, he was so still. Finally he spoke, speaking so softly she had to lean forward to catch what he was saying. �Your implant is off-line already, we�ll have to remove mine and the secondary tracker.�

She couldn�t believe what she was hearing at first and sat in stunned silence. When his words finally registered in her mind, she launched toward him, laughing in happiness. She kissed him with all the love in her heart and he held her tight.

*****

6 months later�

She unloaded the grocery from the truck and made her way to the cabin. She checked to make sure all the security was still engaged before making her way inside. The cabin was the latest in a long series of safe houses they�ve been staying at since they left Section.

They had come perilously close to capture 2 months ago, and she was still healing from the bullet wounds. She had hoped that Section would stop using so many resources to bring them back in after all that time, but she had underestimated Section and Center�s determination. She would not make that mistake again as she was not yet ready to shuffle off this mortal coil.

She made her way to the bedroom and quietly peaked in to check on the sleeping inhabitants. Adam was curled on his stomach, his little rump stuck on in the air and he slept soundly. She smiled bitter sweetly before closing the door gently.

She leaned her cheeks against the door for a long moment, remembering with shock at the ruthlessness of Section to use a little boy against his father. They hadn�t care that Adam and Elena were innocents when they set up the trap to lure Michael and her to save them. She still didn�t know whose bullet ended the life of the gentle Elena, if it was hers or Michael�s or one of the many operatives Section sent. All she knew was that she would carry the guilt of Elena�s death as well as the trauma done to Adam at seeing his mother gunned down in front of his eyes.

She made her way back to the kitchen to begin preparing for dinner. She was so engrossed in her task she did not hear him approach. Strong arms wrapped around her waist and a soft voice blew against her ear: �What�s for dinner?�

She turned around to kiss him. She leaned back just to look at him for a moment, a pastime she was never tired of. She still wasn�t used to the short hair cut he had adopted to fit more in with the rest of the populace. Similarly, it still shocked her sometimes to see herself in the mirror and see the dark brown hair. They had altered their looks to draw less attention to themselves, and also to pass off more as a family to explain Adam�s dark hair.

She realized she had been looking at Michael for a few minutes with what was surely a love struck expression on her face. He just smiled in amusement at her for not answering his question. As she started to answer him, the smile faded from his face and he listened intently for a moment. She drew quiet as Michael checked the laptop to see if there were any activities showing by the security sensors.

They both heard distant sounds of a helicopter; the sound drew closer before veering away. She smiled overly brightly as she turned back to the dinner preparation. She chatted with false enthusiasm, pretending that the ever present danger of their situation wasn�t wearing her down.

*****

Many, many years later�

Sometimes the memories flitted at the edge of his consciousness, just out of his grasp. No matter how hard he tried to grab hold, the memories slip away like water through fingers.

There were stories told to him by his foster parents. They told him that his parents died in a traffic accident when he was 4. He always doubted that story though. He had vague recollections that didn�t add up together.

He remembered his mother�s tears running down from her brown eyes as she mourned the death of his father and grandfather. He had recollection of a dark warehouse where he and his mother were taken. He remembered how tightly she held him in her arms as she begged their captors for freedom and explanation. He remembered the sheer joy at seeing his father again. The joy didn�t last long as the warehouse erupted in gunfire. When it was finally quiet once again, his mother laid dead next to him.

He remembered being numb by pain and being coaxed back to life by his father�s patient green eyes. He remembered a beautiful blonde woman who was kind to him and sang him lullabies. He remembered a brief period of happiness as he felt safe and protected in their care.

He remembered the horrible night when the quiet was once again disrupted by men in black carrying machine guns. He remembered the air exploding and fire erupting, releasing plumes of black smoke into the air. He remembered being shoved onto the ground by his father and feeling his father jerk by the impact of several bullets. He also remembered tears pooling in the blonde hair woman�s bright blue eyes, eyes screaming in pain as they watched the bullets cut down his father, and finally those eyes turned glassy as the life drained out of them.

Finally, he remembered a cold white room and a brown hair woman with cold eyes looking at him. She told him it was all a nightmare and that he will forget everything. He didn�t forget like he should have though, some things were etched too deeply into his conscience to ever forget.

So he keeps grasping for those elusive memories, digging into his past as he tried to find the answer. Until one day he finally found his answer.

****

He opened his eyes to find eerily familiar bright white walls surrounding him. He jerked upright when he see the woman seated in the corner. She had white hair instead of brown, and her face was more lined by age. There was no mistaking those cold brown eyes though.

The woman begin speaking coldly: �I can�t say I�m happy to see you here, Adam.�

�Why am I here?�

�You came too close to uncovering the truth. We had to make a choice to either cancel you or make use of you.�

�What does that mean? Where am I?�

�This is Section One. This is where you�ll train. This is where you�ll learn. After 2 years, if everything goes well, you�ll work for us.�

�Why me?�

She smiled an unreadable smile that was devoid of warmth. She walked toward the door and coldly ignored his question: �We start tomorrow at 5 A.M.�

The loud metallic clang of the door seemed to release the buried memories. They washed over him like a tidal wave, threatening to bury him alive. He looked around the cold walls and realized he had been buried alive. Softly he wept for his mother, father, the beautiful blonde hair woman, but mostly he cried for what could have been.

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15 Days - Chapter 17 - Day 15 - Endings - Version 2 -- asiacheetah, 04:38:14 06/15/11 Wed

Re: 15 Days - Chapter 17 - Day 15 - Endings - Version 2 -- Hannah (:) :)), 15:12:14 06/15/11 Wed

LOL! -- asiacheetah, 01:20:02 06/16/11 Thu

Re: 15 Days - Chapter 17 - Day 15 - Endings - Version 2 -- del, 17:23:58 06/16/11 Thu

Thank you! -- asiacheetah, 02:15:05 06/17/11 Fri