Irina Derevko (istheman) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-07-20 00:32:00 |
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Irina hadn’t anticipated being unable to escape her sister. Elena had gotten smarter over the years and had gotten to her when she least expected it. Carted her away and tortured her for information. Information she’d held out as long as she could before revealing. If there was one thing in the world that could be said to be true about her, it was her love for her daughters. One she had manipulated and used the other she’d committed murder to find but never found. But she did love them and Rambaldi had prophesied that they’d fight and only one would survive. In her mind destroying the manuscript to the Rambaldi device was her way of protecting them. Only that lasted as long as she could withstand Elena’s torture. Elena had learned patience in the years since they’d last seen one another and would keep it up until she’d received the information she needed. Irina could still physically remember the pain that she’d gone through even after they’d locked her away in a windowless cell and then bunker. When Sydney had come to rescue her she couldn’t believe it. Having been taunted by Elena about how Jack and Sydney believed that she’d put a hit out on her daughter. Jack taking action and killing her with a bullet to the head. Deep down she had understood why he had done what he had. Sydney’s life had been threatened but she had meant it when she told him that she would have found another way. Sovogda had then brought her greatest fears to life. Rambaldi’s prophecy had come to pass and the Passenger and the Chosen One had fought. Nadia holding on by a thread after being shot and still one of the infected. The greatest evil may have been thwarted but it had come at a cost; her youngest daughter’s life. As she had walked away, given her chance to flee to freedom, she knew without a doubt that if a cure existed they’d find it. Irina had been out of the game for quite some time and she had to reestablish herself before any research could be done. With a gun in hand she walked away from the wreckage of the city, heading for the border, planning how to go about her next move. All at once the slightest tug in her stomach was felt and her surroundings changed. Quickly she pulled the gun off her shoulder and took in her surroundings. Wherever she was it was certainly not Sovogda. In fact the weather was so warm it was reminiscent of the American Midwest or South America. Places in fact that she should not be able to be standing in. Seeing a newspaper up ahead she walked over and picked one up her eyebrows raising. Lawrence, Kansas on July 19th, in the year 2013. Tossing the paper back from whence it came, Irina kept walking. Her gut was telling her that something was amiss and the very first person that she found would tell her what she needed to know. She’d start out as polite as she could be but if she wasn’t given the answers she needed it could get ugly. |