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Post by benlinusisagoodguy on Jan 21, 2009 5:36:11 GMT -4
*GASP*
Sophie awoke, gasping for air as she laid on the floor, her chest hurting in agony, she was all alone. She sat up slowly struggling, as she wheezed in pain. A bit shaken up she sat looking at the bullet hole in her jumper. Putting her hand up her jumper, she pulled out a metal tray with the bullet, pushed right into it. Dropping it on the floor, she cried "She was right....."
Sophie went into her home pulling out a jumper, smiling to herself about her and Ben going on a romantic walk together. She was smitten by him. God knows why? He had hurt in the past. Little did she know he was going to do it again. That was until she walked in the living room to find Juliet standing in the living room....
"Jesus! You scared me" Sophie said jumping out of her skin.
"Sorry, i did knock." she replied.
"What can i do for you?" Sophie asked. "Although you'll have to hurry i'm now meeting Ben."
Juliet smiled weakly as she watched her getting ready to go. She moved towards Sophie and pulled her into the kitchen away from the cameras.
"Hey whats wrong? what are you doing?"
"Sophie just listen to me. Your not going on some romantic stroll" She said with some sarcasm. "He's going to kill you!" then turning serious.
"What?" Sophie started laughing.
"It's not a joke Sophie! I'm serious. I heard him talk to Richard."
Sophie slowly stops laughing and realises Juliet looked like she was telling the truth. Flashes of the past went through Sophie's mind back at the warehouse. When he didn't care for her being beaten. When she begged him to make them stop.
"But he loves me......."
"Does he?" she asked. "Has he ever told you." Juliet went to one of the cupboards in the draws and pulled out a cooking tray.
"Why?" Sophie questioned.
"Because he does what Jacob says." Juliet stood up and handed her the metal tray. "Put this under your jumper. What ever you do don't let him no you have it under you."
"No..... why are you helping me?" she reasked her question.
"Because if your alive it stops him, wanting me." She looked at sophie who was tearful. "Stop that! He musn't know your upset. Sophie look at me!" Sophie looked up at her. "Now if he does it. If he shoots you. You stay still. Don't move untill you know they gone. Then you run, run back as far as you can. You can't ever return. Do you understand?"
Sophie not answering, was really confused. All of this was happening too fast. "Do you understand?" she asked again.
"Yes!........yes......" Sophie nodded. Not really sure to belief her.
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Post by tigerlily on Jan 22, 2009 16:15:05 GMT -4
Boone drifted in and out of consciousness while Jack, Jo and Sun worked furiously. Under Jack’s direction, Jo arranged a transfusion into Boone’s body with his own blood. In the midst of the chaos, news of Claire’s imminent delivery trickled back to the cave. Jo and Jack both refused to leave Boone’s side, so Jo gave explicit directions to Charlie for delivering her baby.
Finally, Jack and Jo reached the conclusion that Boone would have to lose his critically injured leg. Boone was coherent enough, however, to argue against this, and asked Jack to let him go. He grabbed Jo’s hand and squeezed it with what little strength he had left in his rapidly deteriorating body. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized Boone’s brave fight was nearly over.
“Next time I’ll listen to my doctor,” he smiled weakly. And then he was gone.
Jo sat by Boone’s side and held his hand, crying silently. Jack closed Boone’s eyes and began to walk away.
“Jack, he just died; why don’t you take a moment to let that sink in?” She wondered why he seemed so emotionally detached; this was unlike him.
“He didn't die. He was murdered,” Jack faced her and responded angrily.
“I can tell you exactly what happened, Jack. Then you can make up your mind about whether it was murder or not. Talk to me, please.”
But Jack continued to walk away. In the turmoil of his emotions he seemed to have forgotten that Jo was a witness to Boone’s accident. He wasn’t hearing her; he had already made his mind up.
Jo persisted. “Where are you going, Jack?”
“To find John Locke,” he replied. The next moment he was gone from her sight.
**********
Jo never left Jack’s side as he slept off the sleeping pills that Kate had given him. Eventually he began to stir, and slowly opened his eyes. He lifted his head and met her loving gaze. Jo felt unreserved tenderness towards him as he rubbed his eyes childishly and struggled to sit up.
“What happened? What’s wrong?” he sputtered, clearly disoriented.
Jo smiled at him and reached out to caress his cheek. She whispered softly. “All those days I spent in the jungle with Locke and Boone allowed me the time and space to focus on my memories. I remember, Jack. I remember sneaking out of the hospital during our late shifts to grab McDonald’s drive-thru. I remember your father telling me, rather wistfully, that I would make a wonderful daughter. I remember the pain I felt when I watched you marry Sarah. I remember waking up next to you for the first time. I remember you asking me to go to Australia with you, and knowing the only possible answer was yes. I remember crashing somewhere else on the island and thinking only about you. I remember everything.”
Jack flashed that boyish smile that Jo once again found irresistible. His grin faded somewhat as he thought about his next question. “Do you remember what happened to you when you were kidnapped?”
Jo sat down by Jack’s bed, her legs crossed. She shook her head. “I remember everything except that,” she replied. “but isn’t that enough?”
Jack nodded, then broke into a wide, toothy grin again. “Yes, yes it is.” He enveloped her in his eager arms and squeezed her lovingly. “Welcome back, Jo,” he whispered.
Jo enjoyed the feel of Jack’s arms around her for a fleeting moment before she pulled away. When she spoke, her voice was deadly serious. “There’s something else you should know, Jack,” she began. “Kate and Claire…they found somebody, in the jungle when Claire went into labor. She wasn’t on flight 815.”
Jack sat up, his forehead creased with worry lines. “Tell me everything you know,” he said.
Jo shook her head. "I was focused on the baby, I don't know much about this person. But Kate can tell you everything."
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Post by blackcanary on Jan 28, 2009 4:35:37 GMT -4
Day 42 (mornings time)
Aisah's eyes opened wide. Instantly a sharp pang wracked through her skull, accompanied by unbearably loud cries from a woman in the distance. She tried to sit up but her arms were bound. She couldn't see through the spots in front of her eyes but she knew it was dark. She collapsed back down on her back and groaned.
A man's voice called her attention. Then another one.
“She's moving,” one whispered, and she could hear dirt crunching under feet. The woman continued to cry out.
“Who are you?” a man with a light face wearing dark clothes stood over her. Aisah ignored him and rolled her eyes over towards the sound of the woman.
“Hey, hey, answer me will you?” the man bent down and held her to the ground by her shoulder. Like she was going anywhere. The other voice spoke to the guy standing over her, but it wasn't the same language. It sounded Korean. Where was she?
“Aisah,” she shifted her gaze to the frowning man's grip on her, “did you tie me up?” She asked the question with more irritation than she intended.
“Yes,” He quickly moved away from her again, “so are you one of them? The Others?” He seemed very jumpy. Maybe because of the screaming woman. The woman! Suddenly she remembered. She heard someone talking in the jungle and she found a pregnant woman. The memory jolted Aisah upright, despite the binds on her arms and legs. The nervous man leaped back.
“She is having her baby!” Aisah announced as if the man couldn't hear the throes of labor.
“Yeah, you just stay right there,” he looked ready to tackle her.
“Charlie,” the Korean man exclaimed.
The wails from the young woman stopped, and were replaced by the first cries of an infant. Aisah and Charlie exchanged a surprised glance before he ran towards the sound with the Korean. She scooted around to see the two huddle around a frizzy haired woman with a baby. The blonde woman she saw in the jungle rested on the ground, smiling and exhausted. The four people forgot Aisah and shared fire lit awe at the new life, while Aisah waited in the dark on the cold ground.
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The group traveled single file between the trees and bushes. The sun was almost up. The odd young man named Charlie lead the way. Claire, the mother, held her newborn son and followed close behind him. Aisah was stuck between the Korean named Jin and the woman who delivered the baby. She learned the woman was called Kate and broke a bottle over her head, and she wasn't much more friendly now. She held Aisah's arms back tight as they marched.
“You've been here a week and no one has ever seen you,” Kate said, “if your story is true then you're lucky we found you and not the Others.”
Aisah had told them she arrived at the island after a storm, when the ship she was on sank. She was going to be smuggled to America with nearly sixty other people from the Asia pacific, though not very many were Malaysians. She was afraid this was a deserted island, and that she was going to die here alone. When she heard a woman's voice she was so excited she ran straight over to see who it was.
They grilled her with questions. How long she was here, why could she speak English, why were there no other survivors, how did she make it to the shore? She didn't have the answer to many of them, and even though they didn't like that, they weren't as hostile as before.
“I am sorry I scared you,” she said, “I thought if people lived here they would be friendly.” She felt Kate's grip relax a little. A smile touched the corner of Aisah's lips.
The trees thinned, the dirt became sand, and they emerged onto a beach bleached by the morning sun. Aisah looked around at the rudimentary camp that came alive as they wandered out of the jungle. A flurry of people surrounded Claire and a collective cheer rippled through them. Soon after a large guy with long curly hair shouted, and their gaze shifted over to blonde girl arriving from the west side of the beach. A few of them went out to greet the arrival, but Kate held Aisah in place.
“This is not a village is it?” Aisah's face fell as she gazed over the plane debris, makeshift shelters, and what looked to be a very crude raft.
Kate half sighed and half laughed, “no, it's not. We crashed here. But we've survived, most of us,” she let go of Aisah and began to walk with the others. Aisah stayed put. She didn't expect any of this at all.
“We'll figure out what to do with you once things calm down. Just stay at the beach,” Kate's tone was worried, and with that she ran off.
Aisah felt the dirty fabric of her worn shirt. It had been through a week of sea water, mud, and sweat and she really needed a new one. Aisah took a deep breath and wandered towards the camp to see if she could find some clean clothes.
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Post by fearandloathin on Feb 1, 2009 14:48:21 GMT -4
Zoe was very aware of being paralysed. Not one inch of her body could move, except for her eyes, although, being layed on the jungle floor, there was only so much she could actually see. Then she heard it. Voices. Jo, the Doctor she had befriended from the crash, seemed to hear them too, and went out of her eye sight, to what she could only assume, investigate.
But the events that unfolded later only tore her into more panic. A snap of a twig, and then a thud of someone's body falling nearby, but as she was positioned, she couldn't see who it was.
Then she heard footsteps approaching, and to her horror, Ethan came into eye sight. If she could have done, she probably would have screamed out as his body stood over her in a dominant, cruel and taunting fashion, only fueling a fear and desperation to such a high level that she passed out completly.
Zoe awoke again for the fifteenth time in a cold sweat, the same nightmare torturing her everyday, if she wasn't asleep, she would visualise it randomly during the day, the dreams so vivid each time, she was convinced it was actually happening. She got up and walked over to the brook that provided the caves with fresh water twenty-four seven, splashing a little on her face to freshen up before picking up a bottle of water and filling it to the brim to drink.
A lot had happened over the past couple of days, however, Zoe hadn't really taken much of it in. Claire's baby was born, and now Charlie was forever following her like a devoted labrador puppy. Boone had sadly died after falling off a cliff in a small plane that had been suspended off a cliff for god knows how many years, a new arrival to the camp, who majority of believed to be an 'Other' and the raft that everyone was relying on to get rescue was almost finished.
Zoe's memory was still a blank to everything that had happened to her while she had been kidnappened, and had now reached her limits on this. She couldn't take it anymore, she wasn't going to sit around feeling sorry for herself, like Hurley had accused. Nor was she going to rely on the other survivors to help her. She could look after herself afterall. Zoe knew the only way she could find out is by finding these Others and getting the information from them.
The new girl, whom she hadn't learned of her name yet, but knew she was somewhere on the beach. She had to start with her first. If she was an Other, then she could find out how to get to where ever they were.
Zoe returned to her spot where she slept, picking up her bag and filling it with necessary supplied for a long trek through the jungle before she set off in the direction of the beach, with a determined look upon her face.
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Post by blackcanary on Feb 9, 2009 6:37:11 GMT -4
Day 43 (morning)
Shannon stared down at her toes as the tip of a wave trickled over them towards her bottom, pulling the sand out from under her before it receded away. She couldn't believe Sayid stopped her from killing Locke, but she couldn't be angry anymore.
To her left she noticed something splashing in the water, taking her out of her thoughts. Her eyes followed the sound over to the strange girl from the jungle. She was on her knees dipping her matted hair into the water and tearing through it with a brush. Shannon grimaced and looked away. She looked back. The girl shouted in frustration and smacked the brush against the water with the wrath of Xerxes before dunking her head like an ostrich.
Shannon scrunched her face in amused disgust. The girl reminded her of a pathetic-but-kind-of-cute little monkey. “Hey girl,” she called when the monkey brought itself up for air. The girl turned to look at Shannon. Her face was smooth and somewhat pretty to Shannon's surprise, but it was framed by a black lumpy mane.
“I'm sorry, we may be stranded on an island, but there is no reason anyone should look like that,” Shannon picked herself up from the sand and walked over. She grabbed the brush from the monkey, “c'mon get up.”
The girl rose to her feet, sullen and frowning. Shannon examined the damage, and looked down at wretched girl's face, “Okay, this is gross. Either you cut it off or I'm giving you dreadlocks.”
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Jack stood at the border of the beach camp. He'd just arrived and Kate had greeted him instantly, but he was in no mood for happy hellos after Jo gave him news of the mysterious person Kate brought back. Kate told him everything that happened, but he was still a little angry with her.
“So after that you just let her run free?” He accused.
Kate looked over her shoulder at Shannon grappling with the Aisah's untamed locks, then stepped closer to Jack, “I don't think she could hurt anyone. I'm keeping an eye on her here. She doesn't know about the caves...”
“You don't know what they know. We need to question her.”
“We already questioned her. What do you want Sayid to torture her, too?” Kate took a sarcastic tone.
“Kate if she's one of them I don't care,” Jack raised his brow to show his seriousness.
“And if she isn't?”
“Can we take that chance after what happened to Jo, Claire, Zoe-”
Kate closed her eyes and nodded, “why don't you talk to her? See what you think.”
“That's what I came here to do,” He sidestepped Kate and jaunted down towards Shannon and Aisah.
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Shannon knotted Aisah's hair into chunks with the brush. Aisah made pain noises between remarks of gratitude. Just as it was beginning to make Shannon smile, she heard someone shuffling sand behind them. She looked back to see Jack stride up. Suddenly she remembered Boone again and her delight in finding something else to focus on quickly vanished.
“Don't mean to interrupt, but can I talk to her for a second?” Jack asked, intent on the small girl standing with her back to him.
Shannon stepped away from Aisah and Aisah turned around, looking a little surprised.
“Sure, whatever,” Shannon handed Aisah the brush, “Just keep doing what I was doing,” She promptly walked away, mind once again flooded with the previous day's events. Aisah looked after Shannon with a hint of sadness.
“Hi, I'm Jack,” Jack announced, trying to keep his mind on his task and not Shannon, “Your name is Aisah, right?”
“Yes,” Aisah fingered the wide black brush in her hands.
Jack looked out the at the water, “Kate said you washed ashore on a lifeboat after your ship was caught in a storm.”
“That is correct.”
“Where is the lifeboat?”
“It broke. I came to the shore on part of it. I do not know where. I left the beach a while ago,” Aisah didn't look him in the eye when she spoke to him. He couldn't tell if she was avoiding him because she was lying or because she was shy. He had to analyze her every move.
“Why did you leave the beach?” Jack continued.
“Because I hoped to find people,” Aisah finally looked up. She was smiling a little.
Jack asked every question that came to mind. Aisah's replies were reasonable and quick, though she had no evidence to back up her story of illegal immigration on a cargo ship.
“Now can I ask you question?” Aisah sounded exhausted from giving answers. By this time they were sitting in the sand. Jack had relaxed a bit, but with this he was back on his guard.
“What?” He asked cautiously.
“Who are these people you are afraid of?” Aisah spoke towards the sea.
Jack paused. He didn't want to give her too much information, but he felt she did deserve some explanation after her cooperation, “People were here before we crashed, and they attacked us. One of them pretended to be a crash survivor, and lied about where he came from.” He emphasized the last part.
“How did you know he was not from the plane?” She asked with an astonished curiosity that was perfectly appropriate.
“He wasn't on the flight manifest,” Jack got up to leave, “I want you to stay out of the jungle and in our sight. Kate is watching you if you try anything.”
Aisah pursed her lips and glanced up at Jack, “Yes, I know. She would not like me to ruin her hairbrush.”
Jack squinted in confusion, “She gave...” He didn't feel the desire to finish the sentence and instead turned to head back to the jungle. He decided he'd wait for Sayid before he passed the final judgment, though he could see why Kate found her disarming. Where was Sayid? The last Jack knew he was with Locke. Jack grimaced. Locke was probably more of a threat than this girl. He'd have to ask Jo if she knew where they went last night. On his way back up the beach, he passed Kate and acknowledged her briefly before heading back into the jungle. Jack's silence over the situation told her he was satisfied to let Aisah stay, for now at least.
Just as he got into the trees, he noticed Zoe trekking towards him with a backpack over her shoulder. Jack cocked his head. It was nice to see her out of the caves.
“Getting some fresh air?” He asked as she arrived in front of him.
“Yep, how are you doing? I heard about everything that happened...” Zoe trailed off.
“Yeah, Shannon got upset, but it's fine now. They are almost done with the raft down there. I didn't think they'd pull it off but it looks great,” Jack changed subjects.
“Really? I'll have to go see,” Zoe smiled, her mind looked elsewhere, and so was his, so Jack decided to leave her on her way. He grinned and they said good-bye.
Zoe looked back as Jack walked away for a moment, then turned towards her destination. She took a deep breath and walked out onto the beach.
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Post by fearandloathin on Feb 9, 2009 14:07:05 GMT -4
Day 43 Morning
As soon as Jack was out of sight, Zoe scowled, knowing if Jack got just a wiff of what she was really up to, he'd do anything he could to stop her. Zoe surveyed the beach, looking for the new girl that had joined them. Then she spotted her, working at her matted hair with a hairbrush. Zoe walked straight over to her.
"Hey, you're Aisah right?" Zoe asked, without giving the girl time to reply, she took a firm grip of her shoulder. "Follow me, and be quiet." Zoe led Aisah towards the jungle, soon spotted by Kate, who was watching her, she came over to them. Aisah didn't look best pleased about the situation, but didn't really have much say, Zoe already had her walking halfway up the beach and were soon on the outskirts of the jungle.
"Hey, where you going?" Kate asked. A look of slight relief came apparent on Aisah's face.
"Just into the jungle. Going to find some food." Zoe answered her casually, and glanced at Aisah. "I expect you haven't had much to eat." Zoe then glanced back at Kate. "We are just going to get some food."
"Great, I'll come with you, could do with a little change of scenery." Kate replied, Zoe could just sense her tones of wary. She obviously didn't fully trust Aisah, or believe what Zoe had told her, and was well aware that Jack didn't want her leaving the beach, but she knew how stubborn Zoe could be, and was probably better to stick with her then give over and let them both disappear. Zoe cursed Kate under her breath, but not loud enough for Kate to hear. Obviously she was going to have to adjust her plans. She just managed to stop a scowl forming on her face and turned it into a smile.
"Ok, more the welcome." She replied a little falsly, but Kate didn't seem to pick up on it, she was too busy picking up her bag she used to store fruit when she picked them off trees and hoisted it onto her shoulder. Zoe let go of her firm grip on Aisah's shoulder to try and hide her intentions whilst coming up with an improvised idea to get Kate out of the way. She wanted to do this alone.
The three of them continued on through the jungle, not once did Kate take her eyes off the both of them. A lot of the fruit from the nearby trees to the beaches had now been stripped, so they had to hike deeper into the jungle, and with little boar around, seeing as Locke and Boone seemed to have failed to bring any back whilst Boone had been alive, food was a little far and between, even with Jin's fishing, in which he spent most of the day doing, and not many of the survivors favoured that option to rely on.
"How have you been doing Zoe? You've been fairly mute for the past couple of weeks." Kate asked cautiously.
"I'm fine." Zoe answered shortly.
"Do you remember anything?" Kate continued, again, being cautious of how she said it, after everything that had happened between Zoe, Charlie and Claire, Zoe had appeared to be the most badly effected by it. Zoe didn't answer until after a long pause.
"No." She answered finally, and considered telling Kate about her dreams. Zoe then looked at Aisah.
"So, where did you say you came from again?" Zoe asked, almost with acusation in her voice.
"I was on a ship, which sank after a reall bad storm. I was shipwreacked here." Aisah replied convincingly. Zoe wasn't sure whether to accept this answer. She liked to think she had a good sense of character, and she half liked to think that Aisah was telling the truth, but sometimes when someone lies, they can be so convincing, especially after rehersing it for so long, and being well practised, that the liar can almost believe the lie themselves. Another side of it, Zoe also half hoped that Aisah really was an Other, because then she would be her key to finding the Others, and then get the answers she desperatley needed.
Zoe, Kate and Aisah finally stumbled upon a patch of the jungle that was untouched, blooming with coconuts, mangos and apples. Zoe noted scattered rocks too, which gave her a possible angle to play this.
"This should do." Kate announced, and all of them stopped in their tracks, glancing around their surroundings at the best looking tree most suitable for climbing. Kate walked over to the esaiest accessible looking tree. "This one looks best one to begin with. I could take the higher brance to those two just below, one to the left and the other on the right you can both occupy. Work our way from the top to the bottom. That should be enough for a few days for everyone."
Zoe nodded, following Kate over to the tree, and Kate motioned for Aisah to follow. Kate turned back to the tree and began to climb, not noticing Zoe bend down to pick up one of the rocks she had had her eye on, and just as Kate went to make her second move to advance up the tree, occasionally glancing back at Aisah, Zoe thwattered her over the head with the rock, causing Kate to fall backwards off the tree, losing her grip from going to clasp at the back of her head, which was bleeding slightly, and fell unconcious before she even hit the floor. Aisah looked slightly stunned at Zoe's actions, but Zoe ignored her, bending down to Kate's side to check for a pulse. It was ok, Kate was still alive. Zoe sighed with relief. She may now become many things after what happened with the Others - whatever did happen, but she certainly wasn't going to become a killer. Kate would be ok.
Zoe then turned to look at Aisah darkly.
"Right, now we can continue where we left off." Zoe told her, ignoring Aisah's shocked expression.
"What about her?" Aisah whispered.
"She'll be fine. I'll leave a signal for the beach camp, Jack will come looking for her if they spot smoke from the beach in the jungle. Zoe opened her bag, taking out one of her bottles full of water and emptied the contents, shaking the bottle to try and dry it as much as possible.
"Stay where you are, don't even think of moving." Zoe warned. Zoe bent down to Kate again and dislodged the gun in her back pocket she had noticed when they began their trek into the jungle. Either Jack or Sawyer must have slyly supplied her for protection. Zoe stood up and placed the gun in back pocket, making sure it was in view of Aisah. "Run, and I won't hesiate to shoot you."
Zoe then went around the clearing, picking up as much dry leaves and twigs as she could, Aisah watching her, seemingly nervous. Zoe couldn't tell if this was a front, but she wasn't going to take any risks. She kept watch of her whilst she continued her task. Once she picked enough dry leaves and twigs, she shoved them in her now empty water bottle and used a couple of rocks to lodge the bottle upright on the ground before taking a lighter out of her front pocket she had used before when she smoked before the crash, she lit the bottle, making sure Kate wasn't too close to the bottle, knowing that when the plastic burned, which would cause the majority of the smoke, it would also release deadly toxins which Kate really couldn't afford to inhale. Satisfied now with the small fire to signal for help for Kate, Zoe took the gun out from her back pocket again, and motioned for Aisah to follow her through the jungle.
"C'mon, we've got to move quickly. They'll find us otherwise, and I really don't have the time for awkward questions" Zoe told her coldly. Aisah gave her a significant look, but followed her, knowing she didn't have a choice when she had a gun pointed at her.
"What do you want with me? Are you going to kill me?" Aisah asked her.
"Don't be ridiculous." Zoe answered her. "You are going to take me back."
"Take you back? Take you back where?" Aisah asked.
"Back to your people." Zoe replied simply. "Since your peopke kidnapped me, and my escape, I can't remember a single thing, I don't know what your people have done to me, and I deserve to know."
"My people?" Aisah asked, looking quite confused.
"Don't act coy. You know exactly who I am talking about." Zoe replied. "It just seems a bit too convienent that as soon as Ethan dies, you come on the scene." They both continued through the jungle, walking further and further away from where they had left Kate.
"Why are you really here? What did you want with Claire, Charlie and me?" Zoe continued to demand. "This island is thousands of miles from any nearby civilisation, the pilot told me before he was ripped out of the cock pit by god knows what, so I doubt any ships would have been sailing along this way, especially so many miles past Fiji. For what purpose was your ship sailing through the South Pacific? Where you headed? What cargo did you have on board? Where did your ship sail from?" Zoe had so many probing questions to find out if this girl really was telling the truth, because she had already convinved herself she was lying, much of it because she wanted her to be lying, so she could take her back to wherever the Others had taken her in the first place.
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Post by tigerlily on Feb 9, 2009 15:43:29 GMT -4
Jo took advantage of Jack's temporary absence to steal a visit to Boone's freshly-covered grave. Tears fell silently as she sat by the crude wooden cross. "I'm so sorry we couldn't save you," she whispered. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear John Locke approach the far side of the grave.
Locke spoke softly. "Did you love him?"
Jo felt blindsided by John's question, then her anger towards him returned. How dare he make an appearance at Boone's grave? "I would make myself scarce if I were you, John. There will be hell to pay if Jack sees you."
"You didn't answer my question. Did you love him?"
Jo stood up to face Locke across the mound of dirt. "I didn't get the chance to, John. You stole that from me. I was nearly there, I felt the beginning of something...but it was taken away from me. And for what? So we could find a couple of statues full of heroin?"
John nodded his head, taking in her rising rage. "But you know now that you're supposed to be with Jack. And all this was supposed to happen. Boone was a sacrif..."
"SHUT UP!" Jo interrupted him with a roar, clenching her fists to keep from pummeling him. "You had no right - " she didn't finish her sentence. Something beyond John's shoulder caught her eye. It was a person covered in blood, someone that felt so familiar to her...
She gasped. John followed her gaze, but he didn't see anything there. He scanned Jo's face for some clue to what she had seen.
Jo's faced paled to a ghostly white. She was certain she saw Boone standing just at the edge of the tree line. She took off after him, her need to understand what she was seeing pushing all other emotions aside. Boone appeared to be walking, yet she ran as fast as she could and simply couldn't catch up to him. Suddenly he stopped in a small clearing and turned around to face her, his bloody face smiling strangely at her. Jo stopped close enough to touch him, but she was afraid to reach out, afraid that he was only a vision. She couldn't speak.
"Don't lie to yourself, Jo." Boone spoke, still smiling eerily. "John's right. You don't love me, and you never would have. This was supposed to happen."
Jo shook her head in stubborn refusal to believe his words. Boone reached out and caressed her cheek lovingly. "You have more work to do, Jo."
She was shocked. His touch felt so real - this really was a living, breathing person before her. But it was impossible!
And, just as suddenly as he had appeared, Boone vanished. She stood rooted to the spot, willing him to reappear, to answer her questions, but nothing happened, nothing except for a low hum of whispers that made her feel disoriented. Finally, her fear returned and she fled back towards the beach camp. She ran straight for the water supply and washed her face, her mind scrambling to make sense of her experience.
Jack spotted her and walked over to her, handing her a freshly picked mango. "Is everything all right?"
Jo nodded and accepted his offering, the lump in her throat threatening to betray the flood of tears she was forcing herself to hold back.
"Everything is fine, Jack." She smiled warmly. "Just fine." It killed her to do it, but she knew she had to lie.
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Post by benlinusisagoodguy on Feb 10, 2009 6:22:00 GMT -4
Sophie felt weak, she hadn't eaten and she only stopped by for water, when ever she found any, dropping to her knees and then cupping water into her hands to drink. Still having pains in her chest finding it a struggle to breath at times. She thought that her chest was brusied inside from the gun shot. She felt winded.
She had no idea where she was, the more she walked she felt the further she was in the jungle. Her whole body ache and she just wanted to rest. But she knew she couldn't survive on her own.
As she dipped her hand in the water for one last gulp she heard twigs snap behind her, and rustling in the bushes. Scared she stood up slowly and grabbed a stick she had been using, for walking around and for her own protection. She didn't know if Ben knew she was still alive.
Sophie started to run for her life. She didn't want to know what was behind her, she ran and ran. Running through the jungle surroundings as bushes and trees scratched at her arms and face, and the long grass underneath sliced her legs like shards of glass. She tripped over a rock and fell to the ground. Getting up quickly as she stood and started to run again. Locke was infront of her as she stumbled into him. She screamed for her life, then realising who she was with, she remembered him from the plane. She sighed relief but then she fell weak and her eyes rolled back as she collapsed.....
John quickly grabbed her in time before she fell to the ground and before causing more damage. John studied her for a second and realised it was Sophie, one of the survivours who went missing at the time and everyone presumed she was dead. He lifted her up in his arms, her head flopped back and hers arm swayed as he walked carrying her towards the caves.
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Post by blackcanary on Feb 11, 2009 22:20:42 GMT -4
Day 43
Kate roused to find herself lying on the ground next to a smoking bottle. She blinked and held her head. What happened? She lifted herself up on her elbows and looked around. Someone was walking towards her and she looked over towards the path. Was it Zoe? Sawyer appeared and strode into the clearing.
“What are you smoking out here?” He asked when he saw her.
Kate looked down at the bottle and knocked it over, then dropped back down and groaned, “Zoe and that shipwrecked woman took off.”
Sawyer frowned and offered a hand to Kate, “they give you that nasty bump, too?” She took his arm and stood up next to him.
“Yeah,” Kate kicked dirt into the bottle to put out the smoke and flames. She reached back to check for the automatic, but it was gone. Kate rolled her eyes. She knew Jack wouldn't let her hear the end of this, “they have my gun. We should go after them.”
“That's your problem, I'm not going to worry about it,” Sawyer announced. Kate dropped her jaw and put her hands on her hips.
“This is everyone's problem, Sawyer. That girl could be an Other and Zoe hasn't been right since they kidnapped her-” Kate raised her voice.
“Sure, but I plan to leave soon, so I don't care if Thelma and Louise decided to skip bamboo town,” Sawyer turned away.
“What do you mean?” Kate walked around to face him before he could move. He gave her a coy smile.
“Didn't you hear? Huckleberry Finn is shoving off, and I'm goin' with him.”
“You mean the raft is finished? We can get off this island-” Kate's eyes brightened.
“We?” Sawyer baited, “no room for you, Freckles.”
“We'll see about that,” Kate challenged. She flipped around and went for the beach before Sawyer could utter another word. The idea of finding rescue suddenly became far more important to her than tracking Zoe and Aisah. If Zoe wanted the girl that bad, she could have her. She was sure no matter what was going on in Zoe's head, she wouldn't put anyone in danger, and she certainly wouldn't let Aisah put anyone in danger. Would she? Kate looked back to the clearing for a moment, wondering.
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Aisah shifted from one foot to the other. Zoe had the gun trained on her, deadly serious. The Hostiles must have done something horrible to these survivors to cause them to behave this way. But what did this woman hope to gain by going to them? She was obviously a dangerous person. Aisah wasn't going to get away easily.
“Please do not hurt me,” Aisah said nervously, staring down the barrel.
“I won't if you take me to the Others.”
“You mean the people who pretended to be one of you?”
Zoe widened her eyes as if a ghost flashed in front of her, but she regained herself and grabbed Aisah by the arm, keeping the gun on her, “yes, just like you are. Let's go.”
“I am not one of them I swear to you,” she began to plead helplessly. Zoe pushed her forward to start walking. Aisah continued to talk fast, “please do not hurt me I do not know what you are talking about I am sorry-” as her cries grew desperate and frightened, Zoe hesitated.
In that instant, Aisah grabbed the gun and yanked it towards the ground, heaving into Zoe and spinning them around. Their legs tangled and they both crashed down. Aisah rammed Zoe's hand against a root and Zoe cried out. She whacked Aisah in the side of the head with her other fist and they tumbled sideways. Aisah wouldn't let go of the gun, and she kept them rolling over the ground until Zoe's arm caught underneath them. Zoe relaxed her grip enough for Aisah to tear the gun away. She got to her feet and began to back up with the weapon pointed at Zoe, but Zoe let out an angry yell and kicked her up in the stomach, causing her to fall. The gun dropped. Zoe quickly got up to grab it but Aisah was already on her feet. She brought her elbow down between Zoe's shoulder blades, knocking her to the dirt. Zoe caught herself with her arms just as Aisah kicked her onto her back. She punched Zoe in the face before Zoe could kick the smaller woman off and pin the feisty brat to the ground. Zoe cracked one across her jaw to keep her still.
“So you learn to fight like that on your lifeboat?” Zoe gasped, reaching for the small firearm. Aisah looked sideways as Zoe picked it up. Her eyes followed the gun as it darted to her face.
“Are you really going to murder me?” Aisah could barely speak as her jaw began to swell, but her tone was amused none-the-less. Zoe pressed her weight down on Aisah to keep her from moving.
“Kate and the rest may not realize what you people are capable of, but I do,” Zoe said sternly.
Aisah glared painfully, “I cannot help you.”
“Do you know where the Others are?” Zoe demanded. Aisah was quiet. Maybe it was best to let her assume and play the part. This was frustrating. She had to think fast. The Staff should be nearby. If she remembered correctly, there is a hidden vault inside that could get her out of this.
“Now I won't say it again, take me to them,” Zoe hoisted Aisah up and shoved her away, aiming the gun at her but keeping a distance, “try anything and I will fire.” She gingerly wiped a bit of blood from her nose.
Aisah stared darkly at her captor, “fine, I will take you.”
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Post by fearandloathin on Feb 12, 2009 20:07:32 GMT -4
Day 43
Zoe stared sternly back and Aisah started walking, Zoe following closely, but carefully, making sure she was ready if Aisah made any sudden movements again. The rest of the walk was dead quiet, and because of the awkward silence, antagonising. Zoe knew she would never be capable of murder, but it was vital that Aisah never worked this out, the difference could mean the truth or constant darkness for Zoe, and the second option wasn't an option right now. She felt pain spreading through her body, wincing slightly from the bruises and injuries she had sustained in the brief fight.
Zoe frowned as she thought of Kate, guilt started to weep over her. She planned the first thing she would do when she got back to camp was to make it up to her somehow.
Zoe and Aisah had been walking for what felt like hours, but since the crash, Zoe's watch had broken, and hadn't been able to keep an accurate time since. As they walked, Zoe had the occasional flash of the reaccuring nightmare she kept experiencing over and over, and her surroundings started to become vaguley familiar, but she couldn't recognise at the same time where she was. It was like Deja Vu.
Aisah suddenly picked up the pace, as if excited but anxious at the same time.
"Hey, slow down." Zoe ordered, but Aisah risked ignoring her, she was already where she needed to be. She started clawing away debrie leaves and branches which revealed itself to be covering something. As Zoe got closer, she saw the door which had a octagonal symbol on with a funny symbol in the middle that Zoe recognised somewhere, but couldn't put her finger on it.
"What's in there?" Zoe demmanded to know.
"It's called the Staff." Aisah replied quietly, as she struggled to open the door. Zoe placed the gun back in her back pocket and helped Aisah open the steel metal doors. They sure were heavy, and after a lot of huffing and puffing and pulling, they managed it, and they soon found themselves infront of a tunnel of darkness. Zoe withdrew her weapon again and pointed it at Aisah.
"You first." Zoe told her firmly, and reluctantly, Aisah did as she was told, and began to decsend down the steps into the darkness, promplty followed by Zoe. Not far from the top of the steep steps, Aisah moved closer to the right wall, where just visible in the sunlight that shone through the entrance was a small cupboard inserted in the wall. She opened it. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?"
Aisah withdrew a torch from the box cupboard thing, and showed it to Zoe.
"Thought we could use some light." Aisah replied bitterly. "Unless you fancy strolling around here blindly and walk into an ambush?" Zoe grabbed the torch, watching Aisah furiously.
"I swear, if you and your people do anything else to me..." Zoe trailed off, not bothering to finish the threat, as she realised she hadn't completly thought this through. What if this was a trap? What if they were going to kidnap her again? Fear swept over her face once again, and she could feel her heart rate, almost hear it too, beating faster then a hyperlating rabbit. Aisah seemed to sense what Zoe was thinking, and she smirked slyly to herself as she took another torch out for herself.
"What are you smiling about? Get moving!" Zoe barked, trying to push the fear our and regain her confidence. The smile from Aisah's face was then replaced by a serious one.
"Ok, follow me then." Aisah replied coldly, and they continued to decend down the dark tunnel of the Staff, the torchlight only lighting so far ahead. Aisah led them down a corridor, where they stopped at what looked like a huge fuse box.
"What's that?" Zoe questioned cautiously.
"It has a button that will light the whole place up, better then torch light. Ok?" Aisah replied calmly.
"Ok, but if you try anything...." Zoe answered her.
"...yeah, yeah, you'll shoot me." Aisah replied, still nervously. Aisah opened the box and flicked a few switches, and like she said, the station started to light up, and all Zoe could see was endless corridors and lots of doors. The brightness of the light blinded her temporarily, and she had another flashback, different to her reaccuring one. She was in a hospital, she was handcuffed to a bed...
"So..." Zoe breathed, feeling a shortness of breath. "Tell me....what this place is." Zoe felt a sharp jabbing pain in her right hip and then suddenly a bolt through her head, she screwed up her face and clenched her jaw, crying out a little. "Whats - it - for???" Then before she knew it, she collapsed to the floor unconcious.
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Post by blackcanary on Feb 16, 2009 22:35:18 GMT -4
Day 43
Aisah stared in astonishment at the woman lying unconsciously at her feet. She put out her hand tentatively, then drew back. Quickly she reached out again and snatched the gun from Zoe, hiding it in the jeans Kate lent her. That taken care of, she breathed out in relief. Aisah bent down and felt Zoe's wrist. Her pulse was strong.
She scanned the room for a moment, then left Zoe's side to find the vault. After some tinkering in a back room, she unlatched the hidden door and heaved it open. She turned on the light inside, illuminating medical equipment with a soft blue glow. She felt a twinge familiarity.
“...How poignant it will be on that inevitable night, when she shows up on my door in tears and rags! Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite! Shall I take her in, or hurl her to the wolves? Give her kindness, or the treatment she deserves?” Henry Higgins monologued.
A seventeen year old Aisah chewed her pen. She sat cross-legged in a white plastic chair and watched the television set in the wall of her room. The small living space was lit with blue florescent light.
“And yet... I've grown accustomed to the trace... of something in the air... Accustomed... to her... face.”
Higgins suddenly vanished and a sequence of letters appeared on the screen. Aisah studied the image. Then Higgins reappeared and began to sing. These portions of information happened every eight minutes. When the movie was over, she would have to put together the entire picture from the bits given throughout the movie. Sometimes it was of a star map, sometimes it was parts of a machine. Today it seemed to be a genetic code.
The movie ended. She picked up a notebook off the floor, scratching at the IV in her arm, and brought it up to her lap. She began to write out the letters. AACCTTGTA... Aisah finished the sequence. She loosened her grip on the pen and looked hard at the page. It was wrong. There were twenty three bases. Only sixteen of them paired.
“s**t,” Aiash looked up at the blank screen. She missed something. How could she miss something? She knocked her head against the back of the chair and looked up at the ceiling, then snapped back down to her notebook and flipped the page back to the beginning and checked again. Did she get so engrossed in the film that she didn't notice one of the pieces? She knew what they'd do if she made a mistake on her exercise. She couldn't let them know. Aisah felt anxiety rise from her stomach.
She'd fudge it, Aisah decided. She'd done a million of them before, how hard could it be? She pressed her pen down and wrote a letter in the missing place. Then another and another until she finished her imaginary sequence. It looked like it made sense, maybe they wouldn't notice...
A pounding at the metal door tore her attention away. She slammed her notebook closed as the viewing window slid open and a man's eyes appeared.
“What the hell are you doing in here number 63!” the young man yelled into the room. Aisah yelped.
“Jemmy do not scare me like that!” she threw her pen at the window. Jemmy drew away and laughed.
“Just keeping you on your toes. Get dressed and we'll get you some sunshine,” he responded, then slid the window shut.
Aisah darted back to Zoe. She was still out, to Aisah's surprise. Aisah hooked her arms under Zoe's armpits and dragged her towards the vault. After some awkward effort, she pulled Zoe up onto the bed. Her leg dangled off the side and she was twisted face down. Aisah stepped back to look at her. No, she couldn't leave her like that. She stepped forward again and rearranged Zoe's limbs to be in what Aisah figured was a comfortable position. She stepped back again. Much better.
“Well it was nice to meet you, Zoe,” she patted Zoe on the arm and turned to leave.
“Nnn,” Zoe moaned, “no.” Aisah spun to face her again, but Zoe was still and her eyes closed.
“I want to go home, Richard I will not... Ethan,” Zoe mumbled. Aisah gawked at her. Zoe's face scrunched and she made a pained noise, then relaxed again as she drifted back into unconsciousness. Aisah looked to the right. She noticed a pair of handcuffs and keys on the bedside table. Slowly she picked them up and cuffed Zoe to the railing. Then she went to find some water.
“I want to go home,” Aisah declared as she walked with Jemmy along a sidewalk lined with green grass and shaded by fat palm trees. A few of the other students walked around with their escorts as well.
Jemmy sighed, “do you even remember where you lived before?”
“I remember enough to know I would rather be there,” Aisah looked up at the clear dome above them, “where I can see the sky without this upturned polystyrene bowl in the way.”
“You'd never know what polystyrene was back home. Wouldn't that be sad?” Jemmy remarked dryly. Aisah shot him a look and smiled. He was the only escort that didn't ignore her when she said she wanted to go home. It made her feel important. Jemmy focused on the view. There was a gazebo in the center of the naturarium, and tall exotic plants lined the sides of the enclosure to obscure whatever was outside.
“I could break out if I tried. These baby farmers would not care. All I need is a-” Aisah began. Jemmy halted, prompting Aisah to stop and turn towards him.
“This is the only place you are safe,” Jemmy reminded her, “You know you'll get sick if you leave, so please stop telling me you are going to break out. You might as well say you want to commit suicide,” he sounded exacerbated. Aisah decided not to take the issue any further. He was right. She would never get away from the Mittelos Center.
Aisah had a desk chair pulled up to the hospital bed. She sat next to Zoe with a cold rag on her forehead. She waited to see if Zoe would speak again. All she got was something about a zoo, and nothing more about Richard Alpert. She did mention Ben Linus in a bout of delirium, however, which was promising. This woman might be important to them. Aisah's attention drifted away and she looked around the room. There was an ultrasound monitor that caught her eye. Aisah frowned at it. Zoe stirred.
“What-” she tried to move her arm and the handcuff clanged against the rail, “No!” She yelled defiantly, then looked at Aisah and seemed to regain her senses. Zoe laid back down. She looked nauseous.
“You can't be serious,” Zoe jingled the cuffs, “Again?”
“I am sorry I didn't want to risk fighting you,” Aisah explained, not understanding Zoe's meaning, “You do not look well. I will take you back to your camp so that you can get medical aid, then we will go to see... my people. But I will only do this if you promise not to reveal who I am to your friends.”
“If I don't agree are you going to keep me chained to the bed?”
“Yes, and worse if you break the promise,” Aisah threatened. Zoe thought a moment, “I won't tell. What good would you be then.”
Aisah moved forward cautiously and unlocked the handcuffs, but pulled out the gun and kept it at her side, “can you walk?”
Zoe slipped off the bed, became dizzy a moment, but remained steady on her feet, “why did you take me here?”
Aisah handed a bottle of water with a Dharma logo on it to Zoe, “I have the gun. I get to ask questions now, not you.” Zoe took the bottle and drank without looking away from Aisah. The glare she gave betrayed her exhausted posture.
“Let's go,” Aisah motioned for Zoe to leave first. They reached the hatch doors and lifted them out. The sun was beginning to go down. Aisah recovered the hatch with vines while Zoe stumbled away. Aisah joined her and they began the trek to the camp. After a few yards, Zoe stopped.
“Do you hear that,” Zoe looked around the clearing. Aisah walked up and stood by her. A small twig cracked in the distance. Then another one from the other side of the jungle. They jerked their heads at the sound. The birds were quiet, and they heard whispers.
“Oh no,” Zoe tensed. Aisah pulled out her gun. A blast cracked open the ground to the left and sent them ducking for cover. A giant peal of smoke erupted from the hole.
“Run back run back!” Zoe yelled. The two headed in the direction of the hatch. The black behemoth roared after them, knocking down saplings and in its path. Zoe tore at the vines covering the door and Aisah turned to fire on the creature. Six shots rang out through the jungle, whizzing through the smoke. The thing stopped, making a guttural noise. It wavered in front of Aisah as Zoe summoned the strength to open one of the doors. Aisah stood transfixed, gun pointed at the smoke, clicking its empty rounds.
“Get in you idiot!” Zoe called from the inside entrance. Aisah backed up slowly, attempting to stare it down like it was a wild animal. The smoke hovered. She gripped the interior handle of the door and stepped a foot in. Suddenly the smoke lunged and she fell through, the door slamming behind her.
Zoe and Aisah sped down the hall. The thing outside repeatedly bore down on the door, making frightening sounds. The two hid back in the vault with a quiet panic and waited. The banging wouldn't stop, echoing through the station. But then, just when they were sure the doors would break, it became silent.
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Post by tigerlily on Feb 17, 2009 19:22:16 GMT -4
Jo sat alone by the fire on the beach, replaying the scene in her mind as she gazed over the sunlit water, frowning slightly. Nothing made sense on this island, nothing at all. It was strange enough to see Christian Shephard on the island in the days after the crash, something she had chalked up to potential head trauma. Then there was the mysterious missing chunk of memory that continued to elude her. And now, to see Boone so soon after watching him die, to see how alive he looked and felt...it was almost too much to take. She thought she might be losing her mind.
Jack appeared by her side and sat down in the sand. "You've been quiet today," he commented. Jo nodded. "I know," she replied, unable to say anything more.
"Zoe and Asiah have both gone missing," Jack continued in a serious, hushed tone.
"Asiah?"
"Our new arrival."
Jo's jaw dropped in astonishment. "When?"
"Earlier today. They knocked Kate out and took her gun."
"Why didn't you tell me? Is Kate okay?"
"She's okay; more than anything she's mad at herself for letting it happen. You've got enough on your mind, and I didn't want to add to your worries. I know you're grieving for Boone..." Jack's voice trailed off, as though he didn't know what he could say that could possibly make Jo feel better.
Jo sighed softly to herself. As terrified as she was of the potential outcome, now was probably the best time to tell Jack exactly how close she and Boone had become.
"Jack, there's something you should know about Boone."
Jack shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't want to know," he declared. "You came back to me, and that's enough."
Jack pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. Jo kissed back, happy and grateful that she wouldn't have to explain her infidelity. At least not yet.
Kate stepped out of her tent, lightly touching the wound on her head and wincing from the pain. Her face fell as she watched Jack and Jo kissing on the beach, her eyes full of unspoken jealousy.
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Jo walked towards the tent she now shared with Jack as the sun was setting, then stopped in her tracks. Boone stood there waiting, his finger over his lips in a gesture of silence. Jo squeezed her eyes shut and willed the hallucination to disappear, but he was still there when she opened them again. Wordlessly, Boone walked towards the jungle and, once again, disappeared into the trees.
Jo hesitated for a moment, and glanced around her. She could see Jack talking to Claire and playing with baby Aaron. The last time she followed Christian into the jungle, he had led her to the caves, and to Jack. She felt certain that following Boone would take her far away from Jack, perhaps forever. But her instinct told her to follow Boone. She was supposed to follow Boone.
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Jo walked endlessly, always deeper into the unfamiliar jungle. Boone didn't say a word. He still appeared as he had on his deathbed, covered in blood. Finally, he turned around and smiled very slightly. "You're on your own now. This is as far as I go."
Before Jo could protest, Boone had vanished. She had no time to react; the ground began to shake and a sound like rushing thunder swarmed nearby. Jo knew that sound. She fled for the nearest banyan tree and watched as the black cloud hurdled past her and into a clearing. Then she heard something above the roar, something that sounded like a gunshot, and voices screaming. Then something heavy striking a metallic object, and more screams. Terrified, Jo sank to her knees until the uproar ceased and all was completely still.
Tentatively, she stepped out of the tree and towards the source of the gunshot and the screams. She walked into the clearing and was suddenly thrown backwards by the force of a dozen memories suddenly invading her mind. She saw herself handcuffed to a metal bench, she saw Zoe in a hospital bed, she saw someone injecting her with gold serum...he looked like Chase. Could it possibly be Chase?
The memories cleared and in that instant she knew exactly where to go. Boone had brought her here to restore her lost memories, she was sure of it. She found the doors to the Staff, badly damaged now from the Smoke Monster, and flung them open. She stepped into the dimly lit hallway, wishing she had a gun to defend herself.
"Hello?" she asked, first softly, then more boldly, her voice echoing down the hallway. "I know someone is in here - show me who you are!" she demanded, trying desperately to hide the fear in her voice.
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Post by fearandloathin on Feb 23, 2009 19:45:53 GMT -4
Taken aback by all the sudden action, Zoe took a moment for a breather, her heart still beating unbelievable fast from the thought of a strange black smoke ripping her out from an uknown yet familiar building to do god knows what, but she was sure whatever it could be, it would be the end result just like the pilot.
However, she did quickly recognise that Aisah was now unarmed, and therefore, more potentially harmless., even though Zoe was still feeling weak from lack of food, she was determined to find out what happened to her all those weeks ago. Flashes of being handcuffed to a bed and the vivid dreams of Ethan just weren't good enough.
"What was that thing?" Aisah asked, whispering. Zoe turned to look at her.
"Your guess is as good as mine." Zoe replied aburptly. The silence outside continued. Zoe went to open the door.
"Wait - what are you doing?" Aisah asked. "You can't go out there - what if that thing is still out there?"
"And what if its not?" Zoe retorted, and continued to open the door, letting a burst of light through the room. The outside doors were open. Someone was here. It was then, at that time of realisation, Zoe heard someone shout out.
"Hello?" It was a woman. Someone she knew. Jo? "I know someone is in here - show me who you are!" she demanded. It was definately Jo.
"Down here!" Zoe shouted out. She knew it would be better to have two against one if she was going to get what she wanted, and seeing as Jo had been under the same circumstances as her, maybe Jo was looking for the same thing as she was. Answers.
"Who's that?" Aisah asked.
"A friend." Zoe replied as she heard footsteps getting closer. She knew Jo would fuss over them, give them a medical check, and Zoe was in no mood to be marched back to the beach to replenish her health. She had to find the rest of the Others. She felt faint again, but ignored it, she was breathing heavily, but she asumed that was from the adrenaline pumping through her body.
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Post by tigerlily on Mar 15, 2009 0:37:16 GMT -4
(WARNING: This post is heavily influenced by margaritas and is therefore subject to future revision as deemed necessary by the author when sobriety has returned. Thank you for your patience. ;D )
The familiar voice startled Jo. She could almost place who it was, but not quite. She crept towards the faint light spilling into the dark hallway. A door was open. She was afraid, but she continued towards it, because the only other choice was returning to the beach camp where some explanation for her sudden absence would be demanded of her. Might as well forge ahead and see what comes of it, she thought to herself.
The hallway seemed infinitely long. Jo looked into one of the doors branching off from the main hallway; it was an abandoned operating room. Suddenly she was again flooded with memories of this place. She saw flashbacks of Ethan, and Chase, and a mysterious man named Ben. After a moment they subsided, and she continued on.
She stopped before she reached the door. Zoe was there, waving to her eagerly to come towards her. Someone stood behind her, but Jo couldn't quite make out who it was. She stepped closer, and was now in the doorway. Then she recognized the figure behind Zoe. It was Asiah, the camp's newest arrival.
Jo stared at Zoe in disbelief. "You remember this place, don't you?" she asked in a low voice. Zoe nodded in agreement."Come inside," Zoe replied.
Jo stepped through the doorway and took a good look at Zoe and Asiah. She was startled by what she saw. "When was the last time you ate anything, Zoe? I've never seen you so pale!" She stepped towards Zoe and Zoe took a step backwards. "You need a doctor! And Asiah, look at you! You're going to pass out any moment! Both of you need a doctor. You're lucky I'm here!" Jo scolded them.
Zoe scowled. An overbearing doctor was the last thing she wanted right now.
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Post by fearandloathin on Mar 22, 2009 13:58:44 GMT -4
(Oops didn't even realise someone posted! lol)
Zoe vaugley rememered the mysterious dharma station, but a flash of her on a bed, anchored to it by handcuffs was all she could remember. Zoe rolled her eyes when Jo started to fuss over her, although she could feel her stomache complainging when Jo mentioned it, she took out a bottle of water and took a long sip. She ignored her hunger. She had things to do. She could eat later.
"Jo, I'm fine, honestly. I just need to find her people." Zoe indicated towards Aisha. Anyway, what are you doing here?"
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