Part 85 : Motherly
It was starting to get into the twilight. They had spent the good portion of the day with the Red Faction. They seemed like a great bunch of kids, despite the fact that they were raised on an island. Tony made sure to tell McKay to tell Alexander they greatly appreciated the fruit and supplies. Alexander motioned for them to get to them their last gifts. He walked over and picked up one of the metal boxes they brought. He held it on his upper arm and opened it revealing the contents. McKay blinked when he saw a 1911 .45 pistol with two clips and a bunch of bullets. Alexander said something to them and handed it to McKay. “Tony, he brought two more pistols for us,” the Australian asked.
“They have guns?” the blind doctor said alarmed, “Why don’t they use them?”
McKay asked Alexander and he responded with, “We do use them to repeal the white beasts but mostly it’s because they are too loud.”
“Too loud?” John chuckled, “That’s a kids response.”
“Living on this island all these years with no adult to emulate, that would make sense.” McKay replied.
“Tell him, thank you, for everything.” Tony smiled.
McKay told Alexander what he said, and the young blonde bowed to them all. He even started referring to Tony, McKay and John as the Honored Elders of the Beach Tribe. Alexander then motioned to one of his boys and the boy then ran to all the other kids, screaming something in French. “What did he say?” asked Marita.
“It’s time to leave,” McKay sighed.
All the kids then began to give their farewells to the people they met up with. They enjoyed their gifts of beach towels, sunglasses and various other items they were able to give to them. Shanna waved goodbye to Claire and Flower as they walked away, bands in their hair. The red head rested her hand on the hilt of the short sword they gave her. She would probably never use it but she felt good to have it.
Seth waved goodbye to the boy he called Pierre. The kids still chewing their gum but it had probably lost all flavor in it a while ago. He just smirked at the humor in it. Mia gave Marie a goodbye hug, hoping she’ll see her again. She then started to walk up the sand toward Seth. “Anybody missing?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he replied, “Let’s go see.”
The two friends walked over to the other kids and motioned for them to look into the distance. When they realized it was time to leave, they all went running. Mia smiled. It was nice to have more people on the island but it wasn’t the ones she was hoping for. She was hoping for more survivors. The Lakota girl felt in her heart their was other survivors on the island, cause of her dreams of the Bald Man. But in order to convince the others, she would need proof. She wondered if she would ever find it.
Then she paused when she saw something bizarre to the edge of the jungle. Seth couldn’t stop blinking at the sight. It was Cecil, giving a farewell kiss to one of the girls. The brown hair girl told him goodbye in French and then ran back to join her friends. Seth watched the girl leave and then looked back to Cecil, feeling like he was gonna throw up. Mia just looked at him in anger and pity. “Shoo-Wee!” Cecil exclaimed, “The lips on that little French girl. Tell me; how is it you think she knew what to do?”
“I can’t believe you took advantage of that young girl,” Mia said disgusted.
“Wise up, Mia. They are just now turning 16 and 17 obviously. Raging hormones,” the old man coughed slightly, “I was only too happy to oblige.”
“You sick bastard!” Seth grunted.
“Oh, what’s a matter, son?” Cecil grinned, feeling of his crotch, “You feeling left out? Why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you what a real man is hung like?”
Seth made a move toward him. He wanted to bash the old man’s brains in for being such a scumbag. However, before he could move, Mia grabbed him by the arm. When the young man looked back to her friend, she just gently shook her head, telling him not to fall into the goading of the old man. Seth just muttered and walked away. “Ya’ll come back now, ya hear!” Cecil laughed at him.
“You are vile, Cecil,” Mia hissed, and started to walk away.
“Why did you stop him?” he asked.
The Lakota girl stopped and turned around. “What?” she asked.
“I said, why did you stop him?” he said, walking closer to him, “Boy like Seth is young and vital. I am an old man. We both know he could wipe this beach with me. And I know you secretly wanted him to hurt me for getting me some of that little . . . .sucky, sucky. So I ask again, why stop him?”
Mia walked up to him and stared him in the eyes. “You got what you wanted, Cecil,” she hissed, “you’ve been looking for it every since you were marooned with us. I saw no reason to deny a dying man a last request.”
Cecil stopped smiling. The Lakota girl just reminded them of their conversation the other day when the old man confessed to her he had lung cancer. It didn’t matter, considering that she, somehow, already knew he was dying. “You really believe that?” he asked, “You really think I ain’t making it off this island alive?”
“OH, I know you won’t, “ the young girl grunted, “And at this point, I can’t hardly wait!”
Mia walked away again a second time, and Cecil called her back a second time. “What is it, now?” she grunted.
“If you are right, and I ain’t gonna make it back to Alabama, . . .can you promise me something?” he asked.
“And what might that be?”
Cecil then removed his black wallet and held it up to her. “When the time comes, could you make sure I get buried and you take my wallet?”
“I’ll make sure you are buried but I won’t take your money, Cecil.” She replied.
“No, it ain’t that.” He said, opening the wallet.
He opened it up and revealed a wallet size group photo. The man in the picture was clearly Cecil, along with a woman and a young boy, about 2 years old. “That’s my son, Jimmy-Boy,” he pointed, “Haven’t spoken to him in 8 years. He lives in Alabama. His mother left him when he was only four. This is her only picture. Could you get it back to him?”
Mia felt a touch of hopelessness coming from the old man. She was reminded of when her own mother left her when she was just a girl. And now all that Cecil’s son would have would be that wallet sized photo. Mia slowly shook her head, saying she would do it.
“Much obliged.” Cecil smiled, “I knew I could count on you, Mia.”
“Can I possibly ask something in return?” she retorted.
“If you like.”
“For the rest of your duration here; . . .BEHAVE.” she said sternly.
Cecil laughed and shook his head, “I’ll give it a try, darlin.”
Mia just rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving Cecil to laugh about her suggestion, as if it was some kind of a joke. In an essence, it probably was to him. As the Lakota girl walked on, she was starting to remember all the other things she had to settle. Seth and Shanna’s constant playful arguing. Stopping Seth from beating up Cecil. Getting Brendon to reveal the terrible secret that has plagued his soul for some time. John, McKay and Tony may be the fathers of their little group.
She was starting to feel like the Mother.
“They have guns?” the blind doctor said alarmed, “Why don’t they use them?”
McKay asked Alexander and he responded with, “We do use them to repeal the white beasts but mostly it’s because they are too loud.”
“Too loud?” John chuckled, “That’s a kids response.”
“Living on this island all these years with no adult to emulate, that would make sense.” McKay replied.
“Tell him, thank you, for everything.” Tony smiled.
McKay told Alexander what he said, and the young blonde bowed to them all. He even started referring to Tony, McKay and John as the Honored Elders of the Beach Tribe. Alexander then motioned to one of his boys and the boy then ran to all the other kids, screaming something in French. “What did he say?” asked Marita.
“It’s time to leave,” McKay sighed.
All the kids then began to give their farewells to the people they met up with. They enjoyed their gifts of beach towels, sunglasses and various other items they were able to give to them. Shanna waved goodbye to Claire and Flower as they walked away, bands in their hair. The red head rested her hand on the hilt of the short sword they gave her. She would probably never use it but she felt good to have it.
Seth waved goodbye to the boy he called Pierre. The kids still chewing their gum but it had probably lost all flavor in it a while ago. He just smirked at the humor in it. Mia gave Marie a goodbye hug, hoping she’ll see her again. She then started to walk up the sand toward Seth. “Anybody missing?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he replied, “Let’s go see.”
The two friends walked over to the other kids and motioned for them to look into the distance. When they realized it was time to leave, they all went running. Mia smiled. It was nice to have more people on the island but it wasn’t the ones she was hoping for. She was hoping for more survivors. The Lakota girl felt in her heart their was other survivors on the island, cause of her dreams of the Bald Man. But in order to convince the others, she would need proof. She wondered if she would ever find it.
Then she paused when she saw something bizarre to the edge of the jungle. Seth couldn’t stop blinking at the sight. It was Cecil, giving a farewell kiss to one of the girls. The brown hair girl told him goodbye in French and then ran back to join her friends. Seth watched the girl leave and then looked back to Cecil, feeling like he was gonna throw up. Mia just looked at him in anger and pity. “Shoo-Wee!” Cecil exclaimed, “The lips on that little French girl. Tell me; how is it you think she knew what to do?”
“I can’t believe you took advantage of that young girl,” Mia said disgusted.
“Wise up, Mia. They are just now turning 16 and 17 obviously. Raging hormones,” the old man coughed slightly, “I was only too happy to oblige.”
“You sick bastard!” Seth grunted.
“Oh, what’s a matter, son?” Cecil grinned, feeling of his crotch, “You feeling left out? Why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you what a real man is hung like?”
Seth made a move toward him. He wanted to bash the old man’s brains in for being such a scumbag. However, before he could move, Mia grabbed him by the arm. When the young man looked back to her friend, she just gently shook her head, telling him not to fall into the goading of the old man. Seth just muttered and walked away. “Ya’ll come back now, ya hear!” Cecil laughed at him.
“You are vile, Cecil,” Mia hissed, and started to walk away.
“Why did you stop him?” he asked.
The Lakota girl stopped and turned around. “What?” she asked.
“I said, why did you stop him?” he said, walking closer to him, “Boy like Seth is young and vital. I am an old man. We both know he could wipe this beach with me. And I know you secretly wanted him to hurt me for getting me some of that little . . . .sucky, sucky. So I ask again, why stop him?”
Mia walked up to him and stared him in the eyes. “You got what you wanted, Cecil,” she hissed, “you’ve been looking for it every since you were marooned with us. I saw no reason to deny a dying man a last request.”
Cecil stopped smiling. The Lakota girl just reminded them of their conversation the other day when the old man confessed to her he had lung cancer. It didn’t matter, considering that she, somehow, already knew he was dying. “You really believe that?” he asked, “You really think I ain’t making it off this island alive?”
“OH, I know you won’t, “ the young girl grunted, “And at this point, I can’t hardly wait!”
Mia walked away again a second time, and Cecil called her back a second time. “What is it, now?” she grunted.
“If you are right, and I ain’t gonna make it back to Alabama, . . .can you promise me something?” he asked.
“And what might that be?”
Cecil then removed his black wallet and held it up to her. “When the time comes, could you make sure I get buried and you take my wallet?”
“I’ll make sure you are buried but I won’t take your money, Cecil.” She replied.
“No, it ain’t that.” He said, opening the wallet.
He opened it up and revealed a wallet size group photo. The man in the picture was clearly Cecil, along with a woman and a young boy, about 2 years old. “That’s my son, Jimmy-Boy,” he pointed, “Haven’t spoken to him in 8 years. He lives in Alabama. His mother left him when he was only four. This is her only picture. Could you get it back to him?”
Mia felt a touch of hopelessness coming from the old man. She was reminded of when her own mother left her when she was just a girl. And now all that Cecil’s son would have would be that wallet sized photo. Mia slowly shook her head, saying she would do it.
“Much obliged.” Cecil smiled, “I knew I could count on you, Mia.”
“Can I possibly ask something in return?” she retorted.
“If you like.”
“For the rest of your duration here; . . .BEHAVE.” she said sternly.
Cecil laughed and shook his head, “I’ll give it a try, darlin.”
Mia just rolled her eyes and walked away, leaving Cecil to laugh about her suggestion, as if it was some kind of a joke. In an essence, it probably was to him. As the Lakota girl walked on, she was starting to remember all the other things she had to settle. Seth and Shanna’s constant playful arguing. Stopping Seth from beating up Cecil. Getting Brendon to reveal the terrible secret that has plagued his soul for some time. John, McKay and Tony may be the fathers of their little group.
She was starting to feel like the Mother.
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