Part 153: Companions
The night had fallen onto the beach. Most everyone was asleep. A few stirred awake; complaining that they never got used to sleeping on the sand.
Mandy slowly woke her eyes. She looked over to make sure her dreamboat Boone was still with her. He had past out, after a hard days’ work. He never told her what he was doing but she didn’t care. Every waking moment with him was wonderful. She leaned up and kissed him. He smiled, and shifted over to his side. The young blonde then stood up and stretched. She began to walk into the woods to take care of some business.
After a few minutes of walking into the moonlight darkness, she found a secluded spot. She crotched down and began to use the bathroom. She felt such relief. She definitely missed bathrooms. And toilet paper for that matter. Mandy then looked around for a large enough leaf to wipe herself. She started pulling branches toward her to look for smooth leaves. “Hey,” someone whispered.
“WHOA!” Mandy squeaked, nearly falling over.
“Sorry, “Shannon giggled, under her own cropping of bushes, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s cool, I just . .wasn’t expecting anybody else out here.” Mandy giggled to herself.
“Use the leaf that ends with two points. It doesn’t cause a scrape.” She pointed.
“Thank you,” Mandy smiled, not expecting Shannon to be this nice.
Or was it?
Was it a cruel joke that once she wiped herself with the leaf, she would get a massive rash in her private area? Would Shannon be that cruel? Mandy wasn’t sure. She decided to take the risk, cause she couldn’t squat there all night. The young blonde gently took off leaf and cleaned herself with it. Not only did it not scrape, it actually felt smooth. Shannon then reached over and took another leaf exactly like it. Mandy sighed, glad she was wrong about it being a cruel joke. The other blonde then stood up, straightening herself. “We had to go through six kinds of leafs before we found the right one to use,” she giggled.
“I miss toilet paper,” Mandy stood up as well.
“I miss TOILETS.” Shannon grunted.
The two blondes then laughed quietly in their mutual joke. Mandy was deeply surprised. She never expected Shannon to be this way, after their little squabble about Boone and her having sex. Shannon then motioned for her to follow her back to the beach.
As the two blondes started to walk through the woods, Shannon led the way. The taller blonde then smiled at Mandy. “I never expected to run into you like this but I wanted to get you alone.” She whispered.
“Oh?” Mandy was interested.
“I wanted to tell you . . . I’m sorry for snapping at you the other day. It was wrong for me to butt in. It’s yours and Boone’s business.”
Mandy smirked, “Okay who are you and what did you do with Shannon?”
“Oh, stop it.” She laughed.
“I am serious, Shannon. I love you for saying all of this but I didn’t expect it. Not in the least.”
“Truth be told I wasn’t expecting myself to say it either. But recently, I was given . . some tough love.”
Mandy smiled at her.
“Everybody deserves the chance to start over. Myself, included.” Shannon sighed, as they continued walking.
“Yes, we all deserve the chance to start over.” Mandy smiled, remembering her own past.
Shannon turned to face her. The two young women found themselves alone in the jungle. Mandy could tell the other girl had something on her mind. The blonde bowed her head, rubbing her mouth. “Mandy, I have. ..I have to tell you something.” She whispered.
Mandy then blinked, realizing it was a big secret. She immediately grabbed her hands. “No, you don’t.” she whispered.
Shannon then froze. She was about to bare her soul to this woman but the woman refused for her. Then it donned to her. “You already know?” she asked.
“Yes,” Mandy sighed, with a sympatheic grin, “And I thank you for going to tell me.”
“I am glad he told you. I was just going to . .tell you cause . .I see something in your love for Boone I haven’t seen in a very long time.”
“What’s that?” the blonde asked.
“It’s real.” Shannon smiled, “I’ve been in many relationships with many men and . . .I never knew what love was . . .not till I saw you two together.”
Mandy almost got teary eyed, “Shannon, that . .is the nicest thing anybody has every said to me.”
“I hope your love lasts a long time.” The taller girl embraced her.
“And I hope you find what you seek.” The younger blonde returned the hug.
The two girls part; a silent forgiveness. Shannon disappeared back in the distance of the jungle as they arrived at the beach. Mandy watched her leave; curious who it was that gave her that tough love. Sayid? She could tell the way she was looking at him. She hoped it was the Middle Easterner who set her on the right path.
Everyone deserves the chance to be happy.
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Locke continued to rebuild the trebuchet. The bald man had been working on it all through the night. He was tired but he wasn’t about to give up. He paused when he heard two sets of footsteps in the distance. He turned to see Boone and Mia walking together toward him. Boone gave him a disgusted glare. Mia simply looked defeated. “You are both late.” The older man said.
“Late for what?” Boone grunted.
“Late for work,” the older man said as if it was obvious.
Boone threw down his backpack, “I think I am done working, John.”
“I’m sorry, what?” he gasped.
“We’re never going to open that thing!” the younger man pointed, “You say you can, but you can’t!”
“No, don’t tell me what I can’t do.” Locke grunted.
“He’s right, sir,” Mia sat down, “It’s hopeless.”
“Mia, no,” the older man pointed at her, “Not you! Your faith is stronger than this.”
“Don't you get it?!” Boone screamed,” It's a dead end. You're not getting in.”
“That's impossible. We didn't find this by accident. We're supposed to. . .” the older man was trying to convince.
“Oh, we're supposed to. We're supposed to find this, right? We're supposed to open it, right? Then tell me something, John, if we're supposed to open it, then why the hell haven't we opened it yet?”
“The island will send us a sign.” He assured him.
“OH? OH, the island will SEND us a sign!” Boone laughed sarcastically.
“All that's happening now is our faith is being tested, our commitment. But we will open it. The island will show us how.”
“What kind of sign is it going to send us, sir?” Mia asked, “Is it a good one or a bad sign?”
In the background, the song Born Under a Bad Sign began to play. Locke turned around, wondering where the music was coming from. Then he gasped as he saw his mother, standing by the edge of the jungle. She then pointed skyward. Locke turned and looked upward. A waterplane then plummeted out of the sky, on fire. “Boone?” the older man gasped, “Mia? Did you two see . . “
Locked turned around and then saw Mia standing with Boone on top of the hatch. Both of them were looking at the direction of the falling plane. Then in the blink of an eye they were both covered in blood. Locke gasped. Then they were back to normal, then covered in blood again. “Guys?” the old man whispered.
“Theresa falls up the stairs. Theresa falls down the stairs. Theresa falls up the stairs. Theresa falls down the stairs.” Boone repeated over and over.
“I will choose my own fate. I will choose my own fate. I will choose my own fate. I will choose my own fate.” Mia repeated over and over.
Locke then blinked again and then he was back in his wheelchair. He started to panic as his legs were not moving. He fought to try to get up. “NO!” He begged, “Please don’t take it back!”
Then someone grabbed his wheelchair and flung it forward, dumping him out onto the ground. Locke screamed in pain as he felt a massive surge of fire hit his lower back, where his surgery happen. The pain stopped. He heard the dripping of blood on the ground. Locke slowly looked up to see his father, holding his bloodied kidney in his hand. “Thank you, son,” he whispered.
“No, don’t . . “ the grunted.
Then the man he thought as his father started laughing maniacally. Locke felt so weak; no defeated. Then in the wisp of a second, his father’s head exploded. The bald man jolted as he saw a Tomahawk embedded in his father’s skull. The other man collapsed and fell down. In the distance an older woman started to walk toward him. Locke stared at her. She was an old woman, one he had never seen before in his life. Judging by her skin color, and dress, she was a native American. Could this be . . . Mia’s grandmother?
The old woman stepped on his father’s shoulder blades and yanked the hatchet out of his head. Then she flung it into the ground and walked over, helping Locke up. The bald man struggled and then she set him back into his wheelchair. He looked up at her and she stared down at him. “It’s not easy, is it?” she whispered.
“What isn’t?” he asked.
“Making decisions.” The old woman sighed, “Paper or plastic. Plain or crunchy. Money or credit cards. Rain or Shine.”
Then she turned to the two younger people who were still chanting their sentences. “Life or death.” She whispered.
“NO!” Locke screamed, “They are not going to die.”
“We all die, Locke. It’s only a question of when and how,” the old woman sighed, “For you, it won’t happen for a while. But for them . . .it may or may not happen sooner than you think.”
“What must I do?” he begged.
“You? You will do nothing,” the old woman glared menacingly, “Have you not heard a word my granddaughter has said?”
Locke looked to Mia. The young Lakota girl slowly stopped staring at the sky and then stared at him. “I will choose my own fate. I will choose my own fate.” She repeated over and over.
“Mia will decide her own outcome,” her grandmother warned, “The rest is yours to decide.”
“How must I decide?” Locke demanded, “What do I have to do?”
The old woman didn’t move. Then she thrust her face closer to his in the blink of an eye. “WAKKKEEE UPPPPPP!!!” she screamed.
Locke then yelped as she stabbed the sharp end of her hatchet into his leg.
The bald man then woke up abruptly. He quickly leaned up and grabbed his leg. The sweat rolled off brow, as he realized it was a dream. Locke leaned back and gasped. He placed his hands over his face, wondering what to make of the dream.
He checked his watch. It was going to be sunup soon. No reason to go back to sleep, might as well get prepped to rebuild the trebuchet. But the dream stuck in his brain. Mia’s Fate. Boone and this Theresa person. The old native American woman. The falling plane.
How did it all connect?
Mandy slowly woke her eyes. She looked over to make sure her dreamboat Boone was still with her. He had past out, after a hard days’ work. He never told her what he was doing but she didn’t care. Every waking moment with him was wonderful. She leaned up and kissed him. He smiled, and shifted over to his side. The young blonde then stood up and stretched. She began to walk into the woods to take care of some business.
After a few minutes of walking into the moonlight darkness, she found a secluded spot. She crotched down and began to use the bathroom. She felt such relief. She definitely missed bathrooms. And toilet paper for that matter. Mandy then looked around for a large enough leaf to wipe herself. She started pulling branches toward her to look for smooth leaves. “Hey,” someone whispered.
“WHOA!” Mandy squeaked, nearly falling over.
“Sorry, “Shannon giggled, under her own cropping of bushes, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s cool, I just . .wasn’t expecting anybody else out here.” Mandy giggled to herself.
“Use the leaf that ends with two points. It doesn’t cause a scrape.” She pointed.
“Thank you,” Mandy smiled, not expecting Shannon to be this nice.
Or was it?
Was it a cruel joke that once she wiped herself with the leaf, she would get a massive rash in her private area? Would Shannon be that cruel? Mandy wasn’t sure. She decided to take the risk, cause she couldn’t squat there all night. The young blonde gently took off leaf and cleaned herself with it. Not only did it not scrape, it actually felt smooth. Shannon then reached over and took another leaf exactly like it. Mandy sighed, glad she was wrong about it being a cruel joke. The other blonde then stood up, straightening herself. “We had to go through six kinds of leafs before we found the right one to use,” she giggled.
“I miss toilet paper,” Mandy stood up as well.
“I miss TOILETS.” Shannon grunted.
The two blondes then laughed quietly in their mutual joke. Mandy was deeply surprised. She never expected Shannon to be this way, after their little squabble about Boone and her having sex. Shannon then motioned for her to follow her back to the beach.
As the two blondes started to walk through the woods, Shannon led the way. The taller blonde then smiled at Mandy. “I never expected to run into you like this but I wanted to get you alone.” She whispered.
“Oh?” Mandy was interested.
“I wanted to tell you . . . I’m sorry for snapping at you the other day. It was wrong for me to butt in. It’s yours and Boone’s business.”
Mandy smirked, “Okay who are you and what did you do with Shannon?”
“Oh, stop it.” She laughed.
“I am serious, Shannon. I love you for saying all of this but I didn’t expect it. Not in the least.”
“Truth be told I wasn’t expecting myself to say it either. But recently, I was given . . some tough love.”
Mandy smiled at her.
“Everybody deserves the chance to start over. Myself, included.” Shannon sighed, as they continued walking.
“Yes, we all deserve the chance to start over.” Mandy smiled, remembering her own past.
Shannon turned to face her. The two young women found themselves alone in the jungle. Mandy could tell the other girl had something on her mind. The blonde bowed her head, rubbing her mouth. “Mandy, I have. ..I have to tell you something.” She whispered.
Mandy then blinked, realizing it was a big secret. She immediately grabbed her hands. “No, you don’t.” she whispered.
Shannon then froze. She was about to bare her soul to this woman but the woman refused for her. Then it donned to her. “You already know?” she asked.
“Yes,” Mandy sighed, with a sympatheic grin, “And I thank you for going to tell me.”
“I am glad he told you. I was just going to . .tell you cause . .I see something in your love for Boone I haven’t seen in a very long time.”
“What’s that?” the blonde asked.
“It’s real.” Shannon smiled, “I’ve been in many relationships with many men and . . .I never knew what love was . . .not till I saw you two together.”
Mandy almost got teary eyed, “Shannon, that . .is the nicest thing anybody has every said to me.”
“I hope your love lasts a long time.” The taller girl embraced her.
“And I hope you find what you seek.” The younger blonde returned the hug.
The two girls part; a silent forgiveness. Shannon disappeared back in the distance of the jungle as they arrived at the beach. Mandy watched her leave; curious who it was that gave her that tough love. Sayid? She could tell the way she was looking at him. She hoped it was the Middle Easterner who set her on the right path.
Everyone deserves the chance to be happy.
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Locke continued to rebuild the trebuchet. The bald man had been working on it all through the night. He was tired but he wasn’t about to give up. He paused when he heard two sets of footsteps in the distance. He turned to see Boone and Mia walking together toward him. Boone gave him a disgusted glare. Mia simply looked defeated. “You are both late.” The older man said.
“Late for what?” Boone grunted.
“Late for work,” the older man said as if it was obvious.
Boone threw down his backpack, “I think I am done working, John.”
“I’m sorry, what?” he gasped.
“We’re never going to open that thing!” the younger man pointed, “You say you can, but you can’t!”
“No, don’t tell me what I can’t do.” Locke grunted.
“He’s right, sir,” Mia sat down, “It’s hopeless.”
“Mia, no,” the older man pointed at her, “Not you! Your faith is stronger than this.”
“Don't you get it?!” Boone screamed,” It's a dead end. You're not getting in.”
“That's impossible. We didn't find this by accident. We're supposed to. . .” the older man was trying to convince.
“Oh, we're supposed to. We're supposed to find this, right? We're supposed to open it, right? Then tell me something, John, if we're supposed to open it, then why the hell haven't we opened it yet?”
“The island will send us a sign.” He assured him.
“OH? OH, the island will SEND us a sign!” Boone laughed sarcastically.
“All that's happening now is our faith is being tested, our commitment. But we will open it. The island will show us how.”
“What kind of sign is it going to send us, sir?” Mia asked, “Is it a good one or a bad sign?”
In the background, the song Born Under a Bad Sign began to play. Locke turned around, wondering where the music was coming from. Then he gasped as he saw his mother, standing by the edge of the jungle. She then pointed skyward. Locke turned and looked upward. A waterplane then plummeted out of the sky, on fire. “Boone?” the older man gasped, “Mia? Did you two see . . “
Locked turned around and then saw Mia standing with Boone on top of the hatch. Both of them were looking at the direction of the falling plane. Then in the blink of an eye they were both covered in blood. Locke gasped. Then they were back to normal, then covered in blood again. “Guys?” the old man whispered.
“Theresa falls up the stairs. Theresa falls down the stairs. Theresa falls up the stairs. Theresa falls down the stairs.” Boone repeated over and over.
“I will choose my own fate. I will choose my own fate. I will choose my own fate. I will choose my own fate.” Mia repeated over and over.
Locke then blinked again and then he was back in his wheelchair. He started to panic as his legs were not moving. He fought to try to get up. “NO!” He begged, “Please don’t take it back!”
Then someone grabbed his wheelchair and flung it forward, dumping him out onto the ground. Locke screamed in pain as he felt a massive surge of fire hit his lower back, where his surgery happen. The pain stopped. He heard the dripping of blood on the ground. Locke slowly looked up to see his father, holding his bloodied kidney in his hand. “Thank you, son,” he whispered.
“No, don’t . . “ the grunted.
Then the man he thought as his father started laughing maniacally. Locke felt so weak; no defeated. Then in the wisp of a second, his father’s head exploded. The bald man jolted as he saw a Tomahawk embedded in his father’s skull. The other man collapsed and fell down. In the distance an older woman started to walk toward him. Locke stared at her. She was an old woman, one he had never seen before in his life. Judging by her skin color, and dress, she was a native American. Could this be . . . Mia’s grandmother?
The old woman stepped on his father’s shoulder blades and yanked the hatchet out of his head. Then she flung it into the ground and walked over, helping Locke up. The bald man struggled and then she set him back into his wheelchair. He looked up at her and she stared down at him. “It’s not easy, is it?” she whispered.
“What isn’t?” he asked.
“Making decisions.” The old woman sighed, “Paper or plastic. Plain or crunchy. Money or credit cards. Rain or Shine.”
Then she turned to the two younger people who were still chanting their sentences. “Life or death.” She whispered.
“NO!” Locke screamed, “They are not going to die.”
“We all die, Locke. It’s only a question of when and how,” the old woman sighed, “For you, it won’t happen for a while. But for them . . .it may or may not happen sooner than you think.”
“What must I do?” he begged.
“You? You will do nothing,” the old woman glared menacingly, “Have you not heard a word my granddaughter has said?”
Locke looked to Mia. The young Lakota girl slowly stopped staring at the sky and then stared at him. “I will choose my own fate. I will choose my own fate.” She repeated over and over.
“Mia will decide her own outcome,” her grandmother warned, “The rest is yours to decide.”
“How must I decide?” Locke demanded, “What do I have to do?”
The old woman didn’t move. Then she thrust her face closer to his in the blink of an eye. “WAKKKEEE UPPPPPP!!!” she screamed.
Locke then yelped as she stabbed the sharp end of her hatchet into his leg.
The bald man then woke up abruptly. He quickly leaned up and grabbed his leg. The sweat rolled off brow, as he realized it was a dream. Locke leaned back and gasped. He placed his hands over his face, wondering what to make of the dream.
He checked his watch. It was going to be sunup soon. No reason to go back to sleep, might as well get prepped to rebuild the trebuchet. But the dream stuck in his brain. Mia’s Fate. Boone and this Theresa person. The old native American woman. The falling plane.
How did it all connect?
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