Part 155: Storming the Beechcraft
Mia continued to walk forward but she felt strange leading the group. Locke was the only one who knew where to go but he was lagging behind for obvious reasons. His legs were giving out on him. The Lakota girl constantly checked back on him, as he used everything he could grab onto to keep from falling over. Boone was growing more and more concerned by the minute. “What's going on, John?” Boone asked.
“Nothing,” he sternly replied.
“You can barely walk, man,” the younger man pointed out.
“It's the wound from the shrapnel.”
“That was your right leg, John. What’s wrong with your left?”
“Nothing, so stop asking me,” Locke replied, annoyed.
Then he finally collapsed. Mia quickly dropped her pack and ran to him. Boone then grabbed the older man by the arm. “Mia, help me get him up, “he said, “We got to take him to Jack.”
“Jack wouldn’t know the first thing that is wrong with me.” Locke tried to get up but fell again.
“Locke, we have to go back, “Mia said, “You can’t continue on like this.”
“No, no, no,” he waved his hands.
“John, listen to Mia.” Boone grunted, “Something is seriously wrong with you.”
“I was in a wheelchair.” The bald man then said.
Boone shook his head. “What?” he asked.
Mia looked to Locke, wondering if he was finally going to confess to Boone what he told her.
“Paralyzed for 4 years. The plane. . . our plane . . . I was in that chair when we took off. But not after we crashed.”
“Why were you in a wheelchair?” the young man asked.
“It doesn't matter anymore. But, but, this island, it changed me. It made me whole. Now it's trying to take it back and I don't know why. But it wants me to follow what I saw.” Locke grunted.
Mia wondered. “Are you sure it wants us to follow it, sir?” she questioned.
“Yes, Mia, something on that plane will help us with the hatch, I know it!”
“Okay,” Boone sighed,” Can you move your legs?”
“Please . .both of you . .just help me up.” He said holding out his arms.
Mia took his right arm and Boone took his left. The two younger people held the bald man aloft as he used them for support. With a minimal amount of struggle, they continued their journey into the forest of the unknown.
Another few minutes had past. Mia was sweating profusely as she fought to keep Locke on his feet. Boone was doing his best but the jungle heat didn’t make it any easier to carry him. The trio continued on, shoving branches and bushes out of their way. Then they came to a large tree and collapsed, taking a rest. Mia leaned against Locke, trying to catch her breath. Boone rested on his knees, letting the sweat drip off his nose and land on the ground. “She was my nanny.” He whispered.
“What was that?” Mia asked.
“Theresa.” He sighed, “She was my nanny. My mother wasn't around much. I needed someone to take it out on, my bedroom was at the top of this huge flight of stairs, and I would sit in bed all day calling her on the intercom. One day she took a bad step. . .broke her neck. I was six.”
Locke heard his story. He was proud of the young man for admitting it. Then his attention was caught in the distance. For Locke, the pieces were falling into place. The moment Boone revealed the story, they would find their salvation. The irony of it made him start to chuckle. The young lifeguard turned him with a vaguely insulted look on his face. “What is so damn funny?” he asked.
“Look,” he pointed.
Mia and Boone turned to look into the direction that he was pointing. Boone slowly stood up and the Lakota girl followed him.
Resting on the top of a ledge was the beechcraft plane.
Boone held up his hands over his eyes, to get a better view of it from the sun. He walked a few steps, staring at it. The fact that Locke mentioned it was extraordinary but now it was really real. “Is that the plane you saw?” he asked.
“Best I can tell.” Locke confessed.
“You REALLY saw it?” the young man asked again.
“Boone, how can you question him about it now?” Mia said, pointing to the plane, as anything would be more obvious.
“Doesn’t matter how Boone believes, Mia,” Locke said, “The most important thing is that we found it and what’s inside it.”
“What is inside it, John?” Boone asked.
“That is what you must find out for us,” he smiled.
Mia then wondered. Is this it? Had Boone’s moment arrived? She wasn’t sure but it felt like it was going to happen it might happen now. The Lakota girl then took off her backpack again. “I’ll go.” She whispered.
“No, it’s okay, Mia,” Boone sighed, “I’ll go.”
“NO, I said I will go,” she grunted.
“Jesus, it’s not a good time to play teacher’s pet.” He joked.
“I am not kidding, Boone.” Mia insisted, “I will go and you will stay here.”
“Do as she says, Boone,” Locke replied, “Mia is smaller after all.”
“Yeah but I bet she can’t climb as good as me.” He said, walking over to the vines and beginning his ascent.
Mia didn’t hesitate. She quickly walked over and grabbed her own set of vines. The two friend began their climb up to the plane. Locke started to sweat. He was having visions of his dream where they were both bloodied. He knew the plane was important; he hoped the Island would not take them both from him. He knew Mia would decide her own fate; was that choice going to cost her, her life today?
The two young adults climbed the vines. Boone grunted, pulling himself up faster with each step. “Slow down, Boone!” Mia commanded, “This isn’t a race.”
“Don’t worry, Mia,” he smiled, “I won’t shame you too bad.”
Boone finally reached the Beechcraft and climbed inside. Mia grunted and managed to make it toward a large tree branch. She caught her breath and waited; seeing what he would fine. She could barely see him through the weather corroded windows. He was in the back, shifting things over. Below Locke struggled to walk closer. He grunted with each step but managed to make it. “MIA, WHAT HAS HE FOUND?” the bald man screamed.
“Boone, what do you see in there?” Mia called.
The young man then popped out from a side entrance in the plane. He turned to the Lakota girl, holding up an object. She could see it was a statue of the Virgin Mary. “HERE IS HIS DAMN SIGN, MIA!” Boone tossed it to her.
She tried to catch it but missed. The statue then fell the distance to the ground and landed on the grass, shattering instantly. Locke walked over to it and pulled out three small bags of a light brown powder. “HERION!” Boone screamed, “They were drug dealers! That is all that is in here!”
“I don’t understand, I don’t understand, “Locke whispered.
The Beechcraft then started to shift over. Mia gasped as he could see Boone migrating to the front of the plane. “BOONE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” she screamed.
He ignored her. He quickly removed a map from the console of the plane, tossing it behind him. Then he pulled up the CB and started flipping switches on the radio. “BOONE, GET OUT NOW!” Locke screamed.
“Hello, Hello, is anybody out there?” Boone said.
“BOONE, GET OUT OF THE DAMN PLANE!!” Mia screamed at the top of her lungs.
Mia could heard static over the radio from outside. The young lifeguard looked at her, and then continued to work the radio. More and more static burst out into the air. The metal of the plane started to buckle. The plane was shifting more over to the side. The young Lakota girl grunted; she knew Boone was not going to get out of the plane.
So it was left to her to pull him out.
Mia started to grab the vines and began to work her way over to the plane. Locke looked up and saw her; realizing what she was attempting to do. “MIA, NO!” the bald man screamed, “THERE IS NO TIME!”
“I’ll get him out!” she screamed back.
“BOONE, GET OUT NOW!” Locke replied.
“Hello, please can anybody hear me?” Boone begged.
Another burst of static echoed through the cabin. Mia had managed to get above the Beechcraft, holding onto the vines. Then the radio crackled and said, “Repeat your transmission please.”
Mia then stopped, not believing what she just heard. “YES, HELLO!” Boone laughed, “We’re the survivors of the crash of Flight 815, please copy?”
“BOONE, GET OUT!” Locke screamed.
“Boone, I’m coming!” Mia said, moving through the vines.
“Hello? WE’RE the survivors of Flight 815!” the radio said.
Mia then looked back at the cockpit. Did she hear that right?
Then the plane finally buckled. The plane started to shift over toward the edge of the cliff. The straining of metal caught Mia’s attention. She turned just in time to see the tail end of the plane heading right toward her.
The large chunk of metal struck her hard. The momentum sending her soaring into the air. She screamed as she flew twenty feet into the air. The Lakota girl jerked as she landing in another outcropping of vines. She felt through them one at a time, getting her limps caught. Mia then managed to grab onto one of them, and hold. The vine then snapped upon her weight. It then swung her right toward the ground. After she was three feet from the grass, she let go and landed abruptly; grunting as she hit the ground.
By the time she landed, the Beechcraft had crashed. She leaned up to see Locke coming toward her. He quickly got her on her feet. “Are you all right?” he asked.
“My back hurts a little.” She moaned, as she was able to stand.
Locke then ran back toward the plane. He quickly ducked down toward the hatch where Boone was. The young man was lying here, motionless with his eyes open. The older man then grabbed him by the arms, pulling him out. Mia held onto her lower back, and limped over. She collapsed onto the plane, seeing the older man pull Boone out of the pain. The lifeguard was bloodied, just like Mia saw in her dream. The girl nearly wept; realizing she didn’t save him.
She then rushed over and helped Locke hoist up Boone into a fireman’s cradle. Locke grunted as he forced his legs to work, hoping to get the younger man back to Jack as fast as possible. Mia limped along with him, holding her lower back. She tried to remain calm.
But in her heart, she knew it was too late.
“Nothing,” he sternly replied.
“You can barely walk, man,” the younger man pointed out.
“It's the wound from the shrapnel.”
“That was your right leg, John. What’s wrong with your left?”
“Nothing, so stop asking me,” Locke replied, annoyed.
Then he finally collapsed. Mia quickly dropped her pack and ran to him. Boone then grabbed the older man by the arm. “Mia, help me get him up, “he said, “We got to take him to Jack.”
“Jack wouldn’t know the first thing that is wrong with me.” Locke tried to get up but fell again.
“Locke, we have to go back, “Mia said, “You can’t continue on like this.”
“No, no, no,” he waved his hands.
“John, listen to Mia.” Boone grunted, “Something is seriously wrong with you.”
“I was in a wheelchair.” The bald man then said.
Boone shook his head. “What?” he asked.
Mia looked to Locke, wondering if he was finally going to confess to Boone what he told her.
“Paralyzed for 4 years. The plane. . . our plane . . . I was in that chair when we took off. But not after we crashed.”
“Why were you in a wheelchair?” the young man asked.
“It doesn't matter anymore. But, but, this island, it changed me. It made me whole. Now it's trying to take it back and I don't know why. But it wants me to follow what I saw.” Locke grunted.
Mia wondered. “Are you sure it wants us to follow it, sir?” she questioned.
“Yes, Mia, something on that plane will help us with the hatch, I know it!”
“Okay,” Boone sighed,” Can you move your legs?”
“Please . .both of you . .just help me up.” He said holding out his arms.
Mia took his right arm and Boone took his left. The two younger people held the bald man aloft as he used them for support. With a minimal amount of struggle, they continued their journey into the forest of the unknown.
Another few minutes had past. Mia was sweating profusely as she fought to keep Locke on his feet. Boone was doing his best but the jungle heat didn’t make it any easier to carry him. The trio continued on, shoving branches and bushes out of their way. Then they came to a large tree and collapsed, taking a rest. Mia leaned against Locke, trying to catch her breath. Boone rested on his knees, letting the sweat drip off his nose and land on the ground. “She was my nanny.” He whispered.
“What was that?” Mia asked.
“Theresa.” He sighed, “She was my nanny. My mother wasn't around much. I needed someone to take it out on, my bedroom was at the top of this huge flight of stairs, and I would sit in bed all day calling her on the intercom. One day she took a bad step. . .broke her neck. I was six.”
Locke heard his story. He was proud of the young man for admitting it. Then his attention was caught in the distance. For Locke, the pieces were falling into place. The moment Boone revealed the story, they would find their salvation. The irony of it made him start to chuckle. The young lifeguard turned him with a vaguely insulted look on his face. “What is so damn funny?” he asked.
“Look,” he pointed.
Mia and Boone turned to look into the direction that he was pointing. Boone slowly stood up and the Lakota girl followed him.
Resting on the top of a ledge was the beechcraft plane.
Boone held up his hands over his eyes, to get a better view of it from the sun. He walked a few steps, staring at it. The fact that Locke mentioned it was extraordinary but now it was really real. “Is that the plane you saw?” he asked.
“Best I can tell.” Locke confessed.
“You REALLY saw it?” the young man asked again.
“Boone, how can you question him about it now?” Mia said, pointing to the plane, as anything would be more obvious.
“Doesn’t matter how Boone believes, Mia,” Locke said, “The most important thing is that we found it and what’s inside it.”
“What is inside it, John?” Boone asked.
“That is what you must find out for us,” he smiled.
Mia then wondered. Is this it? Had Boone’s moment arrived? She wasn’t sure but it felt like it was going to happen it might happen now. The Lakota girl then took off her backpack again. “I’ll go.” She whispered.
“No, it’s okay, Mia,” Boone sighed, “I’ll go.”
“NO, I said I will go,” she grunted.
“Jesus, it’s not a good time to play teacher’s pet.” He joked.
“I am not kidding, Boone.” Mia insisted, “I will go and you will stay here.”
“Do as she says, Boone,” Locke replied, “Mia is smaller after all.”
“Yeah but I bet she can’t climb as good as me.” He said, walking over to the vines and beginning his ascent.
Mia didn’t hesitate. She quickly walked over and grabbed her own set of vines. The two friend began their climb up to the plane. Locke started to sweat. He was having visions of his dream where they were both bloodied. He knew the plane was important; he hoped the Island would not take them both from him. He knew Mia would decide her own fate; was that choice going to cost her, her life today?
The two young adults climbed the vines. Boone grunted, pulling himself up faster with each step. “Slow down, Boone!” Mia commanded, “This isn’t a race.”
“Don’t worry, Mia,” he smiled, “I won’t shame you too bad.”
Boone finally reached the Beechcraft and climbed inside. Mia grunted and managed to make it toward a large tree branch. She caught her breath and waited; seeing what he would fine. She could barely see him through the weather corroded windows. He was in the back, shifting things over. Below Locke struggled to walk closer. He grunted with each step but managed to make it. “MIA, WHAT HAS HE FOUND?” the bald man screamed.
“Boone, what do you see in there?” Mia called.
The young man then popped out from a side entrance in the plane. He turned to the Lakota girl, holding up an object. She could see it was a statue of the Virgin Mary. “HERE IS HIS DAMN SIGN, MIA!” Boone tossed it to her.
She tried to catch it but missed. The statue then fell the distance to the ground and landed on the grass, shattering instantly. Locke walked over to it and pulled out three small bags of a light brown powder. “HERION!” Boone screamed, “They were drug dealers! That is all that is in here!”
“I don’t understand, I don’t understand, “Locke whispered.
The Beechcraft then started to shift over. Mia gasped as he could see Boone migrating to the front of the plane. “BOONE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” she screamed.
He ignored her. He quickly removed a map from the console of the plane, tossing it behind him. Then he pulled up the CB and started flipping switches on the radio. “BOONE, GET OUT NOW!” Locke screamed.
“Hello, Hello, is anybody out there?” Boone said.
“BOONE, GET OUT OF THE DAMN PLANE!!” Mia screamed at the top of her lungs.
Mia could heard static over the radio from outside. The young lifeguard looked at her, and then continued to work the radio. More and more static burst out into the air. The metal of the plane started to buckle. The plane was shifting more over to the side. The young Lakota girl grunted; she knew Boone was not going to get out of the plane.
So it was left to her to pull him out.
Mia started to grab the vines and began to work her way over to the plane. Locke looked up and saw her; realizing what she was attempting to do. “MIA, NO!” the bald man screamed, “THERE IS NO TIME!”
“I’ll get him out!” she screamed back.
“BOONE, GET OUT NOW!” Locke replied.
“Hello, please can anybody hear me?” Boone begged.
Another burst of static echoed through the cabin. Mia had managed to get above the Beechcraft, holding onto the vines. Then the radio crackled and said, “Repeat your transmission please.”
Mia then stopped, not believing what she just heard. “YES, HELLO!” Boone laughed, “We’re the survivors of the crash of Flight 815, please copy?”
“BOONE, GET OUT!” Locke screamed.
“Boone, I’m coming!” Mia said, moving through the vines.
“Hello? WE’RE the survivors of Flight 815!” the radio said.
Mia then looked back at the cockpit. Did she hear that right?
Then the plane finally buckled. The plane started to shift over toward the edge of the cliff. The straining of metal caught Mia’s attention. She turned just in time to see the tail end of the plane heading right toward her.
The large chunk of metal struck her hard. The momentum sending her soaring into the air. She screamed as she flew twenty feet into the air. The Lakota girl jerked as she landing in another outcropping of vines. She felt through them one at a time, getting her limps caught. Mia then managed to grab onto one of them, and hold. The vine then snapped upon her weight. It then swung her right toward the ground. After she was three feet from the grass, she let go and landed abruptly; grunting as she hit the ground.
By the time she landed, the Beechcraft had crashed. She leaned up to see Locke coming toward her. He quickly got her on her feet. “Are you all right?” he asked.
“My back hurts a little.” She moaned, as she was able to stand.
Locke then ran back toward the plane. He quickly ducked down toward the hatch where Boone was. The young man was lying here, motionless with his eyes open. The older man then grabbed him by the arms, pulling him out. Mia held onto her lower back, and limped over. She collapsed onto the plane, seeing the older man pull Boone out of the pain. The lifeguard was bloodied, just like Mia saw in her dream. The girl nearly wept; realizing she didn’t save him.
She then rushed over and helped Locke hoist up Boone into a fireman’s cradle. Locke grunted as he forced his legs to work, hoping to get the younger man back to Jack as fast as possible. Mia limped along with him, holding her lower back. She tried to remain calm.
But in her heart, she knew it was too late.
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