Part 190: Exodus Part 8
The group continued their run. Sayid was getting severely winded and they were losin the light. Shanna ignored the pain in her legs and kept running. Seth was right behind her; get annoyed the sword banging him in the back when he ran. Jenny was flaying her arms, running faster than most any of them. The Iraqi almost assumed she was a possessed girl; intent on doing harm to Rousseau. “JENNY, SLOW DOWN!!” Sayid screamed.
“I’m NOT letting that witch give that baby to a bunch of strangers!” the teenager screamed back.
“She’s hurting just like Claire, “ the Iraqi pointed out, “I won’t let you hurt her.”
“No offense, Sayid, but try and stop me.” Jenny ordered.
Seth continued to run, then heard a loud thud. He quickly turned and saw that Charlie had fallen. The short musician tried to get up, panting. He then collapsed, completely exhausted. “GET UP, CHARLIE!!” Seth screamed.
The rest of them stopped. They turned and saw Seth running back toward him. “CHARLIE, I SAID GET UP!!” the bookstore worker told him.
“I can’t . . .I can’t . . .” he breathed, “My lungs. . .my head . . .I’m in so much pain, Seth.”
“Me too, my friend but you got to push past that. You got to do this for, Claire!”
“Claire . . .” Charlie wept, “I failed her . .”
“NO, YOU DIDN’T!!!” Seth said, “I won’t let you . . .”
“Seth, you . .you got to bring the baby . . .back . .I can’t . . .”
Seth held out his hand. “I ain’t leaving without you, Charlie.”
“CHARLIE, COME ON!!!” Shanna screamed.
“C’mon, man!” the bookstore worker grunted at him, “Are we not the best band in the world? Are we not . . ..TURBOSHAFT???”
Charlie blinked and looked at him through his sweat covered eyes. “TurboShaft?” he asked.
“Yes. Better than DriveShaft! Better than the original! You know why? Because no body can sing like me . . .no one can play the drums like Shanna and no one SURE AS HELL . . .can play the guitar like Charlie Pace!”
Charlie looked up at him, a mixture of tears and sweat in his eyes. Seth smiled at him. “Curtain is going up, Charlie,” he grinned, “Time to Tune Up.”
The short musician then grabbed his hand and Seth hoisted him up. He grabbed him by the back of his best, and pulled him along with him. The other three began to run with them. The friends were united once again; determined to get Rousseau before she gave the baby to the Others.
The night had finally blanketed the area. Sayid continued to run and then stopped. The others stopped and crowded around him. He quickly pulled out his gun and then ran to the small beach. Seth followed closely by Charlie, Shanna and Jenny. They walked down on the beach area. Shanna immediately recognized this as the river they crossed several weeks ago. Jenny looked at the source of the black smoke. It was a cross-tied log with a giant black rock emitting smoke into the air. Judging by the smell, it was a giant sulfur cube. Sayid didn’t bother it that; he was busy looking at the ground. “There's no footprints, no tracks.” He mentioned.
“This is it?” Charlie pointed, “THIS is the black smoke?? Where are they??”
“Dear God,” Shanna whispered, “Did we miss them?”
Before Sayid could answer, they heard a soft baby cry. They all turned to the woods, bathed in darkness. Charlie immediately pulled out his gun and Seth unhooked his sword. Jenny tied her hair into a knock and then cracked both her knuckles. Sayid motioned for them to stay back. “DANIELLE!!” he called, “Danielle, we can hear you! Please come out!”
“COME OUT NOW!!” Jenny demanded.
“Danielle, please . . . the boy needs his mother.”
The French woman then slowly emerged from the woods. She held Aaron aloft in her arms, weeping softly. “They . ..are not here.” She cried.
“Danielle, you must give us the baby.” Sayid demanded.
“I just wanted my Alex back. I thought if I gave them the baby. . .”
“I know, I known” he said, sympathedically, “It’s okay.”
Danielle continued to cry as the Middle Easterner approached her. He slowly took the baby from her arms, then turned around and handed Aaron to Charlie. The musician held the little baby in his arms, happy that he was safe again. “I got him.” He smiled.
Jenny wasn’t so happy. She pointed at the French woman. “There never were any others!” the teenager screamed, “Charlie, . .she started the damn fire!”
“No, I heard them whispering.” Danielle replied.
“You’re a nut job!” Charlie retorted, “You heard nothing, you psycho bitch!”
“Charlie, that’s enough.” Sayid said, motioning for them to leave.
“I heard them say they were coming for the child.” She wept,” The others said they were coming for the boy.”
“You're pathetic!” the short musician hissed.
The group slowly started to leave. Jenny turned around and walked back to Danielle who was standing by the black smoking rock; crying. The teenager looked up at her, curling her fist. “JENNY!” Sayid called.
Danielle looked at her, and Jenny returned her glare. Then she looked back to the group. “Don’t worry, Sayid, I wanted to kill her,” the teenager said, “But now that I look at her again, I don’t need to. Charlie is right . . .she’s pathetic.”
Seth then walked over to the French woman. Danielle wept silently, staring at the dark river. The bookstore worker sighed. “We won’t ever forgive you,” he whispered, “We’ve become a family and we look out for each other. The thought of someone looking out for themselves . . .is foreign to us.”
“I just . ..wanted my daughter . .” she cried.
“I know that, and the sad part is, The Others as you call them . .whoever they might be . ..they don’t have her.”
“What?” she turned to him.
“Your daughter is alive. She’s on the other side of the Island. She told us you were here.”
Danielle was wild eyed. Sayid and the other listened. Then she grabbed Seth by the arms but the young man didn’t flinch. He stilled stared at her. “WHY???” she screamed, “You could have told me back at the beach! I never would have taken the baby!”
“Because your daughter said she would never come to this side of the island,” he said coldly, “and she told us to beware of you . . .she said you were sick.”
Danielle slowly let go of Seth. The young man knew the effect it would have on her. She then collapsed to her knees. “No . . no . . .Alex would never . . .” she cried.
“Your OWN daughter is afraid of you, woman,” Seth hissed, “Based upon that information . . .what the hell made you think we would trust you?”
“No . .NO!” Danielle then took off running toward the other side of the beach. Seth and Jenny watched her disappear into the darkness. The soft cry of Aaron reminded them of their purpose there; to get him back to his mother. They then began their walk into woods, Seth walked close to Charlie who had the baby. To help Aaron calm down, he began to sing.
The other survivors smiled as Seth began to sing See a Little Light by Bob Mould.
“I’m NOT letting that witch give that baby to a bunch of strangers!” the teenager screamed back.
“She’s hurting just like Claire, “ the Iraqi pointed out, “I won’t let you hurt her.”
“No offense, Sayid, but try and stop me.” Jenny ordered.
Seth continued to run, then heard a loud thud. He quickly turned and saw that Charlie had fallen. The short musician tried to get up, panting. He then collapsed, completely exhausted. “GET UP, CHARLIE!!” Seth screamed.
The rest of them stopped. They turned and saw Seth running back toward him. “CHARLIE, I SAID GET UP!!” the bookstore worker told him.
“I can’t . . .I can’t . . .” he breathed, “My lungs. . .my head . . .I’m in so much pain, Seth.”
“Me too, my friend but you got to push past that. You got to do this for, Claire!”
“Claire . . .” Charlie wept, “I failed her . .”
“NO, YOU DIDN’T!!!” Seth said, “I won’t let you . . .”
“Seth, you . .you got to bring the baby . . .back . .I can’t . . .”
Seth held out his hand. “I ain’t leaving without you, Charlie.”
“CHARLIE, COME ON!!!” Shanna screamed.
“C’mon, man!” the bookstore worker grunted at him, “Are we not the best band in the world? Are we not . . ..TURBOSHAFT???”
Charlie blinked and looked at him through his sweat covered eyes. “TurboShaft?” he asked.
“Yes. Better than DriveShaft! Better than the original! You know why? Because no body can sing like me . . .no one can play the drums like Shanna and no one SURE AS HELL . . .can play the guitar like Charlie Pace!”
Charlie looked up at him, a mixture of tears and sweat in his eyes. Seth smiled at him. “Curtain is going up, Charlie,” he grinned, “Time to Tune Up.”
The short musician then grabbed his hand and Seth hoisted him up. He grabbed him by the back of his best, and pulled him along with him. The other three began to run with them. The friends were united once again; determined to get Rousseau before she gave the baby to the Others.
The night had finally blanketed the area. Sayid continued to run and then stopped. The others stopped and crowded around him. He quickly pulled out his gun and then ran to the small beach. Seth followed closely by Charlie, Shanna and Jenny. They walked down on the beach area. Shanna immediately recognized this as the river they crossed several weeks ago. Jenny looked at the source of the black smoke. It was a cross-tied log with a giant black rock emitting smoke into the air. Judging by the smell, it was a giant sulfur cube. Sayid didn’t bother it that; he was busy looking at the ground. “There's no footprints, no tracks.” He mentioned.
“This is it?” Charlie pointed, “THIS is the black smoke?? Where are they??”
“Dear God,” Shanna whispered, “Did we miss them?”
Before Sayid could answer, they heard a soft baby cry. They all turned to the woods, bathed in darkness. Charlie immediately pulled out his gun and Seth unhooked his sword. Jenny tied her hair into a knock and then cracked both her knuckles. Sayid motioned for them to stay back. “DANIELLE!!” he called, “Danielle, we can hear you! Please come out!”
“COME OUT NOW!!” Jenny demanded.
“Danielle, please . . . the boy needs his mother.”
The French woman then slowly emerged from the woods. She held Aaron aloft in her arms, weeping softly. “They . ..are not here.” She cried.
“Danielle, you must give us the baby.” Sayid demanded.
“I just wanted my Alex back. I thought if I gave them the baby. . .”
“I know, I known” he said, sympathedically, “It’s okay.”
Danielle continued to cry as the Middle Easterner approached her. He slowly took the baby from her arms, then turned around and handed Aaron to Charlie. The musician held the little baby in his arms, happy that he was safe again. “I got him.” He smiled.
Jenny wasn’t so happy. She pointed at the French woman. “There never were any others!” the teenager screamed, “Charlie, . .she started the damn fire!”
“No, I heard them whispering.” Danielle replied.
“You’re a nut job!” Charlie retorted, “You heard nothing, you psycho bitch!”
“Charlie, that’s enough.” Sayid said, motioning for them to leave.
“I heard them say they were coming for the child.” She wept,” The others said they were coming for the boy.”
“You're pathetic!” the short musician hissed.
The group slowly started to leave. Jenny turned around and walked back to Danielle who was standing by the black smoking rock; crying. The teenager looked up at her, curling her fist. “JENNY!” Sayid called.
Danielle looked at her, and Jenny returned her glare. Then she looked back to the group. “Don’t worry, Sayid, I wanted to kill her,” the teenager said, “But now that I look at her again, I don’t need to. Charlie is right . . .she’s pathetic.”
Seth then walked over to the French woman. Danielle wept silently, staring at the dark river. The bookstore worker sighed. “We won’t ever forgive you,” he whispered, “We’ve become a family and we look out for each other. The thought of someone looking out for themselves . . .is foreign to us.”
“I just . ..wanted my daughter . .” she cried.
“I know that, and the sad part is, The Others as you call them . .whoever they might be . ..they don’t have her.”
“What?” she turned to him.
“Your daughter is alive. She’s on the other side of the Island. She told us you were here.”
Danielle was wild eyed. Sayid and the other listened. Then she grabbed Seth by the arms but the young man didn’t flinch. He stilled stared at her. “WHY???” she screamed, “You could have told me back at the beach! I never would have taken the baby!”
“Because your daughter said she would never come to this side of the island,” he said coldly, “and she told us to beware of you . . .she said you were sick.”
Danielle slowly let go of Seth. The young man knew the effect it would have on her. She then collapsed to her knees. “No . . no . . .Alex would never . . .” she cried.
“Your OWN daughter is afraid of you, woman,” Seth hissed, “Based upon that information . . .what the hell made you think we would trust you?”
“No . .NO!” Danielle then took off running toward the other side of the beach. Seth and Jenny watched her disappear into the darkness. The soft cry of Aaron reminded them of their purpose there; to get him back to his mother. They then began their walk into woods, Seth walked close to Charlie who had the baby. To help Aaron calm down, he began to sing.
The other survivors smiled as Seth began to sing See a Little Light by Bob Mould.
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