Part 192: Exodus The Finale-
The group continued their journal through the jungle. It had finally reached nighttime and they had to rely on torches to show them the way. Jack and Locke walked in the front still with Tony and Marita behind them. John stayed with Mia, and Kate followed with Hurley. The doctor looked at his bald companion with a deep concern. Locke noticed he was getting a little too close to him. “We shouldn't be this close to each other, Jack.” He warned.
“If we blow up, we blow up.” He said, getting tired of the whole thing, “What the hell was all that about back there, John?”
“What the hell was what about?” asked the archer.
“I don’t think he was talking to you, John,” Locke chuckled, “What was what about, Jack?”
“You asked me to let you go.”
“That’s right.”
“Locke, that THING . . .was taking you into the hole and you asked me let you go?”
“It wasn't going to hurt me.” Locke said, matter-of-factly.
“No, Locke it was going to kill you.” Jack retorted.
“I seriously doubt that.”
Jack was loosing his patience. Mia watched him from behind. She could tell he was about to pop, not understanding what this Island is. “Look!” the doctor yelped, “Look, I need for you . . . I need for you to explain to me what the hell's going on inside your head, man. I need to know why you believe that that thing wasn't going to-“
“I believe I was being tested.” He pointed out.
“Tested?”
“Yeah, tested.”
“I think-“
Locke then stopped him and turned to face him. “That's why you and I don't see eye-to-eye sometimes, Jack . . .because you're a man of science.”
“Yeah? And what does that make you?”
“He’s a man of faith.” Mia answered for him.
Jack looked at her like he couldn’t believe how Faith played a role in what they were doing. “Do you really think all this is an accident?” Locke continued, “we, a group of strangers survived, many of us with just superficial injuries? Do you think we crashed on this place by coincidence . . .especially, this place? We were brought here for a purpose, for a reason, all of us. Each one of us was brought here for a reason.”
“What brought us here?” asked John.
“The Island did.” Locke replied, “The island brought us here. This is no ordinary place, you've all seen that, I know you have. But the island chose you and you. . .each and every one of you. It's destiny.”
“You talk to Boone about Destiny, Locke?” asked Jack.
Locke sighed; half expecting this to appear in the conversation. Mia quickly stomped up between her friends and then stood in between Locke and the doctor. “That’s not fair, Jack!” she grunted.
Locke gently put a hand on her shoulder. She still looked at Jack with utter contempt. “Mia understands, Jack,” the bald man said, “She has seen the heart of the Island and found something beautiful. Isn’t that right, John?”
The archer looked at his girlfriend. The love they shared, the bond they had made; was it really work of the island? Mia smiled softly back at him. “She is special,” he confessed, “I don’t pretend to understand her Gift . . .but I know she has it.”
Locke looked back to Jack. “Boone would have understood, if I had enough time to explain to him, “ the bald man whispered, “Boone was a sacrifice that island demanded. What happened to him at that plane was a part of a chain of events that led us here . . that led us down a path, that led you and me to this day, to right now.”
“Where does that lead us, Locke?”
“The path ends at the hatch. The hatch, Jack . . .all of it . . . all of it happened so that we could open the hatch.”
“I believe it has led us down this path, Locke,” Tony whispered, “But Boone was not a sacrifice.”
“Then how would you explain it, Tony?” the old man asked.
“I believe in the balance, Locke,” the blind doctor whispered, “I believe in an orderly universe. Boone died the night Claire’s baby was born. I believe that Boone had to die . .so that that precious child could live.”
“I’ll go with that theory.” John smiled.
“The point is I believe it led us to the Hatch as well. Mia was dreaming about it long before we came here. She knew there were other people before we even discovered the drowned woman. I believe . . .we were led here for a purpose. Is it the Hatch? Is it all of us getting to know each other? Did we all need a companion? I don’t know. But our goal tonight is the Hatch. Let’s get it opened.”
“No, we are opening the Hatch to survive, not to catch up with some Destiny.”
“Survival is all relative, Jack.” Locke said.
“I don’t even believe in Destiny.”
Mia patted him on the arm, “Then let’s open the Hatch and see what you do believe.”
After another thirty minutes walk, they arrived at the hatch. The group slowly began to take off their pouches. Locke walked up to the silver dome and placed down the dynamite. He then turned his large friend. “Hugo, take these extra sticks back a couple hundred yards.”
“Me?” Hurley blinked, “Oh, okay. Got it.”
“Be careful, “Tony urged.
Marita handed him a torch to light his way. The large man quickly backed off. “Can I have the flashlight?” he winced,” Because, . . .uh, the whole torch with the dynamite thing, that's not making a whole lot of sense to me.”
Jack then tossed him the flashlight. The large man caught it then slowly made his way away from the hatch. Mia and John then walked over to the side, getting ready for the men to handle the dynamite. Locke pulled the necessary parts out of his pack. “Kate, you run the fuse, “ Tony ordered, “Locke and Jack will rig the charges. Marita, you go with her.”
Kate took the spindle and immediately, Marita grabbed the other end. They slowly began to trail it away from the dome. The two men waited for Tony to tell them what to do. Tony then held up his hands. “The clay around the tip is the softest,” he said, “Jack, you will need to insert the end of the fuse into the stick.”
“I’ll do it.” Locke said.
“No, Jack will,” the blind doctor stopped him.
“But he might-“
“Surgeon hands, Locke.”
The bald man then saw the blind doctor’s point. Jack shook his head in agreement and then took the fuse. He slowly leaned in and inserted it into the tip like Tony said. He took a deep breath, leaning up. Marita and Kate had stopped just about twenty feet from them. “That’s all there is!” Kate called to them.
“It's far enough.” The older man pointed, “I'll light it. You two take cover, there'll be enough burn time for me to get clear.”
Jack then took Tony by the wrist and began to lead him away. He turned around, looking behind him as he walked. “HURLEY!!!” he screamed.
“Coming!” he called.
The others ran toward the far end of the woods, taking cover. Mia, John, Tony and Marita huddled together. Jack and Kate were behind them by about eight feet. Locke slowly out a pack of matches, given to him by Mia. The Lakota girl smiled; remembering that she picked the hotel matches for no reason. Like Tony said, the universe was orderly. She was seeing the reason unfold in front of her eyes. “So, what was that about back there?” Kate whispered behind them.
“What was WHAT about?” Jack mumbled.
“Putting the dynamite in your pack.”
“I made a judgment call.” He responded.
“We drew straws,” the brunette reminded him.
“Sorry, I'm not going to let drawing straws make decisions like that for us, Kate.”
“You had no right to make that choice-“
“Everybody wants me to be a leader until I make a decision that they don't like. You want to keep second guessing me, Kate? That's your call. There's something that you need to know . . .if we survive this, if we survive tonight . . .we're going to have a Locke problem. I have to know that you've got my back.”
Kate looked at him and whispered, “I got your back.”
“What was that about Locke, Jack?” Tony said.
Mia turned to them, wondering what they were saying. Jack saw that she grew interested too quickly. “It’s nothing, Tony,” he dismissed him.
“You said, you are going to have a Locke Problem?” the blind man continued, “What did you mean by that?”
“You misunderstood me, Tony,”
The blind man turned around and faced him. “Oh, yeah . .that’s right . .you forget I can hear better than most people.”
“Jack, please,” Mia begged, “We need to trust each other to get through this.”
“Wait a sec, wait a sec!” Hurley called to them.
He continued on past the hatch but lost his footing on a section of loose ground, making him drop the flashlight. The large man quickly kneeled down and picked up the device. But as he did, he saw something indented on the hull of the dome. He leaned in closer to take another look and realized the horror in front of him.
It was the very numbers that made him a rich man.
“NO!” he screamed, “STOP! WE CAN’T DO THIS! STOP!”
By the time Locke had heard his pleas, he had already lit the fuse. He quickly dropped it and started to run toward the others. Hurley then ran toward the lit end of the fuse. “STOP, WE CAN’T DO THIS!!” He screamed, “WHY DID YOU DO THAT?”
“HURLEY!” John screamed.
“The numbers are bad! The numbers are bad!!!” He yelled as he tried to stomp out the fuse.
“Numbers?” Mia blinked.
“The numbers are bad! The numbers are bad!”
“HURLEY, YOU NEED TO GET BACK!!” John screamed as he jumped up and ran toward him.
“The numbers are bad! The numbers are bad!” he repeated over and over.
The archer quickly grabbed the large man and tackled him. The moment he did, the hatch cover blew open. The metal sheered off and the smoke flooded the area. John covered the large man until he was certain it was safe.
As he leaned up, the other survivors walked up to them. The paused for a second; looking at the top of the dome. It was shifting slightly as the top was finally off. Jack and Locke walked over to the hatch cover. Marita handed them two towels which they used to pull the cover off. The two men grunted as they tossed it to the side.
Locke slowly needed down toward the hole. Jack joined his viewing of the hatch. Mia then leaned down and looked. The darkness filled the hatch; not able to see anything at the bottom.
Nothing but a broken ladder . . . .leading down.
“If we blow up, we blow up.” He said, getting tired of the whole thing, “What the hell was all that about back there, John?”
“What the hell was what about?” asked the archer.
“I don’t think he was talking to you, John,” Locke chuckled, “What was what about, Jack?”
“You asked me to let you go.”
“That’s right.”
“Locke, that THING . . .was taking you into the hole and you asked me let you go?”
“It wasn't going to hurt me.” Locke said, matter-of-factly.
“No, Locke it was going to kill you.” Jack retorted.
“I seriously doubt that.”
Jack was loosing his patience. Mia watched him from behind. She could tell he was about to pop, not understanding what this Island is. “Look!” the doctor yelped, “Look, I need for you . . . I need for you to explain to me what the hell's going on inside your head, man. I need to know why you believe that that thing wasn't going to-“
“I believe I was being tested.” He pointed out.
“Tested?”
“Yeah, tested.”
“I think-“
Locke then stopped him and turned to face him. “That's why you and I don't see eye-to-eye sometimes, Jack . . .because you're a man of science.”
“Yeah? And what does that make you?”
“He’s a man of faith.” Mia answered for him.
Jack looked at her like he couldn’t believe how Faith played a role in what they were doing. “Do you really think all this is an accident?” Locke continued, “we, a group of strangers survived, many of us with just superficial injuries? Do you think we crashed on this place by coincidence . . .especially, this place? We were brought here for a purpose, for a reason, all of us. Each one of us was brought here for a reason.”
“What brought us here?” asked John.
“The Island did.” Locke replied, “The island brought us here. This is no ordinary place, you've all seen that, I know you have. But the island chose you and you. . .each and every one of you. It's destiny.”
“You talk to Boone about Destiny, Locke?” asked Jack.
Locke sighed; half expecting this to appear in the conversation. Mia quickly stomped up between her friends and then stood in between Locke and the doctor. “That’s not fair, Jack!” she grunted.
Locke gently put a hand on her shoulder. She still looked at Jack with utter contempt. “Mia understands, Jack,” the bald man said, “She has seen the heart of the Island and found something beautiful. Isn’t that right, John?”
The archer looked at his girlfriend. The love they shared, the bond they had made; was it really work of the island? Mia smiled softly back at him. “She is special,” he confessed, “I don’t pretend to understand her Gift . . .but I know she has it.”
Locke looked back to Jack. “Boone would have understood, if I had enough time to explain to him, “ the bald man whispered, “Boone was a sacrifice that island demanded. What happened to him at that plane was a part of a chain of events that led us here . . that led us down a path, that led you and me to this day, to right now.”
“Where does that lead us, Locke?”
“The path ends at the hatch. The hatch, Jack . . .all of it . . . all of it happened so that we could open the hatch.”
“I believe it has led us down this path, Locke,” Tony whispered, “But Boone was not a sacrifice.”
“Then how would you explain it, Tony?” the old man asked.
“I believe in the balance, Locke,” the blind doctor whispered, “I believe in an orderly universe. Boone died the night Claire’s baby was born. I believe that Boone had to die . .so that that precious child could live.”
“I’ll go with that theory.” John smiled.
“The point is I believe it led us to the Hatch as well. Mia was dreaming about it long before we came here. She knew there were other people before we even discovered the drowned woman. I believe . . .we were led here for a purpose. Is it the Hatch? Is it all of us getting to know each other? Did we all need a companion? I don’t know. But our goal tonight is the Hatch. Let’s get it opened.”
“No, we are opening the Hatch to survive, not to catch up with some Destiny.”
“Survival is all relative, Jack.” Locke said.
“I don’t even believe in Destiny.”
Mia patted him on the arm, “Then let’s open the Hatch and see what you do believe.”
After another thirty minutes walk, they arrived at the hatch. The group slowly began to take off their pouches. Locke walked up to the silver dome and placed down the dynamite. He then turned his large friend. “Hugo, take these extra sticks back a couple hundred yards.”
“Me?” Hurley blinked, “Oh, okay. Got it.”
“Be careful, “Tony urged.
Marita handed him a torch to light his way. The large man quickly backed off. “Can I have the flashlight?” he winced,” Because, . . .uh, the whole torch with the dynamite thing, that's not making a whole lot of sense to me.”
Jack then tossed him the flashlight. The large man caught it then slowly made his way away from the hatch. Mia and John then walked over to the side, getting ready for the men to handle the dynamite. Locke pulled the necessary parts out of his pack. “Kate, you run the fuse, “ Tony ordered, “Locke and Jack will rig the charges. Marita, you go with her.”
Kate took the spindle and immediately, Marita grabbed the other end. They slowly began to trail it away from the dome. The two men waited for Tony to tell them what to do. Tony then held up his hands. “The clay around the tip is the softest,” he said, “Jack, you will need to insert the end of the fuse into the stick.”
“I’ll do it.” Locke said.
“No, Jack will,” the blind doctor stopped him.
“But he might-“
“Surgeon hands, Locke.”
The bald man then saw the blind doctor’s point. Jack shook his head in agreement and then took the fuse. He slowly leaned in and inserted it into the tip like Tony said. He took a deep breath, leaning up. Marita and Kate had stopped just about twenty feet from them. “That’s all there is!” Kate called to them.
“It's far enough.” The older man pointed, “I'll light it. You two take cover, there'll be enough burn time for me to get clear.”
Jack then took Tony by the wrist and began to lead him away. He turned around, looking behind him as he walked. “HURLEY!!!” he screamed.
“Coming!” he called.
The others ran toward the far end of the woods, taking cover. Mia, John, Tony and Marita huddled together. Jack and Kate were behind them by about eight feet. Locke slowly out a pack of matches, given to him by Mia. The Lakota girl smiled; remembering that she picked the hotel matches for no reason. Like Tony said, the universe was orderly. She was seeing the reason unfold in front of her eyes. “So, what was that about back there?” Kate whispered behind them.
“What was WHAT about?” Jack mumbled.
“Putting the dynamite in your pack.”
“I made a judgment call.” He responded.
“We drew straws,” the brunette reminded him.
“Sorry, I'm not going to let drawing straws make decisions like that for us, Kate.”
“You had no right to make that choice-“
“Everybody wants me to be a leader until I make a decision that they don't like. You want to keep second guessing me, Kate? That's your call. There's something that you need to know . . .if we survive this, if we survive tonight . . .we're going to have a Locke problem. I have to know that you've got my back.”
Kate looked at him and whispered, “I got your back.”
“What was that about Locke, Jack?” Tony said.
Mia turned to them, wondering what they were saying. Jack saw that she grew interested too quickly. “It’s nothing, Tony,” he dismissed him.
“You said, you are going to have a Locke Problem?” the blind man continued, “What did you mean by that?”
“You misunderstood me, Tony,”
The blind man turned around and faced him. “Oh, yeah . .that’s right . .you forget I can hear better than most people.”
“Jack, please,” Mia begged, “We need to trust each other to get through this.”
“Wait a sec, wait a sec!” Hurley called to them.
He continued on past the hatch but lost his footing on a section of loose ground, making him drop the flashlight. The large man quickly kneeled down and picked up the device. But as he did, he saw something indented on the hull of the dome. He leaned in closer to take another look and realized the horror in front of him.
It was the very numbers that made him a rich man.
“NO!” he screamed, “STOP! WE CAN’T DO THIS! STOP!”
By the time Locke had heard his pleas, he had already lit the fuse. He quickly dropped it and started to run toward the others. Hurley then ran toward the lit end of the fuse. “STOP, WE CAN’T DO THIS!!” He screamed, “WHY DID YOU DO THAT?”
“HURLEY!” John screamed.
“The numbers are bad! The numbers are bad!!!” He yelled as he tried to stomp out the fuse.
“Numbers?” Mia blinked.
“The numbers are bad! The numbers are bad!”
“HURLEY, YOU NEED TO GET BACK!!” John screamed as he jumped up and ran toward him.
“The numbers are bad! The numbers are bad!” he repeated over and over.
The archer quickly grabbed the large man and tackled him. The moment he did, the hatch cover blew open. The metal sheered off and the smoke flooded the area. John covered the large man until he was certain it was safe.
As he leaned up, the other survivors walked up to them. The paused for a second; looking at the top of the dome. It was shifting slightly as the top was finally off. Jack and Locke walked over to the hatch cover. Marita handed them two towels which they used to pull the cover off. The two men grunted as they tossed it to the side.
Locke slowly needed down toward the hole. Jack joined his viewing of the hatch. Mia then leaned down and looked. The darkness filled the hatch; not able to see anything at the bottom.
Nothing but a broken ladder . . . .leading down.
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