Part 216: Lost and Loss
“UNCLE MCKAY!!” Eddie screamed as he finally arrived at the caves.
A small group of people slowly migrated out of the caves, looking the screaming boy. They were amazed as it would seem little Eddie had brought three new people with them. Judging by the way they were dressed, they assumed they were from the plane crash too. Then McKay pushed through the crowd and immediately ran toward Eddie, scooping him up in his arms. He embraced him almost like a long lost son. “Where the hell were you, boy?” he demanded, “Oh, God, don’t ever do that to me again.”
“I had to rescue my mom,” Eddie told him.
“Your .. .mom?” McKay blinked.
“There is no time, Uncle McKay. Jenny was up on the ridge helping us out. She was attacking five soldiers. You got to go help her.”
McKay quickly put him down, “SAYID!”
The Iraqi then came forward, looking at the group of people. “We have to move fast,” he pointed, “Please go into the caves, these people will help you.”
Sayid then turned toward Kellye for obvious reasons. “May I have those rifles, miss?” he asked politely.
Kellye blinked; she wasn’t sure she should give one of the rifles considering what race he was. But she had to put her soldiers instincts away for the moment. She quickly un-slung one of the rifles she was carrying from her back. “You can have one,” she told him.
“Fair enough,” he said, taking the rifle and then immediately throwing it to Seth, “Let’s go, Seth.”
“Hal, you want to join us, please?” McKay called to the cop.
“Hey, dudes, can I come?” Dutch asked.
“No, man, you stay here with them,” Seth pointed, “Charlie! Bernard! Take care of them!”
As the four men began their trek into the words, Barbara guided her friends and her son into the cave. Yolanda was the first to greet them as did Bernard. Charlie looked around, holding onto his gun. He didn’t think they were followed but he had to be sure.
They were counting on him and he wasn’t going to let them down.
McKay huffed as he ran through the jungle, pistol pointing forward. Sayid was right behind him, followed by Hal. Seth checked around, holding the rifle as the movies had trained him. The four men ran up the hill until they reached the ridge where Eddie had described. The Australian looked around, already smelling the stench of blood. Their were even a few flies buzzing around. “Flies,” Seth pointed out.
“It happens,” Sayid said, pointing toward the left side.
“Yeah, but . . .kinda happens quick around here, don’t it?”
“Welcome the jungle, “McKay whispered.
Hal scanned the jungle for anybody that could still be lingering. Sayid walked over to the nearest group of soldiers. Their bodies were already swelling from the heat. McKay checked on one, noticing his broke neck. “Jenny don’t mess around,” he commented.
“Yet, where is our little martial artist?” Sayid commented.
McKay began to track the footprints best he could. Sayid quickly motion for Hal to come over. They immediately grabbed the rifles and any ammo they could find. The Middle Easterner grabbed a radio, looking at it. Hal noticed that the one called White, had two grenades slung into his military belt. He smirked, taking them easily. Seth then looked around and found McKay staring at something. He quickly ran over to him and saw that it was other body, with his neck twisted and poking out of the skin. The sight made Seth grab his mouth, trying not to vomit. “Jenny is cold blooded,” he commented.
“Jenny didn’t do that.” McKay pointed out, “The way the neck is twisted would suggest a severe amount of pressure was applied to it. Pressure her 16 year old body could not provide.”
“If she didn’t kill this guy, then who did?”
“SAYID!” McKay called.
The Iraqi and the cop then jogged over to their location. They both looked at the dead body. “Jenny’s tracks stopped here,” the Australian pointed toward the ground, “Then this man was killed here, then someone else came and ran over there. But the tracks are weird.”
“How weird?” asked Hal.
“They stop just shy of that tree.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Seth asked.
“It means that Jenny was taken by someone who can fly.” McKay sighed.
“McKay, that-“ Sayid tried to say.
“Makes no sense, I know,” the Australian interrupted him, “I only call them like I see them.”
“Whoever that person is, he uses a crossbow, “ Hal pointed, “There is a bolt stuck in a tree back there.”
“Jenny was taken . . .by a Predator?” Seth blinked.
“Don’t be so stupid, Seth,” Sayid sighed.
“Excuse me, but he just said that guy could fly!” the young man pointed toward McKay.
Then they heard a rustling in the bushes behind them. All four immediately pointed their guns to the noise. Within seconds a familiar black man appeared through the jungle leaves. Seth sighed, lowering his rifle. “Martin, what are you doing?” the young bookstore worker asked him.
“I came to see if Jenny was okay,” he pointed back toward the caves, “I overheard Eddie saying that she was taking on five soldiers. Where is she?”
“She is gone . .but it would appeared she beat them.” Sayid pointed out.
“Then where the hell is she-“
The young black man was interrupted by a bullet striking his chest. The four men then jumped down. Hal pointed his pistol into the distance and immediately opened fire. He immediately his entire clip into the direction of the sniper hit. Seth grunted, immediately taking off the silenced barrel from his gun. He then rolled and opened fire, spraying bullets into the trees. He screamed as he swung his rifle from left to right, watching the bullets tear into the leaves and the wood of the trees. Then a lone green figured leaped down from the tree and proceeded to run into the distance. Hal immediately gave chase.
Seth then turned around and ran toward the black man. Martin was on the ground, gasping for air. He held onto the wound, trying to hold the precious blood from spilling out. He coughed, as the red liquid was filling up his lung fast. Seth quickly placed his hand over the wound, trying to help him. “MCKAY!” the young man screamed.
The Australian ran and grabbed Martin by the arms, trying to hoist him up. But the black man just screamed in pain. McKay then collapsed holding onto him. “Martin, you stay with me!” he shook him.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, it wasn’t suppose to happen like this,” the black man grunted.
“Marty, you hang in there,” Seth urged him.
”Seth . . . you gotta tell . ..tell my dad . . . .I wasn’t scared . . .” he grunted.
“Of course,” Seth said, teary eyed, “How could we ever assume you’d be scared?”
Martin then grabbed McKay behind the neck, “ McKay . . .Promise me . . .you’ll get Kristy and Jenny home . . “
“I promise,” the bald man immediately said.
“Oh . .man,” Martin coughed, “I was hoping . . .to die . . .on a cruise . . .this wasn’t what I had in mind . . .”
“Martin, don’t talk,” Sayid urged him.
“You guys . . .are the best . . .tell Jenny . .tell Kristy . . .they were the best sisters . . .a guy could . . .”
Martin coughed one last time, and slumped down. “MARTIN!” Seth screamed, shaking him but getting no response.
“DAMN IT!!” McKay screamed, upset they lost another one.
Seth slowly stood up, letting the tears fall out of his eyes. He was brought back to feeling the same thing he felt when Brendon past on. He knew that Martin was brave, and extremely selfless; thinking of Jenny and Kristy at the end. The young singer would vow that he would make sure they knew what he said. McKay slowly let the black man slump to the ground. Sayid said a Muslim prayer for their fallen comrade. Hal then jogged back, immediately seeing Martin lying dead in the grass. “Aw, man,” he turned his head.
“Did you get him?” Seth asked.
“He was running too fast,” the cop panted, “He knows these jungles better than we do. I could have easily gotten lost.”
“We should go after him!” Seth grunted.
“Seth, that is the last thing we should do,” Sayid stood up.
“WHY?” he screamed in rage.
“Because that sniper is leading us right to his militia friends, “the Iraqi pointed into the distance, “If we give chase, there will be no one to carry our bodies back to our friends. We need to go back to the caves, regroup and talk to those people Eddie brought back. We need all the Intel we can get so we can save Jack and the others.”
“Yes, “ McKay wiped his tears, “No one else is gonna die today.”
Seth immediately wiped his tears and calmed down. “You’re right,” he sniffed, “We need to take them and it’s gonna need to be in force.”
“Then let us assemble that force,” Sayid said, picking up Martin’s left arm.
Without any words, McKay grabbed the man’s right arm. Then Seth took the right leg and Hal took the left leg. The four friends carried the body of their friend back toward the caves. McKay regretted telling Kristy and eventually Jenny what had happened. He was growing weary of being the bearer of bad news. He longed for them to get off the Island and save the rest from suffering.
As they walked, Seth wiped his tears. Hal then looked at him and then looked straight ahead. “Aaron.” He whispered.
“Huh?” the young man turned to him.
“The Sniper? His name is Aaron,” the cop told him.
“How do you know that?”
“It was written in black magic marker on the back of his jacket,” he coughed, “I thought you should know when you are ready to get justice for Martin.”
Seth shook his head. “Thanks, Hal,” he sniffed.
“Don’t mention it,” he sighed.
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John stared into the distance with his arms through the barred window, resting on the dirt. He had been staring at the distance where they took Mia for the last three hours. He didn’t move and he didn’t waver. She didn’t come back during the night so she was definitely somewhere away from him. The archer didn’t know if they were torturing her or just keeping her locked up or worse. John jolted when he felt a soft hand touch his shoulder. “She’s fine,” Libby told him, “If she wasn’t, you’d know.”
“I’d like to think so,” John muttered.
“How long have you know Mia?” the therapist asked.
“46 days,” he smirked.
“You met on the plane?”
“During the crash exactly,”
“That is amazing. I would have assumed that by the way you care for her, you had known her for years, not a month and a few days.”
“I feel like I have known her for longer.”
“If we survive this, I will have to publish a book about the bonding between men and women trapped on a mysterious Island, held at pay by a psycho group of mercenaries.”
“Can I get a signed copy?” John smirked.
Libby patted him on the shoulder and walked away to join the others. John continued to stare out into the distance. To the right of the location that Mia went to was a building that a few men were going into. The archer was curious that every time they went in they came out with a weapon of some kind. Could that be some sort of weapons debut? John looked around. He wasn’t sure if he could get out of the cage and make a break for that cabin. He would need some kind of diversion. The archer knew that McKay and Sayid were on their way but he didn’t know how long he could wait for them. “Please, God,” he whispered, “Gimme some sort of sign that I can help get my friends out of here.”
Inside the weapons depot, a soldier walked in and John could see him from the side window. The man pulled out a cigarette and a match to lit it up. The archer then raised an eyebrow as the light from the match lit up a box on shelf behind the man. What John noticed the most was that in big bold black letters on the box read ROWS. He blinked, remembering the sign he just requested.
Did that box really say . . . arrows?
A small group of people slowly migrated out of the caves, looking the screaming boy. They were amazed as it would seem little Eddie had brought three new people with them. Judging by the way they were dressed, they assumed they were from the plane crash too. Then McKay pushed through the crowd and immediately ran toward Eddie, scooping him up in his arms. He embraced him almost like a long lost son. “Where the hell were you, boy?” he demanded, “Oh, God, don’t ever do that to me again.”
“I had to rescue my mom,” Eddie told him.
“Your .. .mom?” McKay blinked.
“There is no time, Uncle McKay. Jenny was up on the ridge helping us out. She was attacking five soldiers. You got to go help her.”
McKay quickly put him down, “SAYID!”
The Iraqi then came forward, looking at the group of people. “We have to move fast,” he pointed, “Please go into the caves, these people will help you.”
Sayid then turned toward Kellye for obvious reasons. “May I have those rifles, miss?” he asked politely.
Kellye blinked; she wasn’t sure she should give one of the rifles considering what race he was. But she had to put her soldiers instincts away for the moment. She quickly un-slung one of the rifles she was carrying from her back. “You can have one,” she told him.
“Fair enough,” he said, taking the rifle and then immediately throwing it to Seth, “Let’s go, Seth.”
“Hal, you want to join us, please?” McKay called to the cop.
“Hey, dudes, can I come?” Dutch asked.
“No, man, you stay here with them,” Seth pointed, “Charlie! Bernard! Take care of them!”
As the four men began their trek into the words, Barbara guided her friends and her son into the cave. Yolanda was the first to greet them as did Bernard. Charlie looked around, holding onto his gun. He didn’t think they were followed but he had to be sure.
They were counting on him and he wasn’t going to let them down.
McKay huffed as he ran through the jungle, pistol pointing forward. Sayid was right behind him, followed by Hal. Seth checked around, holding the rifle as the movies had trained him. The four men ran up the hill until they reached the ridge where Eddie had described. The Australian looked around, already smelling the stench of blood. Their were even a few flies buzzing around. “Flies,” Seth pointed out.
“It happens,” Sayid said, pointing toward the left side.
“Yeah, but . . .kinda happens quick around here, don’t it?”
“Welcome the jungle, “McKay whispered.
Hal scanned the jungle for anybody that could still be lingering. Sayid walked over to the nearest group of soldiers. Their bodies were already swelling from the heat. McKay checked on one, noticing his broke neck. “Jenny don’t mess around,” he commented.
“Yet, where is our little martial artist?” Sayid commented.
McKay began to track the footprints best he could. Sayid quickly motion for Hal to come over. They immediately grabbed the rifles and any ammo they could find. The Middle Easterner grabbed a radio, looking at it. Hal noticed that the one called White, had two grenades slung into his military belt. He smirked, taking them easily. Seth then looked around and found McKay staring at something. He quickly ran over to him and saw that it was other body, with his neck twisted and poking out of the skin. The sight made Seth grab his mouth, trying not to vomit. “Jenny is cold blooded,” he commented.
“Jenny didn’t do that.” McKay pointed out, “The way the neck is twisted would suggest a severe amount of pressure was applied to it. Pressure her 16 year old body could not provide.”
“If she didn’t kill this guy, then who did?”
“SAYID!” McKay called.
The Iraqi and the cop then jogged over to their location. They both looked at the dead body. “Jenny’s tracks stopped here,” the Australian pointed toward the ground, “Then this man was killed here, then someone else came and ran over there. But the tracks are weird.”
“How weird?” asked Hal.
“They stop just shy of that tree.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Seth asked.
“It means that Jenny was taken by someone who can fly.” McKay sighed.
“McKay, that-“ Sayid tried to say.
“Makes no sense, I know,” the Australian interrupted him, “I only call them like I see them.”
“Whoever that person is, he uses a crossbow, “ Hal pointed, “There is a bolt stuck in a tree back there.”
“Jenny was taken . . .by a Predator?” Seth blinked.
“Don’t be so stupid, Seth,” Sayid sighed.
“Excuse me, but he just said that guy could fly!” the young man pointed toward McKay.
Then they heard a rustling in the bushes behind them. All four immediately pointed their guns to the noise. Within seconds a familiar black man appeared through the jungle leaves. Seth sighed, lowering his rifle. “Martin, what are you doing?” the young bookstore worker asked him.
“I came to see if Jenny was okay,” he pointed back toward the caves, “I overheard Eddie saying that she was taking on five soldiers. Where is she?”
“She is gone . .but it would appeared she beat them.” Sayid pointed out.
“Then where the hell is she-“
The young black man was interrupted by a bullet striking his chest. The four men then jumped down. Hal pointed his pistol into the distance and immediately opened fire. He immediately his entire clip into the direction of the sniper hit. Seth grunted, immediately taking off the silenced barrel from his gun. He then rolled and opened fire, spraying bullets into the trees. He screamed as he swung his rifle from left to right, watching the bullets tear into the leaves and the wood of the trees. Then a lone green figured leaped down from the tree and proceeded to run into the distance. Hal immediately gave chase.
Seth then turned around and ran toward the black man. Martin was on the ground, gasping for air. He held onto the wound, trying to hold the precious blood from spilling out. He coughed, as the red liquid was filling up his lung fast. Seth quickly placed his hand over the wound, trying to help him. “MCKAY!” the young man screamed.
The Australian ran and grabbed Martin by the arms, trying to hoist him up. But the black man just screamed in pain. McKay then collapsed holding onto him. “Martin, you stay with me!” he shook him.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, it wasn’t suppose to happen like this,” the black man grunted.
“Marty, you hang in there,” Seth urged him.
”Seth . . . you gotta tell . ..tell my dad . . . .I wasn’t scared . . .” he grunted.
“Of course,” Seth said, teary eyed, “How could we ever assume you’d be scared?”
Martin then grabbed McKay behind the neck, “ McKay . . .Promise me . . .you’ll get Kristy and Jenny home . . “
“I promise,” the bald man immediately said.
“Oh . .man,” Martin coughed, “I was hoping . . .to die . . .on a cruise . . .this wasn’t what I had in mind . . .”
“Martin, don’t talk,” Sayid urged him.
“You guys . . .are the best . . .tell Jenny . .tell Kristy . . .they were the best sisters . . .a guy could . . .”
Martin coughed one last time, and slumped down. “MARTIN!” Seth screamed, shaking him but getting no response.
“DAMN IT!!” McKay screamed, upset they lost another one.
Seth slowly stood up, letting the tears fall out of his eyes. He was brought back to feeling the same thing he felt when Brendon past on. He knew that Martin was brave, and extremely selfless; thinking of Jenny and Kristy at the end. The young singer would vow that he would make sure they knew what he said. McKay slowly let the black man slump to the ground. Sayid said a Muslim prayer for their fallen comrade. Hal then jogged back, immediately seeing Martin lying dead in the grass. “Aw, man,” he turned his head.
“Did you get him?” Seth asked.
“He was running too fast,” the cop panted, “He knows these jungles better than we do. I could have easily gotten lost.”
“We should go after him!” Seth grunted.
“Seth, that is the last thing we should do,” Sayid stood up.
“WHY?” he screamed in rage.
“Because that sniper is leading us right to his militia friends, “the Iraqi pointed into the distance, “If we give chase, there will be no one to carry our bodies back to our friends. We need to go back to the caves, regroup and talk to those people Eddie brought back. We need all the Intel we can get so we can save Jack and the others.”
“Yes, “ McKay wiped his tears, “No one else is gonna die today.”
Seth immediately wiped his tears and calmed down. “You’re right,” he sniffed, “We need to take them and it’s gonna need to be in force.”
“Then let us assemble that force,” Sayid said, picking up Martin’s left arm.
Without any words, McKay grabbed the man’s right arm. Then Seth took the right leg and Hal took the left leg. The four friends carried the body of their friend back toward the caves. McKay regretted telling Kristy and eventually Jenny what had happened. He was growing weary of being the bearer of bad news. He longed for them to get off the Island and save the rest from suffering.
As they walked, Seth wiped his tears. Hal then looked at him and then looked straight ahead. “Aaron.” He whispered.
“Huh?” the young man turned to him.
“The Sniper? His name is Aaron,” the cop told him.
“How do you know that?”
“It was written in black magic marker on the back of his jacket,” he coughed, “I thought you should know when you are ready to get justice for Martin.”
Seth shook his head. “Thanks, Hal,” he sniffed.
“Don’t mention it,” he sighed.
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John stared into the distance with his arms through the barred window, resting on the dirt. He had been staring at the distance where they took Mia for the last three hours. He didn’t move and he didn’t waver. She didn’t come back during the night so she was definitely somewhere away from him. The archer didn’t know if they were torturing her or just keeping her locked up or worse. John jolted when he felt a soft hand touch his shoulder. “She’s fine,” Libby told him, “If she wasn’t, you’d know.”
“I’d like to think so,” John muttered.
“How long have you know Mia?” the therapist asked.
“46 days,” he smirked.
“You met on the plane?”
“During the crash exactly,”
“That is amazing. I would have assumed that by the way you care for her, you had known her for years, not a month and a few days.”
“I feel like I have known her for longer.”
“If we survive this, I will have to publish a book about the bonding between men and women trapped on a mysterious Island, held at pay by a psycho group of mercenaries.”
“Can I get a signed copy?” John smirked.
Libby patted him on the shoulder and walked away to join the others. John continued to stare out into the distance. To the right of the location that Mia went to was a building that a few men were going into. The archer was curious that every time they went in they came out with a weapon of some kind. Could that be some sort of weapons debut? John looked around. He wasn’t sure if he could get out of the cage and make a break for that cabin. He would need some kind of diversion. The archer knew that McKay and Sayid were on their way but he didn’t know how long he could wait for them. “Please, God,” he whispered, “Gimme some sort of sign that I can help get my friends out of here.”
Inside the weapons depot, a soldier walked in and John could see him from the side window. The man pulled out a cigarette and a match to lit it up. The archer then raised an eyebrow as the light from the match lit up a box on shelf behind the man. What John noticed the most was that in big bold black letters on the box read ROWS. He blinked, remembering the sign he just requested.
Did that box really say . . . arrows?
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