Part 226: The Great Escape

Seth stood up straight and brought his sword down in one swift motion, cutting Karleigh’s bonds quickly. The swiftness of the blade made her panic instinctly. “WATCH IT, IDIOT!” she screamed.

“You’re welcome,” Seth grunted, as he made the same motion with Ana-Lucia.

The Latina then turned around and saw a soldier coming right at them. She quickly rolled and grabbed one of the dead soldier’s rifles on the rebound. She held it aloft and fired. The soldier jerked as the bullets struck him in the neck and chest, firing his gun by death reflex. The bullets then ricocheted off the top of the metal bunker, striking in the ground six inches from Hurley’s feet. It was too close for his tastes. “That . . .what was bullets?” he whispered.

“Hang on, Hurley!” Seth called to him, “I will get you free in a minute!”

“Dude. . . . .” the large man’s eyes began to roll to the back of his head.

“No, Hurley . .HURLEY!”
The large man then past out once again. He swayed forward then back, snapping the post he was tied to. “DAMN IT!” Seth then ran to him.

“Roll him over!” Locke ran to help him.

Jack and Locke then grabbed the limp body Hurley and rolled him over like a bag of concrete. Seth quickly got behind him. He stared intensely at the bonds, imagining how to cut them. Then he brought the sword down in one strike, cutting the bonds and splitting the post. Hurley’s limp arms flopped to the ground, and the post slowly cracked open. Clay saw the whole thing, rubbing his wrists. “He’s good.” He commented.

Seth then got on Hurley’s back, grabbing his shirt and shaking him. “HURLEY!” he screamed in his ear, “DAMN IT! Carrying Hurley out of here, was not the plan!”

“WHAT IS THE PLAN?” Kate screamed back.

“You guys need to head up to that ridge,” Seth pointed, “Sayid and our friends are out there waiting to give you cover fire.”

“Sayid is out there?” Jack asked.

By then Danielle, Mandy and Andre had arrived. As they were running toward them, Clay didn’t hesitate and was running hard toward the area that Seth told him. Libby then grabbed Karleigh by the wrist and the two ladies began to follow him. Andra then squeaked when she saw her mother approaching her. “No, Andra,” she held up her hands, “Je ne vous blesserais jamais.”

“Mama,” she cried, “What happened to you? Why are you sick?”

Danielle smiled for a brief moment, happy that her daughter remembered the language of her father. “No, my darling, I am not sick. Nor have I ever been.”

“But . . .I saw you, mama. I saw you kill papa.”

Danielle’s eyes began to flood with tears. It nearly broke her heart when she realized why all these years her daughter never came to her. “You . . .you were there that day?” she asked.

“They let me go. The Others.” Her daughter cried, “They said I could go back to you and I saw . . .you kill papa.”

Jack looked to Danielle, wondering what was happening. Danielle approached her daughter again, “No, my daughter . . My Alexandra. It was your papa who was sick. He tried to hurt me and he had already hurt my friends. I didn’t want to kill him but I had too. Please . . .please don’t be afraid of me.”

Andra was crying up a storm. She was still a little afraid of her mother but it didn’t change the fact that she missed her. She slowly approached her and embraced her. Mother and daughter stood there, holding each other for a brief second. She kissed her on the forehead, happy to have her daughter back in her life. Then they were interrupted by another hail of bullets. This time it was Jack who took the man’s sidearm and fired on the approaching soldier. Danielle then didn’t hesitate. She took her daughter by the hand and ran toward the ridge where Sayid and the others were waiting.

By then more soldiers had come out of their cabins. They opened up a barrage of bullets toward them. Jack and Ana-Lucia returned fire as their friends dragged the unconscious Hurley toward the other side of the metal bunker. Bullets after bullets ricocheted off the metal. Locke grunted as he and John got Hurley to save position. Marita had a near vice grip on Tony, as they crouched low. “WE CAN’T STAY HERE!” Ana-Lucia screamed as she returned fire.

“Until Hurley wakes up, we have to!” Jack replied back.

“You guys stay put!” Seth ordered, “Me and the gang have to go free Alexander!”

“SETH, BE CAREFUL!” Tony screamed back.

Seth then waited for a second, then he, Mandy and Andre ran toward a nearby cabin to use as cover as they opened fire on them. John then grunted and ran off into the opposite direction. “JOHN, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” Marita screamed.

The archer dove for the bunker he believed to be the weapons depot. If they were going to survive, he need to get a weapon. He would prefer what he saw earlier but there was no proof he saw it. He had to be sure, plus he had to make sure Mia was okay. John slid on the side of the building, hearing the gunfire behind him. He then turned to the corner only to find a soldier right there. John immediately grabbed the man’s rifle and they began to tussle for control over it.


Clay ran toward the tall grass. He huffed, running with a speed to surely mean his life depended on it. Then out of nowhere, Kellye popped up from the grass. He screamed in a high pitch tone, as the abrupt appearance of the young girl. “Why, Clayton?” she smirked, “I would have thought you were a soprano.”

“We can argue about my singing voice later!” he barked.

“Keep heading straight, “ he signaled, “Do not waver in the slightest.”

“Why?” Clay ran.

“JUST HAUL ASS, CLAY!” she screamed.

As Clay disappeared behind her, she could then see Libby and Karleigh running toward her, shoving the tall grass beside. “LIBBY! KARLEIGH!” Kellye screamed, “COME TO ME, DO NOT WAVER, RUN STRAIGHT!!”

The girls didn’t have time to argue over the unusual means of escape. They quickly reached the girl soldier and when they did, Kellye saw all the figures appearing in the distance. First there was three soldiers running toward them, then five more, then eight more. The eight then became eleven. Then the eleven became 21. Kellye then ran after them, firing as she did. Bullets whizzed by her head as she ran.

Above on the ridge, Clay made it and immediately felt someone shove him down. Hal then began to open fire on the soldiers approaching them. Sayid, Dutch and Sullivan joined it, firing to give Kellye cover fire. Libby and Karleigh reached the top and then dove down past them.

Kellye turned and fired on two men, taking them down. Another almost had her but then a bullet came from her left and struck the man’s cheek, making his face explode. She jolted and looked, to see McKay holding the gun in her direction. He quickly motioned for her to run. As she did, she thrown back by an explosion.

Sayid looked in horror when one of the soldier’s limp bodies flung up from a single explosion. Dutch and Hall both gasped at the same time. It was too soon for the dynamite to be going off. The soldier must have stepped on it and it could only have been unstable enough to set it off. Every single soldier in the field had stopped as well. They started to look at the tall grass, realizing the civilians had gotten the better of them and laid a trap. Sayid quickly stood up, cursing in his native tongue. “There isn’t enough of them in the field!” Hal protested, knowing what he was going to do.

It was too late. Sayid made a decision to use the trap while they still could. “DO IT!” he screamed toward McKay and Taylor, “DO IT NOW!”

“FALL BACK!” one soldier screamed.

McKay then turned to his blonde headed girlfriend. “HURL IT, BABY!” he screamed.

Taylor quickly pulled the pin, making the locking mechanism spring off. She then quickly wound up her arm in classic softball pitch mode and then stopped it abruptly at her hip, sending the grenade off into the air. The stingball flung hard and true toward the designated area, marked with a simple stick stuck in the ground. The moment it landed, it exploded, catching the grass on fire. That fire then lit all of the surrounding fuses and then it started a chain reaction, setting off the rest of the dynamite. McKay grabbed Taylor and Shannon as the field began to erupted in a series of explosions.



Seth turned around from the cabin, looking at the field, seeing it burst into small pockets of flame and black smoke. He knew they had to use it as cover if they stood a chance of freeing the boy in the well. Seth then motion for Mandy and Andre to run with him. They quickly ran, keeping low to the ground. They used another cabin for cover and by then, most of the soldiers were running toward their enemies. As they turned the corner, they saw the well in side. Seth was the first to run toward it, then Mandy then Andre.

Down from the well, Alexander was looking up. He heard the explosions, the shouting and the gunfire, wondering what was going on. Then he saw the kind boy Seth, the beautiful girl called Mandy and his little tribe brother Andre. “ALEXANDER!” the French boy called to him.

“ANDRE!” the blonde wild boy laughed.

Seth then steadied himself. There were three locks on the grate over the well. He then swung his sword down, cutting one off in a swift stroke. He then turned and did the same with the second one. “ALEXANDER!” Andre called, throwing two knives down, “Utiliser ceux-là pour grimper! Nous aurons vous libère bientôt!”

“Ils ont m'a pris au piège en bas ici!” Alexander called back, “Je suis enchaîné!”

“Je suis Seth sûr que pensera-“

Before Andre could finish his sentence, his head exploded from a shotgun blast. Mandy screamed at the young boy’s abrupt death. Seth quickly rolled out of the way, grabbing her on the rebound. They quickly ran toward another cabin for cover, as the shot gun blasts continued. Below in the well, Alexander looked up at the remains of his tribe brother. “Andre?” he cried.

Andre’s limp body was over the steel grate; blood pouring out of his head-wound. Alexander just saw one more of his tribe slaughtered before his eyes. First they took away his precious Valeria, then they stormed him and stole his brothers and sisters, only to hang them like animals. His sorrow was then burned out by Rage. “ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!” he screamed at the top of his lungs as he grabbed the chains to the hilt, holding him down.

He continued to scream through gritted teeth as he pulled with all his might. Blood slowly began to ooze from his wrists. The chains then started to come apart like taffy. Alexander screamed with a defiant rage, making the chains finally snap. He felt back hard against the muddy wall from the force of his pull. He then started to pull the chains from his wrists. He ignored the pain and as a helpful bonus, the blood acted as a lubricant. Grunting he flung off one cuff and then did the other.

He rested in the mud for a second, taking deep breath. His eyes were red with revenge. He could not see his own pain, nor his starvation. Alexander could only see the dead faces of the family he helped raise. He quickly got up and grabbed the two knives Andre sent down on his last act. The blonde boy then stabbed on into the wall and then stabbed the second on higher on the wall. He continued this procedure as he began to ascend the wall. Within minutes he would reach the surface.

And he was certain he was going to make them all pay for what they have done.