Part 227: The Great Escape Part 2
John grunted as the slammed the soldier back against the cabin wall. The Liberator gritted foam through clenched teeth, trying to force him. John then shifted his balance, forcing the man to thrust back. The archer then slammed his head into the cabin, cracking the wood. The soldier slumped down, unconscious.
John then kicked open the door to the depot. He looked inside at all the crates, and boxes. Not to the mention the racks of rifles that adorned the doors. However, John wasn’t concerned with that. He was more interested in finding the weapons he did know how to use. The archer quickly ran to the window that he looked in two days ago then turned around. He nearly broke down in tears when he saw the box that truly did read Arrows. He jumped toward it, grabbing a nearby crowbar and snapping off the hinges. Inside was a box with a compound bow in it. John grabbed it and immediately began to assemble it. Time was truly a factor.
He prayed Mia was safe.
Up on the ridge, Kellye looked through all the smoke. Most of the soldiers were dead and the others were screaming as they were dying. Then one emerged from the white smoke and fired at her. The girl soldier screamed as the bullet ripped into her left arm. She fired her rifle, watching the bullets smack into the man’s head, spraying a bloody mist into the air. She grunted again as he landed close to her. Kellye then spotted the man was wearing a black bandana. She quickly grabbed it and began to tie it around her wound. The girl soldier knew she had to close it quick in a field dressing. Kellye grabbed the other side with her teeth and pulled it tightly to stop the bleeding. “Good field dressing,” Frakes said, “It’s a shame it won’t matter.”
She turned around to see the familiar soldier staring down at her. Frakes was severely burned; the majority of his face was black and his left eye was all bloody. Kellye didn’t move as he held a pistol on her with shaky hands. “You little . . . .what made you think you could beat us?” he grunted.
“Looks to me like you were the one on fire, Frakes.” She hissed.
“You never stood a chance. I am just one man. You can’t make the Liberation fall, little girl.”
“And fall you will,” Kellye smiled.
Frakes then heard a gun click behind him. He turned to be face to face with Sayid for the first time. “Good morning,” the Iraqi said with complete politeness.
A mixture of blood and boneshot out into the air as the bullet tore through the soldier’s skull. Sayid then held out his hand to Kellye, whom he quickly helped up. The Middle Easterner then grabbed what was left of Frakes’ armaments and then ran off to help the others that were still in the outpost. Kellye winced in pain and quickly followed after him.
Mia looked at the monitor from within the control room. The best thing to describe what she was seeing was chaos. She knew her friends were doing their best to defeat the Liberation and then free them. The Lakota girl knew she had to help them with Watchman’s help. She then started to grab the other chairs in the room and shove them toward the door. Then she ran toward the cabinet on the far wall, and screamed, walking it toward the door. Once she was half way, she pushed it toward the door. The metal screeched as it landed on the chairs and embedded itself in the door frame. Mia scrambled for anything else could throw at the door. In a fit of desperation, she grabbed the skeleton of Dr. Jones and then hurled him into the cabinet. As she did, a large chunk of metal fell from the back of his pants. Mia stared at the object in disbelief.
It was a.45 pistol.
She quickly grabbed it and checked to see if it was loaded like when she saw John check it. It was loaded and useable. She quietly thanked the Colonel for insisting Jones not be disturbed. Mia took the gun and kept it by her side as she got back down to the main control panel. She kept an eye on the monitor, wondering when she was going to need to make her move to help her friends.
Seth stayed with Mandy behind the cabin. The majority of the soldiers had their friends pinned down in a firefight across the campus. Seth then looked to Mandy who was trying to keep from screaming. “Mandy, listen to me,” he tried to calm her down, “I got to free Alexander. You stay put and we’ll come back for you.”
“Seth, you’ll never make it!” she squeaked.
“Yes, I will-“
Before Seth could finish his sentence, he heard a shotgun blast cock beside him. He slowly turned to see an oriental man pointing the weapon at him and Mandy. The two friend slowly stood up. Seth gritted his teeth, positioning himself between the shotgun blast and Mandy. The Asian man studied him curiously. He gently tapped his shotgun against Seth’s sword. The young bookstore worker was confused about the smile the Chinese man was giving him. Then he slowly backed off and dropped the shotgun on the ground. Seth blinked, while Mandy held to him. Then the Asian man reached behind him and slowly pulled out a sword from his back. Seth blinked; the Chinese soldier was offering him a challenge? He twirled it in front of him and then motioned for the young singer to come at him.
Seth the looked at Mandy and winked.
Then abruptly he charged the man, clanging swords together. The Chinese soldier was arrogant enough to want a challenge from Seth. He was going to make him regret it. Mandy watched in fear as her friend found the soldier, blocking every move he made. Then a sudden metal banging and screaming made her jump. Across the area of the campus, she saw the metal grate above the well bang up one, with a grunt. Alexander had made it to the top but he couldn’t get out due to the last lock. Seth was occupied with the challenge. Mandy had to help the wild boy.
She quickly grabbed the shotgun the Chinese threw down and ran toward the well. When she got there, a bullet whizzed near her back. For a brief second, she thought she was shot but luckily, she wasn’t. She then saw Alexander looking up at her from the metal cage. She had to use both hands to cock the shotgun and then hold it toward the lock. She pulled the trigger, sending her on her back. When she leaned up, two soldiers were running toward her. By the time they reached her, Alexander burst up from the grate, smacking them in the bodies. He then leaped out and ran to them, putting a headlock around both with each arm. He continued to squeeze until one neck snapped and then the other. After they were dead, he dropped them back and turned to Mandy. She slowly stood up and found the wild boy standing next to her with a smile. “Merci.” He grinned.
Before Mandy could reply, a clang of metal caught her attention again. Seth was fighting hard against the oriental. There was a certain madness in the Asian man’s face, as he wasn’t expecting a white boy to fight as hard as his opponent. Seth side stepped and blocked again. The Asian then pretended to block the blow but then dove the side and struck Seth across the chest. “NOOOO!!” Mandy screamed.
The young bookstore worker then collapsed on his knees, the small amount of blood oozing from his sternum. The Asian then positioned his sword across the back of Seth’s neck. Mandy quickly grabbed the shotgun. The Chinese man smiled as he quickly raised up his sword. Then abruptly Seth swung up his sword and then brought it down in one fluid motion. The Asian man stopped and slowly stared at Seth, who looked at him with anger. The Asian soldier then screamed as both his arms fell off from their shoulders. “Mon dieu!” Alexander yelped at the sight.
Seth then screamed and chopped the man’s head off in another fluid motion. When the limp body fell to the side, he turned and collapsed on his knees again. Mandy and Alexander ran to him. “Seth, are you okay?” she asked.
“I’ll make it.” He coughed, “We need to get out of here.”
Up on the ridge, Danielle fired her rifle at every soldier she saw. One after one collapsed. A few managed to fire in her direction but they missed from the range. Andra stood behind her, holding her ears from the gunshots. Danielle quickly slapped in another rifle clip and continued to fire. Then she heard gun fire from her right. Sayid and Hal were moving in from the ridge. The Iraqi smiled at her, happy to have her by their side. The French woman smiled briefly, happy to have her daughter by her side again. By the time she turned to continue firing, the soldier named Titus had a MP5 baring down on her. He quickly screamed, and opened fire. There was no where for Danielle to go.
She grunted as the bullets racked her body. Andra screamed in agony watching her mother get shot. Sayid and Hal then returned fire toward Titus. The soldier then grunted as one of the bullets managed to strike him in the leg. He quickly back flipped and limped back down the ridge. “MAMA!!” Andra screamed.
Sayid and Hal quickly arrived at her location. They both grabbed her by the arms and began to drag her away. After they got at a secure tree line area, they placed her down. Danielle coughed up blood. Sayid saw her wounds; they were too many for her to survive much longer. Andra held her mother’s hand, crying. “Mama.” She whimpered.
“Sayid,” Danielle coughed.
“Danielle, shhhh, “ the Iraqi said, “Do not try to talk.”
“Promise me . . .you will . . .watch over my daughter . . . .”she coughed up blood, “ Promise me . . .you will . . .get her off . . .the Island.”
“Danielle, you need to conserve your strength.” He held her hand.
“PROMISE ME!” she grunted.
Sayid closed his eyes and then opened them again. “I promise.” He whispered.
“Mama, don’t go,” Andra cried.
“It’s all right, sweetie . . .” she whispered, “ I know . . .Sayid will keep you safe . . .what matters most . . .is that you live your full life. . . .”
“I love you, mama,” she kissed her on the lips.
“I love you . . .my . . .Alexandra . . .”
Danielle then collapsed on the side of her face, her life gone. Andra then fell onto her blood stained chest, crying profusely. Sayid gently touched her shoulder. “Andra, “ he whispered, “We can’t stay here. We are sitting ducks if we are.”
“I can’t leave her,” she whimpered.
“We will come back for her. “ the Iraqi said, sympathetically, “I promise you that.”
Andra slowly got up, kissing her mother’s body a second time. Hal then picked up Danielle’s rifle and cocked it back. Sayid stood next to him with Andra behind him. “Let’s get the rest of our people out of there.” He whispered.
“Yes,” Sayid agreed.
John then kicked open the door to the depot. He looked inside at all the crates, and boxes. Not to the mention the racks of rifles that adorned the doors. However, John wasn’t concerned with that. He was more interested in finding the weapons he did know how to use. The archer quickly ran to the window that he looked in two days ago then turned around. He nearly broke down in tears when he saw the box that truly did read Arrows. He jumped toward it, grabbing a nearby crowbar and snapping off the hinges. Inside was a box with a compound bow in it. John grabbed it and immediately began to assemble it. Time was truly a factor.
He prayed Mia was safe.
Up on the ridge, Kellye looked through all the smoke. Most of the soldiers were dead and the others were screaming as they were dying. Then one emerged from the white smoke and fired at her. The girl soldier screamed as the bullet ripped into her left arm. She fired her rifle, watching the bullets smack into the man’s head, spraying a bloody mist into the air. She grunted again as he landed close to her. Kellye then spotted the man was wearing a black bandana. She quickly grabbed it and began to tie it around her wound. The girl soldier knew she had to close it quick in a field dressing. Kellye grabbed the other side with her teeth and pulled it tightly to stop the bleeding. “Good field dressing,” Frakes said, “It’s a shame it won’t matter.”
She turned around to see the familiar soldier staring down at her. Frakes was severely burned; the majority of his face was black and his left eye was all bloody. Kellye didn’t move as he held a pistol on her with shaky hands. “You little . . . .what made you think you could beat us?” he grunted.
“Looks to me like you were the one on fire, Frakes.” She hissed.
“You never stood a chance. I am just one man. You can’t make the Liberation fall, little girl.”
“And fall you will,” Kellye smiled.
Frakes then heard a gun click behind him. He turned to be face to face with Sayid for the first time. “Good morning,” the Iraqi said with complete politeness.
A mixture of blood and boneshot out into the air as the bullet tore through the soldier’s skull. Sayid then held out his hand to Kellye, whom he quickly helped up. The Middle Easterner then grabbed what was left of Frakes’ armaments and then ran off to help the others that were still in the outpost. Kellye winced in pain and quickly followed after him.
Mia looked at the monitor from within the control room. The best thing to describe what she was seeing was chaos. She knew her friends were doing their best to defeat the Liberation and then free them. The Lakota girl knew she had to help them with Watchman’s help. She then started to grab the other chairs in the room and shove them toward the door. Then she ran toward the cabinet on the far wall, and screamed, walking it toward the door. Once she was half way, she pushed it toward the door. The metal screeched as it landed on the chairs and embedded itself in the door frame. Mia scrambled for anything else could throw at the door. In a fit of desperation, she grabbed the skeleton of Dr. Jones and then hurled him into the cabinet. As she did, a large chunk of metal fell from the back of his pants. Mia stared at the object in disbelief.
It was a.45 pistol.
She quickly grabbed it and checked to see if it was loaded like when she saw John check it. It was loaded and useable. She quietly thanked the Colonel for insisting Jones not be disturbed. Mia took the gun and kept it by her side as she got back down to the main control panel. She kept an eye on the monitor, wondering when she was going to need to make her move to help her friends.
Seth stayed with Mandy behind the cabin. The majority of the soldiers had their friends pinned down in a firefight across the campus. Seth then looked to Mandy who was trying to keep from screaming. “Mandy, listen to me,” he tried to calm her down, “I got to free Alexander. You stay put and we’ll come back for you.”
“Seth, you’ll never make it!” she squeaked.
“Yes, I will-“
Before Seth could finish his sentence, he heard a shotgun blast cock beside him. He slowly turned to see an oriental man pointing the weapon at him and Mandy. The two friend slowly stood up. Seth gritted his teeth, positioning himself between the shotgun blast and Mandy. The Asian man studied him curiously. He gently tapped his shotgun against Seth’s sword. The young bookstore worker was confused about the smile the Chinese man was giving him. Then he slowly backed off and dropped the shotgun on the ground. Seth blinked, while Mandy held to him. Then the Asian man reached behind him and slowly pulled out a sword from his back. Seth blinked; the Chinese soldier was offering him a challenge? He twirled it in front of him and then motioned for the young singer to come at him.
Seth the looked at Mandy and winked.
Then abruptly he charged the man, clanging swords together. The Chinese soldier was arrogant enough to want a challenge from Seth. He was going to make him regret it. Mandy watched in fear as her friend found the soldier, blocking every move he made. Then a sudden metal banging and screaming made her jump. Across the area of the campus, she saw the metal grate above the well bang up one, with a grunt. Alexander had made it to the top but he couldn’t get out due to the last lock. Seth was occupied with the challenge. Mandy had to help the wild boy.
She quickly grabbed the shotgun the Chinese threw down and ran toward the well. When she got there, a bullet whizzed near her back. For a brief second, she thought she was shot but luckily, she wasn’t. She then saw Alexander looking up at her from the metal cage. She had to use both hands to cock the shotgun and then hold it toward the lock. She pulled the trigger, sending her on her back. When she leaned up, two soldiers were running toward her. By the time they reached her, Alexander burst up from the grate, smacking them in the bodies. He then leaped out and ran to them, putting a headlock around both with each arm. He continued to squeeze until one neck snapped and then the other. After they were dead, he dropped them back and turned to Mandy. She slowly stood up and found the wild boy standing next to her with a smile. “Merci.” He grinned.
Before Mandy could reply, a clang of metal caught her attention again. Seth was fighting hard against the oriental. There was a certain madness in the Asian man’s face, as he wasn’t expecting a white boy to fight as hard as his opponent. Seth side stepped and blocked again. The Asian then pretended to block the blow but then dove the side and struck Seth across the chest. “NOOOO!!” Mandy screamed.
The young bookstore worker then collapsed on his knees, the small amount of blood oozing from his sternum. The Asian then positioned his sword across the back of Seth’s neck. Mandy quickly grabbed the shotgun. The Chinese man smiled as he quickly raised up his sword. Then abruptly Seth swung up his sword and then brought it down in one fluid motion. The Asian man stopped and slowly stared at Seth, who looked at him with anger. The Asian soldier then screamed as both his arms fell off from their shoulders. “Mon dieu!” Alexander yelped at the sight.
Seth then screamed and chopped the man’s head off in another fluid motion. When the limp body fell to the side, he turned and collapsed on his knees again. Mandy and Alexander ran to him. “Seth, are you okay?” she asked.
“I’ll make it.” He coughed, “We need to get out of here.”
Up on the ridge, Danielle fired her rifle at every soldier she saw. One after one collapsed. A few managed to fire in her direction but they missed from the range. Andra stood behind her, holding her ears from the gunshots. Danielle quickly slapped in another rifle clip and continued to fire. Then she heard gun fire from her right. Sayid and Hal were moving in from the ridge. The Iraqi smiled at her, happy to have her by their side. The French woman smiled briefly, happy to have her daughter by her side again. By the time she turned to continue firing, the soldier named Titus had a MP5 baring down on her. He quickly screamed, and opened fire. There was no where for Danielle to go.
She grunted as the bullets racked her body. Andra screamed in agony watching her mother get shot. Sayid and Hal then returned fire toward Titus. The soldier then grunted as one of the bullets managed to strike him in the leg. He quickly back flipped and limped back down the ridge. “MAMA!!” Andra screamed.
Sayid and Hal quickly arrived at her location. They both grabbed her by the arms and began to drag her away. After they got at a secure tree line area, they placed her down. Danielle coughed up blood. Sayid saw her wounds; they were too many for her to survive much longer. Andra held her mother’s hand, crying. “Mama.” She whimpered.
“Sayid,” Danielle coughed.
“Danielle, shhhh, “ the Iraqi said, “Do not try to talk.”
“Promise me . . .you will . . .watch over my daughter . . . .”she coughed up blood, “ Promise me . . .you will . . .get her off . . .the Island.”
“Danielle, you need to conserve your strength.” He held her hand.
“PROMISE ME!” she grunted.
Sayid closed his eyes and then opened them again. “I promise.” He whispered.
“Mama, don’t go,” Andra cried.
“It’s all right, sweetie . . .” she whispered, “ I know . . .Sayid will keep you safe . . .what matters most . . .is that you live your full life. . . .”
“I love you, mama,” she kissed her on the lips.
“I love you . . .my . . .Alexandra . . .”
Danielle then collapsed on the side of her face, her life gone. Andra then fell onto her blood stained chest, crying profusely. Sayid gently touched her shoulder. “Andra, “ he whispered, “We can’t stay here. We are sitting ducks if we are.”
“I can’t leave her,” she whimpered.
“We will come back for her. “ the Iraqi said, sympathetically, “I promise you that.”
Andra slowly got up, kissing her mother’s body a second time. Hal then picked up Danielle’s rifle and cocked it back. Sayid stood next to him with Andra behind him. “Let’s get the rest of our people out of there.” He whispered.
“Yes,” Sayid agreed.
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