Part 236: Prisoners
“I can’t believe we are discussing this!” Shannon grunted.
“Well, believe it, goldilocks, “ Sawyer hissed back at her, “I mean, exactly what did you plan to do with them anyway?”
“We are not barbarians, Sawyer,” Sayid pointed out.
“This ain’t got nothing to do with barbarism, Mohammed, “the redneck got in his face, “This is about us or them. Or have you forgotten, what they planned to do to Jackie Boy and Kate?”
“I have not forgotten,” the Iraqi whispered, “I am merely exploring other options.”
“Really? What are some of the other options?”
Sayid closed his eyes and sighed. “I can’t think of any of them that are logical.” He whispered.
“Sayid, you want to talk about logic, you can’t do this.” Shannon held onto his arm.
McKay noticed what they were saying. He slowly walked up with Taylor by his side. “What’s going on here, guys?” the Australian asked.
“Oh, thank, God,” Sawyer grunted, “Tell them we have to execute the prisoners.”
“What, seriously?” Taylor gasped.
“Think about it, blondie,” the redneck looked at her, “We got these soldiers here who were trying to kill us and our friends not 25 minutes ago. Where are we going to put them? That jail cell in the ground over there? Then what; somebody gonna stay and feed them?”
“As much as I hate to admit it, he has a point, “ Sayid said, reluctantly, “ There is no reason why we should waste our time and resources on keeping these prisoners alive.”
“Can’t we let them go?” Taylor asked.
“Who’s to say . . .they won’t come back for us,” Shannon sniffed.
Taylor looked at her friend, producing tears. It was clear on her face, as it was with everybody else’s, no one wanted to kill these men in cold blood but they felt they were left with no choice. If they spared them, would they turn on them? More than likely. If they let them go, would have come back for revenge or call for help? More than likely too. McKay rubbed his head. “This isn’t a decision, we should make lightly, nor just us,” he commented.
“What, you want to put it to a vote?” Sawyer asked in disgust.
“I agree,” Sayid said, “Let’s put it to a vote.”
“Gather around anybody who wants to be involved in this,” McKay motioned to everybody.
“Blooming waste of time,” Sawyer grunted, as he walked off toward the infirmary.
Seth winced in pain as Jack finished sewing up his side. Mandy and Marita had instinctly helped him by becoming his nurses. The young blonde handed him the alcohol and he cleaned the remainder of the wound. He then took the bandage prepared by Marita and covered Seth’s side with it. “Thanks, Jack,” he grunted.
“Hang in there, Seth,” he patted him on the arm, “The Morphine should be kicking soon.”
“Looking forward to it.”
John moaned as he felt of his cheek. Jack slung the latex gloves off his hands and walked over to the archer. “How you feeling, John?” he asked.
“Like I French kissed an asphalt road,” he moaned.
“Don’t scratch,” the doctor forced his hand down, “It’ll heal. You are lucky that scumbag didn’t hit your eye.”
“I know,” John opened his eyes, “ Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. Just doing my job.”
“No way, Jack. Your JOB is about a million miles away. Here . .you are helping your friends and I thank you for it.”
“I honestly didn’t expect us to survive the night,” Jack said, washing his hands, “ I am glad we were all there for each other.”
“You kept your cool, Jack. I am proud of you, “ John smirked, “How did it feel to pull the trigger?”
“It felt weird. I barely remember it. How did it feel to shoot an arrow in twenty soldiers?” Jack walked back over to him.
“I felt justified. I felt like it was a necessary act. I would have done anything . . .to make my friends safe.”
“LISTEN UP, PEOPLE!” Sawyer said, walking in and banging the wall to get everybody’s attention.
Jack turned to look at him, as did the others. Kate peered from the back as she had gotten done wrapping a bandage around Kellye’s arm. Tony leaned up from the bed he was resting in and Marita walked over to him. Seth peered up from behind his eyelid, feeling drowsy. “Okay, boys and girls, we got a vote coming up and I wanted to make sure ya’ll make the right decision.” The redneck said.
“What vote, Sawyer?” asked Marita.
“Whether we kill the prisoners or let them go free?”
“You guys are considering killing the prisoners?” Mandy gasped.
“We got prisoners?” Tony asked, confused that he missed that part.
“Yeah, co-cheese, and I would like to hope you of all people would not be naïve enough to assume we can keep them around.”
Seth raised his hand,” Yeah, I am all for it. Snuff’em.”
“SETH!” Mandy gasped.
“Mandy, come on,” he grunted, as he started to drift to sleep,” Do you really think it would be safer if we kept them around . . .or let them go?”
“NO, but . . .killing them?” she covered her mouth, “Has it really come to this?”
“I am afraid it has,” the singer wheezed, “The price of survival just went up.”
Jack sighed, lowering his head. He shook it again, thinking about all that has been said. “No body wants this to happen, Mandy,” he replied, “But it needs to happen. These soldiers . . .we trying to kill us not a short while ago. What would have happened if the roles were reversed? What would have happened if they killed the majority of us and then left five of us alive? They would not hesitate to kill that remaining five, cause there would be no more threat.”
Jack rubbed his head continuing his thoughts, “We can’t take any chances. We have to make sure those soldiers out there will never harm us again. Cause we are in for the long haul; we STILL do not know when or if we will be rescued. So we can’t have them here; they could easily kill us in our sleep if we are stupid enough to let them go.”
Jack then raised his hand, “All in favor of killing the prisoners so that we and our friends will be safe.”
Seth raised his hand. Sawyer raised his. Mandy wiped her tears and raised her hand. John slowly raised his hand. Tony raised his and Marita slowly raised her hand. Kellye raised her good hand. Kate lowered her head and then slowly raised her hand. The redneck shook his head, getting a unaminous vote. He shook his head, looking at Jack. “Smartest decision you ever made.” He pointed out.
Jack shook his head and agreed. “Sometimes the smartest decision . . .isn’t the right one,” he commented.
Seth still had his hand raised. “I got one question, teacher,” he said, his eyes closed.
“What’s that, Seth?”
“Who’s gonna do the killing?”
“Well, believe it, goldilocks, “ Sawyer hissed back at her, “I mean, exactly what did you plan to do with them anyway?”
“We are not barbarians, Sawyer,” Sayid pointed out.
“This ain’t got nothing to do with barbarism, Mohammed, “the redneck got in his face, “This is about us or them. Or have you forgotten, what they planned to do to Jackie Boy and Kate?”
“I have not forgotten,” the Iraqi whispered, “I am merely exploring other options.”
“Really? What are some of the other options?”
Sayid closed his eyes and sighed. “I can’t think of any of them that are logical.” He whispered.
“Sayid, you want to talk about logic, you can’t do this.” Shannon held onto his arm.
McKay noticed what they were saying. He slowly walked up with Taylor by his side. “What’s going on here, guys?” the Australian asked.
“Oh, thank, God,” Sawyer grunted, “Tell them we have to execute the prisoners.”
“What, seriously?” Taylor gasped.
“Think about it, blondie,” the redneck looked at her, “We got these soldiers here who were trying to kill us and our friends not 25 minutes ago. Where are we going to put them? That jail cell in the ground over there? Then what; somebody gonna stay and feed them?”
“As much as I hate to admit it, he has a point, “ Sayid said, reluctantly, “ There is no reason why we should waste our time and resources on keeping these prisoners alive.”
“Can’t we let them go?” Taylor asked.
“Who’s to say . . .they won’t come back for us,” Shannon sniffed.
Taylor looked at her friend, producing tears. It was clear on her face, as it was with everybody else’s, no one wanted to kill these men in cold blood but they felt they were left with no choice. If they spared them, would they turn on them? More than likely. If they let them go, would have come back for revenge or call for help? More than likely too. McKay rubbed his head. “This isn’t a decision, we should make lightly, nor just us,” he commented.
“What, you want to put it to a vote?” Sawyer asked in disgust.
“I agree,” Sayid said, “Let’s put it to a vote.”
“Gather around anybody who wants to be involved in this,” McKay motioned to everybody.
“Blooming waste of time,” Sawyer grunted, as he walked off toward the infirmary.
Seth winced in pain as Jack finished sewing up his side. Mandy and Marita had instinctly helped him by becoming his nurses. The young blonde handed him the alcohol and he cleaned the remainder of the wound. He then took the bandage prepared by Marita and covered Seth’s side with it. “Thanks, Jack,” he grunted.
“Hang in there, Seth,” he patted him on the arm, “The Morphine should be kicking soon.”
“Looking forward to it.”
John moaned as he felt of his cheek. Jack slung the latex gloves off his hands and walked over to the archer. “How you feeling, John?” he asked.
“Like I French kissed an asphalt road,” he moaned.
“Don’t scratch,” the doctor forced his hand down, “It’ll heal. You are lucky that scumbag didn’t hit your eye.”
“I know,” John opened his eyes, “ Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. Just doing my job.”
“No way, Jack. Your JOB is about a million miles away. Here . .you are helping your friends and I thank you for it.”
“I honestly didn’t expect us to survive the night,” Jack said, washing his hands, “ I am glad we were all there for each other.”
“You kept your cool, Jack. I am proud of you, “ John smirked, “How did it feel to pull the trigger?”
“It felt weird. I barely remember it. How did it feel to shoot an arrow in twenty soldiers?” Jack walked back over to him.
“I felt justified. I felt like it was a necessary act. I would have done anything . . .to make my friends safe.”
“LISTEN UP, PEOPLE!” Sawyer said, walking in and banging the wall to get everybody’s attention.
Jack turned to look at him, as did the others. Kate peered from the back as she had gotten done wrapping a bandage around Kellye’s arm. Tony leaned up from the bed he was resting in and Marita walked over to him. Seth peered up from behind his eyelid, feeling drowsy. “Okay, boys and girls, we got a vote coming up and I wanted to make sure ya’ll make the right decision.” The redneck said.
“What vote, Sawyer?” asked Marita.
“Whether we kill the prisoners or let them go free?”
“You guys are considering killing the prisoners?” Mandy gasped.
“We got prisoners?” Tony asked, confused that he missed that part.
“Yeah, co-cheese, and I would like to hope you of all people would not be naïve enough to assume we can keep them around.”
Seth raised his hand,” Yeah, I am all for it. Snuff’em.”
“SETH!” Mandy gasped.
“Mandy, come on,” he grunted, as he started to drift to sleep,” Do you really think it would be safer if we kept them around . . .or let them go?”
“NO, but . . .killing them?” she covered her mouth, “Has it really come to this?”
“I am afraid it has,” the singer wheezed, “The price of survival just went up.”
Jack sighed, lowering his head. He shook it again, thinking about all that has been said. “No body wants this to happen, Mandy,” he replied, “But it needs to happen. These soldiers . . .we trying to kill us not a short while ago. What would have happened if the roles were reversed? What would have happened if they killed the majority of us and then left five of us alive? They would not hesitate to kill that remaining five, cause there would be no more threat.”
Jack rubbed his head continuing his thoughts, “We can’t take any chances. We have to make sure those soldiers out there will never harm us again. Cause we are in for the long haul; we STILL do not know when or if we will be rescued. So we can’t have them here; they could easily kill us in our sleep if we are stupid enough to let them go.”
Jack then raised his hand, “All in favor of killing the prisoners so that we and our friends will be safe.”
Seth raised his hand. Sawyer raised his. Mandy wiped her tears and raised her hand. John slowly raised his hand. Tony raised his and Marita slowly raised her hand. Kellye raised her good hand. Kate lowered her head and then slowly raised her hand. The redneck shook his head, getting a unaminous vote. He shook his head, looking at Jack. “Smartest decision you ever made.” He pointed out.
Jack shook his head and agreed. “Sometimes the smartest decision . . .isn’t the right one,” he commented.
Seth still had his hand raised. “I got one question, teacher,” he said, his eyes closed.
“What’s that, Seth?”
“Who’s gonna do the killing?”
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