Part 238: Stay of Execution?

Locke huffed as he placed the last rock on the grave of Raven. Mia wiped her sweat, as got finished with her side of the rocks. Jenny then took a smaller rock and began to carve onto the rock that represented the tombstone. Within a few minutes it read, Raven, the Last Warrior. Jenny sniffed, wiped her tears and stood up. She gently held the nunchuks in her hand, noticing the fiery dragon symbol on them. “Thanks for being there for me.” She whispered.

Locke and Mia said nothing. The older man worried for Jenny; seeing how attached she had grown to the Jaeger. They had experienced so much death in the course of their stay on the island. What effect would it have on them? What had they become? Then more screaming started to occur behind them. Jenny even took notice of it. “What’s going on?” she asked, wiping her last tear.

“I don’t know,” Locke looked into the distance, “But something tells me we better check it out.”



Joscelyn slowly opened the door to the cabin area. Hurley walked in with her; eager to do some exploring. The curly brunette looked into the distance of the room, noticing that bulk of what encompassed the room was picnic tables. An overloaded trash can was resting in the right hand corner. Hurley looked around and then finally whispered, “Is this their, like, mess hall?”

Joscelyn didn’t answer him. She turned to her right and looked at what appeared to be a kitchen. She quickly pushed through the door and walked past the grill into the main storage area. Hurley followed her, taking time to lean down toward the grill and take a massive whiff of the lingering grease smell. Joscelyn opened up the door and clicked on the light switch. She looked at all the boxes, noticing the food labels. Hurley looked at one, then took the left side of the storage room, while she took the right. The large man then stopped at a row of canisters, all containing Cheetos. “Oh MY GOD,” he grunted.

Joscelyn giggled at his reaction. Then she gasped when she saw a box of Hershey bars. She quickly grabbed one and unwrapped it and began to consume it, moaning from delight. “Hell, yeah, that is what I am talking about,” Hurley grabbed the canister, ribbing it open and stuffing the cheesy snack into his mouth.

Joscelyn then grabbed another three bars, putting them into her pocket. Hurley pulled down a large box, marked dry goods. He checked it out, seeing it was cookies. The brunette by his side nearly screamed at the sight of them. The large man handed the girl a bag of cookies and they both started to consume them. “Oh, my god, “ she laughed, “I am gonna make myself sick.”

“Sweetie, MAKE yourself sick!” Hurley said with a mouth full of cookies, “I’ve been shot at, kidnapped, tied up and scared out of my wits. I deserve some comfort food!”

Joscelyn laughed as she ran out of the storage room. Hurley brought a canister of Cheetos with him as he followed her. The brunette then saw a refrigerator. She quickly walked over and opened it up. Hurley almost gasped himself when he saw the various cans of soda, bottled water, beer and food that needed to stay cold. Joscelyn took two cans of Coke and pulled them out, giving one to Hurley. They pops the caps at the same time. “Here’s to survival,” Hurley toasted her.

“Of the fittest,” she smiled, toasting him back.

“You’re all right, Joe,” the large man slurped his soda, “I like you.”

“I like you too, Hurley,” she giggled, sipping her drink.

Before Hurley could continue to flirt with the young brunette, he heard screaming outside. He was curious what they would be screaming about, considering they had won the day. Joscelyn looked at her large friend with concern; wondering what was going on. Hurley put down his food and proceed to walk back out of the kitchen area. Joscelyn didn’t want to leave the kitchen but she didn’t want to be alone either. She quickly trotted after Hurley to find out what the commotion is outside.


“This is not right, and you know it!” Libby screamed.

“Sister, you better get the hell outta my way, “ Sawyer warned.

As Hurley came out of the mess hall, he saw the rest of the survivors running toward the ruckus by the big tree next to the bunker. Jack quickly jogged over toward the group gathered around the five prisoners. Sawyer had taken it upon himself to execute the soldiers but he was coming against an obstacle named Libby. “What’s going on?” Jack asked.

“This here broad don’t want us killing these monsters,” the redneck pointed.

“And if you kill them, you become monsters,” The therapist warned.

“Girl, you need to wake your ass up,” the southern man grunted, “If we don’t kill these guys, there is no telling what they will do if we let them live.”

“She’s right, “ Hal said, “If we kill them, we are no better than they are,”

“Who are you, flat-top?” Sawyer asked.

“Hal Mancuso. San Francisco Police,” he told him.

“A cop?” the redneck laughed, “Ain’t that a load of bull-pucky! You’re out of your jurisidiction, Friday,”

“These men, despite what they have done, have rights. We should honor that, or like she said, we become monsters ourselves.”

“I am a monster already, “ Sawyer said, cocking his shotgun, “Might as well do the killing too.”

Hal the un-holstered his gun and stared intently at the southern man. Sawyer smirked for a second and then got completely serious. “Man don’t plan on pulling out a gun unless he means to use it.” He stared him down.

“Point that gun at these prisoners and test my resolve, slim,” Hal retorted right back.

“Guys, don’t do this,” Jack said, “Nobody wants this to happen but it has to! We can’t take the chance of leaving these men alive, because of the threat they pose. If we leave them alive, they could escape and hurt somebody. Or worse, kill them.”

“I’m for that,” Micheal stepped up, “Let’s put an end to these bastards.”

“Micheal!” Sun grasped.

Jin then pointed toward one of the prisoners, and said something in Korean. Micheal stared at the old man resting on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. Sawyer blinked; he was too busy ready to kill the prisoners, he never noticed that one of them was the very man who took Walt and left them for dead. “Well, well, well,” Sawyer edged closer, “Look who it is. Remember us, old man?”

Kreegan slowly looked at them. He calmly hocked into the back of this throat and spit on Michael’s shoe. The black man then abruptly slammed his gun into the forehead of the old man, spraying blood into the air. Sawyer then joined him and they proceeded to kick the man while he was down. Hal then pointed his gun at both of them. “FREEZE!” he ordered.

Kate then pulled out her gun and put it to the back of Hal’s head. Dutch then pulled out his gun and put it to her direction. “WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!” Jack screamed.

Every body froze from what they were doing. Locke quickly walked up and grabbed Micheal by the shoulder. “Stop it, Micheal, you can’t do this.” He hissed.

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do,” he barked back, “That man is a psychopath and he took my boy from me. I ain’t gonna let that slide, man!”

“I am not saying you should,” Locke replied, “But do you honestly want your son to witness you beat a tied up old man to death?”

Micheal stopped when he heard what his friend said. He slowly turned to see Walt standing in front of Yolanda with her hands on his shoulders. The young boy was looking scared. Micheal then walked out of the crowd and over to him. Walt immediately embraced his father. The architect wanted to kill the old man but he knew what it would do to his son if he witnessed such an act. Jack grunted, seeing as this was going to go nowhere. “All right, “ he hissed, “Put them in the bunker.”

“WHAT?” exclaimed Sawyer, “Doc, you just agreed when should kill these scumbags!”

“I did, Sawyer and look where that decision is getting us,” the doctor held his arms out, “We’re fighting among ourselves and I vowed that would never happen. Therefore these men get a stay of execution.”

“We should kill them now and be done with it!” The redneck grunted.

“You kill those men and I will see you tried and convicted in the full accordance to the law, “Hal barked in his face.

“You best get out of my face, LawDog!”

“We can’t keep acting like this!” McKay said back, “If we don’t calm down, somebody will get-“

The group was then interrupted by a yelp and a gargling sound. They all turned toward the noise and saw once of the prisoners coughing up blood. Massive amounts of red liquid began to ooze onto his shirt, signaling his throat had been cut. Jack gasped when he saw that it was Jenny who was standing behind the soldier. The man then slumped down to the ground; convulsing as the blood began to flood the dirt. Hal sighed when he saw that the man’s jacket read Aaron on the back.

Jenny had just avenged her friend. The young blonde stared at the dying soldier, completely devoid of emotion in her face. Sawyer was shocked she did the act. McKay sighed, closing his eyes; he knew exactly why she did it. Kreegan saw what she had done and freaked. “YOU CRAZY LITTLE WITCH!” he screamed, “What gives you the right to-“

Jenny silenced him by cutting his cheek. The old man grunted from the quick pain. “Shut up, “ she hissed, “Or I will kill you too.”

Kreegan stared at her in fear; taking her very seriously. Jenny wiped the blood off her knife as she stepped over Aaron’s body and walked past the group. “I don’t care if you kill the other four or not,” she replied, “I’m done.”

“Jenny.” Kate whispered.

“Let her go,” Jack stopped her, “She needs to be alone.”

Watching the young girl kill the soldier named Aaron brought them back from their argument. Jack took advantage of what was happening. “Get them in the Bunker, “he ordered, looking at Hal, “You want to protect them, then you watch them.”

“Fine,” Hal hissed.

“Get up!” Sawyer said, grabbing the old man and escorting him into the bunker. Hall grabbed the other three and shoved them forward.

“All right, “ Jack said, getting everybody’s attention, “The soldiers don’t get killed for now. What happens to them, I ain’t sure at that moment. But we got bigger things to worry about. Seth, are you able to walk?”

“Yeah, thanks to the meds you gave me.” The singer grunted.

“Then head back to the caves and let the others know we are fine. Inform them of the ones . . .who didn’t make it.” Jack paused, “Anybody who wants to can go with him.”

“I’ll second that,” Mandy grunted.

“Is it okay if I go back?” Taylor asked McKay, who smiled agreeing.

“Is that where Barbara and Jilly are?” Joscelyn asked Kellye.

“Yeah, they are there and probably worried sick about us.”

The scarred brunette then turned to her large friend, “Hurley, come with me and we’ll bring some food to our friends.”

“Food?” asked Kate.

“Yeah, dudes, we found a mess hall over there,” He pointed behind him, “There is tons of food and I am not ashamed to say I helped myself.”

“Okay, whoever is going back to the caves, go and grab some food,” Jack ordered, “The rest of us will stay here and salvage what we can of this place.”

“The bodies, Jack,” Tony whispered.

“Yeah, “ the doctor tapped the shoulder of his Iraqi friend, “You want to help me police these bodies?”

“Of course,” Sayid replied, walking over to the remains of Aaron.

Jack and Sayid began to drag what was left of the soldier into the massive silo opening around them. Shannon, Taylor and Dutch quickly followed Kate and Seth toward the mess hall to get some food. Marita guided Tony back toward the section where John was. They mentioned getting Mia to show them the super computer they were hearing about. After Sawyer got the last soldier into the bunker, he gave Hal a bad look and then walked away. Libby slowly walked up to the cop as he sat down on a tree stump. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“They are all on an emotional high right now, “ he sighed, “They ain’t thinking.”

“I was so worried . .about them becoming savages. I want these men to suffer for what they done but murder . . .”

“Don’t think about it, ma’am,” Hal smiled, “ We haven’t gone past the brink yet.”

“Except that poor girl,” Libby looked in the distance to see Jenny sitting by herself near a cabin.

“She’s got her reasons. I should have stopped her but . . .I felt she needed closure. It’s something I will have to live with.”

“Thank you for stepping.” The therapist smiled.

“Just doing my job, ma’am.”

“You can call me Libby.” She smiled at him.

Hal raised his head and extended his hand. “Hal Mancuso,” he said, shaking her hand.

“Would you like me to get you some food, Hal?”

“That would be nice,” he smiled.

Libby gathered up her dress and proceeded to walk toward the mess hall with the others. Hal smiled at her, glad at least one person was keeping their wits about them. He only nothing else would happen, seeing how the threat was neutralized.

But he’s been wrong before.