Part 241: The Attack From NoWhere

Jack wiped his sweat as he entered the mess hall. He smirked as he saw that two of his friends were already there. John had gotten out all the makings of a sandwich and created one for himself and Tony. “Hey, Jack,” he laughed, “Do you want a turkey or ham sandwich?”

Jack chuckled under his breath. “Turkey, please,” he said, sitting down.

“How you doing, Jack?” Tony asked, munching on his food.

“All things considered not bad,” the doctor replied, helping himself to a soda, “The place is secure, near as I can tell. Hauling those bodies around takes a lot out of you.”

“I would have figured you were use to bodies by now,” John handed him the sandwich.

“Oh, I am but not dumping them into a massive silo in the Island of Mystery, “ Jack took a bite of his sandwich, “Mmm. Not bad, John.”

“I may not be a Four Seasons cook but I can make a mean sandwich.” The archer laughed, eating his own.

“Well, I hope I didn’t disgust you and Sayid with my work, Jack, “Tony said, drinking some soda.

“What do you mean?”

“That body with the bloody face . . .that’s my work. But what can I say, the bastard was trying to hurt Marita.”

Jack paused in his eating. “I don’t recall a body with a bloody face.” He confessed.

“It was in the Eastern corner, next to the trail of storage sheds leading to the garage.” Tony said with food in his mouth, “It’s Cedric.”

“Tony . . .I didn’t find a body over there.” Jack said blankly.

John stopped eating. “Are you serious?” he asked.

“No way, “ Tony wiped his face, “There is no way he survived having all that glass shoved into his face. He would have bled out.”

“Let’s go be sure, he didn’t crawl into the bushes or something,” Jack said getting up.



Sawyer jolted a little, getting the rest of the urine out of his system. He zipped up his pants and proceeded to walk away from the back of the cabin. The redneck assumed the Liberation had actual toilets here but he wasn’t in the mood to find them. He had been accustomed to using the bathroom in the woods before anyhow. He walked over to the military duffle bag he found as he continued to collect his goods for trade back on the beach. He turned as he saw someone exiting the infirmary. Sawyer did a double take when he saw that the person had their face covered in bandages. The southern man immediately knew it wasn’t one of his comrades.

Cedric saw Sawyer and then immediately took off running. Sawyer quickly flung the shotgun from behind his back, slapped it in his palm and pulled the trigger.

CLICK!

“DAMN IT!” he screamed, as he realized in all the arguments over the fate of the prisoners, he had forgotten to reload his shotgun.

Cedric continued to run. He knew he had to get as far away as possible in the shortest amount of him. He was then surprised by Locke stepping out of a cabin. The young wild boy sliced at the old man, cutting him on the arm. The bald man grunted as he held the blood into his arm. Jack and John immediately saw the boy running into the distance. “HOLY CRAP, HE IS ALIVE, TONY!” John screamed.

“Let’s get him!” Jack said, running after him.

Sawyer quickly caught up, slamming shotgun shells into his weapon on the run. The four friends were running after the wounded boy, who was easily outdistancing them. Cedric looked back and then saw Clay exiting a building, holding a shirt. He saw the crazed kid and then immediately stepped out of his way, letting him run past. “HEY!” Jack screamed.

“I think he had a knife,” Clay pointed.

“Why the hell didn’t you stop him?” the doctor demanded as they caught up with him.

“Hello, psycho with a knife,” the billionaire pointed out.

“I’ll deal with your chicken ass later but right now we got to make sure-“ Sawyer’s thoughts were interrupted by a scream from a woman.

Then a loud thud like somebody just fell. The group ran past Clay and toward the sound in the distance. They all stopped abruptly. Jack gasped at the sight of the body before him. Tony bumped into John’s back, at the abrupt stop. “John, who is it? Who got hurt?” he asked.

John didn’t answer. Tony then heard a grunt from Sawyer as he ran off into the distance. The blind man then realized that John not saying anything could only have meant one thing. Tony quickly took off his sunglasses and stumbled toward the body. “Marita?” he whimpered.

Tony heard the shotgun firing in the distance. He heard another body hit the ground. Then he heard footsteps running back toward them. The blind man felt of the body of his love, feeling of her warm skin caress his palms. He gently felt of her chest, feeling the daps of blood touch his hand, gently touching the knife. “No,” he whimpered.

“Aw, man,” Sawyer sighed, looking away.

Tony then picked up Marita in his arms. He held her close to his chest, kissing her forehead. “No, Marita, “ he cried, “Please, don’t leave me. Please, . . .please . . .please . . .please come back, please come back. . . “

John covered his eyes with his hand. He couldn’t stand to see Tony holding the love of his life with a knife in her chest. Jack could barely stand it either. The rest of the group finally arrived at the sounds they heard. Kate had her mouth gaping open. Libby was shocked and Hal was mortified.

They all thought the danger was over.