Part 181: Day 56
Seth gasped for what little air he could think of. He was standing in a foreign wooded area, not a single bit of it looked familiar. His hands were cold; colder than normal. Not to mention sticky. The singer slowly looked at them.
They were covered in blood.
Seth tried to scream but not sound came out. He looked at the bodies before him. These men he had recognized; he had killed them. They laid calmly on the ground, their heads separated from theirs. Seth felt his soul grow guilty with their eyes fixated on him. Then a massive scream erupted behind him. He turned to see the love of his life, looking at him in horror. She looked into face and clearly by her look, she didn’t see Seth; she saw a monster. “Tanya,” he whispered.
The blonde turned and ran away from him. “Tanya, no!” he said, running after her, and screaming, “You don’t understand! I had too!”
Tanya cut through a corner of trees and ran into a nearby cave. Seth ducked in after her and then immediately lost her.
He slowly walked through the caves, feeling at the cold stone walls surrounding him. He turned one corner and continued on, A cold wind blew up from the draft at the bottleneck tunnel before him. He kept going; trying to find her. He wanted to Tanya that he had no choice; he had to kill those men. It was kill or be killed. Seth’s heart started to sink. Would that excuse even matter?
Then a soft light shinned up head. He stared at it for a few seconds and then started to walk toward it. He used the walls for bracing himself and then he arrived at the source of the light, he was amazed by what his eyes could witness.
It was a massive cavern. There were torches surrounding the walls and lit in abundance. Down in the cavern was a audience hall. There was a throne where a samurai rested in his armor. Surrounding him was eight more armored warriors. The King Samurai looked up Seth and then beckoned him to come down. The singer paused for a second and walked to the right, finding the stair way leading down.
Seth reached the end of the stairs and then slowly walked toward him. The armored samurai to his right and left didn’t move; leaving him feeling a little nervous. He stopped when he reached the leader. The green and red samurai slowly motioned with his right hand in a downward motion. “Kneel.” He whispered.
Seth then slowly got down on his knees in front of him. The samurai then stood up and stepped down off his throne toward him. When he reached the musician, he slowly unhook his Tengu mask. He then removed his helmet, revealing the face of a friend that Seth had lost. “Brendon?” he whispered.
Brendon handed his mask to another warrior who was standing by. The Asian man then walked up to Seth, placing his gloved hand on top of his head. “Show no fear in the face of your enemies.” He whispered, “Stand up for what you believe in, and Buddha will love you. Always live by your word, even if it means your ruin. Protect the helpless and defend those who can not defend themselves. This is the oath of Bushido. Will you uphold it?”
Seth blinked; he didn’t know what was happening. But if their was one thing he did believe it, it was his trust with Brendon. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Then take my hand and rise up . . . samurai.”
Seth took his hand and let his good friend help him up to his feet. He then felt Brendon placed the sword in his hand. “I gave you that weapon for a reason,” he whispered, “Only you hade the courage to wield it. Only you were worthy.”
“I don’t feel worthy.” Seth confessed.
“You feel that now but you destiny was set in motion long before you were born,” Brendon placed both his hands on the musician’s shoulders, “Protects the leaders . . .if the leaders are gone, protect the people.”
“I will.” Seth vowed.
Brendon embraced him with a slight bit of force. Seth held onto him, not wanting to let him go. He never realized how lost he felt without the Asian man that became his friend in the span of a few weeks. “I did not die in vain,” Brendon whispered, “Remember that.”
Seth twisted, placing up his hand to block the sun from his eyes. He coughed as he leaned up. He immediately reached into his nearby knapsack and grabbed the Rolaids that Jack gave him. The singer hated the fact that he developed Acid Reflux disease but once he got back to the mainland, he knew that they would have some sort of medicine to help him. He, of course, didn’t want to jeopardize his singing career.
Mia then paused as she was walking past him. “Morning, Seth,” she smiled.
“Morning, sis,” he rubbed his eyes, “Sleep well?”
“As well as can be expected.” She said, sitting next to him, “I wonder . . .when we get home, will I be able to sleep on bed? Will I need to place a sandbox in my room?”
“You’ve been watching too many movies.” He smirked,” Decrease your intake of Spaz Juice for me will you?”
“Spaz Juice?” Mia gasped in delight.
“Oh, something my friend Lizzie says back home. I guess the translation is to chill out.”
“Sounds like a fun bunch.”
“They are.” The singer sighed, rubbing his three day beard.
“Are you sure you are okay?” The Lakota girl inquired.
“I was dreaming,” Seth sighed, “About Brendon.”
“Oh,” she said, with wild eyes.
“After that . . .experience . . .you, me and Shanna shared, I wonder . . If I see Brendon in my dreams, it is REALLY him or just my subconscious mind using him as a symbol in my dreams?”
“One way or another, Brendon will always be with you,” Mia smiled, “So . .does it really matter?”
Seth grinned at his good friend. “With an answer like that, not really,” he laughed.
“Good.” She giggled.
Seth sighed, looking down at the ground. He started to make a circle in the sand with his index finger. Mia could tell something was on his mind besides the dream. The young bookstore worker looked up to the sky and closed his eyes. “I wonder,” he whispered, “What will I be able to tell Tanya when I make it home? How can I look at her, knowing what I have done?”
“Seth, you can’t dwell on that. You and Tony already had that conversation.” Mia pointed out.
“I don’t regret killing those men. I knew it had to be done, but I won’t lie to Tanya either. She deserves to know.”
“You don’t have to tell her, Seth.”
“I won’t lie and say this place was a vacation spot!”
“It’s not lying, “ the Lakota girl retorted, “ Do you really think she wants to know about what you had to do? The only thing she will care about is that you are back home, safe with her.”
Seth looked at Mia, who gave him a sympathetic smile. “You don’t tell her the bad stuff, Seth,” she smiled, “You tell her the good stuff. Tell her . . .about Brendon and how much he touched our lives in that brief time we knew him. Tell her about your friendship and upcoming band called Turboshaft. Tell her . .”
“About you and Shanna?” Seth smiled.
Mia grinned with a slight deviousness. “There are at least two girls I know who would want to be with you, Seth and you had to push them away, “ the Lakota girl giggled, “I look forward to meeting the girl that you saved your heart for.”
“You two will get along. I just know it.” Seth smiled.
Mia leaned forward and embraced the young man. Seth smiled, rubbing her back to their familiar hug. “We’re not bound by blood,” the Lakota girl whispered, “But you are the brother of my heart.”
“I don’t call you sister for nothing.” Seth agreed.
Down on the beach, John had finished helping with the fish. He stood up to see Mia and Seth hugging. He smiled, knowing the bound between them. The archer prayed the when they finally return to the world they knew, they could keep all of these friendships. Dutch placed the fish down into the pile as Hurley was placing them in the containers for distributions. The surfer noticed the two friends hugging up on the beach. “What is with you people and hugs, man?” Dutch asked.
John just shrugged his shoulders. Hurley stood up. “Awww,” he laughed, “Dutch is feeling left out.”
Hurley made a maneuver to embrace the surfer but he laughed, running away from him. John cracked up laughing at the joke. He was able to laugh at the bonds he had formed in humorous ways but the truth was, he cherished them. He cherished them deeply.
They were covered in blood.
Seth tried to scream but not sound came out. He looked at the bodies before him. These men he had recognized; he had killed them. They laid calmly on the ground, their heads separated from theirs. Seth felt his soul grow guilty with their eyes fixated on him. Then a massive scream erupted behind him. He turned to see the love of his life, looking at him in horror. She looked into face and clearly by her look, she didn’t see Seth; she saw a monster. “Tanya,” he whispered.
The blonde turned and ran away from him. “Tanya, no!” he said, running after her, and screaming, “You don’t understand! I had too!”
Tanya cut through a corner of trees and ran into a nearby cave. Seth ducked in after her and then immediately lost her.
He slowly walked through the caves, feeling at the cold stone walls surrounding him. He turned one corner and continued on, A cold wind blew up from the draft at the bottleneck tunnel before him. He kept going; trying to find her. He wanted to Tanya that he had no choice; he had to kill those men. It was kill or be killed. Seth’s heart started to sink. Would that excuse even matter?
Then a soft light shinned up head. He stared at it for a few seconds and then started to walk toward it. He used the walls for bracing himself and then he arrived at the source of the light, he was amazed by what his eyes could witness.
It was a massive cavern. There were torches surrounding the walls and lit in abundance. Down in the cavern was a audience hall. There was a throne where a samurai rested in his armor. Surrounding him was eight more armored warriors. The King Samurai looked up Seth and then beckoned him to come down. The singer paused for a second and walked to the right, finding the stair way leading down.
Seth reached the end of the stairs and then slowly walked toward him. The armored samurai to his right and left didn’t move; leaving him feeling a little nervous. He stopped when he reached the leader. The green and red samurai slowly motioned with his right hand in a downward motion. “Kneel.” He whispered.
Seth then slowly got down on his knees in front of him. The samurai then stood up and stepped down off his throne toward him. When he reached the musician, he slowly unhook his Tengu mask. He then removed his helmet, revealing the face of a friend that Seth had lost. “Brendon?” he whispered.
Brendon handed his mask to another warrior who was standing by. The Asian man then walked up to Seth, placing his gloved hand on top of his head. “Show no fear in the face of your enemies.” He whispered, “Stand up for what you believe in, and Buddha will love you. Always live by your word, even if it means your ruin. Protect the helpless and defend those who can not defend themselves. This is the oath of Bushido. Will you uphold it?”
Seth blinked; he didn’t know what was happening. But if their was one thing he did believe it, it was his trust with Brendon. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Then take my hand and rise up . . . samurai.”
Seth took his hand and let his good friend help him up to his feet. He then felt Brendon placed the sword in his hand. “I gave you that weapon for a reason,” he whispered, “Only you hade the courage to wield it. Only you were worthy.”
“I don’t feel worthy.” Seth confessed.
“You feel that now but you destiny was set in motion long before you were born,” Brendon placed both his hands on the musician’s shoulders, “Protects the leaders . . .if the leaders are gone, protect the people.”
“I will.” Seth vowed.
Brendon embraced him with a slight bit of force. Seth held onto him, not wanting to let him go. He never realized how lost he felt without the Asian man that became his friend in the span of a few weeks. “I did not die in vain,” Brendon whispered, “Remember that.”
Seth twisted, placing up his hand to block the sun from his eyes. He coughed as he leaned up. He immediately reached into his nearby knapsack and grabbed the Rolaids that Jack gave him. The singer hated the fact that he developed Acid Reflux disease but once he got back to the mainland, he knew that they would have some sort of medicine to help him. He, of course, didn’t want to jeopardize his singing career.
Mia then paused as she was walking past him. “Morning, Seth,” she smiled.
“Morning, sis,” he rubbed his eyes, “Sleep well?”
“As well as can be expected.” She said, sitting next to him, “I wonder . . .when we get home, will I be able to sleep on bed? Will I need to place a sandbox in my room?”
“You’ve been watching too many movies.” He smirked,” Decrease your intake of Spaz Juice for me will you?”
“Spaz Juice?” Mia gasped in delight.
“Oh, something my friend Lizzie says back home. I guess the translation is to chill out.”
“Sounds like a fun bunch.”
“They are.” The singer sighed, rubbing his three day beard.
“Are you sure you are okay?” The Lakota girl inquired.
“I was dreaming,” Seth sighed, “About Brendon.”
“Oh,” she said, with wild eyes.
“After that . . .experience . . .you, me and Shanna shared, I wonder . . If I see Brendon in my dreams, it is REALLY him or just my subconscious mind using him as a symbol in my dreams?”
“One way or another, Brendon will always be with you,” Mia smiled, “So . .does it really matter?”
Seth grinned at his good friend. “With an answer like that, not really,” he laughed.
“Good.” She giggled.
Seth sighed, looking down at the ground. He started to make a circle in the sand with his index finger. Mia could tell something was on his mind besides the dream. The young bookstore worker looked up to the sky and closed his eyes. “I wonder,” he whispered, “What will I be able to tell Tanya when I make it home? How can I look at her, knowing what I have done?”
“Seth, you can’t dwell on that. You and Tony already had that conversation.” Mia pointed out.
“I don’t regret killing those men. I knew it had to be done, but I won’t lie to Tanya either. She deserves to know.”
“You don’t have to tell her, Seth.”
“I won’t lie and say this place was a vacation spot!”
“It’s not lying, “ the Lakota girl retorted, “ Do you really think she wants to know about what you had to do? The only thing she will care about is that you are back home, safe with her.”
Seth looked at Mia, who gave him a sympathetic smile. “You don’t tell her the bad stuff, Seth,” she smiled, “You tell her the good stuff. Tell her . . .about Brendon and how much he touched our lives in that brief time we knew him. Tell her about your friendship and upcoming band called Turboshaft. Tell her . .”
“About you and Shanna?” Seth smiled.
Mia grinned with a slight deviousness. “There are at least two girls I know who would want to be with you, Seth and you had to push them away, “ the Lakota girl giggled, “I look forward to meeting the girl that you saved your heart for.”
“You two will get along. I just know it.” Seth smiled.
Mia leaned forward and embraced the young man. Seth smiled, rubbing her back to their familiar hug. “We’re not bound by blood,” the Lakota girl whispered, “But you are the brother of my heart.”
“I don’t call you sister for nothing.” Seth agreed.
Down on the beach, John had finished helping with the fish. He stood up to see Mia and Seth hugging. He smiled, knowing the bound between them. The archer prayed the when they finally return to the world they knew, they could keep all of these friendships. Dutch placed the fish down into the pile as Hurley was placing them in the containers for distributions. The surfer noticed the two friends hugging up on the beach. “What is with you people and hugs, man?” Dutch asked.
John just shrugged his shoulders. Hurley stood up. “Awww,” he laughed, “Dutch is feeling left out.”
Hurley made a maneuver to embrace the surfer but he laughed, running away from him. John cracked up laughing at the joke. He was able to laugh at the bonds he had formed in humorous ways but the truth was, he cherished them. He cherished them deeply.
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