Part 276: Day 55
Kate slowly opened her eyes under the night sky. High above, true the small cracks in the jungle canopy, the stars looked down on her. She was reminded of her home, when she was young and the smog hadn’t completely covered the sky in order for her to see the stars. The brunette looked over to her comrades. All of them were sleeping. Marita was making a slight wheezing sound but it was probably do to the position she was sleeping in; using Tony’s chest for a pillow. The others were laying in their own positions. Sawyer was near Kate’s feet, past out and using his back pack as a pillow. Shanna was asleep near her, using her own arm as a pillow. Kate smiled, and reached over, tucking a strand of red hair out of her face. The girl was young and slight bit naïve but Kate liked that about it.
It’s how she wished she was.
Kate had never got the chance to talk to Shanna; really talk with her. She seemed like a great girl, only a few years younger than she was. Maybe that’s why she found it so easy to bond with Seth; he was around her age too. The brunette hoped she would be able to tell them what she had done, whenever she felt it was time. But will it ever be time? She didn’t know. The more she thought about it the more she wondered if it would be a good idea to tell them at all. Kate leaned back and tried to go to sleep.
Until she saw the siloette of a man standing beyond the campfire.
She leaned up abruptly and looked at the man, immediately recognizing him. She had seen him so long ago. “Wayne?” she coughed.
“Nice night, eh, beautiful?” he asked.
“You . . .you can’t be here.” Kate started to backup, sliding on the ground.
“Anymore than I can . . . Maggie?” another voice echoes in the darkness.
Kate turned abruptly and saw another man from her past life. He slowly walked up into the light, bleeding from a wound in his leg. A wound she gave him. “Oh, God,” the brunette stuttered, “Jason?”
“I can’t believe you set me up over a damn toy plane!” he grunted, etching closer to.
Kate was in a state of shock; wondering why not a single one of her friends was awaken by the dialogue she was having with two men from her past. Sawyer just snored away as Jason walked right past him. The brunette then got and lurched to run. She immediately ran into another unexpected visitor. Marshall Mars lunged at Kate, grabbing her by the throat. She began to squeak, finding it difficult to breathe. “Where you going, Katie?” he grunted, slowly pushing her down.
Kate gagged as he felt on the ground and Mars fell on top of her. The brunette struggled but his grip was overwhelming. “Jack,” she grunted, “Sawyer . . .Sayid . . Shanna . .”
“They can’t help you,” Mars hissed, kissing her on the forehead, “ You can’t escape, Katie.”
“No,” she fought, as her lungs began to burn.
“You . . will never . . .be free.” He stared into her eyes.
Then the Marshall yelped as something struck his back. He rolled over and collided with Sawyer, who still continued to sleep. Kate coughed, regaining the air in her lungs. The person who saved her from Mars held out his hand and she immediately took it. With one pulled he pulled her toward him and then behind him; standing between her and the Marshall. The man slowly moved toward the Marshall. Kate coughed and coughed, finally her vision began to clear. The first she noticed was the weapon her savior struck the Marshall with; a samurai sword. “Seth?” she whispered.
She looked up and all she could see was the man’s back. Seth’s hair was a brown color; this man’s hair was jet black and slightly long. The Marshall stared at him with an intense hate. “You don’t belong here.” He hissed.
“Neither do you, devil,” the man replied. Kate was becoming royally confused; she did not recognize the man’s voice.
The Marshall then pulled out his sidearm from his back and within two seconds and one fluid motion, the unknown man sliced the arm completely off. Mars screamed in a momentarily glimpse of pain. Kate squeaked, covering her eyes. The Marshall slowly collapsed on his knees. He then leisurely reached over to his arm, trying to retrieve his gun. The Swordsman then sliced of his other arm, making it drop to the ground like a dead limb from a tree. Kate slowly opened her eyes; not understanding what she was seeing. She expected buckets of blood to be gushing from Mars’s arms.
But what slowly poured out was kitty litter, broken egg shells, coffee grinds, wet newspaper and empty beer cans. “That doesn’t surprise me,” the Swordsman whispered, “I knew you were garbage the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“How . . .how are you here?” the wounded Mars asked.
“The gift of Friendship,” the unknown man kneeled to face the Marshall eye to eye, “I protect my friends . . .and those they care about.”
“You can’t save her. She deserves to be punished.”
“That is where you are wrong, demon. Her guilt is punishment enough. She has suffered ENOUGH! When she lays her past to rest, only then will she be free.”
“She will never be free. I will be waiting for her. She’s in Hell, just like me.”
“You were once a good man. But you obsession blinded you. . . made you do horrible things and now . . .you rest with the very demons you swore to destroy. You are a sad and pathedic little man.”
“You cannot stop me. I will have her. I always get my prisoner.”
“You can no longer get your prisoner. You obsession blinds you…even now. And I will make sure you never come back.”
The Marshall then opened his eyes as the Swordsman swung up his blade. With one fluid motion, he swung the sword down, severely Mars’s head. His body then collapsed onto the pile of trash all around. Kate stared in horror of what she had just witnessed. Within seconds, the Marshall’s body transformed into even more garbage, merging with what had already fallen. The Swordsman flung the trash debris off of his sword, and placed it back into it’s scabbard. Kate was trembling. “Who are you?” she whispered.
The man turned to face her. The brunette felt like she was going into shock; the man was not anybody she recognized. He was well built; slightly tall and had handsome Asian features. He slowly strode over to her, kneeling down. She stared at his warm eyes, feeling completely safe, yet confused as well. “I . . I . . .I don’t know you.” She trembled.
“Who I am is not important right now, Kate,” he smiled, “What is important is that you need to realize you are surrounded by people who care about you.”
“I can’t . . .I can’t tell them . .” she said, holding her arms.
“You can’t right now but that’s what is beautiful. They will wait. They care about you that much. Don’t turn away from their love, Kate.”
“How can I be with them . . .when I am a horrible person?”
The Asian man then leaned forward and embraced the brunette. Kate wept into his arms. He gently stroked her hair and patted her on the back. “You are not a horrible person, Kate,” the Asian man whispered, “You are simply lost, like so many others on this Island. But you can’t for forward, till you stop going back. Let go of your past and embrace your freedom.”
“Who are you?” she repeated.
“A friend,” he smiled, “Nothing more.”
The Swordsman then stood up and got prepared to walk away. Kate then started to crawl toward him. “WAIT, PLEASE!!” she said, “I can’t do this . . .I can’t . .”
“Yes, you can.” He turned again, “Find the strength within you.”
“I can’t . . .help . . .me . .” she cried.
“I can’t help you, Kate,” he said, kneeling down and offering his hand, “But I know exactly the path you should take.”
Kate then slowly took his hand, grasping it. The moment she did, her vision went completely black, filled with fuzzy blurs. When he vision began to clear, Kate strained her eyes to see. It was no long the Asian man’s hand she was holding but Shanna’s. The redhead looked deeper into her face and snapped her fingers. “Kate, are you awake?” she asked.
“Shanna?” she coughed.
“I think she is awake now,” her friend replied with relief.
“Kate, are you all right?” Jack said.
Kate then collected her thought and realized Jack was embracing her from the back. She tilted up her face to look at the doctor. “What happened?” she asked.
“You were sleep walking,” Jack said, slowly letting his arms go, “I had to grab you before you stepping into the fire.”
Kate slowly looked back and Shanna was still standing there, holding her hand. Then the brunette embraced her. The redhead was thrown back by the show of affection but as her friend started to weep, she understood that Kate needed somebody to hold onto. “Shhhh, Kate, it’s okay, “ Shanna whispered, “It’s just a nightmare.”
“It was so real,” she cried.
“It’s over, Kate. You’re safe.” Jack said, rubbing her back.
“Freckles has a nightmare and Cream Pie and the Doc get to comfort her, “ Sawyer said, turning over to resume his sleep, “How the hell is that fair?”
“Go back to sleep, Sawyer,” Sayid ordered.
Sawyer had no retort; he was already snoring. Kate slowly parted from Shanna, smiling from her quick comfort. Jack made sure she was okay and then walked back to the area where he slept. Locke mentioned that the sun would be up in three hours, so they would sleep another two. Kate slowly sat down, crosslegged. She was grasping onto her hands, to force them to stop trembling. Shanna then sat down in front of her, taking her hands into hers. “It’s just a nightmare, Kate,” the redhead smiled, “That fear you are experiencing will pass.”
“I don’t know, Shanna,” Kate smiled, “It was pretty . . .vivid.”
“Nightmares can seem like that. But it’s not the first one you had and I am sure it won’t be the last.”
“That guy in my dream said it would be.”
Shanna blinked, “What guy?”
“I don’t know. I’ve probably seen him before but I can’t for the life of me remember where. I mean . . .why would someone be in my dreams that I’d never seen before? Dreams pull images from your brain, right?”
“Sure they do,” the redhead agreed.
Kate smiled; starting to feel a little bit more comforted. It felt a little strange, holding hands with the young girl by her side as the fire from the campfire flickered into the night. Then the hands gave her a strange feeling. She remembered reaching for the hand of the Asian man and then when she woke up, she was holding Shanna’s hand. The Swordsman said he couldn’t help her, he said that he would show her the path and it was Shanna that appeared when she opened her eyes.
Somehow Kate didn’t believe that was coincidence.
It’s how she wished she was.
Kate had never got the chance to talk to Shanna; really talk with her. She seemed like a great girl, only a few years younger than she was. Maybe that’s why she found it so easy to bond with Seth; he was around her age too. The brunette hoped she would be able to tell them what she had done, whenever she felt it was time. But will it ever be time? She didn’t know. The more she thought about it the more she wondered if it would be a good idea to tell them at all. Kate leaned back and tried to go to sleep.
Until she saw the siloette of a man standing beyond the campfire.
She leaned up abruptly and looked at the man, immediately recognizing him. She had seen him so long ago. “Wayne?” she coughed.
“Nice night, eh, beautiful?” he asked.
“You . . .you can’t be here.” Kate started to backup, sliding on the ground.
“Anymore than I can . . . Maggie?” another voice echoes in the darkness.
Kate turned abruptly and saw another man from her past life. He slowly walked up into the light, bleeding from a wound in his leg. A wound she gave him. “Oh, God,” the brunette stuttered, “Jason?”
“I can’t believe you set me up over a damn toy plane!” he grunted, etching closer to.
Kate was in a state of shock; wondering why not a single one of her friends was awaken by the dialogue she was having with two men from her past. Sawyer just snored away as Jason walked right past him. The brunette then got and lurched to run. She immediately ran into another unexpected visitor. Marshall Mars lunged at Kate, grabbing her by the throat. She began to squeak, finding it difficult to breathe. “Where you going, Katie?” he grunted, slowly pushing her down.
Kate gagged as he felt on the ground and Mars fell on top of her. The brunette struggled but his grip was overwhelming. “Jack,” she grunted, “Sawyer . . .Sayid . . Shanna . .”
“They can’t help you,” Mars hissed, kissing her on the forehead, “ You can’t escape, Katie.”
“No,” she fought, as her lungs began to burn.
“You . . will never . . .be free.” He stared into her eyes.
Then the Marshall yelped as something struck his back. He rolled over and collided with Sawyer, who still continued to sleep. Kate coughed, regaining the air in her lungs. The person who saved her from Mars held out his hand and she immediately took it. With one pulled he pulled her toward him and then behind him; standing between her and the Marshall. The man slowly moved toward the Marshall. Kate coughed and coughed, finally her vision began to clear. The first she noticed was the weapon her savior struck the Marshall with; a samurai sword. “Seth?” she whispered.
She looked up and all she could see was the man’s back. Seth’s hair was a brown color; this man’s hair was jet black and slightly long. The Marshall stared at him with an intense hate. “You don’t belong here.” He hissed.
“Neither do you, devil,” the man replied. Kate was becoming royally confused; she did not recognize the man’s voice.
The Marshall then pulled out his sidearm from his back and within two seconds and one fluid motion, the unknown man sliced the arm completely off. Mars screamed in a momentarily glimpse of pain. Kate squeaked, covering her eyes. The Marshall slowly collapsed on his knees. He then leisurely reached over to his arm, trying to retrieve his gun. The Swordsman then sliced of his other arm, making it drop to the ground like a dead limb from a tree. Kate slowly opened her eyes; not understanding what she was seeing. She expected buckets of blood to be gushing from Mars’s arms.
But what slowly poured out was kitty litter, broken egg shells, coffee grinds, wet newspaper and empty beer cans. “That doesn’t surprise me,” the Swordsman whispered, “I knew you were garbage the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“How . . .how are you here?” the wounded Mars asked.
“The gift of Friendship,” the unknown man kneeled to face the Marshall eye to eye, “I protect my friends . . .and those they care about.”
“You can’t save her. She deserves to be punished.”
“That is where you are wrong, demon. Her guilt is punishment enough. She has suffered ENOUGH! When she lays her past to rest, only then will she be free.”
“She will never be free. I will be waiting for her. She’s in Hell, just like me.”
“You were once a good man. But you obsession blinded you. . . made you do horrible things and now . . .you rest with the very demons you swore to destroy. You are a sad and pathedic little man.”
“You cannot stop me. I will have her. I always get my prisoner.”
“You can no longer get your prisoner. You obsession blinds you…even now. And I will make sure you never come back.”
The Marshall then opened his eyes as the Swordsman swung up his blade. With one fluid motion, he swung the sword down, severely Mars’s head. His body then collapsed onto the pile of trash all around. Kate stared in horror of what she had just witnessed. Within seconds, the Marshall’s body transformed into even more garbage, merging with what had already fallen. The Swordsman flung the trash debris off of his sword, and placed it back into it’s scabbard. Kate was trembling. “Who are you?” she whispered.
The man turned to face her. The brunette felt like she was going into shock; the man was not anybody she recognized. He was well built; slightly tall and had handsome Asian features. He slowly strode over to her, kneeling down. She stared at his warm eyes, feeling completely safe, yet confused as well. “I . . I . . .I don’t know you.” She trembled.
“Who I am is not important right now, Kate,” he smiled, “What is important is that you need to realize you are surrounded by people who care about you.”
“I can’t . . .I can’t tell them . .” she said, holding her arms.
“You can’t right now but that’s what is beautiful. They will wait. They care about you that much. Don’t turn away from their love, Kate.”
“How can I be with them . . .when I am a horrible person?”
The Asian man then leaned forward and embraced the brunette. Kate wept into his arms. He gently stroked her hair and patted her on the back. “You are not a horrible person, Kate,” the Asian man whispered, “You are simply lost, like so many others on this Island. But you can’t for forward, till you stop going back. Let go of your past and embrace your freedom.”
“Who are you?” she repeated.
“A friend,” he smiled, “Nothing more.”
The Swordsman then stood up and got prepared to walk away. Kate then started to crawl toward him. “WAIT, PLEASE!!” she said, “I can’t do this . . .I can’t . .”
“Yes, you can.” He turned again, “Find the strength within you.”
“I can’t . . .help . . .me . .” she cried.
“I can’t help you, Kate,” he said, kneeling down and offering his hand, “But I know exactly the path you should take.”
Kate then slowly took his hand, grasping it. The moment she did, her vision went completely black, filled with fuzzy blurs. When he vision began to clear, Kate strained her eyes to see. It was no long the Asian man’s hand she was holding but Shanna’s. The redhead looked deeper into her face and snapped her fingers. “Kate, are you awake?” she asked.
“Shanna?” she coughed.
“I think she is awake now,” her friend replied with relief.
“Kate, are you all right?” Jack said.
Kate then collected her thought and realized Jack was embracing her from the back. She tilted up her face to look at the doctor. “What happened?” she asked.
“You were sleep walking,” Jack said, slowly letting his arms go, “I had to grab you before you stepping into the fire.”
Kate slowly looked back and Shanna was still standing there, holding her hand. Then the brunette embraced her. The redhead was thrown back by the show of affection but as her friend started to weep, she understood that Kate needed somebody to hold onto. “Shhhh, Kate, it’s okay, “ Shanna whispered, “It’s just a nightmare.”
“It was so real,” she cried.
“It’s over, Kate. You’re safe.” Jack said, rubbing her back.
“Freckles has a nightmare and Cream Pie and the Doc get to comfort her, “ Sawyer said, turning over to resume his sleep, “How the hell is that fair?”
“Go back to sleep, Sawyer,” Sayid ordered.
Sawyer had no retort; he was already snoring. Kate slowly parted from Shanna, smiling from her quick comfort. Jack made sure she was okay and then walked back to the area where he slept. Locke mentioned that the sun would be up in three hours, so they would sleep another two. Kate slowly sat down, crosslegged. She was grasping onto her hands, to force them to stop trembling. Shanna then sat down in front of her, taking her hands into hers. “It’s just a nightmare, Kate,” the redhead smiled, “That fear you are experiencing will pass.”
“I don’t know, Shanna,” Kate smiled, “It was pretty . . .vivid.”
“Nightmares can seem like that. But it’s not the first one you had and I am sure it won’t be the last.”
“That guy in my dream said it would be.”
Shanna blinked, “What guy?”
“I don’t know. I’ve probably seen him before but I can’t for the life of me remember where. I mean . . .why would someone be in my dreams that I’d never seen before? Dreams pull images from your brain, right?”
“Sure they do,” the redhead agreed.
Kate smiled; starting to feel a little bit more comforted. It felt a little strange, holding hands with the young girl by her side as the fire from the campfire flickered into the night. Then the hands gave her a strange feeling. She remembered reaching for the hand of the Asian man and then when she woke up, she was holding Shanna’s hand. The Swordsman said he couldn’t help her, he said that he would show her the path and it was Shanna that appeared when she opened her eyes.
Somehow Kate didn’t believe that was coincidence.
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