Part 295: Awaken

Mia sat by herself, next to the water. A small tear slowly left her right eye. She felt like she the day Brendon died; she had no tears left cause she had cried them all. Mia barely knew Rose but her one selfless act let her know she was a powerful woman; both in courage and spirit. Her soul was prepared and Mia knew that God would welcome her into his kingdom. Two months ago, Mia lost her faith. Arriving on the Island changed her life around and at the moment, she had to decide whether some else was going to die or THEY ALL would die. Mia then felt a cold rush of wind, almost as if someone was touching her shoulder. “It’s not your fault.” A whisper echoed in her ear.

Mia realized there was nobody around her. Due to the magic of the Island, she could only hope Brendon was appearing before her in her waken state to offer her guidance. She wiped her tears and sniffed. “God forgive me.” She whispered.

“It’s not your fault,” the voice whispered.

“Help me, Brendon,” she replied.

“You are doing the right thing,” the voice echoed, “You must do whatever it takes to survive.”

Then a scream interrupted Mia’s thoughts. She turned to see two men grab Natasha by the arms and proceed to drag her into the woods. The Lakota girl stood up and then ran toward Frakes. “What are you doing?” she demanded.

“What do you mean?” Frakes said, annoyed at her still.

“Those two guys, what are they doing to Natasha?”

“Whatever they want.” He sneered.

Mia was frozen. “Whatever they want” didn’t sound like a good thing. She heard Natasha screaming in the distance as they carried her off. The sight of it made Joscelyn weep even more. Taylor looked in horror but then she turned back to Mia and shook her head against her. Her friend was telling her not to waver even then, cause if she did, they were all dead. Eddie looked over his mother’s shoulder at Natasha leaving. He turned around and saw Jilly crying. The little boy was wondering why the deaf woman would cry for someone she barely knew.

Then Eddie realized. He remembered when Jilly was talking about the bad men and she said, “They hurt me more.” The little boy then understood that those men were about to hurt Natasha in the same manner. The young kid felt nothing but rage at the thought of those men. Eddie then leaped out of his mother’s lap and ran toward the nearest soldier.

It happened to be Embry.

“YOU LET HER GO!!” Eddie screamed, slamming Mr. Kangaroo into Embry’s back. Hal slowly raised up, fearing for Eddie’s life. The soldier killed one child and probably wouldn’t hesitate to kill another.

“Get back with your mother kid,” Embry ordered, grabbing the stuffed animal.

“Eddie, please, get back here!” Barbara begged.

“GIVE HIM BACK!!” the little boy screamed.

Embry then kicked Eddie hard into the chest, sending him back about four feet. Barbara and Jilly rushed up to grab him. The little boy coughed, spending up a small amount of blood. Barbara cried as she held onto her son. “YOU BASTARD!” Jilly screamed, ”He’s just a kid!”

Embry spit, not offering any sympathy. He walked over to the nearest bonfire. He held up Mr. Kangaroo for a few moments and then dumped him into the fire. Eddie slowly opened his eyes to see his companion burst into flames and gray smoke. “No,” he whispered.


The two men held onto Natasha with both arms, as she struggled and screamed. She then reached over and clawed at one of the men. The soldier screamed as she left nail marks across his cheek. The other soldier then slammed his rifle into the back of her head. She yelped and then fell onto the ground, unconscious. “Damn it,” the soldier winced from his wound, “Broad’s got some fight in her.”

“Me first.” The man put down his rifle.

“She scratched me, man. I get first dibs.”

The soldier then ribbed over her shirt, exposing her breasts. He giggled with glee, as he buried his mouth against one. The other soldier then pulled down her shorts and removed her panties. Natasha moaned, still unaware of what was happening. The second soldier then removed his pants and moved in closely to invade her. “Oh, God, she smells great.” He said, as he reached down to him self in.

Then he jerked as an arrow pierced his throat.

The first soldier then looked up abruptly, just in time to see a young boy with long blonde hair throat a knife at him. The blade sung through the air with deadly aim, landing in the man’s chest. He gasped for air, seeing the handle of the blade sticking in front of his face. Then he looked up just in time to see another young man with a sword swing at him. The soldier gagged as he felt the blade tear off a chunk of his face.


“NATASHA!!!” John screamed as he ran to her.

Seth stabbed his sword into the ground, then quickly pulled of his shirt. He gasped and turned away, using it to cover her up. John collapsed near her legs. The archer winced in disgust and sadness; grabbing her undergarments and her shorts, pulling them back up. Alexander felt rage toward the soldiers; seeing them do this sort of thing before to his own sisters. “Did he . . .hurt her?” he asked, finding the words.

“I don’t know,” John replied, tabbing her cheek, “Tasha, can you hear me?”

She moaned slightly, feeling of her head. Before John could ask again, he heard a gagging sound behind him. He turned around and saw the man he had shot in the throat crawling away. He was trying to get to his rifle but he was having obvious trouble breathing. John slowly stood up and pulled out another arrow. He then fired at the man, slamming it in his shoulder. He tried to scream but the arrow in his throat prevented that.

John pulled out a second arrow and then fired it at the man, slamming it into his stomach. He jerked around, trying to scream. Seth looked at what John was doing and before he could say anything, Alexander grabbed him by the shoulder. The wild boy’s eyes were telling the young singer the soldier deserved it. John then pulled out one more arrow and fired it into the man’s chest, piercing his lung. The archer stood there, letting the rage ooze out his mouth like spit. He stared and watched the man struggle for his life. He didn’t know if the soldier had time to rape her but he was about to. John couldn’t fathom any punishment that would even fit.

John then came back to reality when Seth grabbed him by the arm. The archer looked down on his younger friend, seething with rage. “You finished?” Seth said, holding his arm.

John looked toward the beach. Natasha was almost raped. He cared for her but his heart belonged to Mia. Bad thoughts echoed in his brain about what the soldiers might be doing to her. “I ain’t even started yet.” He hissed back at Seth.

John hoisted his arrow slung over his shoulder, then reached down and picked up Natasha. He had to go stash her away in a safe place. Alexander and Seth picked up the weapons of the fallen soldiers. They knew they had a window of about 30 to 40 minutes before the other soldiers came looking for them. They only hoped they would be able to take them out in the same stealth mode that was so successful with Fender’s group.



Jilly trembled, trying to control her fear. She was afraid for poor Natasha. If it was anything like what happened to her and her twin sister, she knew that the poor woman wouldn’t be safe. The deaf woman looked to Eddie, who just stared into the blankness of the ocean. He massaged his chest and then his head. She reached over and stroked his hair, hoping he was all right from the blow Embry gave him. The boy smiled at her, taking her hand for a brief moment. The deaf woman then looked to the jungle wondering if those vile soldiers were done with Natasha yet.

Then she suppressed a gasp when she saw Seth in the bushes.

A soldier walked by her and she quickly stared back to the ground. Then she slowly looked up and saw the young singer leaned up slightly between the two plants he was hiding between. Then she realized why he was doing it; she had forgotten he knew sign. Seth then moved his hands and told Jilly that Natasha was all right. The deaf woman held in her sigh of relief so the other guards wouldn’t notice. Seth then asked in her sign, how many guards were there and if anybody else was hurt. Jilly looked to the guards and the moment they weren’t looking, she quickly signed to Seth everything that had happened. He waited for a few seconds and then told her in sign to wait for their signal. They would tell them what to do.


John kept his sharp eyes open for the distance. It had been 15 minutes since the saving of Natasha. He was worried other soldiers might come looking for the dead ones soon. Then he pulled out an arrow, seeing a scuttling across the bushes. He breathed easy when he saw it was Seth. The young singer crouched low as he ran toward them, sword in hand. “What happened?” John asked, “Is Mia safe?”

“Mia took up for everybody, John,” Seth kneeled, catching his breath, “She told those guys she was the leader. She hasn’t told them about Tony and the others at the boat.”

“Is anybody else hurt?” the archer asked.

Seth took a deep breath, rubbing his face. “They executed Rose.” He whispered.

John closed his eyes, wincing. He was so worried about Mia, he never realized they might have killed somebody else. They chose that poor woman, who never did anybody wrong. Alexander even shed a tear for her; remembering her kindness like everybody else did. The wild boy then tapped John on the leg. “Plan?” he asked.

“I ain’t sure,” John looked into the distance, “I am a good shot but I can’t take out . . .how many guards?”

“Twenty One.” Seth said, relaying the message from Jilly.

“I can’t take out 21 guards in time. I guess . . .we should have to take out the Liberators closest to Hal and Dutch at least, let them grab their weapons and let them join us in the fight.”

“Yeah, sure,” Seth said sarcastically, “Sounds like a great plan.”

“You got a better one, Seth?”

“How about we hope that no one else gets killed and we wait for reinforcement, namely Tony and the others?”

“They don’t know the soldiers have gone to the beach! We can’t . . .we can’t wait on them. We’re going to have to figure something out.”



Back at the Broadway/ Shark Tank station, the night time was in full bloom. A few of the group was awake but the majority of them were asleep. Desmond had offered them the large collection of sleeping bags, he assumed was meant to be supplied to the Kids in the experiment. They were all too happy to use them.

Outside Sawyer and McKay still guarded the access road where the soldiers would be returning. Sayid rested on the boat, trying to stay awake. The Australian told him that it would be okay for him to sleep but he didn’t want to; making sure he and his friends would be safe. The waiting was getting deeper into the night. Sawyer took a moment to relief himself.

He came back out from behind the tree and began to zip his pants back up. He continued walking toward the cabin where he and McKay were at, passing by the tied and gagged Moon. As the redneck walked past him, he heard a burst of static. “Moon, come in,” a radio said.

Moon then immediately woke up. Sawyer paused in front of him. The soldier didn’t move; not knowing how the southern man would react to the radio. “Moon, pick up, damn it!” the radio squawked again.

Sawyer slowly walked over the gear to Moon’s right. He slowly reached in the dark green backpack and pulled up the radio. “Moon, if your lazy ass is in that hammock again,” the radio warned.

“Who is that?” Sawyer asked to the bound man.

“Moon, if you are receiving this, we have taken the beach. There is about roughly 40 plus people here. They know what happened to Fender, cause they have his journal. If you are hearing this, you better get your ass in gear and bring the Rogue to us. If I don’t hear from you within the next hour, there will be hell to pay.”

Sawyer paused as he heard the threat from the radio to Moon. The bound soldier stared at Sawyer with wild eyes; sweat slowly running down his temple. “Took the beach?” the redneck hissed in his face, “Now how could they take the beach . . .with five men?”

Moon started to whimper, for certain the southern man was going to kill him. Instead, Sawyer quickly stood up and ran toward the cabin. “MCKAY!!!” he screamed.

“What’s wrong?” he poked his head out of the door.

“We have a big problem.” Sawyer panted.



Tony jerked as he was shaken awake by his Australian friend. “Tony, Marita, wake up.” He ordered.

The young couple began to awaken as they were sleeping together on the couch; huddled under a white blanket. “McKay, what’s wrong?” Tony said, grabbing his sunglasses.

“The soldiers have taken the beach, “ He said, walking over to wake up Locke, “There isn’t five soldiers, there is 24.”

“Twenty four?” Marita said, putting her shoes on, “I thought that guy outside said Five.”

“And we were stupid enough to believe him.” Tony said, getting his boots on.

“Let’s not worry about our complacency now, “ McKay ran into the hallway, “JACK!!!”

The doctor slowly walked out, rubbing his eyes. “McKay, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“There weren’t just five soldiers, there was 24. They have taken the beach.”

“What?” he gasped.

“No questions, Jack. We got to get back fast.”

“Can the yacht take us there?” Jack asked.

“I don’t know for sure but at the moment, we don’t have a choice.”

“Go get it ready to go, I will get Shanna.” Jack then ran down the hallway.

The doctor quickly jogged down the hallway. He then ran into the medical room, as he saw the redhead briefly asleep, leaning her head on Kate’s medical bed. The wounded brunette then woke up from Jack’s abrupt entrance. “Jack, what-“ she asked.

“Kate, we got to go, those Liberation bastards have taken our friends hostage.” He said, looking to Shanna,” Shanna, get your gear. We are leaving now.”

“Oh, my god, “ she said, grabbing her shoes.

“Jack, what are you going to do?” Kate asked.

“I don’t know, Kate, I don’t know but we’ll come back for you as soon as it’s over.”

“What? No Way!” she said, leaning up, “ I am coming with you.”

“Kate, your collarbone is broken and I have given you enough morphine you should be in bed for the next 8 hours.”

“Shanna, get my shoes.” The brunette asked.

Jack then walked around the best, getting in front of her. “HEY!” he said, getting her attention, “You can’t help us with only one arm. You are staying.”

Kate grunted and then smiled. She slowly took Jack’s wrist, staring into his eyes. “You don’t know that you can take the beach back,” she whispered, “You guys are all I have left. If you are gonna die . . . .I want to die with you.”

Jack closed his eyes. He gently touched her forehead with his. She smiled, rubbing his arm. Even though she was in pain, she never felt better in her life. Shanna was right; good things happen when the secrets are revealed. “Shanna, can you help her?” Jack asked.

“I got her, Jack, “ the redhead said, helping her with her shoes, “You go ahead, we’ll catch up.”

“What the bloody hell is going on, brother?” Desmond said by the swinging double doors.

Jack parted from Kate and walked over to the strange man. He thought he knew him; and the doctor had to be sure he wasn’t playing with them. “Desmond, “ he whispered, “Did you know the compliment of soldiers from the Butterfly Rogue was more than twenty of them?”

Desmond blinked. “You didn’t?” he asked in all seriousness.

Jack rubbed his eyes. “Brother, I’m . . .sorry,” he said, taking his shoulder, “McKay was so damn confident. I thought you guys knew, as if you had some sort of a plan.”

“We were so enthralled by you and the Shark Tank . ..we never bothered to ask. We . . .we screwed up.”

“You heading there now?”

“We are.”

“Then get going, brother. Your friends need you.”


The remaining group proceeded outside. Tony and Marita walked hand in hand while McKay joined them. Locke followed with them, looking back to his other friends. Kate grunted as she had her arm around Shanna, as the redhead helped her walk. Jack followed up, holding a rifle in his hand. They looked up ahead, seeing Sawyer and Sayid standing next to the tied up Moon. Sawyer had the barrel under the soldier’s chin. “What kind of weapons do they have?” he asked.

“Various rifles, M-60’s and RPG’s.” he coughed.

“How did they get to the beach?” Sayid asked.

“Blind luck,” Moon replied.

Sayid then kneeled down and pulled out a blade. Moon squinted his cheeks, as the middle easterner poked it into this cheek. “There is someone very dear to me on that beach, “ he muttered, “You do NOT . . .want to lie to me.”

Moon took a deep breath. “My commander . . .said he found the Journal. The Colonel’s journal. Did one of you take it?” he asked.

“I did,” Locke said, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Secondary Protocol.” Moon whispered, “If the Colonel is lost, then any surviving soldier must locate the journal. It’s bugged, for easy finding.”

“The journal . . .is bugged??” the bald man gasped.

“Why would the journal be bugged? What makes it so damn important?” Tony asked.

“So that our Exalted One . . .can catalog the exploits of his soldiers. It’s for the knowledge of any future member of the Liberation.”

Locke slowly closed his eyes and rolled his head. After reading Fender’s words in the journal and what Moon said, it all made sense. “Students of History,” he whispered.

“Never mind the grammar lesson, we have to go!” Sawyer commented.

Sayid then placed the gag back against Moon’s mouth and the group proceeded to get into the boat. McKay leaped into the back then quickly climbed the ladder to get to the cockpit. Every body else slowly began to file in. Kate grunted as Shanna and Jack helped her into the boat. The wounded brunette gently sat down on one of the three mounted chairs in the back. Sawyer paused for a second, gently touching her shoulder. “You all right, Freckles?” he asked.

“Tip top,” she joked, “Sawyer . .I . . .”

He gently put an index finger over her lips, making her stop talking. “Not now, darlin,” he smirked, “Let’s kick some Liberation ass first.”

“Okay,” she smiled.

The engine of the Butterfly Rogue began to roar into action. McKay clicked it into reverse and began to back out of the dock. After he came out a few feet, He turned it and began to head in the direction of south, according to his onboard compass. The Australian knew the beach was south and he hoped there wasn’t that much obstacles between them and the beach. The group head as the yacht soared into the water, crashing into the waves of the violent undertow.

Sawyer climbed up the ladder and joined his friend in the bridge of the boat. He jolted as they hit another rocky wave. McKay was scanning the whole console in front of him. “McKay, you planning on getting us there in one piece?” Sawyer held onto the dashboard.

“I hope so, but help me find the lights.” He asked.

“What lights?”

“THE LIGHTS TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE BOAT, JACKASS!!” McKay yelled back at him, “Do you see any street lights out there in the water?”

Sawyer realized what he was talking about. The moon barely shined enough light for them to see where he was going. The redneck quickly fumbled around, and finally found the lights. The moment he clicked them on, McKay screamed as they were headed straight for a stone wall.

He immediately swung the boat hard to starboard, missing the rock face by a few feet. The group jerked as they all fell toward the right said of the boat. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON UP THERE?” Tony screamed.

McKay grabbed the mike and spoke over the loud speaker. “Everybody calm down, I got it under control.” He told them.

“Any idea what we are going to do when we get there?” asked Sawyer.

“Ride into the beach, and kill every Liberator.” The Australian smirked.

“Oh, right. And here I was worried it was gonna be difficult.”


The waves washed over the beach in a rhythmic pattern. The survivors were tired and scared; not knowing what was going to happen next. Eddie massaged his head; worried the evil soldier had hurt him more than he realized. The buzzing was getting louder in his head. He slowly looked up and found the plastic eyes of Mr. Kangaroo staring back at him. The stuffed animal was a companion to him and gave him a connection to a magical computerized being called Watchman. He hated to lose him and hoped something bad would happen to the soldier who burned him. The buzzing continued in his head. “Eddie,” someone whispered.

The little boy slowly looked up, realizing it was the same voice that Mr. Kangaroo had spoken to him. “I am always with you,” the voice echoed, “Even though I am far away.”

“Watchman,” Eddie whispered under his breath, “I am scared . . .for my mom and Jilly . .”

“Don’t be scared, Eddie. Mia told me to make sure you were safe. But you must wake them now.”

Eddie blink. “Wake who?” he whispered.

“The Security Systems.”

The buzzing in Eddie’s head had stopped. He blinked when he saw a soldier standing near him. It was the man called Embry who had burned Mr. Kangaroo earlier. The little boy then grew angry as he realized the soldier was staring down at Jilly. “Ain’t you a cute little thing?” he whispered.

Jilly was repulsed, as he let the barrel of his gun caress her cleavage. Eddie then knew what he had to do. Within seconds, he jumped up; grabbing Embry’s leg and biting into it. “YEEEEAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!” the soldier screamed.

Embry then pulled out his side arm and then hit Eddie across the head. The little boy took the blow and held on. The soldier then hit him again, busting open a wound on his forehead. Barbara screamed as she jumped and grabbed her son. Embry winced from the bite wound, walking with a limp. “Little brat.” He coughed.

He then cocked back his gun and pointed it the body of the limp boy. Barbara slowly embraced her son, keeping her eyes on Embry. The murderer didn’t change his mind. “You want to die with him, lady?” he asked.

“Please,” she whispered.

“EMBRY!!” Frakes screamed.

The soldier looked to his leader, who was lighting up a cigarette. “Stop your grabbassing over there.” He said.

“He bit me!” Embry protested.

“So what? It’s just a kid.”

Embry spit at Barbara and then walked away to tend to his wound. The older redhead then pulled her son back to her and Jilly’s spot. She gently pulled up her shirt and began to wipe away the blood gash on his forehead. The deaf woman cried over the limp boy. “Eddie, please wake up,” she whimpered.

Eddie slowly opened his eyes. Barbara laughed and cried at the same time; hugging him. “Eddie, why did you do that?” she cried.

“Wasn’t . . .going to let him . . hurt Jilly.”

The deaf woman saw his lips and realized what he said. She never met a braver boy in her entire left. Eddie gently laid his head into his mother’s bosom. “It’s okay, mommy,” the boy whispered, rubbing his head, “We’re gonna be okay now.”

“What?” she said, confused.

“Bad men gonna be punished now.” He said, giving a slight smirk.



The wind blew through the Outpost, sending dead leaves every where. Inside the main control room the computer were slightly damp from dew that had made it through the open door. The chair in front of the main console swung slightly do the left as the breeze began to blow it. A small lizard crawled up to the monitor, taking view of the room. Then it scurried away when the monitor clicked on. The glass screen flooded green as power was being routed to the machine. Within seconds, the monitor began to fill with bright green words.


WATCHMAN SECURITY PROTOCAL ACTIVATED.
LAST COMMAND FROM MIA ACCEPTED.
….
….
SCANNING……..

ELECTROMAGNETIC DISTURBANCE DETECTED. SCANNING FOR COMMAND PROMPTS.

SECURITY ACCESS GRANTED.

PROTECT MIA
PROTECT EDDIE

ACTIVATE SECURITY SYSTEMS TO INTERCEPT AND PROTECT

POLLIWOG IS ONLIN
MECHA IS ONLINE
MONOXIDE IS ONLINE
MOLE . . .IS OFF LINE

SEARCHING . . .


MOLE UNABLE TO BE FOUND. UNABLE TO COMPLETE SECURITY PROTOCALS WITHOUT FOUR SECURITY SYSTEM.

CONSTRUCTION IS NEEDED.
SEARCHING FOR VIABLE MATERIAL FOR CONSTRUCTION
. . . . .
. . . . .
. . . . .
VIABLE MATERIAL FOUND. CONSTRUCTION COMMENCING.
COMBAT CHASIS ENABLE. ADDING PROTON FLUX ACCESS. CONNECTING TO PATHWAYS IN CEREBRAL CORTEX. ACCESS ENABLE. ACCESS GRANTED.

NEW SECURITY SYSTEM IS ACTIVES
SECURITY PROTOCALS CAN NOW BEGIN

POLLIWOG IS ONLINE
MECHA IS ONLINE
MONOXIDE IS ONLINE
RAVEN IS ONLINE




Outside the complex, the massive silo opening for Mecha opened up again. The engine of destruction churned it’s wheels as it climbed up the silo. In the distance of the jungle, the trees began to sway and break under the might of the Polliwog. The mysterious creature let loose it’s mighty roar that it became known for. Mecha screeched to a halt as it arrived at the top of the silo, righting itself up. To it’s left then a pipe slowly poked up from the ground. The top of the pip then popped up and out poured black smoke. Monoxide opened up his shining blue eyes briefly as it formed to a cloud above Mecha.

Behind them at the silo a lone figure emerged from the ground. Raven took his first steps and stood up straight. His clothing was tattered and the skin parts that were visible were covered in red and silver wires. The new security system turned around, revealing the new wires around his eyes. For a quick second, his eyes flashed blue just like Monoxide. He accepted his programming and knew what he had to do.

The Polliwog roared as it began to tearing up the trees in front of it. Mecha then started to fling it’s arms which had the thick cord wires. The wires began to tear up the trees and bushes in front it, like a weed eater. Monoxide then floated above following them both. Raven paused for a second, then began to run after Mecha. As he did, a small trail of blue light followed behind him. The security systems made their way toward beach, following their programming.

And woe to those who stood in their way of protecting Mia and Eddie.