Part 305: Day 59
The night had fully blanketed the Island. High above the trees the moon shined brightly with the stars dancing around it. Most of the survivors were asleep but some where in and out of sleep. Especially the ones that were leaving on the boat. Most were too excited to sleep. McKay urged them to get as much rest as possible. He had no idea what the journey would be like.
Ana-Lucia slowly raised up from her sleeping area. She looked out onto the water, as the Butterfly Rogue beckoned them in the shallows. She smiled quietly to herself; happy that she got one of the numbers to get off the Island. She wanted to go back home; she wanted to return to her family. Embry was dead thank to Hal, so her quest for vengeance was over. She was certain her mom would like to see her again. However, Ana-Lucia didn’t know if she could ever go back to being a cop. Not after all the things she had to do on the Island.
The Latina then slowly got up and began to walk into the woods; scratching her butt. She thought of Libby, how she had been a good friend to her during their prison moments in the bunker. She was worried about leaving her but knew she would be safe with Hal. She then turned a corner to find an area suitable for using the bathroom. Ana-Lucia then pulled out her gun from her waistline and sat it down. She leaned forward to a nearby cropping of bushes. “Damn it,” she whispered to herself, “Which leaves did they say work best?”
“The ones with the two points.” Clay whispered behind her.
Ana-Lucia abruptly turned around, only to be slammed over the head with a gun. The Latina collapsed on the ground, unconscious. The billionaire then quickly picked up her gun and stuffed it into his belt. He leaned forward, getting into Ana-Lucia’s face. “That is for every time you laid a hand on me, bitch,” he hissed, “You never should have pushed me.”
Clay then stood up and took the moment to spit in her face. The tall man then turned around and began walking back toward the beach. He had one more thing to do before he left.
Claire shifted over in her sleep. She was dreaming of green fields and kittens. She longed to get back home and share that life with Charlie and Aaron. The young Australian was glad things happened the way they did. Charlie had been more of a father to Aaron than anybody. And in these two months, she had gotten to know him. She only hoped that life would be perfect when they get home. Then her dreams were interrupted by someone slammed a hand down on her mouth. Claire was shocked at Ethan gritted his teeth in front of her. When her vision began to focus out of her dream, she realized it wasn’t the mad man but Clay! “Time to go, Claire,” he grunted.
The billionaire swiftly pulled her up and shoved her forward. She fought to stay awake but it was difficult to speak with a gun between her shoulder blades. “Clay, “ she coughed, “What are you doing?”
“We’re getting out of here,” Clay told her.
“What, you’re stealing the boat?” she gasped.
“It was already stolen by the Liberation,” he told her as they continued walking, “ I am just procuring it.”
“But you didn’t earn a spot, Clay.”
“Neither did anybody else,” he coughed, “They think they are so damn smart, but nobody cheats me. I am getting that boat whether they like it or not.”
“Please, Clay, don’t do this. I can’t leave Aaron behind.” Claire begged.
“Don’t worry about your snot-wad. Charlie will take care of him.”
Charlie slowly opened his eyes as Aaron was crying. The musician then leaned up, looking at the baby in the cradle. He wondered for a second why Claire wasn’t picking him up. Then he noticed that his love wasn’t even there. He looked around and then gasped when he saw Clay walking Claire down to the water. The object in the billionaire’s hand was clearly a gun. “Holy God,” he gasped, as he threw his blanket as side and got up, running toward them.
Claire shuttered as they stepped into the cold water. Clay looked ahead at the boat, remembering they put Seth, Kellye and Kate into the bedroom area. Since they were wounded and high on morphine, he figured they wouldn’t be that hard to get rid of. “Why are you brining me along, Clay?” Claire asked.
“Don’t ruin this, Claire,” he warned, “Because I’m pretty certain you and I had a moment back there, before the Elvis Wannabe interrupted us.”
“I’m about to interrupt you again!” Charlie said, behind them.
Clay then abruptly turned around and put Claire between him and Charlie. The Australian woman gulped as she saw the billionaire point the weapon directly at Charlie. The musician calmly walked toward them with his arms out, showing he had no weapon. “You don’t really think you can get away with this, do you, Clay?” he asked.
“Some how I always knew it would come down to you and me.” He said, cocking back the mechanism on the gun.
“Oh, God, Clay, please don’t shoot him!” Claire gasped.
“He won’t, Claire,” Charlie said, stepping closer, “Because if he does fire that weapon, he’ll have the whole sodding beach down on his head.”
“You can’t stop me, Charlie,” Clay hissed.
“I don’t have to,” he stepped closer, “You fire that weapon, you wake up everybody else. You really think Sawyer or Jack will go easy on you?”
“I will kill you if I have to, you prick.”
“So you are going to take the boat and leave the rest of us to die?” Charlie started to get angry, “I’ll go to Hell before I let that happen, Clay.”
“I warned you, Charlie,” he said, hoisting the gun toward him.
“CLLLLLAAAAYYYY!!!!” Ana-Lucia screamed.
“Son of a. . . .” the billionaire looked into the distance, seeing the Latina cop coming down the hill.
Charlie turned around to see Ana-Lucia stumbling down toward the beach. She was holding her head in one hand and a large stick in the other. The look of hatred in her eyes meant that she was going to finally kill the billionaire. Clay’s left eye began to twitch. “I’d hope she would have stayed out but it looks like I have to kill two people now,” he grunted.
“Clay, please don’t do this,” Claire begged, “I’ll go with you, just don’t hurt them.”
“He’s not going any where, “ Ana-Lucia hissed as she drew closer.
“You see, Claire?” Clay said with wild eyes, “They never should have pushed me.”
“Clay, NO!” she said, grabbing his arm.
“Goodbye, Charlie.” The billionaire said, holding the gun up.
“OW!!” Claire said, as something poked the back of her neck.
Clay all of a sudden let her go. She quickly moved away form him and looked at him. He was frozen in a state of shock. A small trickle of blood was forming at the top of his shirt. The blonde Australian noticed a metal tip where the blood was coming from. Charlie slowly approached her, then looked behind the billionaire. John was standing in the water between them and the boat. He slowly lowered his bow as Clay collapsed in the water.
John approached them, first looking to Claire. “You all right?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s just scratch,” she said, dabbing the small blood on the back of her neck, “You . .you were on the boat, John?”
“Tony suggested it,” the archer looked down to Clay, “He was worried . . .somebody might try to take the boat.”
“You . ..you . . .” Clay whispered.
“Sorry about that, Clay,” John replied.
“John . . .you . ..you murdered me.” He coughed as he floated in the water.
“No, Clay. You murdered yourself,” the archer rubbed his cheek, “Tony warned you. Every man for himself doesn’t work out here. I had to stop you from killing us.”
“Claire, . . .” the billionaire hissed, “I’m sor . . .sorry . . .”
“Clay, “ Claire started to cry, “You . . .idiot.”
The billionaire finally closed his eyes as his life left him. The water around him began to turn red from the wound in his back. Charlie slowly moved away from Claire and waded through toward the billionaire. He grabbed him by the waist and then walked him further out to the water as the current finally grabbed him. The tall man started to float out to sea in the tide of the ocean liquid. “Goodbye, Clay,” Charlie whispered.
The musician turned to Claire who embraced him, crying a storm. As they all walked out of the water, John looked to Ana-Lucia, who was dabbing the blood of the side of her head. “You all right?” he asked.
“I’ve been hit worse,” she smiled, “Good shot, John.”
“Thanks, “ he said, watching the body disappear into the distance, “I only wished he didn’t try something like this.:
“It’s like you said, “ Ana-Lucia dropping the stick, “Clay’s problems all came from his own doing. He really did murder himself.”
Ana-Lucia slowly raised up from her sleeping area. She looked out onto the water, as the Butterfly Rogue beckoned them in the shallows. She smiled quietly to herself; happy that she got one of the numbers to get off the Island. She wanted to go back home; she wanted to return to her family. Embry was dead thank to Hal, so her quest for vengeance was over. She was certain her mom would like to see her again. However, Ana-Lucia didn’t know if she could ever go back to being a cop. Not after all the things she had to do on the Island.
The Latina then slowly got up and began to walk into the woods; scratching her butt. She thought of Libby, how she had been a good friend to her during their prison moments in the bunker. She was worried about leaving her but knew she would be safe with Hal. She then turned a corner to find an area suitable for using the bathroom. Ana-Lucia then pulled out her gun from her waistline and sat it down. She leaned forward to a nearby cropping of bushes. “Damn it,” she whispered to herself, “Which leaves did they say work best?”
“The ones with the two points.” Clay whispered behind her.
Ana-Lucia abruptly turned around, only to be slammed over the head with a gun. The Latina collapsed on the ground, unconscious. The billionaire then quickly picked up her gun and stuffed it into his belt. He leaned forward, getting into Ana-Lucia’s face. “That is for every time you laid a hand on me, bitch,” he hissed, “You never should have pushed me.”
Clay then stood up and took the moment to spit in her face. The tall man then turned around and began walking back toward the beach. He had one more thing to do before he left.
Claire shifted over in her sleep. She was dreaming of green fields and kittens. She longed to get back home and share that life with Charlie and Aaron. The young Australian was glad things happened the way they did. Charlie had been more of a father to Aaron than anybody. And in these two months, she had gotten to know him. She only hoped that life would be perfect when they get home. Then her dreams were interrupted by someone slammed a hand down on her mouth. Claire was shocked at Ethan gritted his teeth in front of her. When her vision began to focus out of her dream, she realized it wasn’t the mad man but Clay! “Time to go, Claire,” he grunted.
The billionaire swiftly pulled her up and shoved her forward. She fought to stay awake but it was difficult to speak with a gun between her shoulder blades. “Clay, “ she coughed, “What are you doing?”
“We’re getting out of here,” Clay told her.
“What, you’re stealing the boat?” she gasped.
“It was already stolen by the Liberation,” he told her as they continued walking, “ I am just procuring it.”
“But you didn’t earn a spot, Clay.”
“Neither did anybody else,” he coughed, “They think they are so damn smart, but nobody cheats me. I am getting that boat whether they like it or not.”
“Please, Clay, don’t do this. I can’t leave Aaron behind.” Claire begged.
“Don’t worry about your snot-wad. Charlie will take care of him.”
Charlie slowly opened his eyes as Aaron was crying. The musician then leaned up, looking at the baby in the cradle. He wondered for a second why Claire wasn’t picking him up. Then he noticed that his love wasn’t even there. He looked around and then gasped when he saw Clay walking Claire down to the water. The object in the billionaire’s hand was clearly a gun. “Holy God,” he gasped, as he threw his blanket as side and got up, running toward them.
Claire shuttered as they stepped into the cold water. Clay looked ahead at the boat, remembering they put Seth, Kellye and Kate into the bedroom area. Since they were wounded and high on morphine, he figured they wouldn’t be that hard to get rid of. “Why are you brining me along, Clay?” Claire asked.
“Don’t ruin this, Claire,” he warned, “Because I’m pretty certain you and I had a moment back there, before the Elvis Wannabe interrupted us.”
“I’m about to interrupt you again!” Charlie said, behind them.
Clay then abruptly turned around and put Claire between him and Charlie. The Australian woman gulped as she saw the billionaire point the weapon directly at Charlie. The musician calmly walked toward them with his arms out, showing he had no weapon. “You don’t really think you can get away with this, do you, Clay?” he asked.
“Some how I always knew it would come down to you and me.” He said, cocking back the mechanism on the gun.
“Oh, God, Clay, please don’t shoot him!” Claire gasped.
“He won’t, Claire,” Charlie said, stepping closer, “Because if he does fire that weapon, he’ll have the whole sodding beach down on his head.”
“You can’t stop me, Charlie,” Clay hissed.
“I don’t have to,” he stepped closer, “You fire that weapon, you wake up everybody else. You really think Sawyer or Jack will go easy on you?”
“I will kill you if I have to, you prick.”
“So you are going to take the boat and leave the rest of us to die?” Charlie started to get angry, “I’ll go to Hell before I let that happen, Clay.”
“I warned you, Charlie,” he said, hoisting the gun toward him.
“CLLLLLAAAAYYYY!!!!” Ana-Lucia screamed.
“Son of a. . . .” the billionaire looked into the distance, seeing the Latina cop coming down the hill.
Charlie turned around to see Ana-Lucia stumbling down toward the beach. She was holding her head in one hand and a large stick in the other. The look of hatred in her eyes meant that she was going to finally kill the billionaire. Clay’s left eye began to twitch. “I’d hope she would have stayed out but it looks like I have to kill two people now,” he grunted.
“Clay, please don’t do this,” Claire begged, “I’ll go with you, just don’t hurt them.”
“He’s not going any where, “ Ana-Lucia hissed as she drew closer.
“You see, Claire?” Clay said with wild eyes, “They never should have pushed me.”
“Clay, NO!” she said, grabbing his arm.
“Goodbye, Charlie.” The billionaire said, holding the gun up.
“OW!!” Claire said, as something poked the back of her neck.
Clay all of a sudden let her go. She quickly moved away form him and looked at him. He was frozen in a state of shock. A small trickle of blood was forming at the top of his shirt. The blonde Australian noticed a metal tip where the blood was coming from. Charlie slowly approached her, then looked behind the billionaire. John was standing in the water between them and the boat. He slowly lowered his bow as Clay collapsed in the water.
John approached them, first looking to Claire. “You all right?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s just scratch,” she said, dabbing the small blood on the back of her neck, “You . .you were on the boat, John?”
“Tony suggested it,” the archer looked down to Clay, “He was worried . . .somebody might try to take the boat.”
“You . ..you . . .” Clay whispered.
“Sorry about that, Clay,” John replied.
“John . . .you . ..you murdered me.” He coughed as he floated in the water.
“No, Clay. You murdered yourself,” the archer rubbed his cheek, “Tony warned you. Every man for himself doesn’t work out here. I had to stop you from killing us.”
“Claire, . . .” the billionaire hissed, “I’m sor . . .sorry . . .”
“Clay, “ Claire started to cry, “You . . .idiot.”
The billionaire finally closed his eyes as his life left him. The water around him began to turn red from the wound in his back. Charlie slowly moved away from Claire and waded through toward the billionaire. He grabbed him by the waist and then walked him further out to the water as the current finally grabbed him. The tall man started to float out to sea in the tide of the ocean liquid. “Goodbye, Clay,” Charlie whispered.
The musician turned to Claire who embraced him, crying a storm. As they all walked out of the water, John looked to Ana-Lucia, who was dabbing the blood of the side of her head. “You all right?” he asked.
“I’ve been hit worse,” she smiled, “Good shot, John.”
“Thanks, “ he said, watching the body disappear into the distance, “I only wished he didn’t try something like this.:
“It’s like you said, “ Ana-Lucia dropping the stick, “Clay’s problems all came from his own doing. He really did murder himself.”
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