Part 309: Day 60
Mia slowly woke up, smelling the cherry blossoms around her. She then leaned up realizing she was in a field of flowers. Her father’s overcoat let her know this was a dream quickly; she was becoming adept at determining what was real and what was a dream. As she stood up, she saw the walled city in front of her; with clear Japanese design. She smiled as she began to walk toward it, feeling the flowers caress her bare feet like silk. Mia then arrived at the gate, where two armored samurai warriors were standing. One of them slowly opened the metal gate to allow her inside.
As she walked in, the second warrior bowed to her. Mia was familiar with the custom, so she returned the bow. He then motioned for her to follow him. She smiled at the lovely scenery of the beautifully crafted Asian houses with the green tiles and the trees that shed pink leaves. They crossed the dirt road as they wound up at one particular house. The armored warrior walked up the steps and then slide the white door to the side. Mia walked up the steps and smiled, seeing her good friend. Brendon turned to his right to smile at her, as he gently lowered the ceramic cup from his lips. “Hello, Mia,” he grinned, “You are just in time for tea.”
She walked in as the samurai closed the door behind them. She walked over and sat down in front of Brendon, with the tea table between them. He motioned for his good friend to help herself. She reached over and pulled the teapot to her, filling the second cup and then she placed it down. Mia smelled of the hot tea and sipped it, relishing in it’s comfort. Brendon smirked as he reached over toward the teapot handle and then twisted it around. “The spout never faces the guest,” he smiled, “It’s a sign of disrespect.”
“You’re just full of little tid-bits, aren’t you?” she giggled.
“How are you, Mia?” her friend asked.
“I’m good. In fact, I am better than good. We’re off the Island. I got John, Shanna and Seth with me. The only way this could get any better is if we get picked up before we run out of food.”
“You won’t run out of food.” Brendon smiled.
“Good to know,” she sipped the tea.
“You’d be surprised how good shark meat tastes.”
Mia blinked. “Shark meat?” she coughed.
“Yes, I would advise it. It’s even makes good sushi if you have the proper soy sauce.”
“But . .we don’t have any shark meat.” Mia pointed out.
“You will.” Brendon said, coldly.
Mia then put down her cup abruptly on the tap, spilling the tea slightly around her. “What’s going on, Brendon?” she grunted.
“They are,” he pointed toward the door.
Mia looked toward the door she same through a minute ago and noticed it was like it was submerged in water. Dark shadows of sharks swam behind the door. Mia stared in horror as they were bigger than what she imagined. “The Sharks from Broadway,” she whispered, “ This has something to do with them, doesn’t it?”
“There were three,” Brendon whispered, sipping on his tea, “But thanks to your boyfriend, there are now only two.”
“John killed one? When?”
“When one of them attacked Dutch and Karleigh.”
“But . . .he said he didn’t kill it . .he said he only shot it.”
“He did shoot it and thankfully, it succumbed to it’s wounds.”
“What are these sharks going to do, Brendon?”
“They are going to attack you. “ He said, plainly, “But it’s not your fault . . .and it’s really not even theirs but the truth is you’ll have to destroy them to get beyond the shipping lanes.”
“Shanna’s notes said . .. these sharks are genetically altered. They are bigger than normal and smarter.”
“Shanna’s notes are accurate.” The Asian man sighed.
“Why is this happening, Brendon?” Mia tried not to cry, “ I thought . .. I thought the final test was on the beach with Frakes and his men!”
“The Final Test is not over, Mia,” he said with complete sympathy, “ You escaped the Island. You escaped the Liberation . .but you haven’t escaped the sharks yet.”
“John killed one . . .he can kill the rest,” Mia said, assuring herself.
“No, this will require all of you and John will be too busy making sure everybody else stays alive.”
“Are the sharks going to hurt anybody?”
“Maybe.”
“MAYBE??” Mia screamed, “WHAT TO YOU MEAN, MAYBE??? Don’t you know everything?”
“I know only what I am allowed to know, Mia. Your grandmother was the same way. Please don’t kill the messenger.”
“I’m sorry, Brendon,” Mia rubbed her eyes, “I do trust you, it’s just . .I want this to be over. Our adventure should be over soon.”
Brendon then smiled. “Mia, then adventure is never over. It just takes different forms. And the adventure that waits for you is one that will not offer hardship but joy. It’s called Life.”
“But life does have hardships.” Mia smiled, countering.
“But yours won’t. You’ve had your hardship, Mia. With Me, with Boone and with Rose. Now it’s time for you to enjoy life. With John, with Locke, with Seth and Shanna and especially, the little girl that awaits you.”
Mia smiled, knowing full well he meant her future daughter. For most people, it might feel weird that they already knew they were going to give birth to a daughter and her name picked out from a dream but for Mia, it was more comforting than anything. It was proof it was going to happen. The feeling left her with a certain warmth that she never wanted to let go. Before she could ask him anything else, she noticed a strange look on her friend’s face. Brendon was staring at the floor, looking highly concerned. “Brendon, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“You have to wake up now, Mia,” he replied.
“Why? What-“
“You’ve lost one.” He said.
“WHO?” she gasped.
Brendon then threw the tea in his cup into Mia’s face.
Mia coughed, as she opened her eyes to the morning. High above her the sky had turned from darkness to a light blue, and the boat was surrounded by fog. The Lakota girl was confused by the wetness on her face. She quickly dapped it off, wondering if Brendon’s tea had followed her from the dream world into the real world. She tasted the liquid on her lips and realized it was salt water. The boat swayed a bit and the ocean water splashed against the boat’s side, caressing her face again. That is where the water came from. Mia then abruptly looked to her side and noticed John was sill asleep by her side. Chance and Arizona were snoozing away to the far side of the boat. Mia then looked below her legs to make sure Shanna was okay. The redhead was annoyed that something was dripping on her.
It was Adam Cofax.
Mia stared in horror as Adam was hanging over the side of the boat, with his arms outstretched and limp. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head and a slow drip of blood was dropping onto Shanna’s sleeping back. “Shanna,” Mia hissed, trying to wake her up.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned in disgust, wanting Mia to leave her alone so she could sleep more.
“Shanna, please wake up,” Mia repeated, as she slowly crawled toward her.
“Mia,” Shanna whispered, slowly pulling her head from her sleeping bag, “Is it about to rain? My sleeping bag feels wet.”
“Shanna, don’t say another word and just give me your hand.” The Lakota girl reached for her.
“What do you mean? What’s-“
The redhead stopped talking when she noticed the small red streak running down her sleeping bag and collecting on the floor. She then turned abruptly and saw Adam’s dead face staring back at her. Shanna then screamed as she jumped up, grabbing Mia’s hand. The Lakota girl pulled her friend toward her as they both scooted back from the dead body. The others that were on the back of the boat with them heard their friend’s scream. “What’s wrong?” John asked as he got up.
“Adam,” she whispered.
John looked up and saw their fellow survivor hanging off the back end of the boat. The archer slowly got to his knees and crawled toward him. He slowly reached up and touched his friends wrist. There was indeed no pulse. “John, what’s going on?” Chance asked.
“Adam is dead.” John said, plainly.
“How?” Arizona gasped.
John slowly stood up and looked to see the extent of Adam’s wounds. He then covered his mouth and turned abruptly when he saw that everything below Adam’s waist was missing. “John?” Mia stood up.
“Don’t come back here!” he ordered her.
John then turned around and grabbed Adam by the arms. “Sorry, man,” he whispered, as he shoved him back into the water.
The rigorous body fell back into the water and floated for a few seconds. John said a silent prayer for the man as his body began to float away. Then the massive maw of a shark erupted from the water and consumed the last bit of the poor survivor. John screamed as he ran back into the middle of the boat, followed by his friends. Mia stood behind John and Shanna stood behind her. Arizona stood behind her husband as all five of them saw what happened to the remainder of Adam.
“Somebody wake up McKay,” John whispered, “We need to get moving . . .NOW.”
As she walked in, the second warrior bowed to her. Mia was familiar with the custom, so she returned the bow. He then motioned for her to follow him. She smiled at the lovely scenery of the beautifully crafted Asian houses with the green tiles and the trees that shed pink leaves. They crossed the dirt road as they wound up at one particular house. The armored warrior walked up the steps and then slide the white door to the side. Mia walked up the steps and smiled, seeing her good friend. Brendon turned to his right to smile at her, as he gently lowered the ceramic cup from his lips. “Hello, Mia,” he grinned, “You are just in time for tea.”
She walked in as the samurai closed the door behind them. She walked over and sat down in front of Brendon, with the tea table between them. He motioned for his good friend to help herself. She reached over and pulled the teapot to her, filling the second cup and then she placed it down. Mia smelled of the hot tea and sipped it, relishing in it’s comfort. Brendon smirked as he reached over toward the teapot handle and then twisted it around. “The spout never faces the guest,” he smiled, “It’s a sign of disrespect.”
“You’re just full of little tid-bits, aren’t you?” she giggled.
“How are you, Mia?” her friend asked.
“I’m good. In fact, I am better than good. We’re off the Island. I got John, Shanna and Seth with me. The only way this could get any better is if we get picked up before we run out of food.”
“You won’t run out of food.” Brendon smiled.
“Good to know,” she sipped the tea.
“You’d be surprised how good shark meat tastes.”
Mia blinked. “Shark meat?” she coughed.
“Yes, I would advise it. It’s even makes good sushi if you have the proper soy sauce.”
“But . .we don’t have any shark meat.” Mia pointed out.
“You will.” Brendon said, coldly.
Mia then put down her cup abruptly on the tap, spilling the tea slightly around her. “What’s going on, Brendon?” she grunted.
“They are,” he pointed toward the door.
Mia looked toward the door she same through a minute ago and noticed it was like it was submerged in water. Dark shadows of sharks swam behind the door. Mia stared in horror as they were bigger than what she imagined. “The Sharks from Broadway,” she whispered, “ This has something to do with them, doesn’t it?”
“There were three,” Brendon whispered, sipping on his tea, “But thanks to your boyfriend, there are now only two.”
“John killed one? When?”
“When one of them attacked Dutch and Karleigh.”
“But . . .he said he didn’t kill it . .he said he only shot it.”
“He did shoot it and thankfully, it succumbed to it’s wounds.”
“What are these sharks going to do, Brendon?”
“They are going to attack you. “ He said, plainly, “But it’s not your fault . . .and it’s really not even theirs but the truth is you’ll have to destroy them to get beyond the shipping lanes.”
“Shanna’s notes said . .. these sharks are genetically altered. They are bigger than normal and smarter.”
“Shanna’s notes are accurate.” The Asian man sighed.
“Why is this happening, Brendon?” Mia tried not to cry, “ I thought . .. I thought the final test was on the beach with Frakes and his men!”
“The Final Test is not over, Mia,” he said with complete sympathy, “ You escaped the Island. You escaped the Liberation . .but you haven’t escaped the sharks yet.”
“John killed one . . .he can kill the rest,” Mia said, assuring herself.
“No, this will require all of you and John will be too busy making sure everybody else stays alive.”
“Are the sharks going to hurt anybody?”
“Maybe.”
“MAYBE??” Mia screamed, “WHAT TO YOU MEAN, MAYBE??? Don’t you know everything?”
“I know only what I am allowed to know, Mia. Your grandmother was the same way. Please don’t kill the messenger.”
“I’m sorry, Brendon,” Mia rubbed her eyes, “I do trust you, it’s just . .I want this to be over. Our adventure should be over soon.”
Brendon then smiled. “Mia, then adventure is never over. It just takes different forms. And the adventure that waits for you is one that will not offer hardship but joy. It’s called Life.”
“But life does have hardships.” Mia smiled, countering.
“But yours won’t. You’ve had your hardship, Mia. With Me, with Boone and with Rose. Now it’s time for you to enjoy life. With John, with Locke, with Seth and Shanna and especially, the little girl that awaits you.”
Mia smiled, knowing full well he meant her future daughter. For most people, it might feel weird that they already knew they were going to give birth to a daughter and her name picked out from a dream but for Mia, it was more comforting than anything. It was proof it was going to happen. The feeling left her with a certain warmth that she never wanted to let go. Before she could ask him anything else, she noticed a strange look on her friend’s face. Brendon was staring at the floor, looking highly concerned. “Brendon, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“You have to wake up now, Mia,” he replied.
“Why? What-“
“You’ve lost one.” He said.
“WHO?” she gasped.
Brendon then threw the tea in his cup into Mia’s face.
Mia coughed, as she opened her eyes to the morning. High above her the sky had turned from darkness to a light blue, and the boat was surrounded by fog. The Lakota girl was confused by the wetness on her face. She quickly dapped it off, wondering if Brendon’s tea had followed her from the dream world into the real world. She tasted the liquid on her lips and realized it was salt water. The boat swayed a bit and the ocean water splashed against the boat’s side, caressing her face again. That is where the water came from. Mia then abruptly looked to her side and noticed John was sill asleep by her side. Chance and Arizona were snoozing away to the far side of the boat. Mia then looked below her legs to make sure Shanna was okay. The redhead was annoyed that something was dripping on her.
It was Adam Cofax.
Mia stared in horror as Adam was hanging over the side of the boat, with his arms outstretched and limp. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head and a slow drip of blood was dropping onto Shanna’s sleeping back. “Shanna,” Mia hissed, trying to wake her up.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned in disgust, wanting Mia to leave her alone so she could sleep more.
“Shanna, please wake up,” Mia repeated, as she slowly crawled toward her.
“Mia,” Shanna whispered, slowly pulling her head from her sleeping bag, “Is it about to rain? My sleeping bag feels wet.”
“Shanna, don’t say another word and just give me your hand.” The Lakota girl reached for her.
“What do you mean? What’s-“
The redhead stopped talking when she noticed the small red streak running down her sleeping bag and collecting on the floor. She then turned abruptly and saw Adam’s dead face staring back at her. Shanna then screamed as she jumped up, grabbing Mia’s hand. The Lakota girl pulled her friend toward her as they both scooted back from the dead body. The others that were on the back of the boat with them heard their friend’s scream. “What’s wrong?” John asked as he got up.
“Adam,” she whispered.
John looked up and saw their fellow survivor hanging off the back end of the boat. The archer slowly got to his knees and crawled toward him. He slowly reached up and touched his friends wrist. There was indeed no pulse. “John, what’s going on?” Chance asked.
“Adam is dead.” John said, plainly.
“How?” Arizona gasped.
John slowly stood up and looked to see the extent of Adam’s wounds. He then covered his mouth and turned abruptly when he saw that everything below Adam’s waist was missing. “John?” Mia stood up.
“Don’t come back here!” he ordered her.
John then turned around and grabbed Adam by the arms. “Sorry, man,” he whispered, as he shoved him back into the water.
The rigorous body fell back into the water and floated for a few seconds. John said a silent prayer for the man as his body began to float away. Then the massive maw of a shark erupted from the water and consumed the last bit of the poor survivor. John screamed as he ran back into the middle of the boat, followed by his friends. Mia stood behind John and Shanna stood behind her. Arizona stood behind her husband as all five of them saw what happened to the remainder of Adam.
“Somebody wake up McKay,” John whispered, “We need to get moving . . .NOW.”
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