Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the show lost that would be J.J. Abrams a lucky dude!
Authors Note: Hope u like, there is plenty more to come. Shall we begin…
The salesman handed Sawyer the gun, with a bit of uneasiness. "I have been doing this for a while and a man who buys a compact 357 with hollow point loads, he ain't looking to scare off steal, he's looking to kill. But when it comes down to it if he finds he doesn't have what it takes to do the job…" The salesman trailed off.
"Your sales pitch needs some work." Mumbled Sawyer, glaring at the man. The man seeing the expression on Sawyer's face lightened his tone.
"What I'm saying is, you look a man in the eye and you point a gun at him, and you find who you really are man. And if you find you're not a killer, there's no refund." Sawyer loaded the gun, it was ready. He glared back at the salesman.
"Won't be a problem." He didn't need this man telling him he couldn't do it. He needed to do this… for himself. There wasn't going to be a refund and he didn't want it. Sawyer pushed the gun into the inside pocket of his jacket. That way he could easily conceal it but also reach it. He walked his way out of the shop with fury. He was about to complete the task he had wanted to complete for so many long years. His eyes filled with water but he didn't dare let them spill. Instead they turned cold, full of his hatred. His shoes clacked across the dock as he made his way to his car. He knew where he was supposed to go, where he would find the man. He opened the door and slid into the car. He sat in the car for a moment full of thought and slammed his hands on the dashboard. "That Son of a bitch!" Then he turned on the ignition and turned the car into reverse and swerved out of the lot. He raced down the road. His face frozen in an unpleasant smirk. "Move your damn ass!" Yelled Sawyer at the car in front of him. He repeatedly honked the horn. The girl in front of him seemed flustered but didn't speed up. She had sandy blond hair to her shoulders. The red minivan was making him so angry. "Speed up!" He yelled his face red with anger.
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"Shannon, can't you speed up?" said Boone sitting in the passenger seat.
"No! God, now you, can't everybody just get off of my case!" She shouted at Boone.
"You know, you bring this upon yourself. I just can't believe you would do this to me. I worry about you and you steal from me, plus your damn boyfriend gives me a black eye! You are going to have some major Karma points.
"Get real Boone, of all times for me to get a conscience." The persistent honking continues behind their heated conversation. "God, who is this bastard!"
"Just move faster or let him pass." Replied Boone, who had an ice pack on his one eye. Shannon turned to Boone. She slowly let her foot off of the pedal making the car go extremely slow.
"Are you happy?" She glared at Boone. The man in the car behind them slammed his breaks. "Lets see who this bastard is?" Yelled Shannon rolling down her window so she could confront the guy. He pulled up alongside of her.
"You Bitch, what are you doing, trying to get me killed!" Yelled the man. His hair was all askew and his face was bright red filled with anger.
"Get off of my tail and stop with your damn road rage!" yelled Shannon in return. Boone shook is head.
"Sir, I'm real sorry about this." Said Boone. Shannon turned her eyes toward Boone.
"Shut up Boone." Yelled Shannon swerving the car making the other man yell out again.
"Just get your bitchy girlfriend here to let me pass, pretty boy." Said the man in return. "Bitch." Said the man before passing the car.
"Bastard!" yelled Shannon so the man could here her before returning her attention back toward the road. Boone sighed and rolled his eyes skyward as if saying, why me.
"Step sister." Whispered Boone.
"What?" asked Shannon realizing Boone was mumbling.
"You're my stepsister." Said Boone.
"Shut the hell up Boone." Shouted Shannon. The man got in front of them and Boone could see Shannon gripping the wheel her face in the same pissy expression she always had. "Don't you dare meddle in my affairs from now on." Said Shannon motioning toward Boone's black eye and the car in front of them. She smiled as she floored the pedal bringing them inches from hitting the man's car in front of them. The aggravated man yelled something in his car and glared back at the rearview mirror. "Yeah you like that buddy!" yelled Shannon sticking her middle finger up so the guys could see it smiling coldly. He just grew more aggravated and pushed on.
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