The Captive
Summary: Isis is running through the jungle when she is swept up by one of Rousseau's net traps. Sayid is walking through the jungle when he finds her, suspicious that she might be an other he knocks her unconscious and takes her back to the beach where she is held Captive….(pretend that when the oceanic 6 went back it was normal time)
Sayid
It has been 2 weeks since the plane to Guam crashed back on this godforsaken island. Everywhere I go I am bombarded by memories of Shannon, there is no escape. At least when we were in the real world (and that's how I think of it) I could move to another country, avoid Nadia and I's familiar spots, but this place….this place is so goddamned small! It feels like we never left; besides the new faces everything is almost the same. The sense of helplessness, the anger, it's all back. My only escape is the jungle, where I can wallow in self-pity, let myself go. I must be the most unlucky man in the world. I was forced to torture my first love and when I helped her to escape I lost her for a very long time. I crashed on an island and fell in love with a beautiful girl and she loved me, but she was killed because she had to prove herself to me. I finally got off the island and found my original true love only for her to be killed. While on a mission to avenge her death I fell in love again but she turned out to be working for the man who had my wife killed and before I could stop her for good she shot me. As I drowned my sorrows at the bar a lovely lady offered herself to me but she turned out to be working against me too and handcuffed me when we went up to the room. While taking me back to her boss we ended up on the same plane as the rest of the oceanic 6, and of course, it crashed on the same island I'd tried so hard to escape. I pressed my eyes with my fists, willing my eyes to shed tears, but as hard as I tried all I got was a nasty headache.
I snapped my head up, immediately alert to every noise. What was that? I'd heard a sort of swoosh, and then, I thought, a muffled cry. Rousseau had been dead a while, but a few of her traps could've remained. I slowly rose to my feet and crept through the dense jungle. I peered around the tree and saw a young lady struggling about in a net. My first instinct was to go and cut her down, but the memory of the last person I had cut down from one of Rousseau's nets stopped me in my tracks. I involuntarily stepped back at the memory and my foot crushed a twig. The young girl in the net stopped wriggling, "who…whose there?" she breathed. I stepped out of the shadows and she sighed in relief. "Oh, thank you, thank you," she murmured "please, help me out of here." I just stared. Her eager smile faded, "aren't you going to help?" she asked feebly. "Who are you," I coldly responded. Her smile was replaced with fear "I'm Isis," she stammered. "And how did you come to be here?" I inquired emotionlessly. "I-I don't know," she muttered. I nodded and simply said "Sorry," before cutting her down and knocking her out in one swift motion. I'd let the rest of them deal with this one.
Isis
I groaned and fluttered my eyes. Oh God, my head hurt. I tried to raise my hand to rub the grit from my eyes but I couldn't. Suddenly, I remembered. "Unhhhh," I let my head sink back to the sand. I had remembered waking up in the middle of the jungle not knowing where I was or how I'd gotten there. I had started running, I heard something, I think. Then I remembered tripping on a rock and suddenly, swoosh, I was in the air. I was in some sort of person sized net, I remember the burn of the thick rope rubbing across me as I tried to wriggle free. All of the sudden I had heard a noise in the jungle. Bravely, I had called out, and I couldn't have been happier to see a man come out of the jungle, finally someone to cut me down and tell me where I was. I remember starting to get scared when he made no move to help. The last thing I remember is him apologizing and then…darkness. I closed my eyes and sighed, then opened them again, damn, everything was still there. I struggled my way into a sitting position and peered around. I was in some sort of tent, there was sand under me and I could smell salt. My hands were tied behind my back with rope that felt similar to the rope the net was made from. I tried to free my hands, but whoever tied it was pretty good at knots. I carefully crawled to the tent flap and looked out. At first I stagger back, the light is blinding, but eventually my eyes adjust. Looking back out I see only a few people and all of them have their backs to me. I struggle to my feet and carefully creep out. When I see the jungle, I take off hoping to get there before I'm noticed. Just as I reach the jungle I hear shouts behind me, but I don't stop to look back, I run as fast someone with no hands to balance them can. Until finally I trip and go stumbling down a small hill. When I reach the bottom I stagger to my feet and crawl into a large bush. I lay silent for what seemed like an eternity, my heart pounding as I listen to the voices get nearer and nearer. Soon they reach the clearing where I am hiding. 2 men argue back and forth as they comb the jungle, 1 I recognize as the Arab guy who knocked me out and the other is tall and muscular with an intricate tattoo sprawled across his bicep. Their voices fade away as they stride off and I let out a sigh of relief. Suddenly I am seized and dragged out of the bushes by a tall blonde man. I scream in terror and thrash wildly. "Shit," the man curses in a strong southern accent. The other 2 come running back and hold me down while Blondie ties my feet together. Tattoo guy hoists me up over his shoulder as I continue to scream, spit and curse, anything to make it harder for my kidnappers. They bear me silently, except for Blondie who is chuckling softly to himself. They carry me back to the beach and Tattoo Guy dumps me in the sand and holds me while the Arab guy unties my hands and then ties them around a thin tree at the edge of the jungle. The Arab guy stands back and walks into the crowd of people gathered around by now. Tattoo guy moves his hands down to my ankles and pauses to look into my eyes. My face is streaked with tears and I bite my lip to stop the dam from bursting. He looks back down and unties my ankles out of pity. Quick as a flash I jerk my foot up and it connects to his nose, which immediately gushes blood. I glare around as he stumbles back and see Blondie standing to the side laughing loudly, he walks over and catches my flailing legs and ties them back up. I lower my head, trying to shrink from the humiliation of being tied up like a beast in front of other human beings. One by one everyone drifts away, Tattoo guy in the arms of a petite brunette chick. Finally only Blondie remains. Peeling what looks like a mango with a long knife, he glances my way and catches me staring. "Hungry sweet heart?" he drawls. I look away but my stomach betrays me. Blondie laughs and saunters over. I turn my head but he just grabs it and tries to pry open my mouth, I won't budge. He pinches my nose and as I gasp for breath he shoves the fruit into my mouth. I mean to spit it into his face but the sticky sweet juice slides down my throat and my body takes over, I swallow that piece and tired of fighting open my mouth willingly. This continues until all that's left is a trail of sticky juice running down my chin. Blondie wipes his hands on his pants and sits down on the grass. "I'm Sawyer," he says, "and the man who you gave a bloody nose is Jack," he chuckles lightly to himself before going on, "the guy who found you, that's Sayid." I remain silent and wriggle around trying to find a comfortable position. "And this is where you introduce yourself," he says. I pause my restless wiggling to give him a glare, "Isis," I say coldly, the effect ruined by my hoarse voice. "Ahh, she speaks," he drawls, "I was beginning to think you could only scream and curse," I glare at him and turn my head, tuning him out to get as good a rest as one tied to a tree can.