Jimmy POV

I ran full speed out of the church, almost tripping over planks of wood as the roof of the church caught fire and started crumbling down. I made a sharp right and heard a gunshot fired right behind me. Wakefield had called "Henry", had said "she's getting away,", he was talking to him, not trying to kill him like he'd almost done to me, run me through with a boarding knife. They were in it together, Henry was the accomplice, Henry was Wakefield's kid. Henry was Mrs. Mill's long lost child, Henry was Abby's half brother. It was all Henry, why he hadn't been with Trish, why Wakefield had gotten out of his cell, why he'd said he wasn't with Sully when the coast guard had said they'd been together…

I couldn't wrap my head around the concept. Henry thought it was me… Rather, he tried to frame me, tried to make it look like I was the one killing innocent people… I'd known Henry since we were kids, not knowing him well until I'd started hanging out with Abby, and even more when we'd started dating…

Abby, Abby was still out there alone, and Henry and Wakefield were still alive. I ran around the woods, screaming and calling and yelling at the top of my lungs, "Abby! Abby! ABBY!" I cried over and over again. There was no response. Maybe I'd gone too far, Maybe I'd run past her, or in the wrong direction. She was supposed to light the flair, but I could see the helicopters still heading towards the marina above me, and I'd used the flair on Wakefield. Maybe I could catch them, maybe I could get to them before they left the marina again without us.

It was getting dark, and my ribs were aching, I was sure I'd broken one or two in my fight against Wakefield. He'd been so strong… How did a ghost have time to get a decent workout in? I kept running, limping halfway on my right leg, falling constantly on the above ground roots hidden beneath the fall leaves. I wasn't going to make it to the marina anytime soon, I was on the complete opposite side of the island. Finally, I couldn't run anymore. My breathing was ragged and my bones ached, I slowed to a walk. Fatigue was getting to me, I hadn't slept in days, since the night Abby had stayed over. Even the night after that, the night of Thomas Wellington's murder, I couldn't sleep, after the events of the day.

I collapsed on the floor of the dark woods, there were no stars, no moon, only dark clouds to make the sky seem darker. I tried to crawl, Abby in my mind. What if Henry had gotten to her? She was obviously been Henry's target, since Wakefield had been dealing with me, when he'd said "Henry, she's getting away," it was Henry's job to find her.

What could possibly have been Henry's motivation? That he would kill his brother, his friends, his girlfriend, his old friends from the island, and his best friend? Why would he find it necessary to whack everyone he knew? Even if Wakefield was his father, how could he find it in him to kill dozens of people? He'd been raised by nice folks, the Dunns were always friendly, had decent money, enough to come to an Island to a big old summer house on the ocean every season.

What had happened to him, how did he find out about his biological father, when did he decide that he was going to eliminate everyone in his life? These questions, all faded with Abby's face in my head as I finally crashed from exhaustion on the floor of the forest.

When I woke up, I was stiff, all my bones felt as if they'd been twisted and contorted like I'd been doing some advanced kind of Japanese yoga for hours. I tried to stretch, but I couldn't, my arms couldn't move. I tried my legs, those worked, but I couldn't find the strength to heave myself off of the cold cement floor…

The last thing I remembered was collapsing in the woods, nowhere near cement, I tried to open my eyes wider, to see more clearly. When I couldn't, I heaved a sigh. Or I tried; all I got in me was a bunch of dust. My mouth was gagged with an old cloth, and as my taste buds woke up, I could finally taste how awful it was. I coughed out, only to inhale more dust. I shook my head, and tried to make my eyes work again. This time they focused on a small room. It looked like an old tool shed, a red box was on a workbench, gasoline and WD40 was on the shelf in the back, and a door in the corner with a window next to it told me that there was too much overcast to be sure of the time.

I tried to make my head work this time, remembering that Abby and I had found Henry… we'd gone to the church, and Wakefield was there. Henry and him had been together… I'd fought Wakefield… and Abby had escaped the church. Henry and Wakefield were still out there, with Abby, and for all I knew, she was g- no. I wouldn't think like that. I couldn't, just the idea of thinking about it hurt and made my eyes swell up with tears. I'd gone without her for seven years, possibly the worst time in my life. I'd almost lost her again in the tunnels, and in the church, I couldn't lose her again.

I realized, that the only two people that could have done this to me, were Henry or Wakefield. Maybe both of them together, which meant that they were out and at large. If the Coast guard had come, they hadn't found me. Henry or Wakefield would have to have told them, and they hadn't found me, which meant that they hadn't caught the two murderers.

So I sat staring at the wall, for hours it felt like, praying for the first time since second grade when my mom had finally pulled me out of Sunday School with Reverend Fane. I prayed for Abby, that she was okay, and that she'd gotten away from Henry. The possibility that she was alright was slim, Henry must have caught up with her, she couldn't have gotten all the way the Marina with him behind her, and she hadn't set off the flair. But still, I prayed.

Oh god, oh please, please god, let Abby be alright, let her be alive. I repeated it over and over in my head until I got a headache, and even then, I started chanting to myself, Please be okay, Please be okay. It might've been five hours before I hear a creak coming from the door, and opened my eyes.

Henry walked in, his eyes dark and brows furrowed at me. My breathing picked up and I pulled my knees up to me, trying to back away from the sociopath that I'd thought was my friend… till he'd tried to blame me for what he'd been doing and almost shot me.

"Hi Jimmy," he took a step closer to me. The move made my heart race. Where was Abby? Did Wakefield have her? I groaned. "I gotta say, you got pretty far out for how banged up you are. A lot happened in the twenty minutes that you were running." I hyperventilated, I hated preliminaries, where was Abby? "I killed my dad, yeah he had to go" he stated, looking down at my shocked face. "And I got Abby…" Oh god no, he got her. He got Abby. He got Abby. Tears started rolling down my face before I was even aware of it. "And the coast guard came and went, they think we're all dead. So, I guess it's just you and me here for a while." Henry grabbed a folding chair from the opposite corner of the room, dragged it over, popped it open, and sat down, watching me shudder and convulse at the news that he'd just murdered the only girl I ever loved. "I'm curious though, would you really have died for her?" Henry stared "Back in the church, when you'd told her to run and get out, would you really have died to save her life?"

I groaned again and nodded my head, banging it again and again against the post I was tied to. I was shaking all over, and I would have collapsed to the ground again, hadn't I been handcuffed. Abby couldn't be gone, couldn't be gone, I'd promised that they couldn't have her, that I would never leave her alone, and what had I just done? I'd broken both of those promised in less than two hours. My insides were screaming, and for a wild second, I wondered if this was how Darth Vader felt when he'd found out he'd killed his wife. I'd as good as killed her, I'd left her alone, I'd let her run out by herself. I hadn't been able to find her, and I'd let Henry Dunn kill her.

The psycho in question was smiling at me, big and wide. I started to yell at him with the gag still in my mouth, it came out muffled and even I couldn't understand what I was saying, but I screamed at him till my throat couldn't yell any longer, only to have him laugh in my face.

"I guess that answers the question," he chortled to himself. "Well, I'll be going now. I have a few plans for you before I kill you though, so don't worry, you've still got a couple of hours, maybe even a whole day, to wallow in your misery." As he turned around, he paused. He turned around on his heel facing me again, and marched toward me. I cringed as I saw him pull his arm back and let it snap back. The blow hit me in the face, maybe unhinging my jaw. I waited for the second blow coming from his foot at he kicked me in the rib that already felt broken.

But even this, even the blow after blow that he threw at me, was nothing compared to how my heart felt. The rest of me was numb, the only thing I could feel was the emptiness inside my chest.

When Henry finally left, I sunk down, slouching against the pole. I was still crying, but my sobs were becoming less pronounced. It seemed that I was losing the tears to shed. I was running out of salt water in my eyes, they'd almost all been spent. So I just sat, thinking of Abby, and wondering- as I had many times in the past seven years- what would have happened if Wakefield hadn't come to the Island, and if Abby had stayed with me on the Island. I imagined that we would have gone on multiple camping trips, that we'd spend countless nights lying down in the back of my blue truck, that we would have kept dating, and Abby wouldn't have gone off to college. I imagined proposing to her, as I'd always known I'd end up doing, even in seventh grade I'd been set on marrying Abby. The hugest of crushes had ended in the worst of heart breaks. I imagined her saying yes, and seeing her walk down the aisle dressed in white. But as soon as I pictured her in the church, I saw in up in flames, with Wakefield and Henry running at both of us, stabbing us to death and watching us parish.

I began to cry softly this time, and just sat. I did was Henry told me to, I wallowed in my misery.

This isn't my first Jimmy Abby fanfic, But I think it's my favorite so far. Next Chapter: The end of Harper's Island episode 13, when Abby finds Jimmy, and says goodbye, and when they leave the island. R&R please!