AN: This was inspired by Wensday's previews for next week. My story is about how the others attack and the castaway's reactions to it. Please R&R!
Part One
Kate chose to run.
Dodging through the jungle, the wet leaves stuck to the bottoms of her tennis shoes and the braches snagged in her hair.
Her heart was beating wildly and her legs threatened to give out. But she never stopped, never looked back.
She was born to run, it was in her nature. All she had to do was make sure she ran faster.
Some tried to take a stand.
Jack, Michael and Sayid, all armed with guns, stood at the tree-line, firing at the others. All the other castaways ran blindly into the jungle, screaming. Falling was not an option: if you did, either the others would kill you or you would be trampled to death underfoot.
Sayid was the first to go. Seeing Shannon stumble, he rushed over to her and yanked her back on her feet. He pushed her into the safety of the trees.
"RUN!" he yelled. It was the last thing he ever said.
Locke was a smart man. He knew there was no way to out run or out-shoot the others.
Rounding up all the people he could, Locke led them quickly and silently through the massive forest, leaving the sounds of the brawl behind.
Upon reaching the clearing, the door to the hatch sprang open. It had been expecting them.
A blinding white light seeped out, illuminating the surrounding trees and the faces of the terrified people.
One by one, the small group climbed down into the unknown. First Claire and her baby, followed by Charlie. Next went Sun and Jin, who had a broken arm. Hurley scuttled down after them.
Looking around him, Locke silently said good-bye to the world he had known on the island. Stepping down into the light, the door to the hatch slammed itself shut, sealing out all evil forever.
Michael turned his head away from the sight of Sayid's dead body sprawled on the sand. He knew that Jack was to his left, missing his head and arms.
Taking his hand off his stomach, he fixed his ever-darkening gaze on the blood that was smeared on it.
Two bullets to the stomach, he thought That's all it takes…that's all i-…
Kate couldn't do it anymore. She had to rest a minute.
Doubling over, she tried to breath, but all that happened was that she choked even more and had to straighten up.
Dizziness overcame her, and she fell….
Right into Sawyer's arms.
Kate screamed when he first touched her, but after seeing who it was, she calmed down.
Without saying a word, the Southern man took her hand and started pulling her down the path, deeper into the jungle.
Kate went willingly. It was time to run again.
The others surveyed the damage. They had successfully wiped out the threat.
Of course, there were some that had escaped, but they posed no problem. The majority of them were gone, and that's all that mattered.
A sudden wave of excitement went through the crowd. Their master was coming.
Walt marched into the ring of others; making no effort to avoid stepping on the dead bodies of the people he had once called his friends.
Looking around at all the death and destruction, Walt chuckled. Eliminated. His plan had worked perfectly.
His foot brushed against something, and he glanced down at it. Shannon's disembodied head stared blankly up at him, her mouth still stretched in a silent scream. He wondered vaguely what it would be like to die.
Clearing his throat, the boy began to address the others.
"Good work, gentlemen. Your honorable deeds will not go unnoticed. We have accomplished much, but we still have a long ways to go."
Twisting his face into an evil grin, Walt thrust his fist into the air.
"To the hatch!" he cried.
"TO THE HATCH!" the others screamed, beating their chests and gnashing their teeth.
Walt began to lead the way through the trees, the bloodthirsty others tramping behind him.
AN: For all those that are confused, here is what happened to all the main characters:
Sawyer and Kate: Ran, still alive
Locke, Charlie, Sun, Jin, Hurley, Claire and her baby: Hid in the hatch, still alive
Jack, Michael and Sayid- Fought, died
Shannon- Ran, killed
Walt- Leader of the others, ordered the killing of the castaways
