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"So, once water is added to the bicarbonate we will get our very own volcanic reaction." Explained Mrs. Goodspeed to the class of uniformed Dharma students. Her blonde bob flounced as she poured water over the model volcano. Benjamin Linus watched as foamy white lava surmounted the paper Mache mold. The girl sitting next to him raised her hand.
"Yes, Annie?"
"Did that ever happen to the volcano on this island?"
"Exactly, Annie." Olivia Goodspeed cooed. "But that was a very, very long time ago."
A few groans overtook the room as the feigned volcano spluttered out lame foam streaks.
"Now, I know it's not lava, but-" Olivia paused as sirens filled the room. Calmly, she looked around and instructed the children to take cover. Grabbing for her rifle she pointed to the back door, nodding to Annie.
"Annie- lock the back door please."
Ben merely sat, blue eyes vacant and wide, watching the scene unfold in front of him. Through the windows he could see dazed faculty with rifles shuffling around the courtyard.
"Ben- come on, honey- you've got to move." The kind voice of Mrs. Goodspeed bombarded Ben, and he felt a warm hand wrap around his arm and tug him to the corner. Annie let go and gave a nervous smile. " Don't worry- it's just the hostiles." She looked outside for reconciliation. "You'll be ok."
The sound of an explosion rocked their ears. Ben gasped as he heard cries from outside- not explicably sure which side they derived from. He adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses and looked silently from Annie to Mrs. Goodspeed to the windows above, as the vaulted windows flew down and bolted. Ben could feel his heart drumming in his chest, and as he looked down, he felt more at ease- for Annie's hand rested on his own.
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Juliet's mouth quivered, partially in fear, partially in sadness, as Harper dabbed a paper napkin at the tea spill on the rug. Ben had taken her to her doom, just as Harper had predicted, showing her to Goodwin, a wooden stake through his heart. His face was as fleshy stone, a lover lifeless and cold.
Take as much time as you need, Juliet.
Now Juliet tearfully sat on the floor, cradling her knees in her arms. Harper knew, and no tears pricked at her eyes, only a soft sigh of a tired housewife. With meticulous nature, she dotted the stain and quickly walked into the kitchen as though she had learned her husband had picked up another stray woman.
Ben had intensfully explained to Juliet her place on the island. He had informed her who she was, and who she belonged to.Ben.
You're mine.
Juliet shook the thought from her mind, trying to force tears of grievance over Goodwin's death- out her eyes. None came. Only the thought of what Harper had said.
"You look just like her."