Okay, I really do dislike the cliffhanger from the last chapter, so I don't want to leave you with that. I edited it but you don't have to reread it, it's just the last part.
"Wh-what?" Lisa asked, tripping over her words in her shock.
"Well, seeing as how you're the island whore, I just figured I could get a run from you, you know, before I killed you."
"You're disgusting!" Lisa spat.
Jackson growled and backhanded her, losing control.
"You know, Leese, I'm getting sick of your constant insults. I'm doing you a favor by not letting you starve to death on this god-forsaken island, and all you do it bitch about it."
"A favor?" Lisa screeched, "You're torturing me and then plan on killing me, how the hell do you get off thinking that you're doing good?"
Jackson thought about it a moment and smiled, his eyes cold.
"I suppose you're right," he said simply.
Xxx
Kate swore as she tripped over a thick tree root for the third time in the past hour. Sawyer grabbed her are and pulled her up before she completely lost her balance and she thought she could see a tiny smile on his mouth, but couldn't be sure before he turned back to the path. They had been walking for God only knew how long, and found nothing. Everyone was starting to lose hope, but nobody wanted to be the one to say it. They knew the excursion was less than sure, but they had hoped to find a clue by then.
Kate slowed down straining her ears for a sound. She glanced quickly to her left, and saw a body moving quickly behind them. She reached for her gun and kept walking. Looking over at Sayid, she saw him nod at her. He saw it too. She read his lips, "three." She counted to three in her head, and quickly spun towards the body. Her heart sped up and then slowed down as she saw Danielle Rousseau walk towards them, her hands by her side, but her body stiff.
"I saw the woman being taken towards the Black Rock. There was only one with her, and I believe it is unguarded. However, the man with her was armed and moving quickly. You must hurry."
Jack looked at Sayid for confirmation, and he nodded.
"We have no other leads to go on. If we continue the way we are now, it could be days before we find even a trace of her."
Jack looked back to Rousseau, but she had left the way she came. The group changed course and headed to the abandoned ship.
Xxx
Lisa pushed herself into the box she was propped up against, trying to squirm away from Jackson. This proved to be difficult as her arms were behind her back and her ankles were tied together. Her shoes slid helplessly against the slippery floor, not letting her move more than a few inches backwards.
Jackson advanced on her, his Ka-bar glinting in the sun peeking through the wrecked roof of the ship. He grabbed her shoulders to hold her still and knelt down next to her, his eyes resembling ice. He reached down and placed the knife down behind the collar of her shirt. Lisa shivered when the cool steel touched her skin, and again when she realized what would have to happen to make it warm. With a quick jerk, Jackson cut into the shirt, exposing more of Lisa's chest. He pressed the knife to the scar on her upper body, and put some more pressure on it. Lisa whimpered when blood bubbled up from the new wound.
"So, the man who did this to you…" Jackson began casually, putting more pressure onto the wound slowly, "I have a confession to make. I think I know him. See there's this man in my line of work. He's great at what he does, but he bores easily. So he gets his kicks, well, you know. Anyway, he was stationed in your area during that time. But he does so many women that he couldn't remember when I asked him about you. You must not have been good."
Lisa's eyes widened more at each word Jackson uttered, filling with tears. She leaned to her side to be sick, but the knife dug into her chest at the sudden movement, and lengthened the wound.
"So Lisa, what's the deal here? You give a little and pull away or what?" Jackson whispered in her ear and holding her tightly.
Lisa avoided his eyes and looked past him when he pulled back to look at her. She noticed a movement at the entrance of the boat and stiffened. Would Jackson really let the Others watch her die? In a split second decision, she realized that she couldn't give them the satisfaction of her giving up.
"Let go of me now, Jack."
"I don't think so," he hissed. Savagely, he kissed her neck, ripping her shirt. The crates that Lisa was leaning on dug into her back and she felt her skin break and warmth spreading down her back. She squeezed her eyes shut in pain and struggled against Jackson, who was now bearing down on her with all of his strength, devouring her viciously. Her hands were crushed under her own weight as she was pushed onto her back, and she felt a finger break; she didn't know which one as they all felt like they were on fire.
Jackson stopped kissing her and let out a deep breath, obviously proud of himself. He let himself rest on top of Lisa, his face smothered in her neck and his full weight pressing down on her. Lisa repeated a mantra over and over again in her head, It will all be over soon. The "It will never happen again" slogan didn't exactly help her out, so she decided she needed a new one.
Until Jackson didn't move again.
Lisa struggled and rolled over, pushing Jackson off of her. He rolled onto his back and she saw a pool of red flow out from underneath him. His eyes were open and his face held his usual look of practiced boredom, but his mouth was slightly open.
Lisa had no idea what had happened, and she looked around frantically for the source of the attack. She quickly tried to loosen her bonds, but found them tied securely. Pushing
back up against the boxes, she filed the ropes against the box corner, ignoring the burn on her wrists. They slowly frayed and ripped apart, allowing Lisa to untie her legs.
She stayed low, afraid that the shooter was still out there, and grabbed Jackson's Ka-bar with a shaking hand.
Did the Others turn on Jackson? Was it even the Others? Jack would have come in by now, it wasn't any of us.
Crouching down, she made her way to the opening of the ship. She was sure that the sound of her heart ramming against her ribcage would give away her position to anyone wanting to find her. She pressed herself against the wall and looked outside, trying to see any movement in the jungle whatsoever. She looked up at the sky, wondering what time it was, and almost jumped back in surprise when she saw an enormous black cloud of…something above her head. Her hand gripped the knife tighter, irrationally thinking that the small steel blade could fend of a cloud of swirling darkness.
Fortunately, the formation moved closer, as if only to inspect her, and then rushed away, leaving Lisa with something she figured would be permanent confusion. The snap of a branch in the jungle caused her to jolt back to attention, and she whipped back behind the wall, holding her breath. She let it out when she heard Sawyer curse, and looked tentatively around the side. Sawyer, Kate, Jack and Sayid were approaching the boat, weapons drawn and ready to fight.
Trying to get up, Lisa realized she couldn't, and sufficed to crawling weakly into view of the group. Sawyer was the first to see her, and didn't make a remark when he did. Instead, he called out to Jack, who was starting to circle around the ship, and briskly walked over, but backing off when Lisa shrunk away from him. She wasn't scared of him, per se, but she certainly didn't want him touching her.
She breathed a sigh of relief when Jack came over and promptly picked her up, not saying a word. Kate smiled at her and she smiled back, glad to have someone she trusted there with her. That's when it hit her: this was the first time she had ever completely trusted someone in almost three years.
And it felt amazing.
Okay people! This, I believe, is the penultimate chapter of my little story. I apologize for the choppiness of the updating system, but that's how it goes sometimes. From here on out, though, I think I'll write a whole story and then post it little by little so it's consistent. Anyway, reviews are fab! (heh, "fab")