Fantasy Island

Two of a Kind

Reminder: It is HIGHLY advisable that you read my other fan fiction on Fantasy Island or references in this story WILL confuse you.

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Butte

Scene 10

Once again only white walls and an unusually thick glass could be seen holding the man called Wayne. He was pacing back and forth; he'd heard the guards talking about Mark's death. It would have sent him into a wild fit; had he known who had actually dealt death to his minion., however; he simply waited for the other man Mark had called Butte to show up.

Butte was walking down the corridor. He was a large man, broad shoulders and hands whose fingers could easily wear a size 16 ring. Long dark hair and a beard matched the color of the clothing he wore. Deep green eyes guarded by thick eyebrows noticed everything.

Mark hadn't exaggerated; Roark had this place tightened down far too much for even him to break Wayne out. However; that wouldn't be an issue once he took the magistrate out. He has no help like he did when his wife, Cassandra was alive… Mark's words rang in his ears. Butte had doubled checked and sure enough, Cassie had died from the effects of being confined in that sorry of an excuse calling itself a house.

"About time you got here." Wayne snarled once Butte stepped inside.

"Watch your tone, or I won't help you." Butte waved at the prisoner as if he were swatting away a pesky fly. "And you know you need my help. No one else in this part of the world, or even this ,universe, is willing to mess with Roark." He actually found that quite odd, surely, he wasn't the only one able to deal with the likes of the magistrate. Nonetheless, he'd committed to do the job and looked at his new boss stating his demands when the job was finished. What Wayne said wasn't worth repeating and Butte turned to leave.

"Okay, okay, you can be second in command, just get me out of here." Wayne figured Butte was just another bully and could easily be taken care of once he'd done the job he'd been hired for.

Just have to get out of here first Wayne muttered in his head as he watched Butte leave.

Amy didn't need to see Butte leave to feel his presence as she sat on a rock. The wind blew in from the ocean, but it never reached the top of the hill, or even halfway up to where she sat with her legs pulled tight to her chest with her mouth twisting. The lady appeared to be doing nothing, when in reality she was mentally preparing for battle. Things had been jumping around far too much, and too fast, for her taste. Sighing, she shrugged the feeling off and focused on doing what needed to be done in order to deal with the fight she knew was coming.

"He's as honest as the day is long; we've been together a long time." Cassie lay with sweat profusely falling from her forehead. I never met his first wife, Helena, but I heard plenty about her." Mrs. Roark's face twisted in pain and left off the subject of her husband's first wife. "He'll find…me…" She then coughed and grasped her new friend's upper arm tightly and told her things which no one had ever heard her speak –other than Roark. "If I pull through, I beg of you do not repeat what I have just revealed."

"And if you don't?" Still more words –and another scene- from Amy's past continued to play.

"You're younger than I am. I've taught you everything I know, given you all the skills I am capable of teaching you. You're no longer the same person you were when you met me; might as well not even be of the same race. Go get Roark; he should have been here by now. Please, I beg of you, stay on the other side of the island. And don't leave it; unless it's major and even then come back as quickly as possible. Wayne's not going to sit back forever if Roark succeeds in rescuing me." Cassie had spoken a few more words before closing her eyes as footsteps could be heard outside.

"I promise, I will get out, get you help and not breath a word about this time frame to anyone or what I've become because of you; not even Roark." Amy had whispered those words before slipping out a back window Wayne thought too small for anyone to fit through. It was a promise she'd been released from, but one she'd managed –so far- to keep even if she doubted it would be for much longer.

"Sit there long enough and people will think you've turned to stone." Jenny rolled up in her chair and stopped by her friend .

"Good, maybe, they'll leave me alone." Amy wasn't trying to snap, but she did-which she quickly apologized for knowing she'd snapped because she felt her life was jumping around far too much, and she did not like that.

"Apology accepted, but what's wrong? You've been edgy all morning." Jenny was too busy adjusting herself in the chair she was now in to notice Roark standing off in the distance eyeing them, more like eyeing Amy very closely.

However, Jenny's friend saw him and let her shoulders drop just a little. The sight of him in his white suit –standing near people who had begun dancing to music- made words from the past she'd had read in a journal jump to her mind without her consciously calling them forth.

*I could be the man you came back to Fantasy Island for… No, she'd not come back for the same reasons Helena had, but she had come back for Roark just as much as for giving Jenny any fantasy. She wondered…. Amy stopped her mind from going anywhere further.

Amy, anyone in there?" Jenny softly tapped at the side of Amy's as her friend had turned away from looking in Roark's direction and had mindlessly looked towards the ocean.

"Yes, and right now they're annoyed." Amy did not snap this time, but failed to keep her eyes from narrowing her mouth turning slightly downward.

"Fine, fine, I'll leave you alone." Jennifer turned her chair and crossed the empty field towards the luau, passing by Roark as she did so. Amy was too far away to hear what the lady had said, but it wasn't hard to guess as Roark nodded his head towards Jenny and then headed her way.