Hey to all the people still reading, thank you all
heres a special treat as i didn't update for so long.
LOTS AND LOTS OF THANX TO ALEX FROM MORRI SCUM (HIS WORDS NOT MINE) FOR HIS LOTS OF HELP WITH THE MEAN GUY CHARACTER.
and thanx again Jac Danvers for the reviewness :P
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oh quick warning its a bit darker in thish chappie, but enjoy :P
"Talk about what?" The feeling of dread crept throughout Sophie's stomach.
He chuckled deep in his throat; it was a laugh where there was very little noise, where the air being forced from the nose was the prevailing noise, his lip arching slightly on the right.
This only increased the fear resonating in the air.
"Not here. I'm going to put this hood on you, and you're going to come with me lass."
She actually managed a small laugh, "And what makes you think I'll do that?"
He smirked when he heard a nearby bush rustle. "Walk outside, now!" He startled her, and she quickly started to walk forward, the feeling of the gun in her lower back strong incentive to do so.
Once stood outside of the hanging roots she heard the rustling as well, and was silently praying for it to be Locke, or even Jack, just someone who would save her.
"Sophie, Sophie where are you?" She didn't immediately recognise the voice, but when Eric came through the clearing, her heart froze.
'BANG!'
Whatever she expected to happen, that wasn't it.
She looked helplessly into his widening eyes as she saw the life drain out of them, his white shirt becoming rapidly crimson, surrounding the bullet hole through his heart.
"If your not gonna cooperate with me, there will be a lot more deaths. Now, I'm going to put this hood on you."
"Eric." She barely whispered. What could she do? If she didn't agree he could hurt any of the other survivors. He just killed Eric in cold blood, to make a point. She was paralyzed in fear.
She closed her eyes, and nodded her head, hating herself for doing so but not seeing any other choice.
He laughed again, his cold laugh sending a chill down her spine. Her unknown enemy stepped closer behind her, wrapped the strip of blue cloth around her mouth, tying the knot tightly and pulled the scratchy burlap sack over her head. His warm hands grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back, tying them securely.
"Can't have those search parties hearing you, can we?" even though muffled she could still hear the slight Scottish twang in his voice. She once again felt the presence of his gun in her lower back. "Walk!"
"Miss Fortis? Miss Fortis? Are you okay?" Sophie shook her head to clear the daze and focused on the young female officer in front of her.
"Sophie, my name's Ana Lucia and I just need to ask you a few questions about your dad." Sophie looked up into the soft eyes of the young LA cop. "I know this is difficult but I wanted to ask a few questions about your dad."
"Thank you for coming down here to talk." She pulled up a chair opposite Sophie in the well lit interrogation room.
"No problem, but can we get this over with, I want to get back to my mum, she's not holding up very well." She took a small sip of water from the plastic cup in front of her.
"Sure. I was just wondering if you knew about his job; what it involved, where he worked, etc."
"Errm… I know he worked in the Keota building in town, but beyond that... He never really talked about his work."
"What was he doing coming home that early in the afternoon?"
"He was coming home to….. Spend some time with me… Are you saying that it was because he was coming home for me??"
"No I'm not saying that Miss Fortis. I just needed to know if something had happened at work."
"Why, what's all this about? His death was an accident wasn't it?" She was getting quite distressed.
"I'm just following up on all of the background information. But right now, yes, his death has been officially ruled as accidental."
She had been walking for at least ten minutes, she was breathing heavily through her nose, trying to ease the panic in the pit of her stomach.
The sack did nothing to help her situation, restricting not only her vision but the amount of oxygen. The sack was warm and humid, and the abrasive surface was irritating her skin.
The gun had long been removed from her back, but the threat of the intimidating man was constantly present.
She felt his strong hand grip her shoulder and stop her movements. The sack was roughly pulled from her head and the gag pulled down. She breathed deeply the now freely available air and raised her eyes to look at the pink sky of the now setting sun.
She looked back at her captor who was now standing five feet in front of her. He was as intimidating as his voice. He was tall, approximately six foot two, and very muscular, but not overly so.
He had short, shaven hair and lightly tanned skin, but his eyes where the most interesting feature. They where a mixture of blue and green with a coloboma, a small blemish, at the top of his left iris. His eyes seemed to pierce hers and search for the truth within her. And it terrified her.
"Right I'm going to start off easy. My name's Ballantyne, these" He gestured around him. "Are who you call, The Others. Now, Name" His gravely voice traveled straight through her.
Her eyes wandered off and looked around her absorbing her surroundings for the first time. She saw people holding torches in a circle around her, cutting off any hope of escape, not that she would attempt annoying the big guy with the gun.
"I do not like to repeat myself. What's your name?" He was still softly spoken, yet he spoke in such a manner that Sophie knew she had no choice but to answer.
"Sophie… Sophie Roux."
The large oak door to her fathers study slowly opened with a creak and Sophie gradually stepped through the doorway.
She walked across to her father's desk and opened the drawers, looking through them, but finding them all empty.
'Where are all his files?' She had seen him filing before when she was younger but rarely stepped into his office since she was eight.
She opened the last drawer and found it also empty. 'That's strange; he never touched his old files.'
Then a thought occurred to her, the secret drawer under the desk, she could never open it as a child, it was always really stiff.
She reached under the desk and pulled the drawer down, and pulled it out.
Inside was a single file marked 'Triceratops.'
"What?" She reached down and opened the file. Inside there was a symbol on a sheet of paper. It was a circle surrounded by eight parallelograms, each made up of three lines. In the center of the circle was the word 'DHARMA'
He lifted his gun so it was aimed at Sophie. "We both know that you're lying, so unless you want to die, Sophie, I suggest you tell me your real name."
She exhaled deeply "My… My name is Fortis, Sophie Mari Fortis"
He lowered the gun. "Good Girl." He took a step towards her, and she instinctively shuffled back slightly. "Now tell me, what do you know about your father?"
"My dad? Why do you want to know about him?" She felt herself calming ever so slightly, and was trying to grasp onto even the small amount of courage she felt.
"Where did he work?"
"He worked in an office, he was just one of those professional types" He strode towards her and aimed the gun at her forehead from about three feet away.
"See, I don't like liars Sophie. Where did he work?" his voice was cold and dangerous.
"He worked in L.A. in the Keota building." Her wrists where starting to burn from the abrasion of the ropes.
He smirked and lowered the gun slightly. "Who did he work for?"
"I…I don't know, he never told me." The gun was once again raised and aimed between her eyes.
"I said WHO DID HE WORK FOR?!"
"I don't know, I don't know, I swear." He pressed the gun into her forehead.
"Last chance. Who. Did. He. Work. For?"
She was shaking in fear and she could feel the authority in his voice. "Gerald DeGroot, he worked for Gerald DeGroot."
She stood breathing deeply, trying to regain her strength. When the gun was removed she sighed and felt her stomach flip.
"Get down on your knees." She looked up into his eyes.
"What?"
"Get down" He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down, causing a small whimper to escape her lips. "On your knees"
He walked behind her and pulled the sack back over her head.
"Seeing as you know too much, it would be too much of an inconvenience to keep you around." She once again heard the horrifying click of the gun.
She tightly closed her eyes, and waited for the inevitable. Shaking and breathing heavily. desperately trying to catch her breath in the damp smelling hood.
When it hadn't come for a few minutes she slowly opened her eyes, when she heard a familiar voice she couldn't help but feel relieved.
"Who's there?" it was Locke.
"Locke? Oh thank god." He pulled the sack off and pulled her up. Boone wrapped his arms around her, to help her stop shaking, while Locke cut the ropes on her wrists.
"What happened? Are you all right?" Locke was looking at the terror in her eyes.
"I'm fine, I'm… Just a bit shaken. Why where you out here? Not that I'm complaining." she embraced Boone, the feeling of comfort with him reassuring her.
"We went looking for Clair, we where on our way back for supplies."
"You haven't found her yet?" After all that had happened; she still couldn't shake the fear for her friend.
Boone looked down into her eyes, once again reassuring her. "Don't worry we'll find her"
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