Chapter 1
Hi. This is my first Lost fic! It's been in the works for a while, let me know what you think!
They were just getting fire wood. Michael, Walt and Jack. Walt was learning how to chop the wood. He was actually enjoying himself. Then they heard it. A rustle in the trees, a whisper in the wind. All action stopped. They didn't see them coming, before they knew it, each were being man-handled, shouting at those they could hardly see in the dark.
"Leave my son alone!" He shouted as loud as possible, hoping someone from the camp will hear. Mike tried to slam his shoulder into the person holding him, getting a fist to the stomach as a result, hearing Walt shout out to him. The grunts to his left suggested that Jack had tried something similar, and received the same treatment. Both men were now on the ground, a bag now over their heads, hands tied at their front, listening to Walt shout out to his father. Someone must hear them? No sooner had Mike thought this when he heard movement through the trees.
"Leave them alone, or we shoot you." It was Sayid. He sounded deadly, silence fell all around them. He said we, but on-one else speaks.
"No, you won't. You shoot me, they kill the boy. Right here, right now."
"No!" Mike heard his voice – mixed with Jack's - before he could stop himself. Earning them both a kick to the stomach. Through the pain, Mike heard the thud of a gun hitting the floor. Clearly, the Others were winning.
"What are you doing, put it down." Sawyer's voice was recognisable instantly. Of all the people, it was Sawyer. Even though Mike couldn't see it, he knew it was Sawyer's gun that had hit the floor.
"I'd listen to the Hick. Put it down Sayid, or we kill him in front of his father."
The silence that followed was scary. Mike lay still, dreading what came next. But all he heard was the thud of a second gun. He released the breath he didn't know he was holding. Next, two grunts of pain as knees were driven into Sayid and Sawyer's stomachs, they audibly fell to the floor.
"We did what you asked, let the boy g-." Sawyer's ask was cut short by what sounded like another kick to the torso, then another. Mike heard him yell out in pain, followed by Jack shouting for them to stop, earning him another kick.
"Get them up and tie them up. We're moving out, before their friends come. We've got what we need."
Roughly, Mike felt the hood being pulled from his head, as his already bound hands are pulled up, making him stand. As his eyes adjust, he sees Jack being pulled upwards too, Sawyer and Sayid having their arms tied behind them, instead of in front, like his. Walt was furthest away, unbound but scared.
"Walk." The guy holding a gun to Walt's head demanded, before all three men were pushed forward, away from their camp. They walked in silence, Walt in the front with the guy in charge, Mike not far behind, Jack close to, Sayid, then Sawyer bringing up the rear.
They walked for twenty minutes before Walt stumbled on a tree root, the guy beside him grabbing him roughly by the arm, the gun getting closer to the boy's face.
"Hey, leave him alone." Mike wasn't going to stand and watch. The guy stopped, they all stopped. He walked up to Mike's face, gun by his side.
"You are not in the position to make demands."
"Lighten up, he has a point, leave the kid alone." Sawyer's drawl came from behind Mike. The guy stepped around him, making a B-line for Sawyer, Mike turning his body to keep him in his eye line. He walked up to Sawyer and – without warning – slammed the butt of his gun into his face, followed swiftly by a knee to the stomach. With his hands tied behind his back, he had nothing to catch himself with, landing heavily on his right side. Mike heard Jack shouting out, trying to get closer to make sure Sawyer was ok. But Mike looked at Walt, seeing his face pale in the light from the fire torches.
His attention was, again, drawn to Sawyer, the guy standing over him nudged his toe into Sawyer's shoulder, rolling him over onto his back. Mike saw the trickle of blood half-way down Sawyer's face, coming from a cut above his eye.
"You do not speak, unless we ask you a question, then you will answer. You have no control here, so stop trying. Now get up." He walks back to Walt. Mike watches as Sawyer struggles onto his front, trying to get to his knees. He starts walking over to him.
"Where are you going?"
"You need him to move, I can help." The guy in charge just nods and turns, his hand firmly on Walt's arm. Mike moves swiftly, bending slightly when he reaches Sawyer, using his bound hands to help him up. No matter what he thinks of him, so far all he's tried to do is protect his son.