Blood, pain and tears
It was so unbearable for me to regain consciousness that I wanted to immediately again fall into the pit of non-existence, but as soon as I remembered the events preceding my loss of consciousness, I immediately stopped myself. In an instant, I felt the shame of the situation. How good is a comforting dream when something happens that you cannot digest, you certainly do not live in a world where it did not happen. Not at all. The past doesn't change. But if you are visited by dreams, you also feel something subtly pleasant, and what you often cannot remember in the morning.
I tried to open my eyes and immediately squinted against unbearable pain - the light was too bright. Crouching on the ground, I tried to feel the whole body. The pain was hellish, but I did not feel any fractures. Fingers are not dislocated - and that's okay. He touched them to his face - his fingers turned black and red. As soon as possible it was necessary to understand what to do. I wasn't going to just lie there and be confused either, so I got up.
Still, the beating was not in vain - the image in front of me floated. I squinted. James was sitting on the ground a few steps away from me. He was looking somewhere up, it seemed that he was now generally in a different place. Kate settled down next to him, resting her head on James's shoulder.
Finally she spoke:
- James, talk to me.
James cleared his throat and began.
- About two years ago... I first said that I love her. Before, I did not understand the meaning of these words. I used to say them to women... but they were just words. But now, - he began to run his hands over his face, apparently brushing away the tears that had arisen, - but when I said them to her, for the first time in my life I did not regret that I had said them. I wanted to say this for so long, but did not dare ... I thought that I was in a hurry, I thought that she did not need it ... But I said that it was true, and I would like to live with her for the rest of my life.
- I'm sorry, James. Sorry if you can. It's all my fault.
"Leave me alone," he said softly, with anguish. - There's nothing you can do to help me. Kate immediately stood up.
I fell to the ground. The torment continued. But who am I, in the present situation, after what I have done, to talk about torment? If those who followed my lead and agreed to follow my plan suffer like this, then what is surprising in the fact that fate has prepared suffering for me too.
Suddenly, Kate turned in my direction. I wanted to get up, but only cowardly closed my eyes so as not to betray myself. I am a physician, but now I shamefully forgot about this feature of female peripheral vision. Half-turned in relation to me, she could see the change in my position. Of course, she guessed! .. I was afraid that the woman I adored would begin to swear and accuse me, turn away from me.
But no. She approached, but I did not open my eyes.
- Jack, - she touched my face, stroked my hair! Jack, are you listening?
This is what I longed for so much, but now it will not happen, now I have missed it due to my stupidity. I wonder if I blushed? Hard to say. Even if I blushed, it certainly wasn't noticeable behind the layer of dirt and blood on my face.
"Kate," I said, closing my eyes.
She was about to say something, probably to ask how I was, but suddenly the leaves rustled and someone's voices were heard. Someone was walking towards us in the meadow.
Why do you need this instrument?
- It's a secret.
- OK. And what happened next?
- And then I don't remember anything, suddenly once - and I'm in the water. And you know the rest - I was surprised, I suppose, when he saw us.
With a deafening crack, Hurley and Jin emerged from the bushes. They walked sideways, carrying the seriously wounded Said on a stretcher. The process was energy-consuming for Hugo, judging by the way his red t-shirt was soaked with sweat around the neck, but as I squinted, I discovered another reason - Hugo was carrying something strange on his back, something that looked like a guitar case.
- Dude!
I immediately got up from my seat, and the three of us with the guys helped Said to take a horizontal position. It was lucky that he was unconscious and managed to be transported - in this position, with a bullet in his stomach, any shaking would be painful. Well done Hurley. I bent over my new patient.
- Jack, how is he? Kate stepped up to the spot.
Bad, Kate.
- Well, doc, any good idea for Sayid? - Sawyer came close. - Isn't there another bomb lying around here? he continued angrily.
- We need to get the bullet out. And an infection could get into the wound, it would be nice to decontaminate the wound. If this is not urgently done, then I will not be able to help him.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw how angry Sawyer was at those words. Stepping aside, he looked down and somehow nervously raised his hand to his face.
"Jack..." Hurley began.
I reluctantly responded.
- What?
It was clear that he wanted to say something, but did not dare.
- Where's Miles? he finally said.
- I do not know! - I shouted, distracted from the Arab. Is that what you wanted to ask me? Every minute counts. We need to get together! All we need now is to help Said, - I tried to inspire the crowd. I made eye contact with Kate, Hurley, Jin in turn. In those around me, I saw anger, distrust, complete misunderstanding - anything, but not approval. - Until we deal with this, we will not take any steps. But now it is important for us to get medicines, and if we don't get them... - I stopped. - Well, we need to get them.
It seems that Kate, whom I counted on the most, resented the most. She put her hands on her hips and angrily asked me:
- And where are you going to find them? We are in the middle of the jungle! She pointed accusingly at me.
- Kate!
- Oh yes! We're in the past. There is our plane nearby, and you are wandering along the beach in a tie! she continued her tone.
- What? Jin exclaimed in shock.
- You know? Hurley asked.
But she did not listen to them, she spoke only to me.
- Kate, I haven't decided what to do yet, so I didn't tell you...
Who are you to tell others what to do? - Now Sawyer, turning to us, expressed his displeasure. - Who gave you the right to ruin people's lives?
- Sawyer, I think the problem is already solved - came the voice of Kate, standing between us.
- Shut up, Freckles, and don't interfere! James yelled at her. It was evident that she was very indignant, and she was about to protest, but I put my hand on her shoulder, eliminating this need. - You have no right to decide for others! You have no right to decide for me!
- Sawyer, I have a plan... There are medicines on the beach, and it's easy enough to take them! I'll fix everything!
"Are you suggesting that we just take medicine from people?" Hugo asked incredulously.
"No, but they will give them to me themselves," I desperately tried to save the day.
"Do you think a bunch of plane crash survivors will give George of the jungle what they need to survive?" - Sawyer began to speak in a whisper, but by the end of the phrase he again broke into a cry.
"We'll deprive them," Kate said judiciously.
"Yeah, let's leave them without drugs, and there, on the beach, someone else will die," Hurley added.
"So they need to be stolen," I said, cursing myself for these words.
- Enough for me! "What happened, happened"? You again propose to change the past?! - Sawyer blushed all over, it seemed that he was restraining himself with the last of his strength so as not to attack me again. The rest no longer interfered in our dialogue.
- Sawyer, I have...
- That's it! "I have"! What business is it of yours that you can destroy a man's life!
You may not believe me, but I'm sorry! - at the end of the phrase, I still broke into a cry, but it was all the same. Yes, I did wrong! Yes, you have the right to hate me! But now we need to save ourselves, and if you want to kill me - do it when we get out of here! - I was shaking all over, but I felt an inner strength.
Sawyer looked at me for a very long time. Then he slowly walked up to me and whispered in my ear:
"You took everything I loved from me, doc. And when we are on opposite sides... stay away from me, because in that case you will not live.
I did not know what to answer, but at that very moment Said regained consciousness and began to cough very disgustingly, which I really did not like. Without thinking, he leaned towards him, squatting down. His complexion became quite bad. Silence fell over the clearing. Kate, Sawyer, Hurley, Jin knew perfectly well what was going on, but no one spoke a word. Desperation has taken over this place.
- Can you save Sayid? Kate turned to me.
"Even if I manage to pull the bullet out, the bleeding can't be stopped," I said sadly.
"Jack..." I turned to Hurley's voice. - I know how to save Sayid.
Kate, who turned out to be crying, turned her head in disbelief at him, and Jin stared with an expression of complete incomprehension.
- What? I asked stupidly.
- There is one hut - Hurley slowly pulled out a piece of paper from his clothes. - Here is a map of the way to it. One guy lives there. If we get Sayid there, he'll be saved.
- And how is it? I asked in surprise.
"That's what Jacob told me before we got to the island.
- Wait, Jacob? Sawyer asked. - Who the hell is this?
"The guy who brought me back helped me get back," Hurley began to gesticulate, but looked only at Sawyer. If you have any questions for him, he will be there. But this is the only chance to save Sayid. - After that, Hurley turned once again to all of us: - Guys, can any of you save Sayid? Or do you think that we should argue when and so time is running out? he concluded his speech, at first hesitantly, and then more and more enthusiastically.
Sawyer answered the call:
- Okay, I'm going to the beach.
- Why? Jin spoke up.
- Sayid needs a first aid kit - and I'll get it.
- But, Sawyer, there after all ... there we are, - Hugo began to object.
Who is "we", huh? A bunch of poor natives who don't know what to do next, that's who! - James answered himself and added:
"So you have a map, too?" Okay, Jin and... Doc, he called me through gritted teeth. - Put Sayid back on the stretcher. We'll check on Jacob. And I'll take a walk to the beach.
"We can wait for you," Kate called back, annoyance in her voice.
It's good that I don't ask for it.
And since it was Sawyer who was the brain in our team, the rest somehow immediately began to obey him. Mechanically, I "harnessed" to work. If earlier on this island I was a leader, a seer, now I just followed orders. A lost man who ended up where he was not supposed to be. I regretted not being in Juliet's shoes, that would have served me well. I wished I had died after the crash of Oceanic Flight 815.
First date
At one time, Seoul was nothing but a narrow valley surrounded by high mountains. But the founder of the Li dynasty made a strong-willed decision - to establish the capital of the state here. For five centuries, people have fought against the inflexibility of nature, transforming the appearance of the valley into what is now known as an amazing city. A city where you can get out of the shadow of skyscrapers, bright establishments, flashy signs and see the mountain views for yourself. This made the city unique.
Inspired and confused, Jin stands at a crossroads. In a dazzling shirt and with a bouquet of red roses. The young man is not in a hurry to go somewhere, but to the first date. First romantic date with a woman in my life. The sun was merciless. A strict upbringing prescribed the young man to be a virtuous husband, and until that time - no relationship with the opposite sex. He was a romantic and believed in love, and now she found him. Beautiful, smart, educated - an unexpected miracle that overtook a boy from a fishing family.
It is not difficult to get lost in a huge metropolis, but conscientiousness made it possible to figure out how to find the way.
His clothes are not from someone else's shoulder, and Jin wanted to ask some rich classmate to lend him clothes - to dress up better, but more recently, a fisherman's son, getting a job, took someone else's tie, from which the label was not even torn off. As a result, he never got a job, but the employer tore off his label. There is no such person from whom it is impossible to shake the dust, as they say. Long, too long, he apologized and promised to make amends. But money doesn't grow on trees, and gold doesn't lie on the road. Now Jin still spent money on a wardrobe - the shirt and trousers were good. It was impossible to think about showing up in rags and appearing like a mess in front of her - today you have to be fully armed. You can't miss out on tonight.
Finally a restaurant was found. The porter, a former pauper or a vagabond, was obviously going to carry out his service regularly and glared suspiciously at anyone who dared to approach the glass doors of the hotel. For a moment, Jin was afraid that for some reason they would not let him in, but his appearance was very decent, and, plucking up courage, he approached.
Like a knight in front of an enchanted castle, he expected. If they do not let him in, then the date will end without even starting.
After some examination, the verdict was delivered. Opening the door, the guard bowed before the guest and obsequiously said:
- Welcome to Seoul Gateway Restaurant!
Jin was flattered and at the same time strange to accept undeserved honors. After all, so many worthy people come here, and he - how did he mark himself? He is an impostor among them. Looking around, he took a seat in a dark corner, away from prying eyes.
What to do now if they approach him? The cheapest dish costs so much that he will have to stoop for a long time to pay for it.
And how to be? How do women deal with such a situation? Jin didn't know anything about it. He seemed to know from conversations with friends that they had a habit of being late. This is how they test feelings. And how late to be? Or do they wait until a certain moment, showing deceit?
The maitre d' went over to the table that Jin had occupied.
- Hey, mister, I see you are sitting and sitting, but you are not ordering anything. If you don't want to eat, leave.
There was a moment of confusion, because Jin was not at all sure, he drove away the thought that he had been deceived.
But then she appeared. Dazzling. From which the rest of the world shrank, being on the periphery. Dressed in white, a kind smile on her face.
- Hey, Jin. Would you like to order something? So order.
"Yes," he thought quickly. - Heh meat. I mean, if you want... But I don't have...
- I'm crying. Heh meat. For two. Bring an order. Quickly! - the employee answered the imperious intonation with a silent bow, and with an obsequious bow left.
Jin hesitated as he handed over a chair.
-Sorry I'm late. There were bottlenecks here.
- What are you, what are you, I understand, we have to wait. The girl has to make the guy sweat.
"But I think it's wrong," Sun surprised him.
Jin hesitated, realizing that he had said something stupid. He did not know what to say, but Sun still smiled and looked at him.
-Tell about yourself?!
- I was born and raised in Namhae village. I fished all my life with my father.
- And what is your village like? Do you mind describing it?
- Very beautiful. When you get there, you forget everything. But if you live there, then you have to work tirelessly, - he smiled.
- I can't imagine what it's like. To be honest, I myself have never worked with my hands, - she said with some even regret. Then, having chewed a piece of meat, she asked:
- And how old are you?
- Twenty seven. Ah... and you? - he asked, immediately mentally cursing himself for the mistake - it is not customary for women to be interested in their age.
- Twenty-one - to his own surprise, he heard a frank answer.
Jin wasn't prejudiced, but he still felt clearly constrained.
- And how did you end up in the capital?
- I studied hard. Always looking for my chance. He graduated from high school, then - was in the army. Then there was the institute.
- Probably, you studied ichthyology? She allowed herself to joke.
- Not. I studied economics and management.
Well, I went to college too.
Soon they were chatting casually. They were interrupted by the head waiter who brought the order. which they both took
- And now? What are you doing? - she filed a conversation, looking at him with interest.
- Nothing at the moment. I quit.
- Why?
- There were disagreements with the boss, - Jin slowly began to feel confident here, not a stranger. The old uncertainty began to leave him.
- And when I was getting settled, a very funny incident happened to me.
- Truth? - from the intonations of her voice, his own already trembled.
- I... got a job in someone else's tie, because I didn't have my own.
- A sincere smile, a mouth covered with a palm out of politeness.
- And the boss noticed this at the job application, and tore off the label from my tie.
Sun's hand darted to her chest.
"And most importantly," Jin smiled, because Sun's smile, in turn, was infectious. - I myself could not even work out his price, because I myself quit.
Sun smiled.
- Why?
- I made a mistake. I missed the poor man with his son ... - then Jin broke off, realizing that there was no need to tell the details.
- Clear. They wanted to go to a restaurant, which they clearly could not afford.
"Yes," Jin slowly looked up, like a forgiven sinner, glad that he didn't have to lie now.
- You are kind. It's good, she drawled.
Then, after a moment's thought, she placed her purse on her knees and began to rummage through it. Jin ran into yet another stereotype about women - that they, he heard, rummaged through their handbags for a long time. Putting the food aside, he asked what was the matter, but she only raised her finger, and he fell silent in submission.
Finally she pulled out - a whole bundle of money, large bills. They seemed to be of no importance to Sun - they were simply out of pocket expenses. But he had never seen so much in his entire life.
- I hope this is enough to compensate you for someone else's ruined tie.
- Are you ... - he began to deny, but the next phrase made him reconcile.
- Accept. You don't want to offend me, do you?
Not believing that this happened, and that she was helping him quite sincerely, he quickly took the bills, admiring them for a second, and put them in his pants pockets. At that moment, he firmly understood that such a woman must be kept near him. And it's not about the money at all. He promised himself that he would always provide for her. He was diligent in this life. So it will do better!
- Someday it will change. You don't have to depend on me. It's not masculine, - he expressed his sincere thoughts.
- As you say. Tell me more about your region.
If Jin Su-Kwon wanted to later recall the details of this fateful day for him, he would not be able to remember in detail. Yes, some moments. This happens in rare moments when you are truly happy, you are in this happiness here and now, and the details are not remembered.
Excited, intoxicating and never seen before, Jin left his first date and headed home to his dorm room.
The date is over. The next meeting will take place. Jin will be looking forward to this moment. When will he be able to see her again?
Marauder
And it was terrible. James did not want to move towards the beach at all. He was wary of seeing anything surreal upon arrival there. That's how to see again all these people, most of whom have already died. At the same time, one must also manage to somehow do what is required, covertly. What can I say, his fear had a specific reason. He didn't want to see himself. It was possible to be brave, but the fact remained the fact. He didn't care, but the only person James could be afraid of at the moment was himself.
Who is that James Ford who is now on the beach? Part of Sawyer envied the guy. He has no worries, he sits on the beach, smokes Marlboro, sips tequila and enjoys life. I wanted to be him again, I wanted to be in this shoes again, but ... it was not available.
Before James's eyes, a familiar picture appeared - solid trees ended. And before his eyes appeared a path that led directly to the beach, and the trees seemed to part in front of the traveler. A very familiar picture.
He hadn't been wearing Darm's overalls for a long time, so he was wearing a gray sweater. Of course, he did not go outside, because he needed to reconnoiter the situation. And Ford decided to watch, sensibly judging that he would not be spotted here, since at such an early stage in life here, passengers are too intimidated to wander around the jungle, much less look out for silhouettes in the bushes.
At the same time, he also understood that time was running out, and Said needed medical assistance. It was necessary to find the damned medicines as soon as possible, and probably should have waited until dusk. On the other hand, if he showed up now, at the risk of being noticed, and in case of failure, he simply could not run away. He didn't want to think about what would happen then, and whether he would have to face his doppelgänger face to face. One way or another, everything needed to be done quickly and safely, so the option of "being noticed by the frightened islanders" was not on the agenda anyway.
James concentrated on observing. What could be obtained from the situation on the beach?
A myriad of familiar faces roamed it in search of useful things. The central place was occupied by the fuselage. Here it is, this is the place inside which, most likely, there will be medicines. The doctor paced the beach in a suit and tie, looking at all the victims as if he were in a medical examination, giving instructions and waving his arms. Sawyer watched only Jack, because right now no one else attracted his attention. He remembered those days very well. The days when Jack was a hero and he was an outcast. Then everything was completely different, none of those who were here had any idea that this island would become their grave. Mamacita sat on a seat made from airplane seats under a makeshift awning and sipped water from a bottle. The bald man was sitting near the water and looked at the horizon. It seemed that even an arriving helicopter would not be able to move him from his place - John Locke sat so motionless and confident on the sand. He noticed all these people in front of him, as well as many others. But he could not find the most important person in his life here. Because it just can't be here.
Probably, she is now sitting in her cozy house, reading a book and does not even know who James Ford is. She probably won't even recognize him and start showering him with tender kisses. But to make sure that she is here, just to see her ... And nothing else is needed, just admire her ... Why not do that?
Suddenly, the idea of a date with Juliet seemed so realistic to James that he almost took off his seat to run to Dharmoville, but ... there was no one in front of the fuselage now. And this meant that Said could be helped. It meant that it simply could not be taken and let down. It was necessary to do the job, and only then run to Juliet.
This consoling thought cheered him up for the first time in some time, because it is not just one thing that consoles, only a pleasant choice brings real consolation. Now, having finally collected his thoughts, Sawyer got ready, but ... then suddenly loud moaning screams began to be heard.
Well, of course. It seems that quite recently an angry man with a square jaw and a fragment in his chest asked him for a favor - to ease his suffering and shoot him. Or rather, not quite him, but ... he failed to deliver a fatal shot, and therefore Jack was forced to kill him. So James seemed to be an accomplice. Yes, here he comes, the unfortunate Aesculapius. James knew perfectly well everything that would happen, and now he was not at all surprised by what was happening, but watched, firmly knowing what would happen.
When Jack passed in front of his very nose, a new thought followed - what if he was killed? .. After all, he himself had already changed the past, because of which Juliet, his Juliet died. So maybe kill him now and be done with it? And Juliet will be saved.
But then James cooled off. No matter how scum Jack was, he helped everyone, he did a lot of useful things to people, and if you slap him now, the consequences will be unpredictable, and it is not known who here on the beach will survive, and who else will not survive without him.
But something had to be done. After all, sooner or later it might occur to someone to go to the jungle, for example. Yes, there is little that could have happened. The time was good - not day, but not continuous twilight either. Now, having already collected his thoughts and looked around for the last time, to the accompaniment of the marshal's groans, he headed through the thickets into the fuselage. Like a ninja in a dragon's lair.
The surgeon must have been fiddling with his new patient, but that didn't matter. From experience, Sawyer knew that the best way to draw attention away from himself was to act confident and even cheeky, so that he seemed to be visible, but at the same time they did not notice you at all.
Therefore, he confidently, with a quick step, moved out of the thicket into the open space. No one noticed him, no one even looked in his direction. In case someone did call out to him, he would have acted as Sawyer from that time would have done - just shrugging it off, would be rude, and that's it - he would immediately be reluctant to mess with him.
Here it is the fuselage, close, close, no one seems to notice it. Come on, these passengers barely know each other! And here is the one they could still see. So he got to his destination without any problems. Without a dramatic sigh, he stepped inside. It was necessary to find somehow what he was looking for, and yet he still had to get out of here.
Barely taking a breath mentally, James had to take a breath physically. The smell inside was nauseating. Because of the multiple bodies lying here, I wanted to turn the insides out. But then he certainly won't leave. So he moved forward. Under his feet, he found some kind of scarf. Its owner must have been here. Beautiful green scarf, in a rural style. But now I had to ruin the beauty and, somehow shaking off the dirt, tied it around my mouth. It was possible to partially get rid of the discomfort, however, the stinking smell penetrated even through such an improvised chemical protection. Sawyer looked around. In addition to the many things lying in different corners, the floor was littered with a pile of corpses. You shouldn't have looked at them, you should have concentrated on searching.
Almost immediately, he found what he was looking for. A small box with a red cross painted on it was lying right in front of him, as if someone had put it there on purpose so as not to make it difficult to find. James opened it - there were some bubbles with incomprehensible names. Well, apparently, this is it.
And the feeling that he was helping someone seemed so pleasant to James that he was seized by a strange, irrational desire not to go anywhere, but to stay here - away from troubles and troubles. To dissolve in this life, in this one's past, where there is no future, and there is no future joy, and no future grief either.
But no, what was happening now is his present. Unfortunately, this is the past, which should have been. James will never be here, and what was will now forever remain with him. Behind such thoughts, having hidden the coveted box under the sweater, he trudged to the exit.
Leaving the fuselage, he threw a rag on the ground and enthusiastically inhaled a portion of oxygen. No one noticed him, yet measures were taken. Some people were walking around, but somewhere on the periphery, and they did not pay any attention to him. The marauder remained undiscovered and wandered into the treasured jungle. The poor bailiff was yelling, which served James as an extra reminder of the past, and he knew himself moving. Well, it seems, no problem? No problem. It remained only to enter the treasured jungle and hide there. But then the rustle of leaves was heard, which meant that someone was coming towards him. And what was to be done? Going to the beach was stupid anyway, and the meeting, apparently, was unavoidable. Therefore, James quickly went even further inland, already thinking over the options for lies that could be presented to the interlocutor.
Walt came out of the jungle. The negro boy carried a chicken leg in his hands. Well, James himself was not averse to tasting meat in a different situation, but now it was necessary to urgently do something, and he had a hitch inside him.
He was good to Walt. He remembered how he was kidnapped, how his father rushed about, blaming everyone around him, Sawyer, and then himself, and although he considered the kid a little spoiled and infantile, the attitude towards him was still good. And now it was necessary to deceive him. And to deceive children ... morality did not allow him to do this. But everything happens for the first time, and he seems to be timid himself.
"Excuse me…" he turned to the unfamiliar uncle.
— What do you have? - Mr. Sawyer decided to behave confidently and arrogantly.
This is for Vincent! - he called the name of his dog - a white Labrador, which also happened to be remembered.
"You have a good dog, of course, but he feeds himself here," Sawyer objected. - What if the rescuers don't come? We all probably need to save food.
"I'll take care of him," came the reply, and he proceeded to call his pet. — Vincent!
Damn, if he keeps screaming, someone will come here, and he wouldn't want to at all, and Sawyer was already moving on, when suddenly he received a strange question from the boy:
— Have you found anything?
"What? What is he talking about?" You have to keep talking, otherwise he will continue to scream and call the dog.
- What are you talking about?
Well, it's in the mountains. I didn't think you'd be back so soon.
That's it. That is why James did not notice anyone, and first of all - himself, because at that very time he himself, as well as some other acquaintances, undertook a hike in the mountains. Something urgently needed to lie. But what? Any kind of lie can come up. If he says he needs medical attention, that carrot tail will bring Doc with him. If he says that he needed some part from the transceiver, the boy will call the adults anyway. Then it turns out that he did not go anywhere at all, and this will create trouble for James from that time.
So, it was necessary to make sure that the boy himself did not tell anyone about this meeting. But was it permissible to do it this way… well, okay.
"Our transceiver broke down on our trip, and Said sent me for a part," Sawyer began to "weave lace". He told me where to look for it, so I found it, and now I must catch up with them before dusk.
"But you have to hurry, time is precious!" - after all, boyish curiosity got the better of him, he even forgot about Vincent.
But I have to ask you something. Here's the thing," Sawyer said. "Let's do this: I'll tell you the whole truth, and you will pretend that you didn't see me here." Deal? and extended his hand kindly.
- Deal! - recklessly young fist and male fist collided.
"Damn, what am I doing? It's high time to leave, and I'm arranging deals!"
- As I said, our transceiver broke down during the campaign, and I went for the part. But here's why I volunteered.
James reached into the pocket of his beige trousers and pulled out an object. Gently, even tremulously, he held it. The item turned out to be a wedding ring.
-See this? he turned to his young interlocutor. - I loved one woman. I loved her - James himself did not have time to be surprised what he was carrying! -Loved her more than anyone in the world, more than his damned life. We were supposed to marry her. I was about to propose to her." Tears began to flow from my eyes, and incomparably more strongly than before. -But I missed her. I missed it due to my own stupidity.
Was she here on the plane? followed an innocent question.
James was shaken internally.
No, she was not on board. But I lost her. This thing is all I have left to remember her.
"And that's why you came back?" Walt said, eliminating the need to speak for himself. "Did you just forget to take it with you?"
James simply nodded, hiding his face in his hands and already completely forgetting about any conspiracy. His shoulders shook.
"I lost my mother not so long ago," he listened, but did not hear ...
It is not known how long he remained like this. Through the invisible wall, he heard the boy's answer:
- Well, nothing, maybe you'll come back to her.
"I very much hope so," said Mr. Sawyer sternly. "Now you will promise me that you won't tell anyone about our conversation today." Nobody ever.
"Yes, of course, sir," Walt readily agreed. "After all, no one will even ask me about this! - he began to assure his interlocutor, saying exactly what the damned swindler needed ...
Walking away was easy, too easy. How he actually left, Mr. Sawyer did not remember. But he firmly knew that such a confession to the child produced a colossal "cleansing" in him, he uttered something that even Kate could not trust, because he also reproached her.
Tomorrow he himself will regret that he said all this, and be surprised at himself, but today, now, under his sweater, he had that thing that confirmed that everything that happened to him actually happened. First aid kit. A small thing, but with its help it was possible to save a life of a person. It was worth it.
On the way to the hut
Meanwhile, night fell over the island. Cold, creepy. The next period of time - about an hour, maybe less, maybe more - we were busy with the route. "On a stretcher" I was in front, Jin was in the back. The idea of going into the jungle to find some kind of hut seemed dubious to me, but I couldn't do anything better, and it turned out that just letting go, submitting seemed to be the best option. Because lately, as soon as I stopped going with the flow, but tried to start something, it inevitably ended in failure. Or maybe it has been customary for a long time, but I realized it only now.
In pitch darkness, I followed the backs of Sawyer and Kate, to whom Hugo in front, not visible to me, showed the way, walking with a torch in his hand. I assumed that she must be very cold, because she was only wearing her sweater, no overalls. Brave, walking through the jungle in order to save the life of a friend, she did not notice minor domestic inconveniences. I wanted to offer clothes to her, but there was no way to stop. The sock was very difficult.
I could not immediately figure out exactly at what moment it was necessary to turn, what this or that stop meant, whether it was necessary to stop moving or wait for what Hugo would say. The work was hard, the pain in my body from the skirmish with Sawyer made itself felt, and the stretcher thumped mercilessly on me from behind, reaching my buttocks.
I am a doctor, and I am used to commanding operations, but now this collective work was incredibly difficult for me. Because I don't understand hints. I often do not understand what people want to say to each other. Not wanting to participate in this, I distanced myself from people. Now here comes the payback. I didn't understand why everyone stopped. I slowed down a couple of times, because at that moment I was not firmly sure where to step, and Jin walked by inertia, flying into me who had stopped. Well, I thought, we just need to wait for a halt (although what kind of halt if we are carrying someone who needed to be saved urgently?) And offer her help. On this saving thought, I stumbled.
Apparently, I landed in some kind of pit or pothole. I did not have time to understand anything, only once - and I was tilted down. I managed to lean on the ground with one knee. But the stretcher that hit me from behind also tilted. I clung to them, but they tilted. And Sayid hit his head against their wooden edge, uttering a booming groan.
I was beside myself and sincerely could not understand how this happened. But the most offensive - well, I stumbled, but let's keep going. I am already on my feet and can continue. But no, the clarification of the reasons began ahead. Sawyer angrily snatched the torch from Hugo's hand and, cursing, moved towards me. For some reason, he was also not wearing overalls.
"I'm sorry," I said, wishing I could just get this over with. But Sawyer wanted something. He now did not reason from the position that time is precious. He had time to realize his ambitions.
- What's the matter, Doc? Do not hold hands? he asked angrily. I just kept silent, not wanting to argue. He, too, was silent, then added: - One more wrong move, and you won't need a stretcher anymore. It's clear?
About, for example, to carry a stretcher himself, and he, of course, was out of the question. This mindset was the mindset of a man convinced that others should do what he says no matter what.
"I see," I replied, feeling destroyed. Sawyer did not add any extra words, but simply moved forward. Now Sawyer himself led our group, sometimes consulting Hugo's map and shining a torch. This incident did not add optimism to our group, but soon everyone forgot about it. I had to concentrate and go.
Finding a target was very common. At first I did not understand why, having jerked forward, I could not move. Apparently, Jin was in no hurry to go. Thinking, apparently, that something was wrong with the road and somewhere I would have to choose a different path, I looked ahead, and here I already understood the reason for our braking. The hut, located in the very center of a huge clearing, free from the presence of trees, emerged from the darkness in the same casual and ordinary way, as if it had always been intended for weary travelers in the forest. As a convenience for visitors to some unprecedented attraction on a gigantic scale. She could clearly see the door, as well as the window. For a moment I thought that this is a very beautiful landscape - a hut in the forest, and I looked down, but the true meaning of what was happening made me twitch and look intently. So, Hurley's incomprehensible instructions began to be confirmed. The hut was here. But what's next? Who can live here and what kind of help can be given to Said?
Sawyer, Keith, and Hurley, who were in front of us, were also standing and looking at the building. But it was James who broke the silence first. Heading towards us, he gave me another vicious grimace, and then said, addressing Jin:
- Well, you bring it, and I'll go knock on the door to the owner, - and I had no choice but to obey. It is good that we did not let go of the stretcher, because for a patient in such a state, every extra movement is an extra shaking, and, in turn, an extra risk.
As we dragged Sayid closer to the hut, which was ominous in every way, every twig sticking out of its logs and even overgrown moss, Kate discussed the details of what she had seen with Hurley, who looked absolutely calm. She should have been, just couldn't help but be cold. Partly warmed the fire from a torch stuck in the ground. So defenseless at this moment. No, I came to the conclusion that after all, she would never follow me again.
How did you know she would be there? And why is she here? she asked logical questions to Hugo.
"They told me so," he finally squeezed out, who was chilly, from which neither the red T-shirt nor the tight overalls, sewn to his size, could save him.
- Who told you that? Kate frowned in concern as Sawyer approached the front door with the strongest of intentions.
"That's what Jacob told me," Hugo was embarrassed.
- What? - Kate almost laughed, and then came close to the fat man, looking straight into his eyes. - Who is it?
"The one who showed me the way to the island," Hurley narrowed his eyes, putting on a cunning look. Well, you're about to see him.
She lagged behind, but not for long:
- You don't look scared.
- Girlfriend, why be afraid, - Hurley laughed, moving away. "This hut doesn't move today," he said as he walked, leaving her completely bewildered.
In the meantime, we put our friend down three paces from the front door, which Sawyer kept his eyes on. Now the winds intensified, and began to make very terrible sounds, as if scaring us away. All this seemed incredible - our whole campaign, night searches and the expected miraculous rescue of the hopelessly wounded here. The hut seemed completely lifeless. But at the entrance, on a carnation, hung an unlit kerosene lamp. Anyway, I wasn't going to solve logic riddles. Instead, I approached Kate and silently offered the jumpsuit I had taken off. Jin was silent, not interfering, Sawyer could not offer her a jumpsuit with all the desire, and removing Sayid's outerwear would be a completely unsightly idea. After a moment's hesitation, she accepted the help, put the thing on, and said, "Thanks, Jack," with genuine gratitude in her eyes. What could this mean? A woman's heart is a more serious mystery than huts in the bushes.
James moved from his place, and before reaching the front door, he began to yell:
- Open! Miracle Doctor, Mr. Miracle Doctor Dolittle! Open! - this is the most "open" he repeated several times with the same intonation, faster and faster approaching the house.
- James! - Kate was genuinely worried about her behavior, and she wanted to lean forward, but did not dare. Hurley tried to say something to him, but it had no effect - Sawyer simply shoved him away. He intended to enter.
But he did not have a chance to enter, because the screams must have been heard, and we were even partly glad that the door opened. A tall, blond-haired man in a white shirt stepped out slowly. I had a vague feeling that I had already met him somewhere.
Coming out, he closed the door behind him and in the ensuing deathly silence looked imperiously at our group:
- Hello. I see some of you here.
Furious, Sawyer approached the man with an aggressive look and began to shout at him:
You don't dare talk about her! Who are you to talk about her!
"My name is Jacob," the man said to Sawyer, then added, "And I'm sorry, James."
After that, he looked each of us in turn in the eyes and lingered on the unconscious Saida. - And with my help, you can help your friend.
I wanted to ask questions about the nature of the mysterious stranger, but I was not needed at all here. I also felt like I knew him from somewhere. And I must say that there was also a certain bewilderment in the views of the others. But Sawyer was not perplexed. Grabbing the man by the chest, he slammed him into the log wall.
- Tell us who you are and what you want from us! Jacob didn't resist.
- James, believe me, I'm sorry. And if I were you, I would not get so excited, - his voice sounded monotonous, but with imperious notes.
- Shut up! You will speak when I let you! He yelled out loudly, almost crying. We all had the opportunity to observe that he is now at the last extreme, perhaps this explains his behavior - to pounce on a stranger and accuse him of all sins. But the feeling of losing Juliet affected him too much. Jacob gently removed his hands from his shoulders.
"Dude," Hurley said, "I know this guy!" He told me to get on the plane... and gave me this guitar case.
James stood silent. The appearance of Jacob brought him into a real emotional stupor. He froze in place, unable to utter a word, as if remembering something. Meanwhile, events began to unfold at breakneck speed. Ignoring the others, the man turned to Hurley.
- That guitar case I gave... do you have it with you now?
- Uh... yes.
- Give it here. - Hurley opened his mouth, but without further arguing in front of our eyes, he really began to raise his wardrobe trunk from the ground, which I did not pay attention to during the trip
- Why is it necessary? - James seemed to have come to his senses and set out to continue asking questions.
"There's something in there that will help us all," Jacob replied. Hugo approached him, obligingly passing his case straight into his hands.
- What's next? he said.
- Now, James, Hugo, take your buddy. You will come with me.
- Let's go with you where? Hugo asked suspiciously.
Smiling with an air of condescending benevolence, Jacob half-turned and gestured towards the door of the hut with the doorway wide open.
Hurley sighed. All adventures were ahead.
Thus, three people remained in the clearing: me, Kate and the silent Jin. I wanted to ask Kate what she thought about everything that was happening, but I saw on her face a completely, completely frozen and absent look. She must not have been here, not now, and not with us. She looked towards the hut.
Another dream
Another dream. Another long-distance call to the ghost line of her subconscious.
Kate was seriously worried that this was true, and Claire was actually trying to contact her in such a bizarre way. After all that they had experienced on the island, such a thought no longer seemed delusional. But what does she want?
How stupid it is to try to talk through unnaturally flat and abstract symbols.
An annoying ticking fills the space. Kate opens her eyes. She's back in the damn bunker. She does not see the timer, but she can imagine it without any problems. He is familiar to her to the smallest detail. The memory of the roughness of the keyboard buttons still lives in the fingers. And the numbers... even in her sleep, they continue to attack her consciousness.
4 8 15 16 23 42. Run.
Kate walks over to the ping-pong table and runs her hand thoughtfully over the smooth surface. This time the dream is many times brighter and more real than all the previous ones combined. She could swear she could even smell that bygone era that had permeated the walls of the bunker long before Locke discovered it.
- How is he?
Austin flinches and turns around sharply. Claire stands on the threshold of the break room, leaning her shoulder against the door frame. Her whole posture screams relaxation and serenity. Kate, on the other hand, is tense to the limit. She has no idea what exactly to expect from the intruder of her nightmares, but for some reason she hopes that today's conversation will be different from the incoherent dialogues they had before.
- How is he? - Claire repeats with the same calm intonation and, twisting her lips in a smirk, clarifies: - Aaron. My son. You haven't forgotten that he's still my son, Kate, have you?
"I don't forget about it for a minute," Austin shrugs his shoulders nervously, forcing himself not to look away with the last of his strength. The woman in front of her only vaguely resembles the fragile and smiling girl that Claire Littleton once was. - He is okay. Truth.
"How is my brother doing?"
"We… we haven't seen each other for a long time, and… I don't know.
"You couldn't help him." Claire doesn't ask, she claims.
Kate, overwhelmed by a sudden flare of annoyance, clenched her fists and took a step towards the obnoxiously grinning blonde.
Are you blaming me for what's happening to him?
- He was on the edge. And you and Aaron are the only things that kept him from finally falling.
"Jack decided it himself, and I didn't—"
"You turned away from him.
- Shut up! Kate hides her face in her hands, growling at her own impotence. For a while, silence reigns in the room, broken only by the usual countdown of the timer in the computer room. Sighing, Austin pulls his hands away and mutters under his breath, "What do you want from me, Claire?
- So that you are ready.
- For what?
"Change is coming, Kate.
Well, please. Again these riddles. Why can't we do without vague hints? But before Austin can balk at this, Claire continues:
"You have to keep Aaron out of all this. Whatever it costs you.
"I would rather die than let anyone harm him," Kate says firmly, not quite understanding what exactly the interlocutor is driving at.
Claire shakes her head, looking somewhere over Austin's shoulder.
"You have to make the right choice, Kate.
- Choice? What are you talking about?
Claire is silent for several agonizing seconds. When she finally decides to open her mouth, the space around her seems to explode from the deafening roar of a siren. A woman's voice begins to monotonously repeat about a system failure, and the outlines of the room begin to blur. It becomes clear: there is catastrophically little time left.
— Claire! Kate runs up to her and grabs her by the shoulders, surprised at how real the warmth coming from the ghost of the subconscious. What should I do, Claire?
"Take care of Aaron," the woman says in response, her voice distorted beyond recognition. Her eyes glaze over, and her limbs hang like lifeless lashes. Now Claire looks like a broken toy. Don't give Aaron to anyone. When they come for him... don't give him away. Don't give Aaron away. Aaron must stay...
Sleep spit it out
The return to reality was as swift as a raging ocean throwing the wreckage of a wrecked ship onto land. For a moment, unable to form any coherent thought, Kate continued to lie on her back, her eyes wide and staring at the sickly white ceiling above her head. Images still flickered through her mind, vivid and vivid, as if she had actually just spoken to Claire in the middle of a break room in a bunker on the ill-fated Isle.
Don't give Aaron away. Take care of Aaron. Don't give it to anyone.
Throwing aside the crumpled blanket, the woman straightened up abruptly. Anxiety twisted all her insides like an icy hoop, and without a moment's hesitation, Kate grabbed the pistol hidden in a special box.
She covered the distance to her son's room in a matter of moments.
Nobody.
Aaron slept soundly. Warm orange flashes ran across his face from the nightlight spinning on a stand. Kate lowered her weapon and let out a breath, feeling the sobs that had been stifled for so long rise up in her throat. This little boy became a whole world for her, awakened in her a power that she herself had not suspected before. Nothing else mattered to her now. And Kate couldn't let anyone separate them.
Closing the door carefully behind her, Austin went out into the corridor and wearily leaned both hands on the railing. Nightmares involving Claire have somewhat become the norm in her life, but... what happened today... What the hell was that all about?!
Real threat warning? Or the result of nervous exhaustion and constant lack of sleep? Maybe she's just going crazy and dumping her madness into a dark pit of the subconscious in order to somehow keep it in check?
With a mirthless snort, Kate ran a hand through her tangled mane of brown hair. Alas, the visions that haunt her defy any elegant explanation. And although Austin herself was hardly ready to admit it, something inside her refused to believe that these nightmares were just dreams, and nothing else.
However, to believe this is to take the first step on a terrible path. Paths that can lead to unpredictable results. A path that could destroy her. Because there is only one way to calm the torment of her soul. It is necessary to return the mother to the son. Reunite the family destroyed by the Island. And Kate knew for sure that this step would turn out to be more an act of desperation than proof of her love for Aaron. But…
But who is she to decide?
Intensive therapy
An unpleasant smile. The stranger fished out matches from his pocket, lit an ancient kerosene lamp and stepped back, shining and freeing the passage. James actively disliked this wonderful man, but he hadn't really looked at it yet ... When they, together with the avalanche, finally brought the dying Sinbad into the mysterious lair and laid him on the floor, this damn Jacob put the lamp on some surface and went to close. This surface was a table, and in front of it was a rocking chair. James quickly looked around at his surroundings. It was very dark in this bungalow, the lighting placed on some ancient Greek table did not cover the corners. On the side stood some kind of makeshift shelf, on which there were a number of jars with a liquid of an incomprehensible purpose, reminiscent of jam. And in the very corner on the wall was a picture of a dog. This homegrown Picasso needed to work on his technique, because even the paws were not visible.
Hugo slammed something heavy onto the floor. His mother, yes, this is his this clunker from under the guitar, with which he rushed all the way. From the oppressive atmosphere, Sawyer became frightened.
- What is this, a portable refrigerator? - he quipped, suppressing this fear in himself. A second later I got the answer:
- No, dude. This is what will help save him. So let's listen to what we're being told.
Damn it, he was impressed by such distribution of instructions.
- So that's why you had to squirm so much! Without him, we would have contributed much easier! Sawyer said irritably, noting to himself that Jacob was being delayed for some reason.
- Yes, without him I would carry better! I am fast! - Hugo said this phrase in such a way that there was no way to be angry with him.
Meanwhile, the owner finally returned. Adjusting the lamp so that it illuminated the Arab lying on the floor, he began to command:
- Bare him to the waist!
- Yes, what are you going to do? - ironically inquired James, but together with his partner he began to free Jarra from outerwear, but the bandages soaked through with blood remained on the Iraqi. It was unpleasant to look at him, so it was better to look up, and Hugo turned away completely.
The blond meanwhile leaned over the portable non-refrigerator lying down and very dexterously threw aside the lid. Slowly getting up from his haunches, James saw what lay inside - a large wooden horseradish, two feet long, reminiscent of the ritual symbol of the ancient Egyptians. But the self-proclaimed doctor took this beauty and, having tried it on, hit it on his knee. There wasn't even a grimace of pain on his face.
- You're a sharp guy, but what does it have to do with ... - James began, but then stopped. Dipping his hand into the broken wood, Jacob (or what did he call himself?) took out a glass bottle of unknown purpose. Then, finally, he deigned to turn directly to James:
- Now hold him firmly by the legs and arms. And don't let go, no matter what happens. Remember, it's all for his own good.
- Wait, - the stranger acted on Sawyer somehow shockingly, so that he realized to ask the main question only now: - And why should you help us?
- I help you because if your friend dies, then we will all be unhappy. Everyone. Now hold on.
Sawyer felt a rising rage. In the same way, listening to other people's assurances about fate and what will happen, he lost what he loved. And now they are again trying to stuff him with crazy statements. He swore to himself that as soon as they saved the life of an Arab, he would ask a couple of questions to the blond. So this Leprechaun will tell him everything, everything.
Therefore, he silently began to squeeze his friend's shoulders, while Hugo sat down on the legs of the former Iraqi executioner. Its dimensions helped in this matter without fail. But what was to be expected next?
And then Jacob, looking at the bloody bandage, sighed, picked it up with his finger and, swiping it from top to bottom, tore it into shreds! And threw it aside. Looking at a wounded body with an inflamed wound without a bandage was even more unpleasant than before it was removed. Sawyer did not understand medicine and did not know if it was a good idea to leave the wound open, but further events simply turned his ideas about medicine upside down!
The bottle popped open, causing the cork to ricochet off to the side, nearly hitting Hugo's head. And a clear liquid, resembling the most ordinary water, poured into the wound.
Before that, Sawyer had not intervened, because in denial, you need to offer something, and he had nothing to offer, but now he began to frown in concern. But Sayid groaned. Still, an incomprehensible liquid touched his wound. And Jacob continued to act, continued to pour in an even stream.
- Friend, is this normal? Hugo appeared, who did not like what was happening very much. And James was about to stand up and cut off the head of the unfortunate Aesculapius, but then a new problem appeared - Said came to his senses!
He opened his eyes, rolling them wildly, so that Sawyer had to already fulfill the previously stated prescription and restrain him! Hurley was seriously frightened, and moved in place - Sayid's legs were also trying to free themselves. Sawyer tried to whisper something like "Quiet, quiet, Sayid, it's me, James," but it was completely ineffective - the water was still pouring into the wound, and he frantically tried to escape. He could only hope that he and Hugo would be able to contain him. The two of them would have been in trouble if the out-of-control Iraqi wanted to free himself, because they knew what Sayid was capable of in hand-to-hand combat. And all other limbs. Well, fortunately, it was possible to restrain his hands, Hurley, who was sitting on the legs of the victim of medicine, was shaking, but did not budge, and the Iraqi could only raise his head, just a little.
- Mother, what are you doing? James shouted, already in a state of panic. But the water has stopped flowing. Because the blond bastard sat down in place, tightly closing his eyes and whispering something. Said, who had hit hard before, was already weakening. I wanted to get up and kick the ass of whoever told me to participate in this, but Sawyer continued to restrain, already on automatism. Jacob looked at his palm and then resolutely stuck his index finger into the wound. James expected that now this nightmare would begin again, but this time nothing followed. The Iraqi lay quietly. Seeing this, the newly-minted doctor shoved the entire phalanx into the wound. Thus, after holding his fingers there for about three seconds, he finally with one movement pulled out his hand, while having a very tired look, as if he had done something heavy. Hurley was sweaty too, but Sayid wasn't about to regain consciousness.
- And now what? - Sawyer breathed heavily, firmly knowing that if he did not receive an explanation, he would definitely pounce and blow off someone's head, because he was tired of riddles to death.
Jacob, however, did not answer him, but Hugo. Handing him this precious bottle, he gave the instruction:
- You will need this, - then he turned to the enraged James and said:
- That's all. It's good that you have already taken out the bullet, otherwise it would have been more difficult.
- Yes? - because he no longer had words for questions.
- Do not forget to wash the wound every hour. The island will do the rest.
Okay, - Ford cooled down a bit. - Why don't you sit down and tell us what the hell is going on here?
"James," the stranger smiled again with his rotten smile. Soon he will swallow it - you will not pretend that you do not recognize me, will you? Remember your past, just remember.
James paused awkwardly as some memory came to him, but it wasn't clear what it was. Jacob was also in no hurry to prompt, but only looked at him expectantly. Hugo interrupted.
- Why did you say that if Said is not saved, then we will all be finished?
- Because your friend is very important. And because you were not where you should be, - in Jacob's voice, the elusive imperious notes sounded again, developed by the habit of commanding. If you don't return to your own time within one hundred and eight hours, something very bad will happen.
Hugo mustered up the courage to ask his next question, which followed logically from the previous one:
- And what do we need to do for this?
Jacob, who looked like a real cherub in the light of a kerosene lamp, looked at Hugo for the first time, not smiling, but very sternly. It's time to give the real order.
Conversation in the jungle
The wait was very nervous and I decided to take the initiative. I went into the thickets to find something tolerable for the construction of the torch - it was very dark, and we were saving the battery of the lantern. Jin stood as if on duty, and looked at the hut, and Kate looked, not looking up. She did not respond to my appeals to her, and I thought that it would be best to simply not impose herself. She may not have heard me and was in her own thoughts. "Probably worried about Sawyer" - a prick of jealousy pierced me. And it was from what. Sawyer still occupied her, and I could feel it. Although I was her nobody and for some time now had no rights to her, I had to admit - I want to control her. Get into her mind. But there were two ways. One way - Kate, already lost by me, but standing a few dozen steps away from me. And the other way is an impenetrable thicket. Go there and loosen up. The allegory itself gave the answer to the question of which path to follow. And finally, the object of my search.
I found a thick branch of some unknown shrub. I did not have a knife to split its top, but for some reason this did not frighten me at all. The last few days must have dulled my ability to perceive pain considerably. The only trouble was that I myself, being a man who grew up in the "stone jungle", had no idea how torches were made. Rolling up my knuckled hands and relying on my intuition, I strained my nails and began to split one end of this branch by hand, jumping on it like a worst enemy. When it became completely unbearable, I changed my finger. And so I made a few holes. Having gutted what happened, I hopefully set fire to the resulting "brush" with a lighter. The result unexpectedly turned out to be very commendable. True, the torch was crooked on one side, and burned very dimly, but it was possible to make a source of illumination at least for a while, and at the same time a source of heating. I went out with my makeshift unit to the hut, from the window of which light also came. It turns out that I tried in vain then, because it was possible to borrow from the owner.
What is going on there? How will this unknown man save Said? I was no longer needed. Everything I've done lately has been in vain.
But some people appreciated my innovation. Kate. She looked at me with a cheerful smile, walking with a ridiculous look, reminding herself of Santa Claus. I sat down beside her and fixed the torch in the ground. He continued to burn.
- Why is this? she asked lazily.
- Well ... - I hesitated, looking away to the side, where Jin watched our conversation with displeased bewilderment, - so that you do not freeze.
"And so you can see me better," she smiled.
I forced a smile.
"Do you think," she began worriedly, "does Sawyer know what he's doing?" Maybe we should go in there? They have been sitting there for a long time.
- Well, yes, for a long time, - the conversation obviously did not go well, and I, desperate, decided to address her quite directly: - Listen, Kate, maybe we should ...
She turned to me, looking incredulously, so beautiful with her dark hair falling in waves on her shoulders ... I was afraid that I would say something stupid, and right now I would start asking for something humbly. But I was not destined to finish.
We were sitting and talking, when suddenly the jungle was enveloped in a terrible thing - whispers. Assorted and polyphonic, they literally appeared out of nowhere and resounded from all sides. Kate involuntarily grabbed my arm in complete shock. I saw the same shock in the eyes of the Korean. But then the madness took a new turn.
We sat and talked, and the hut was in our field of vision. And then something happened that I could not believe my eyes. The log building, along with all its contents, just... disappeared! Yes, yes, right in the place where we were, and where the building was located, there was now a solid clearing. And right in front of us, one could stretch out a hand, were Sawyer, frozen in a stupor, Hugo, bent over and carefully looking around, and Sayid, lying on the ground. The hut and its owner were not in front of us.
To be honest, there was the thought of some kind of trick, like transparent glass. But no, no rational tricks could explain it. We all, having extremely dumbfounded faces (I must have been surprised no less), approached the place of the main events. Said's life was a priority. And I must say that he felt great relief. His face, at least, was not so pale. I would like to think that this is also because I did not try in vain with the help of the stolen first-aid kit, but this thought smacked of self-deception. Not drugs, but something wonderful, unfamiliar to me, produced a key effect. As a doctor, I approached our comrade and pulled up a black T-shirt to look at the wound. I leaned over and pulled off the patient's black T-shirt. Yes, yes, the wound really began to slowly but surely heal. Only dirty clothes had to be changed. What are miracles? What did this miracle doctor do? I took gauze out of my backpack and began to make a new bandage. Only soiled clothes should be changed. Hurley understood this and, sighing, took off his voluminous jumpsuit, left over from the days of the Dharma Initiatives, with the inscription "Hurley is a chef." Not an example of cleanliness, but at least something to keep infection from getting in from the outside. At the same time, the ex-chef was clutching something in his hand; it didn't escape my attention.
While I was bandaging and dressing the Arab, Hurley began to explain what had happened:
- Jacob said we should, like, go to the Swan station and find Desmond Hume there. He said that we only have one hundred and eight hours, - Hugo swallowed nervously, - otherwise we will all be finished. And he also ordered Said to be treated with this.
Then I found some kind of bottle that fits entirely in his palm, and asked what the hell was going on there.
"Jack... that's... anyway, we washed Sayid's wound with this." And it seemed to help.
- In confusion, I wanted to ask them to let me examine the container, which looked very strange, but then a new series of questions followed.
"Hurley," Jin finally said, "what happened?" The hut just disappeared... and that's it?
"Dude," Hurley folded his fingers in a peace sign, "don't ask me." I know as much as you do. As soon as he said Desmond - oops! - and nothing.
- You're missing something! - Kate grimaced in an incomprehensible offense.
- If you don't believe me, ask Sawyer! Sawyer saw it too," snapped our immense friend.
- And what do we do now? she asked, to which Hurley just shrugged. But then James turned to us, with the air of a focused man who knows where to go. Looks like Sawyer "put on shoulder straps" again.
"Okay, guys," he finally said. Stop sitting here uselessly. We're going to the Swan.
At the same moment, against the background of this statement, the attenuation of my torch stuck in the ground turned out to be very symbolic. The darkness thickened.
I saw how everyone was getting ready, getting up from their seats, and I remembered what had happened, and this proposal made me doubt. No one seemed to care that the hut had now disappeared before our very eyes.
- Wait! I broke into a scream. Kate looked at me for a second, just for a second. But above all, I sought to convey the meaning of my words to Sawyer. - But this is nonsense! Why did you choose to trust this guy? What did he give Sayid? What makes you think that where he leads us, nothing threatens us? - I felt that I was talking and talking, and my friends were also going on a journey, and the relevance of my words was falling and falling, approaching zero. Maybe it's better to leave the situation as it is? – I finished on a lowered tone.
Kate looked at me in surprise, Sawyer stopped and turned to me. Hurley froze in that place and looked at his feet, as if afraid to move. Previously, he held in his hands a map of the path to the hut, but now he guarded this mysterious bottle of his. But I did not have time to think further. Having overcome the distance to me, James said:
- That's it, Doc. I will do what I need. And you will stop bothering me, - at this point, his expression even, in my opinion, softened, but, of course, he was still angry, very angry at me for what happened - If you don't like something, then ... - he paused, after which with a wide wave of his hand he pointed to the greenery of the island present, - in my opinion there is a lot of space over there. The jungle has fresh water," he raised his voice, "papayas and bushmeat. They are enough for you to overeat them, - he continued to express his feelings, - you can even settle in Cavetown - the city of caves and live as a cute Yahoo. Of course, you are not worth more. But you won't bother me. And I'm telling you right now - you can either go with us, or bring down on all four sides.
No one reacted to James' angry tirade, another one of the damned day. Hell went on and on, and did not think to stop, at least for me. James turned to the side, not caring if anyone followed him. Kate immediately ran after him, which I sadly could not help but note. As for me, in the question of how to act, for me there could not be two opinions here. I wouldn't leave mine no matter what. Approaching Hugo and Jin, who was holding Sayid, I began to help with putting the Arab on a stretcher. I'm telling you - hell went on and on, and did not think to stop.
At the same time, Kate was asking Sawyer, who was moving at a brisk pace:
- But what do you want to find there, on the "Swan"? What do you expect to change there?
- I do not know yet. But I'll be damned if I don't.
Out of the blue
Desmond sat on the couch, unable to sleep. Various thoughts swarmed in his head, and Charles's last words echoed in his ears. The definition given by Charles tormented him. "Coward". "You're a coward". Des hoped he would never hear that again in his life.
What did it mean that Charles was able to find him? And what will he do now? Would he think of anything to separate him from his family? And given this, is it worth taking Charles's assurances that the island is in danger?
There is another factor that exacerbated the internal throwing of the Scot. He couldn't get Charles' tone out of his head. There was something true in what he said. There were two ways - either Charles, which was typical of him, lied and once again wanted to separate him from his family, or else ... the island is really in danger, and with him Desmond himself and his family, who will be in danger if he doesn't get there in time. Desmond tried to put all thoughts out of his head, covered himself with a blanket, and lay down exhausted.
Not long after, he fell asleep.
A few hours later, he woke up in a cold sweat. It was mentally unbearable for him. And still suffocated. Not only the face, but even the entire pillow was soaked with sweat. He had had nightmares in his life, but this dream was something else entirely. This dream was exactly like the one he had had on the yacht. It wasn't a dream. It was a sign. Everything that happened in it was real.
Hume looked around - the darkness outside the window began to erupt a little. He turned on the night light. Taking advantage of the situation, Desmond picked up a mobile phone, after which he began frantically poking his fingers at the keys. He no longer doubted what to do.
- This is the front desk of Widmore Industries, how can I help you, sir. - There was a business female voice from the tube.
- Put me in touch with Charles Widmore.
- Excuse me, sir, but Mr. Widmore is in a meeting and so...
- Tell him that Desmond Hume is calling, he is waiting for my call.
- One minute, sir. The secretary switched the line to Charles.
Charles responded in less than a minute, which seemed to Des an incredibly long time. Usually, such cases of long waiting leave the doubting person time to think, cool down, reflect on the situation - what am I doing? Was it necessary? Maybe this is a sign to me that this should not be done? But Desmond Hume's case was clearly not one of those. It was the case of a determined person. So he just waited, suppressing his impatience.
Charles's voice concealed his excitement.
- I'm listening, Desmond.
- We need to meet, Charles. There are issues that we could discuss. I can come to you. I already feel good... - Desmond
- Don't, Desmond. For God's sake, stay where you are. I will visit you myself.
Forty minutes later, Desmond met his father-in-law, who came to his hospital room, lying on the bed. The nurse looked at the patient skeptically, but Des reassured her:
- Nothing. Thank you. I'm fine, - after which she left, and the door closed.
- I agree, I'm going. - Desmond said quickly, not paying attention to the fact that Charles asked him to remain silent.
Desmond, I'm sorry. We are not alone.
Dumbfounded, Desmond looked at his father-in-law's face, and then there was an agonizing moment of waiting. The door that had closed after the nurse had left the room opened. Cursing himself, and beginning to guess what was the matter, he saw someone else whom it was completely undesirable to see. Penelope stood in the doorway holding little Charlie by the hand. Her eyes were filled with tears, which began to smudge her mascara.
"So this is how you treat me, Desmond?" With us! Are you going back to the island? I know everything, because my father, with whom I stopped contact, found me himself, said that he was with you, and assured that you would go with him, - Penny pointed towards the majestic Widmore. "You promised me, Dez, you promised me that the island was over, two weeks ago. And then what is it? .. - Pen's voice broke, she took a handkerchief from her pocket, and began to rub her eyes.
Desmond looked guiltily at his lover.
- Penny, I'm sorry. He, too, could not hold back his tears, his gaze expressed infinite kindness. - Forgive me. But I...I can't let bad things happen. I can't let you and your son die.
- And you believed him? That nonsense that the world is in danger? Do you believe that he is interested in whether I am alive or not?
Charles reacted to Penelope's words.
- How can you say that, Penny? You may not believe me, but I love you more than anyone in the world, - trying to keep the situation under control, he minted every word. - And besides - how can I treat my own grandson badly - he nodded at the baby, who was looking around.
- Maybe you and his grandfather. Penny looked at her son. But he's definitely not your grandson.
- Penny, I can't imagine how you feel right now...
- Still would!
"I can only try to figure it out with my own mind. But I ask you to believe me, and if you cannot believe me, then believe your own husband, - Charles's heart trembled. He pointed to Desmond. Ask him what made him change his mind. Why did he agree with me.
Desmond silently watched his wife. He understood that now he was inexorably losing her, that Penny would not forgive him for this ... But if this is the only way to save her, then he will go. He will go for it. Because he loves her, as he always did. Even if he wants to lose her the last thing in the world. Even though he promised that he would never leave her again.
- Penny, just trust me. I... I had a dream. I had a vision again. It was real, real, just like then. I believe that the fate of many depends on this. I can't let this happen. He looked into her eyes. - And if you love me, then please - believe me. If our past means anything to you, believe me.
"Enough, Des, enough," she shook her head. She paused and looked from her father to Dez. - I believe you. And I'm letting you go. But I have one imperative, Des. Me and Charlie are going too. And don't you dare object.. - Penny glared menacingly at her father, and then at Desmond.
- But .. - Charles opened his mouth and said nothing. Desmond didn't have the strength to argue anymore. He was so incredibly relieved that he didn't have to take the terrible step of losing her. He felt like a forgiven sinner. Also, the thought that if they were together, he could protect her, also gave some comfort. Desmond didn't want them to get hurt because of his bad decisions.
- I'll go with you. Like it or not, dad. She said the last word with a touch of sarcasm. And now, what is very important ... - Penny stood up and, together with her son, came close to her father, proudly looking at him, - I'm interested to know something. Are these words that the world is in danger true?
"I would very much like it to be just a lie," Charles replied ruefully. Penny stopped talking, but Des took the floor.
- How will you transport us all ... - he waved his hand at himself, his wife and son, - to the island?
- There are a couple of ideas. - Charles answered mysteriously. - Are you ready? Then it's time for us.
Charles stood up, and so did Desmond. Penny joined them, after which Charles, with a satisfied nod, went to the door and opened it. Desmond, Penny and their joint son followed him. The last time Des looked back, just before leaving, he looked around the interior of the ward in which he had spent the last week. He sighed. The Scot knew, felt that he was saying goodbye not only to this place, but to his entire happy life built and suffered by him.
Our mutual friend
We continued our route to the hatch; I had to feel defeated - my arguments were ignored. But, as I said, the choice of whether to go with my people did not stand before me - I did not have the moral right to leave my people.
Kate walked beside Hurley. Her gaze reflected despondency for a long time, and then Kate, noticing that very mysterious bottle in our new initiate's pocket, spontaneously entered into a conversation.
- How are you?
- I'm fine. Well, what about you?
- Yes. Listen, Hurley, - she turned to him, looking intently into his eyes. - Do you know where we're going?
- It seems that they said that to the "Swan", but, my friend, is it possible to be sure of something here? He turned to her as he walked. - After the disappeared hut, I'm not surprised at anything. I just go where they tell me, and that's it, - he again began to look at his feet, because it was very difficult to go.
- Wait, - Kate did not lag behind. - So, you met this man in a taxi, he gave you this bottle, and now this man can heal almost dead people with the help of a miracle bottle? Doesn't this seem strange to you?
- What do you expect from me?
- Nothing, just ... - Kate clutched her forehead. - I remember exactly that somewhere I saw this man. Not here on the island, you understand? Just like you do in the real world.
"Here," Reyes said without any expression, but his interlocutor continued:
- And, in general, it all annoys me.
"Then why are you coming with us?" Hurley inquired.
- I'm here because I want to go back to my own time. Because I want to find Claire and bring her back to Aaron so that it all makes some sense. That's why I'm going, - she expressed her thought. I noted with bitterness for myself that Kate decided to speak out, to share the most intimate with Hugo, not with me.
After this conversation, nothing broke the silence in the jungle, we all walked in silence, each of us had something to think about. I was still incredulous about the idea of going to the Swan. But soon it occurred to Hurley to share his doubts about what we were doing.
- Listen, friend, - actively waving his elbows, Hugo walked faster, approaching James. - Do you really believe that everything can be returned and changed?
- No, Hugo, I don't believe it, I know. The invisible man, in my opinion, clearly told us what to do.
- And you trust him, friend? Hugo said doubtfully. James stopped.
- Do you want to listen to the surgeon? So I'm fed up with this. I remember this guy, he visited me on the day when my parents' funeral was. And I really want to know what's the matter. Once I believed him. And look at Said, - he nodded at the Arab, who, although unconscious, was quite alive, - I was right. This guy came to see you too. And judging by the fact that you yourself did not go into the jungle with Dr. Chikatilo, but went with me, then you believe me. So do not ask questions, we will soon be at the tattered hatch, - and James again set off.
So we walked in a group, I just trailed sadly in the tail.
Out on a familiar path, James rushed to the door of the bunker and began to drum on it with his fists, exactly the same as once. That was a long time ago.
It did not last long - Desmond opened the door almost instantly, as if standing and waiting for their arrival.
The Scot looked at our motley group and shouted loudly:
- Which one of you is James Ford?
Don't shout, I'm not deaf. - Annoyed said Sawyer, standing a meter away from Desmond. It's me James Ford. - Sawyer was puzzled by the fact that Desmond was clearly aware of him, and for some reason decided to turn to him.
- Oh, I'm sorry, brother. Dez said absentmindedly. - I was waiting for you. We have little time.
The group looked at each other in surprise.
- Well... If there is not enough time, then go ahead... Tell us what is required of us. - James decided to leave questions about Desmond's knowledge for later. And Sawyer also noted how this Des was different from the one he knew in his twitchiness. Damn it, it doesn't go to waste - to sit three years young in a bunker, pressing a button.
Desmond looked at us again.
- I need to talk to you alone, James.
Kate looked into Sawyer's eyes in disbelief.
- OK. Alone so alone. Sawyer noticed Kate's gaze. - It's okay, Freckles. Nothing will happen. It won't get any worse.
Desmond took Sawyer for a one-on-one chat.
Thus, four of us remained in the clearing - Jin next to Said on a stretcher, me and Kate. She looked worried.
- Apparently, Sawyer is now an initiate, - I noted, not without malice, approaching her. Kate looked at me. With the same excitement.
Jack, I don't like this. I don't trust Desmond.
- Sawyer is the one who made the decision to come here. And do you trust him? I asked defiantly, and with pleasure for myself noted the doubt that had grown in Kate.
Meanwhile, Desmond, looking around and seeing that no one was nearby, spoke somewhat haltingly:
- Look, we only have 108 hours ... - he began, but Sawyer asked:
- And if we do not have time, Moses, then we will have 108 days?
- This is all true! We have only 108 hours. Exactly so much. Before disaster strikes. Desmond saw that Sawyer wanted to ask something. - Don't ask me which one, brother, I don't know myself. I know only one thing. You have to help me do something.
- What exactly?
Desmond looked back at the rest of the people standing in the distance.
We need to bring you back to 2007. To do this, something needs to change here, at this time.
- The last thing I heard was that the past doesn't change...
- How it changes, brother. I can change it.
- And how?
Because the rules don't apply to me! Des' eyes burned like a fanatic's.
Those words sparked hope inside James. The jungle man was right. Hell yes. It was an opportunity not to be missed. Desmond will help them. Help him, James, fix everything.
- So, where do we start? - Smiling, enthusiastically asked James, who for the first time in the last day received an emotional lift. But Sawyer did not yet know what shock Desmond's next words would bring him.
- To return you to your time, you will need one person, James. Desmond paused. "Not one of those who are among you," he saw fit to add, looking at the silent James.
- Who exactly?
- Now he is on the beach. "You know the black guy from there, don't you?"
Sawyer was a little surprised by the question.
- Wait a minute. You mean... Walt? - Sawyer said this name with surprise, but by no means with contempt.
Desmond sighed.
- To return you... to your time. I have to take it. And you will help me with this. You must kidnap Walt.
Optimism was replaced by shock, which was reflected on his face. Walt must be kidnapped, because otherwise they will forever remain in slavery to time.
"Smoky" chapter
They are coming.
They showed up on the island in the status of full owners, although they don't even know about it. No need to fuss, but you need to turn to logic.
Did they show up as candidates and important people? Great, so let's make their life unbearable so that life does not seem like Valhalla. Here you have the buzz of black smoke, and the very atmosphere of the mysterious island perfectly copes with this injection. And the fresh acquaintance of some of them with the polar bear, I think, on the distant approaches, repulsed the idea of some kind of their chosenness from them. If only they knew who the real beast is here... After all, it is their good friend Jacob who invited them, but does not help them, which means that no one will interfere with his plans.
Yes, they will destroy each other in a beautiful way, it would seem!
But what good is it if they destroy each other in a beautiful way? Two players will again remain with Jacob together, and all for a short time. This has already been covered many times. Jacob lures people, he destroys everyone - and they again remain together. Long-term plans did not appear immediately, it was important that now there is one such.
It was possible to think in cold blood right away? And how can you live when before you is eternity, full of emptiness, and now you have the opportunity to change something, to feel yourself, to realize yourself at least in these few minutes?! You can do this by dealing with some tree, or an animal - this will only make the walls, the contours of your captivity, more transparent. It looked like some kind of game, and in fact, it was some kind of unique, unprecedented game. A game without a limited time frame, a game of destruction. The opponent desperately dreamed of getting rid of his trap, he was angry, angry, prone to fits of anger. What did he go through to restore himself?
But it also helped that his opponent was exactly the same - lonely, old, tired of life. What did he do? He looked for his successors, looked out for them - and then they still didn't satisfy him according to some criteria, and since then their fate has been unenviable. Either his smoky paws were waiting for them, or ... people had many other ways to destroy each other.
He left his hut; during his absence, this scoundrel Jacob, of course, will take advantage of the situation and visit someone else's home. Maybe he will take measures again to keep him there again? Although he knows perfectly well that it is effective only for a while. Could this have been foreseen? Of course, you can, but the goal was too significant. It was necessary to see the precious candidates. Finding a destiny for them began.
Well, what can be said? They are so strange and shocked. Of course, they still do not know where they got to and what awaits them here. So contented, absorbed in earthly cares. Those who do not understand what kind of place this is, those who lived in the outside world yesterday, and today sit imposingly on the beach - the passengers of Oceanic flight 815.
It would be good to remind them that this is not a heavenly place, so that they do not forget where they got to. Slaves are easier to manage. The ancients knew - you keep people in fear, and now they are already your slaves. But there was also a practical aspect - an integral part of his plan to eliminate Jacob was to maintain intimidation of newcomers, including in front of the mysterious, incomprehensible to them, the local people. So that people would be more intimidated, and all possible contacts with the inhabitants of this island would be impossible. That is why, when the candidates were on the beach, he deliberately began to indicate his presence, by no means setting a trivial goal - to scare. He knows what he's doing. Let them know where they are.
The first thing he saw, and what arrived from the plane, was a coffin with a dead person there. And that meant there was a lot to be learned. Yes, he was getting information about the outside world, since he was leading this long game with Jacob. There was no limit on reincarnations - you can just take possession of any one body - but what to do with an overabundance of information? This man's name was Christian. "Scanning" it, he learned everything about him. A person's entire life has always instantly entered the non-biological brain of the Man in Black. At first it was interesting to feel everyone, to live a whole life for each of the people, to find out who was good for what.
Now the body had to be destroyed quickly - if you do not hurry, irreparable things may happen. The man in black took out a prepared torch and lit it. At this moment you can forever remain in this image. No, he did not observe similar examples - who could be in such a situation, similar to him? But how did he know? Yes, I knew. "Scanning", you are vulnerable, this image already takes possession of you. You turn into him. Your own phrases creep through, unusual for you, but you already know perfectly well that with your mind, knowing about such and such a person, you know that this is behavior characteristic of him. It's horrible. No worse than living like this, but he could stop this horror quickly. More than once he was already convinced of this poisonous effect - happiness, that it turned out not to let anyone master it to the end.
The body had to be destroyed quickly.
Finally, it burned out, and it was necessary to rush further, to the cockpit.
But soon I had to endure those whose images I had to accept. He did not consider any of them a "vessel" worthy of himself. So he was in no hurry to take on the images of all the dead in a row, no matter whether they were from here, whether they lived on the island before, or they were brought here. But - this is how the history of the whole world, civilization and progress was learned.
He hated progress. Because for some time now he has been removed from progress. Once I was excommunicated from this very progress; so he had no idea what progress could be without him? He hated technology and everything connected with it. And this traitor was an emphatic supporter of progress, which did not give progress any chance of favoring him.
Only one goal mattered, only one. I had to deal with Jacob. When you have your worst enemy. It clouds, it captures and takes away... But when you stay in one situation for a long time, you are already immersed in it. You feel like you're betraying yourself by being calm, but that's the only way to do it. What do you care about the human essence, if you are a MONSTER?
And then you begin to feel the existential heaviness of being when you are connected to this island, connected securely. It was well known that when new candidates appeared on the island, it became even more bitter. But every new candidate is every new chance that the next selection will be able to change something. Let Jacob not interfere, but we will act. But! If you interfere and intervene all the time, manifesting one way or another, you will be figured out very soon. Therefore, we must act differently, in accordance with the plan, indulging the intentions of these people, sometimes pushing them against each other. It is never too late to intervene, the main thing is not to get carried away, not to succumb to excitement, when for a long time everything went smoothly, and now there are so many new opportunities! But heaviness, heaviness is the price of opportunity. And in order to continue at least some adherence to your plans, you sometimes need to do something, because your plans are to kill all the unworthy. This means that certain sacrifices are inevitable.
Here is the cabin. From a height accessible to the mechanism, he looked around at a nice company - two men and a woman, not yet old. Oh, you could immediately recognize the candidates. They didn't have the super strength of his enemy, but they were protected. Nothing could be done with them, nothing. No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you try. Whatever your direct intent, even the implementation of it by someone else's hands failed. Two of them could be dismissed, but the third - a short man in a sweater with a hood and stubble on his face - was just right for the victim. There was so much to think about, and in view of the new situation, but the act of intimidation promised to take place.
Became invisible, accompanying the trinity. Naive. They want to get into this miracle of technology - the guy targeted for the victim, whom he noticed first, and a couple of Candidates - a bearded man in a white T-shirt, about whom he knew that his name was Jack, and very young from the outside, but not in the face , young woman. Well, let's get to know you, recipients of Jacob's blessing.
They just had to wait until they got out without getting anything, because their friend Jacob would not let them go to the mainland, he does not let go so soon. But this colossus stood, stuffed with all kinds of equipment that people invented, and in the window there was a white shirt of another person - not the Candidate.
And what if... The monster became terribly furious. There are also devices and everything else for communication with the outside world!
Or...
What if Jacob actually set up a trap and cleverly decided to get rid of it? He did not directly invite people to the island, making it open, but made such a vile chain: firstly, he arranged a plane crash, secondly, thereby lured people here who wanted to find a plane, and, thirdly, when the island was actually found, enabled modern science and progress to get rid of it? To the keeper of the island, the very idea of opening the island to the outside world was madness, but what was there to be sure of? He was intriguing and trying to take out a competitor, but what if he missed the point that Jacob, too, had been tired and frustrated for a long time, also used to the situation? What if he really went crazy and took such a step? Yes, he knew that just letting people call for help was naive. But then why did he allow them to keep all the devices? So he's not afraid?
He rushed, released the Monster, and with sincere fury, the Monster began to loosen the cockpit, an integral part of this block - the plane, pull it from side to side, simply protecting itself. If the Candidates are there, then he cannot harm them, but you never know what will happen later - suddenly the Candidates will die not through his fault, but somehow by accident; But now he's acting on other grounds, right? So this is a chance, but it won't reach those who are protected. And the prey is here. Penetrated to the victim directly through the window; the pilot stared at him in horror, and the monster pulled him out, breaking through the glass - the one who controls this device, and rushed to clobber him on the ground, on the trees, again and again, and again! .. Finally decided to emphasize that the pilot to get there, and at the same time to inspire these people - let them know where they got to, and they know who they will obey one day. He threw the torn carcass onto the branches.
There was something else, like a sluggish pursuit of two Candidates and a third guy, but the chase turned out to be sluggish, it was simply dangerous to go further - well, this is just as ridiculous as you once simply killed all the people who were on the island out of malice profits without even thinking about how they can be used. It was better to leave and think further. Here it is, there was euphoria inside, as much as something similar to a feeling can be inside you! - and Candidates (they - especially) let them think - "how is this even possible?" Back in the hut, Essau hovered with a sense of complete satisfaction.
Finding destiny has begun.
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