Chapter 9

Let me know what you think. there's many more twists to come, hang tight.

Sawyer watched as Ben led the others away. As they entered the jungle, they didn't look back. He sat there, in the silence, feeling his body ach and spasm all over. He lied before, his chest was tight, still feeling close to explosion. But he knew there was nothing they could do. He sat back and put his back on the bars again. It allowed him to be in the shade of the trees. He didn't know how long he spent like this, listening to the small sounds of the jungle behind him.

It must have been hours before he heard the clinking of a chain. He opened his eyes, seeing the guy in charge from the boat walking over to him, swinging his keys. Sawyer saw Walt behind him. As quickly as possible, he got up, suddenly feeling the world tilt. He didn't have time to feel the pain in his torso, grabbing the bars to keep himself steady.

"Walt! Are you ok?" He shouted out to him but Walt looked too scared to speak. He didn't look hurt, but Sawyer wasn't taking that at face value, "Walt! Talk to me kid, are you ok?"

The guy walked right up to the gate and put his key in the lock and let the gate swing open. Walt stayed back, fear on his face.

"Let the kid go. You have us. You don't need him. Just let him go." The guy laughed at the pleading tone in his voice, but Sawyer didn't care. He just wanted Walt safe.

"Ok Ford. Michael isn't co-operating. We need to teach him that this isn't going to be tolerated."

"Don't hurt the kid."

"No, no. It's not him we'll be using. Ideally it would be someone else, we both know you're not exactly Mr Popular and, let's face it, they would care more if it was someone else, but here we are. I would say stand back, but I doubt you'll be much of a threat," he smirked at the unsteady way Sawyer was standing. He stepped in the cage, not bothering to shut the gate behind him.

"Just let him go. Do whatever you want to me, just leave him alone. Don't make him watch this," he turned to look at Walt, "Walt, close your eyes."

Without warning, he threw the first punch, straight into Sawyer's left cheek bone. The latter had no strength to hold himself, instantly falling onto the bench. He looked over at Walt. The kid had screamed and now was looking terrified. Sawyer stayed down, knowing he would have to deal with what ever happened, but not going to do it without a fight. He snapped back up – feeling the world tilt at the sudden movement – throwing his whole body behind the punch to the face he gave.

The guy stumbled back, slamming against the bars, giving Sawyer the opportunity to continue punching him. It wasn't much, he was weakened and had little stamina, but the feeling of fighting back gave him the feeling that he could handle whatever was thrown at him. He vaguely heard Walt shout encouragement to him. Almost as quickly as it came, his spurt of energy ceased, with a right hook to the face. Sawyer fell flat out, on his left side. He had no time to retaliate but felt kicks to the stomach and already broken ribs. He heard Walt scream at the guy to stop. He wanted to stay strong for him, didn't want him to be scared. But when contact was made to the taser contact point, he let out a yell he had been trying to keep in, hearing Walt scream the worst scream yet. Then everything went black.