The blade of the dagger I had in my hands was cold to the touch. It glistened as a played with it hand to hand. Ethan was looking at me, frightened, he had no clue what I was really going to do. I mean, I didn't want to kill him, and I did really want to cause his pain. I couldn't, I just knew I couldn't. So I decided to toy with his mind.

Charlie glared at him, when we'd cornered him he almost killed him with the knife he'd "borrowed" from Locke. I stopped him though, we could at least question him. But that was before the cloud of vengeance and hurt had lifted from my eyes.

Ethan looked like a rat. His eyes sockets were black and his skin a waxy white. His hair was mussed all over his face. The shirt he was wearing was all muddy, the same with his pants.

"Where's Claire," Charlie demanded, shoving Ethan to a tree trunk, blocking him from escape. "Where's Clare, you'd better tell me, because no one will see you die, no one will come for you."

"Charlie, wait, don't kill him. We should take him back to camp, let Jack and Sayid and everyone else talk to him. Not just us. Please, do this for me."

Looking at me, he slowly brought the blade down to his belt. Ethan tried to grab it from him but I was faster, he now had two blades at his throat. "Look, you can make this easy or man, you can make this hard. What's it gonna be?"

I wasn't going to hurt him but he was dang well close to getting it.

"Fine." he gasped out. I let go and shoved him to the ground.

"Let's get out of here Charlie." I said, close to tears. In the past few days, I changed so much. Kris and I were stuck on this island. I almost killed two people. Kris had been attacked twice.

Yet it wasn't like good things had happened. I saved Sayid's life. I met my rock idol and was now friends with him. Me and Kris and our dogs had made a bond that was now unbreakable, a bond that would not have been as strong if this had not happened to us.

I quickly got out my cell phone and turned it on, I had to talk to Kris. The static buzzed in my ear. "Kris? Kris are you there?"

It seemed as though she'd picked up, but it was all quiet, like my phone had died and then a voice came over the phone. "Becca?"

"I am so sorry Kris, I feel terrible for just leaving you like that. But we have Ethan, and I almost killed him. I really need to talk to you. But man, I'm just so sorry."

Kris's voice turned to a whisper. "Don't worry, it's good taht I was alone, I have something to tell you. It's really important. Really, it's ok. I was fine. Sawyer's with me. I got to go alright? Meet you back at camp."

"Camp. Right." I thought for a moment. "But where's camp exactly?"

"Sawyer, maybe he'll know, hang on a sec alright?" She must have put the phone down, and was talking to him then she came back. "He know's the way back, problem is, how do you find your way back to us?"

"Wes, hopefully. Do you think when we hang up you and Sawyer could shout to let us know what direction you're in?" She said yeah and we signed off with each other.

"Hey Wes, track Kris's voice alright?" I said as a clear call of 'Weslar' came over to the left. Weslar waited obediantly for me to put her leash on and she followed the noise. Charlie followed behind, holding Ethan's arms behind him so he couldn't try anything more.

Thankfully, there was Kris with Sawyer, just a few feet away. But then I heard a sound that made my heart stop. The huge prehistoric roar I heard the same day that Bosco got hurt. I ran to Charlie who I grabbed as Weslar bolted to Kris. Me Charlie and Ethan ran to Kris as well, but that thing, whatever it was, was right behind us.

Kris grabbed me and held me in a tight embrace. Everyone seemed glued to the spot, all surrounding us. We all looked up as one, and saw it, the monster everyone on this island feared. Standing tall before us, it wasn't like anything we expected.