Disclaimer: I own all the men on Lo-... Damnit ::watches the lawyer:: fiiine… ::rolls eyes:: I only own Emily. Okay… Maybe just one of them? Awww… PLEASSSSE!!!
::hours later::
Okay.. Okay… You suck...
Ahem… I do not own any of the Lost characters except for Emily. ::sniffle::
A/N: Now… My thanks to muh beautiful Beta, I'm Still Drizzy. :)
Also, I apologize for posting so late. With all the exams at school, and my weird family bothering me about it, I wasn't able to write as much as I could, but since I'm stuck home with like 17 inches of snow I was able to write… .
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"What was that?" Emily asked to know one in particular. No one answered, but held their breath and stared at the trees. She wondered what was in the trees. What made that grotesque sound?
"Oh my God. John, what was that?" she repeated, her eyes fixed on the wooded area ahead of her. No answer. She began to worry because the last time John didn't answer her she was in the aircraft and it tore apart. Her heart pounded in her chest to the point it would burst, so she finally got the courage to take her eyes away from the shifting trees and onto Locke.
"Locke?" she whispered. He was gone. She wondered how he left so quickly without her even realizing it. Before she could think about it even more another horrific noise was heard. Emily spun around rather clumsily and watched as trees were crushed, and yanked out of the ground. She stumbled backwards and fell onto the ground, a gasp escaping her throat. Another sound, one which spooked the animals who started making distressed noises.
Emily, who was far from the others watched Shannon move to Boone's side. "What was that?" she said, her voice thick with terror. As if on cue there was another sound. Oh joy. It sounded as if something very large was stepping on metal, emitting a crashing sound followed by a low growl that made the hair on everyone's body stand.
"That was weird, right?" she heard Charlie say, doubtfully. Sayid tore his eyes away from the jungle and gave him a perplexed look. IOf course this is weird/I she thought, strangely. How could it not be? The large... Well... Thing was moving through the jungle destroying anything in its way. Why wouldn't it come this way?
So Good Ol' Paranoid Em rapidly got to her feet, almost falling again, and ran. She ran into the opposite directions and into the woods away from it all. Away from the monster. Away from Locke. Away from this drastic change in her life! She's only twenty and she's going through all of this!
Stupidly, she dashed through the woods in whichever direction. Tree branches hit her as she ran; tearing her clothes and leaving her with cuts all over her face, arms, and legs. Emily's face stung from the slaps of the branches, but she kept running. Tears streamed down her face freely, for the third or fourth time that day. She hollered and cried out all of her anger inside of her and then finally stopped.
Emily was out of breath, and a sense of direction. She looked around trying to get a glimpse of camp, but finding none. She was lost. "Damnit," she cursed in anger. How could she be so foolish as to run blindly into uncharted lands? If that creature from before was out there then what was here? Surely there must be things that aren't pleasant.
"Shit," she mumbled, heatedly. She was now angry with herself for running off like a mad woman. She was about to say another curse when she heard a snap. Emily whirled around to see who it was. Her dark eyes squinted, trying to make out the figure which appeared to be one of a man's, but did not know who it was. "Hello?" she said, slowly.
After she cleared her throat she took a few steps forward and repeated, "Hello." She did not know who it was, because of the darkness which was consuming him. "Locke, is that you? Boone? Answer me!" she exclaimed. The dark figure moved back until she could not see anymore of him. Her eyes widened in fear. She did not want to be left alone again. She began to run after him, but he vanished.
"No..." she whispered, brokenly, falling down to her knees. Emily sat and lingered there for a long time until she heard shuffling and scurrying behind her. It frightened her, causing her to jump. She turned around and shrieked. "Oh God, no," she cried crawling back.
Large beasts with stiff black fur and straight tails were positioned in front of her. Some had tusks that curled out of their mouth that appeared to be about 4 inches long. They looked to be 5 feet long, and about 300 pounds. They looked like a cross between cute little pigs with the curly tails and ugly rats. There were five in total; no match for her.
She whimpered as they stepped closer at first sniffing her. Then one of the larger ones rammed its tusks into her leg. "Ow!" she screamed in pain, and kicked it back. Emily chose to block the squeals and angry cries out of her mind and got to her feet and began to run. Her muddy Nike sneakers carried her far, but were no match for the speedy animals. They nipped at her sides, slicing and lacerating whatever they could.
Emily started to dawdle, because she was becoming exhausted. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and beads of perspiration slid down her face. Unexpectedly she collided with a tree. What the hell was the tree doing there? She cursed in agony. How many times could she get hurt?
She was sprawled out on the ground with the wild boars sniffing the ground around her, their ears erect. She struggled for breath amid the air being knocked out of her. The boars picked up the sound and rushed over to her and attacked, mercilessly. That was when she realized they had very poor eyesight and relied mostly on their hearing. That wonderful piece of information did not help her much, now. The thing she didn't know was that boars were carnivorous. Pigs eating meat. Not possible...
The pain was excruciating to the point she became numb. The tusks were digging into her flesh, scraping the bone. She felt like something was trying to stop her from breathing. One of them stood on top of her, thrashing back and forth. She swore she felt her ribs crack...
Subsequently like an angel coming to her safety a person walks up, and screamed so the animals would run away. "Well, what do we have here?" she heard faintly from the masculine voice. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the pain soon unbearable, causing her to blackout.
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Boone felt the presence of his adoptive sister as they waited for the creature to show itself, but never did. He found that he was more curious than afraid. Shannon on the other hand was petrified and just about on top of him.
He shifted, uneasily as his arm was grabbed, rather forcefully. Unwanted feelings stirred inside him, some he did not want to dig up, even though they were still fresh in his mind. "Shannon," he said, softly. She looked up at him with hurt clear in her bright blue eyes, and pulled away. Shannon was in her early twenties as was he, and they grew up together, but for the last few years they had distanced and gone their separate ways.
Following the events of the trees phenomenally lifting out of the ground, he heard a faint scream. One that did not belong to the distraught animals, but of someone he knew vaguely.
He stepped down from where he was standing, and looked towards the area of the wreckage and saw one of the most inexplicable people on the island, Sawyer. He had to be in his late twenties, early thirties and was walking calmly into the forest. This made him feel uncomfortable so he went to check it out.
Strangely he was not alone, because Charlie and Sayid weren't far behind him. Shannon's screams for him to come back slowly died down when they reached the forest where they picked up speed.
"Where are we going?" Charlie questioned. All three men stopped and stared at each other. In unison the pointed at each other and said, "I was following you." Charlie, the now ex member of Driveshaft stifled a laugh. Sayid looked disheveled, his dark curls falling into his dark skinned face, and lines wrinkled his forehead. Sayid crouched to the ground and touched the sneaker trail.
"We go this way," he said in his thick Middle Eastern accent. They obliged and followed like chicks to a mother bird. They ran for some time and stopped when Sayid catch a glimpse of different tracks that were not human. "Boar," he hissed, standing from his squatted position.
"Let's hurry then. Whoever is out there is in trouble," Boone told them. Something inside of him was telling him that something was wrong and to the looks of it Charlie and Sayid felt the same way. So they rushed, whilst following the tracks which led to Sawyer who was bent over something... Correction: Someone.
"Sawyer, get away from that person," Charlie said, rage filled in his voice. Sawyer stood and smiled, after laying the person down. "What's it to you?" he asked, harmlessly.
Charlie and Sayid began to verbally fight with Sawyer as Boone moved around to see the girl from earlier. What was her name? He racked his brain for the name.
"Emily," he said, staring at the ragged body. It appeared to be like a doll that was run over several times. Boone rushed over to her, and winced when he saw the many cuts and bruises, some gruesome, and some merely scrapes. He slipped his arm beneath her head and the other under her legs. "Don't worry, you'll be fine," he told the unconscious Emily. Without telling the others he left, running back to get to the doctor.
He wondered why Sawyer left her there and not leave immediately after he saw her in her condition. This frustrated Boone, and told himself to deal with it later. And oh, he would.
Just as he ran into camp someone ran up to him. "What happened?" an older man, in his late forties asked, staring that the bloody girl in his arms. Worry and guilt were present in his eyes. Maybe this guy knew her.
"I suppose she ran into the forest for some reason, and along the way was attacked by wild boars," Boone said as he walked into the encampment. "Do you know where that doctor is?" he asked, not paying attention to what the older man was saying.
After a few minutes of looking for the physician he was bombarded with people who wanted to see what was wrong with her. The older man whom he came to know as Locke was shoving them away. With all the commotion the young doctor appeared with a grave look on his face.
"She needs help. Come on... What's your name?" Jack asked, motioning them to a tent. "My name is Boone," he said, and relayed the events that passed.
He looked down at the woman in his arms and furrowed his brows. Her face lost all color; she was as white as a ghost. Emily expression was utter petrifaction. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her body was trembling slightly. Drops of sweat slid down her face. Her honey nut hair was now dark, tangled, and damp from perspiration. Tears sprang from her eyes like a fountain.
Boone felt anguish like he had received the blows. His pace quickened, wanting to get her there as quickly as possible.
When they finally arrived, Jack told him to place her beside a man who had a piece of aircraft sticking out of his side. He tore his eyes from the torn man and placed Emily down. Subconsciously he wiped the sweat from her brow.
Her eyes slowly opened and grew wide. A moan escaped her mouth which made both men stare at her. "Emily, its Boone. I'm taking up your offer to chat. Remember?" he said a sad smile on his face.
"What?" she gasped, her lower lip and jaw trembled. Jack appeared in her view, and assessed her wounds. "Emily, I'm Jack and I will help you, but you have to stay awake, okay?" Jack told her. She realized that if she slept she might not ever wake up, but it was difficult. Emily never felt this tired in her life. On the plus side, the pain disappeared...
"She lost a lot of blood. There are two gashes that are serious, from what I can see. She also has a lot of scrapes and cuts which are minor and could be handled later. As for broken bones... There doesn't appear to be any, but if she does it'll be bad. We only have a limited amount of medicine, and who knows how long we'll be here," he told, Boone.
Boone's eyes narrowed onto the doctor. "Are you saying that you're going to let her die because there isn't enough meds?! What kind of a doctor are you?" Jack shook his head, and placed a hand on his shoulder which was quickly pushed away by Boone.
The medical doctor was a bit taken back, but shrugged it off. "I'm not saying that, Boone. It's the quite opposite. I will not let her die," he said, sighing. "Do you want me to help her or not?"
Boone could tell Jack was serious, but he was too. He didn't want her to die like any other person on the island. He growled and threw up his hands. "Yes, yes of course. Ah... I'll leave you then, but come to me if something happens."
Following his departure another male entered, one much older. John Locke, the man whom he had seen with the girl. "She will get through this," he muttered. He finally looked up at the doctor and said, "Just like the boy… Come to me if there is any change." With one more glimpse he left, grief stricken.
Jack was glad they were finally gone and grabbed a few bottles of vodka, and bandages. "This will hurt, Emily. Are you ready?" he asked as he sat down beside her.
Emily swallowed hard, and slowly nodded, unable to speak. She wasn't ready, but she did not want to die either. Not here, not now. Her eyes closed, trying to prepare herself. Before he set out to work, an odd pressure was put on her right hand.
Why can't he just get it over?!
She opened her eyes, and gazed up at the woman who was holding her hand. This was the person she had seen with Jack. Her dark hair was put in a messy ponytail with some strands escaping it.
Emily heard her say something, but it wasn't clear. Though the hand on hers made her feel comfortable, or at least something she would constrict through the pain she was going to be going through.
And afterward out of no where she felt hot liquid burn the open cuts. She arched in pain, but a firm hand pushed her back down as he resumed with pouring the liquid salve. He moved to the larger wound on her side, just below her breast. This would hurt the most.
And it did.
Screams and horrific cries came out of her. Hot tears spilled from her eyes as she squeezed the woman's hand...
People outside stayed away from the tent, clearly hearing the symphony of ghastly sounds. Everyone was quiet, all of them finding the noises disturbing.
A/N (again):
And to muh wonderful, fantastic, absolutely terrific reviewers:
I'm Still Drizzy: You're so demanding :P
Tigressinthemist: My first real reviewer! Thanks... Continue what you do best meep… Did you know that I love tigers too? ::wink wink:: XD
And I choose not to tell who she will be paired with. What kind of writer would I be if I told you what would happen, no?
Shannon Michelle: Thank you ::huggles:: It might get a little weird in the next few chapters, but bare with me! Everything will fit perfectly in the end.
Ihatethegoodtime: Oooooh, your review gave me goose bumps. So in depth . Thank you and I hope I helped with that problem in this chapter.
DarkBird1345: Thanks! I will :)
Monica: Thanks for your review, but I think you got your words mixed up XD This is a story not a quiz