No, October Sky, that was the right person...
Sawyer walked along the beach, so far that the other survivors were black ants in the distance. He collapsed on the sand, feeling the sun burn his face, welcoming the distraction. It was already hot, though it couldn't have been later then 10 in the morning.
Closing his eyes he lay back, soaking up the heat. As soon as he shut his eyes memories flooded through his head, bombarding his mind with flashing images.
The drink intoxicating his system, he wandered through the jungle, the feeling of bliss that accompanied alcohol making his heart swell. The sky rumbled darkly above him, a warning of the storm to come...
..."Freckles, what's a girl like you doing so far inside the dark jungle?" he leered at her, the drink making him even more infuriating than usual.
"I needed time to think" she snapped irritably, nose wrinkling at his breath...
He was angry. Rage boiled in his mind, blinding him to everything. Angry so pure it blinded him to everything, to the whispering thoughts in his head the told him to stop...The sky growled, a tongue of white flame flicking across the sky...
She screamed, the sound lost in the thunder of raindrops that fell around them. Light flashed, and her face was illuminated. Eyes wide in terror, skin dead white, blood dripping black down her face. The sky wept tears of ice, shattering around him as he...
Sawyers eyes snapped open. His breath grated in his chest; he couldn't breath. He sat up quickly, headache shrieking in his skull. He winced and gripped his temples in shaking hands. No matter how hard the tattoo in his head would beat, the images flicked through his mind, stuck in a treacherous loop. He growled and punched the sand angrily. Tears of frustration and guilt drifted into the corner of his eyes, and the once beautiful scenery blurred away to a smear of random colour.
Sawyer stood up and ran into the surf, the relentless surges smashing against his body. Gritting his teeth against the cold, he stood like a statue, letting the ocean bruise and beat him. You will pay for what you did... whispered his heart, cold as the sea.
Jack wandered through the jungle towards the beach, seating in the sweltering heat. He had a feeling that the cough lurking in Shannon's chest was more than just a mere cold.
His foot falls squelched darkly in the wet mud. The forest was oddly silent, none of the hidden birds singing, nor the bugs humming their toneless melodies. The music of the jungle was quiet, cowed. It made him nervous.
He froze suddenly, listening. There was a noise, so faint he could not be sure it was real or his mind playing tricks. He stepped forward, and the noise stopped. He quickly walked forward, ears straining. There was eternal silence around him. A flash of colour out of the corner of his eye... He turned quickly. The unnatural blue was still there, a tiny sliver through the trees, glowing in the seas of green and brown.
He crept forward, slipping through the trees. A still form lay on the ground, skin deathly pale. He felt his heart lodge in his throat Brown hair was plastered across her face, as though trying to mask the purple bruise that spread across the left side of her face.
"Kate..."
He knelt beside her. She was motionless. He placed a hand at her neck, praying for a pulse, any signs of life.
It was as though his fingers had given her an electric shock. Her body lurched, and her eyes snapped open, wide with terror. Her eyes snapped onto his face.
"Jack?"
She tried to sit up, and her face contorted with pain. She fell back, trembling. Jack bent over her, trying to calm her down.
"Kate, it's okay, I'm here. Try not to -"
Her eyes rolled up, muscles slackening. She fainted. Gently, he picked her off the ground, hoping he was not damaging her body further. It was too dangerous to leave her here, alone.
Her head rested against his chest, and he saw the extent of the blow to her face. It covered her entire eye, spread down her nose and across a cheek. Blood was caked across the left side of her face, black as poison. He wondered what monster had done this...
When Sawyer returned, cold and wet, people were speaking in hushed voices, glancing nervously at the forest. Sawyer wandered towards it, but Sayid grabbed his arm.
"I would not go in there now." Sawyer looked scornfully at the darker man.
"And why would that be?" Sayids face darkened with a worried frown.
"You have not heard?"
"Heard what?" Sawyer felt the beginnings of fear dripping down his spine.
"Kate has been attacked. It is not safe to go in there" Sawyer stared at him, and his skin crawled. The fear and anger that radiated of Sayid made him feel sick. As the dark man walked away, Sawyer found himself wishing that he had restrained himself when he had found that bottle of whisky...
Jack wrapped his friend tightly in blankets, trying to stave off the inevitable pneumonia. He dabbed the blood of her white cheek, stomach curling into a knot when he realised how far the damage stretched. The scratches were not only on her face, but slipped across a shoulder and disappeared under her shirt. As though she had dragged... the thought was alarming. He felt a twitch under his hand, and drew back quickly as she burst into wakefulness. She tensed and jerked away even before her eyes opened. She seemed to gave straight through him for a moment, but then her dark eyes centered on him.
"Jack? What..." she glanced around the caves, confused. "How did I get here?"
"I brought you here. You were in the jungle. Remember?"
She shuddered, and whispered softly, almost to herself.
"I remember."
