Yay. Another chapter. This isn't one of my greatest fics, but maybe I can make it better. Woot.

Attack of the Polar Bears

This is fun. I'm wet, I'm ridding in a sopping wet hood, and now I'm seeing other people's flashbacks.

"Every trek needs a coward." Charlie said.

"You're not a coward." Kate told him. I wouldn't be so sure about that. You should have seen how fast he was running away from that monster thing.

FWOOSH!

Tap tap tap. Charlie needed his drugs. Tap tap tap. He needed them bad. Tap tap tap.

"Excuse me, sir. Do you need anything?" the flight attendant questioned him.

Tap tap tap. "No. I'm alright." Tap tap tap. "Please." She left, looking slightly worried. Charlie glanced back. She was talking about him to the other flight attendants. Tap tap tap. If he could just get his drugs. Tap tap tap. Just a little bit. He looked back again. They started coming towards him. Charlie took off. Passing between isles and brushing past someone, he made it to the bathroom at the front of the plane. Taking off his shoe, Charlie took the little bag out and opened it. At last, he had them. Sniiiiiiiff.

"Sir?" Outside of the bathroom was one of the male flight attendants. "Sir? Open up."

"Just a minute!" Charlie took a little more of his drug.

"Sir? We need you to open up." Bang bang, they pounded on the door.

"Just a minute!" Charlie said again. He looked at the bag of drugs. Why was he doing this? It was ruining his life. He could stop now. The toilet. He could flush them down the toilet. Charlie dropped his little bag, reached for the handle—

WHAM! The plane jolted, throwing Charlie against the ceiling. He quickly got out of the bathroom stall, dodging a runaway food cart. The plane kept rocking. Charlie moved back, trying to find a seat. There! He sat down, buckled the seatbelt, and grabbed the oxygen mask.

What was that? So Charlie really is a druggy. I guess I pointed him in the right direction after all... or not.

The three (and a half—a quarter maybe?) companions arrived back at the beach, where Sawyer and Sayid were dueling it out.

What are they doing? Stupid humans! Fighting for no good reason! Oh wait, the cowboy thinks the Arab guy is a terrorist.

The fairy rolled her eyes.

So, yay… Now a bunch of people are going into the jungle. Apparently Sayid is good at fixing stuff, and he fixed the transceiver thingy. Woot. However, they cant get any reception here at the beach, so they're gonna go climb one of the mountians on this lovely island to see if'n they can get any signal up there. Oh, if they only knew. I was thinking that it probably isn't the greatest idea to go traipsing through the forest with that crazy Ethan robot guy. Oh well. Kate, Sayid, Charlie, the blonde, her brother, and Sawyer have come on this little trip. Yes… Sawyer. I don't know why he came. Saw that random dog again, staring at us. A little creepy. I'm still riding in Charlie's hood. And the Arab guy and Sawyer are still arguing. And Shannon is still blonde.

They walked for a while longer, getting higher and higher.

Rustle rustle

Everyone looked around.

"What was that?"

"It's coming towards us, I think." Charlie responded.

Shannon started screaming. "Oh, I shouldn't have come! I shouldn't have come! Aaaahhh!"

"Run! RUN!"

Crap! Something's chasing us! But it doesn't sound like that monster thing…

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Turning around, the rest of the group saw Sawyer, gun in hand, standing over the body of a large white animal.

"What is it?"

What do you think it is?

"It's a bear."

"That's not just a bear," Kate corrected (someone… I forget), "That's a polar bear!"

"Polar bears don't live in the jungle," Shannon, oh wise one, said.

"Spot on." Charlie agreed with her.

Spot on? What? I'm terribly confused. Oh well, guess Ms. French lady is minus one of her bears. Darn! not

"Where'd that come from?" Kate asked Sawyer.

"I don't know! Bear Village?"

"Not the bear, the gun."

Oh, good question.

"I lifted it off of a U.S. Marshall I saw."

"How'd you know he's a Marshall?"

"Because he had a little badge. See? I took that too."

Sayid commented about Sawyer being the prisoner who belonged to a pair of handcuffs found in the woods. Kate and Sawyer argued for a bit about the gun, until Kate took it, and unloaded it. Sayid asked her what was wrong.

"Nothing."

And everyone believes that!

FWOOSH!

Kate is on the plane sitting next to the Marshall. He offers her a drink and she refuses. Her hands are handcuffed to the seat. When the turbulence starts, the Marshall is knocked unconscious by something that hit him on the head. Kate struggles to get the keys from him as she puts the oxygen masks on herself and the Marshall.

Kate's a fugitive! Wow, I supposed I should have figured that out when I saw her with the handcuffs on. Hehe…

When the castaways reached an open area, Sayid checked to see if the transceiver was working. It was. But a strange voice was coming out of it… And it wasn't speaking in English.

"It's the French!" Charlie said, gleefully. "The French are coming!"

Umm… no they aren't.

"Can anyone speak French?" Sayid asked.

No one said anything. Then Boone lit up. "She can!" he pointed towards his sister.

"What? No I can't"

"You spent a year in France!"

"Drinking, not studying!"

Oh, I never would have guessed.

They argued for a bit more and Sayid gave the transceiver to Shannon. As she listened, her face grew dark and she pointed out that it was repeating. Sayid started calculating by the number that the transmission said after it repeated. Shannon translated the message.

"Help," she said. "They're all dead… It killed them… It killed them all… Help me…"

"Sixteen years."

"What?" Everyone looked at Sayid.

"The transmission, it's been playing, over and over again… for sixteen years."

Wow. He's smart.

They all looked at each other.

"Guys," Charlie said, "Where are we?"

YAY! Another chapter is COMPLETE! I gotta stop quoting everything. Oh… about the next chapter. I haven't actually seen the 3rd episode of Lost. I've read about what happens… but I haven't seen it. So be prepared for a fuzzy chapter. The chapters should get better as they go along, and I get the gist/hang of this story. Also, it'll help to write about episodes that I remember more of. Yay…

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