Hey all, I'm just gonna say really quickly that just like last time, I don't own the Cranberries or any of their songs, now back to Ethan!
Ethan: S'up y'all I was doing laundry downstairs, and you'll never guess who I found
Sayid: ME!
Ethan: Yeah seems he somehow ended up falling own the laundry shoot
Sayid: I've been living off leather belts for 3 weeks.
Ethan: So I thought it'd be keen if…
Sayid: Keen? Where are you from man?
Ethan: Shut up, anyways I thought it'd be keen if Sayid got to sing a song!
Sayid: Why would I want to do that
Ethan: Just do it.
Sayid: Why?
Ethan: Or else, I won't give back Shannon's makeup
Shannon (from upstairs): (is booming and throwing stuff) WHERE'S MY F MAKEUP!
Sayid: Okay, okay, just give it back before the death toll starts
Shannon: WHERE IS IT! (CRASH) I (SMASH) WASN'T (BANG) IT (BLAM) NOW! (CHIME)
Boone (from upstairs): Shannon don't hurt me! NOOOOooooooo…
Another
Chapter 17
How Low Can You Go?
Kate opened her eyes, for the few milliseconds it took for her mind to register the pain she had closed them up again. She moved her hands up but they hit something, quizzically she opened her eyes again and found herself in complete darkness, but she was confined, she couldn't move left or right, even raise her hand more then a foot.
What had Vito done? She asked herself wriggling in the nonexistent space, she felt rough wood scrap against her bare arms and she pounded on it with her feet. Finding no succor in the non changing environment, she began to panic, hitting the sides until she heaved deeply for breathe do to exhaustion.
The air was hot, sticky and recycled, and it was then she realized what Vito had done. She knew he'd done this to get back at Anthony, she knew she probably wouldn't survive this, but she did want to, just to see Anthony get back at him for it.
She knew she was confined, in a small box, no bigger then her stature, she didn't know how, or if anything else had happened before that, she couldn't remember anything after being punched, so she assumed this was the first time she'd been conscious since then.
She could feel her pulse in the bruise swelling around her eye; she'd have a black eye for sure. Not her first, though if she didn't make it out of here, it would be her last. Finally something good came out of the situation with Anthony, if he hadn't been giving her so many practice black eyes; she might be able to handle the pain right now.
She bent her arms back slowly, though every time she moved them, they scraped against the purposely unsmooth side of the wood. She then moved them as far above her as possible, which she learned was not very far. They pressed against bark again and she groaned in frustration and pain as she tried to push the cover off of her.
She ran out of strength very quickly and as she dropped her hands, the lid of the coffin moved back down to its original spot releasing puffs of dust and clumps of dried dirt into the casket.
Kate quaked as she inhaled weakly, not only did Vito put her in the coffin, he put her in the ground. She lay back down, defeated, and closed her eyes, surrendering to the death that crept around in the coffin, like a predator that maliciously, stood by and watched it's prey die from the battle wounds, not being civil enough to just end the life.
For solace she ran through her mind the life she would've had, if Lindsay hadn't gotten mixed into this mess. She had no feelings against her, but knew to her better knowledge she was probably already dead.
She dreamed of Lindsay coming home that night like she was supposed to, instead of going out and getting caught. She dreamed of going to university, excelling in all her subjects, Lindsay being at her graduation cheering her on. She dreamed of meeting her brother-in-law, seeing her nephews and nieces, having big family picnics with Lindsay family and her just flourishing one.
Her eyes jolted open suddenly, the man in her dreams that she pictured herself with, the one to save her, to love her, to father her children, it was Leo. It was Leo, the man who protected her from Anthony whenever he could, who stood up for her, who went everywhere with her, who handed her his coat when she was dressed to her dislike, the guy who gave up his life for her.
Tears formed in her eyes as she realized all to late what she wanted, knowing that even if Leo and herself could blossom a relationship, how many obstacles there would be, including Anthony and his hundred of followers, but she knew that they could over come the hurdles together. She closed her eyes, dreaming of the days she wished would come, and slowly feel into a bittersweet sleep.
In the darkness she saw whirling colors, swirling and entwining themselves together for brief cataclysmic seconds before reversing and exploding like fireworks. In the distance she could hear a loud bang, almost on top of her in the night. She didn't care to notice though, all the weights of reality, all the dreads of existence were slowly being lifted off her, one by one.
Instead of feeling so heavy, so observant, so slavish, she felt volacious, like she could conga with the colors, take flight up into the soft, sympathetic arms of the clouds. Cuddle with the waves of endless comfort, forget what she had done in this life, what she was forced to do, what she didn't want to do. She could start anew, without a worry in the world.
About to lie her head down in celestial console, something cold gripped her. Something forced her away from the rainbows of hues, the whipped clouds, and the serine silence.
"Katie!" a voice called to her, it was distant, it echoed in the boundless meadow of this place she could only assume was some getaway, some limbo. She blew a raspberry, like she was going to go back. She'd spent all of five minutes here and she loved it a lot more.
Trembles shook through her, artic quivers, like someone was shaking her, jutting her awake. She chose to ignore such prodding, but it was persistent. Finally Kate gave in, the story of her life.
She opened her eyes shallowly and saw a grateful look of relief pass over the face that was leaned above her. Her body was half in and half out of the coffin; she lay in Leo's lap as he gently smoothed back her hair as he rocked back and fourth slightly, "Thank God you're okay," he whispered.
"Leo?" she asked weakly, the words struggling to leave her mouth, he gathered her gently out of the coffin and stood up, "Yeah it's me Katie," he confirmed.
"I thought you died," she informed, he chuckled as he carried her slowly, "Really, because I was just thinking the same thing about you. You've been missing for over eight hours. When that car drove up and fired on us, they shot me in the arm, it hurt for a little while but I'm fine," he disclosed, "But you don't look so good," he spoke as he gently ran a cold finger over her eye, "I'd kill that son of a bitch, but I think Anthony will enjoy it more."
Kate noticed in the blue murkiness of the night that he was carrying her up a small hill. Once on top she saw a magnificent mansion come into view, she assumed it was Vito's. Then a figure that looked like Anthony came into view, "Hey Tony, I found her she's fine," he called out.
Kate had wrapped an arm around his neck to pull herself up more to get a better view, Leo moved his hand to the small of her back supporting her position. She saw that there were two men on the ground in front of Anthony and it was clear that they had been beaten, both looked at the ground, probably told not to make eye contact.
"Good job Leo," Anthony turned and removed the cigarette from his mouth with one hand, and stealthy held a machine gun with the other, "We won't need these suckers anymore," he yelled and cocked the machine gun.
"Jesus Katie, don't look," he told her as he spun around and began to make his way down the hill. He sat down halfway to the bottom of the hill, and cradled Kate in his lap, "You're freezing," he told her as he kindly removed his jacket and wrapped it around her.
He wrapped his arms around her as she leaned into his chest, "I have to tell you something," she whispered, watching the little bubbled groups of frozen air emit from her mouth while she spoke.
"Yeah?" Leo asked as she looked up at him.
"I came back because of you," she divulged as she leaned back into his chest. He chuckled slightly, "I don't know whether to be guilty or overjoyed," he informed. Kate smiled, "Just be you," she suggested and he bent down to kiss the crown of her hair.
She jumped with she heard the gun shots so close to her, she knew what was happening, and tears streamed down her face, knowing that what she wanted had severe penalties. Leo kissed her forehead again and shushed her gently, "We'll get through this Kate," he enlightened, "We'll find a way to make this work…"
Kate opened up her eyes jadedly, seeing only pieces of ivory fluffiness come into view she moved to rub her eyes, but found that her arms had a different plan. She pulled but they didn't seem to move far from the bed. She blinked to clear her vision and lethargically moved her head up to notice that restraints were bonding her to wherever she was.
All she remembered was white, white walls, white bed, white sheets, the window was flooding the room with white light, but the restraints were a dull brown color. She moved to pull her legs up but they were also attached to the side of the bed on a metal rail. The general disposition of the room was bland and emotionless, even as far as uncaring.
"Ah, Kate you're awake," a doctor explained as he appeared out of nowhere, though in his white lab coat he could've surely blended in, "I guess the sedative dosage was a little large for your body mass, but you wouldn't quiet down," he thought of his choice of words, "Erm, relax."
Kate struggled against her restraints and glared at him, "Easy, easy," he told her, "That bruise on your stomach is really awful," he explained reaching down to move the gown to see her bruise. Kate immediately began to struggle to her full extent, pulled the fetters so hard they left deep imprints in her skin.
"Nurse I need another sedative," he demanded as Kate pulled so hard her face began to turn red.
Outside Eleanor fiddled uneasily with the strap of her purse, why was this taking so long? She had just wanted them to prescribe some antidepressants, like they'd given her after her husband's untimely death and her only son's disappearance. She'd like to say that she didn't need to use them anymore, but Jack screwing up his life by being with this girl, especially when he should be concentrating on his career, they made her crawl back to them.
She heard a fight occur in the room they had taken Kate to after she'd tried desperately to wrench herself away from Eleanor, but it was foolish, Eleanor had to drag Jack places he didn't want to be his whole life, and was used to a struggle.
The doctor yelled urgently for more of the sedative he'd given Kate earlier, it had knocked her out pretty quick. Almost instantly after Kate was held down and forcibly injected, her eyes began to droop, she looked up at Eleanor with her last pang of energy.
Eleanor recognized the look in her eyes all to well; she was so used to receiving it from Jack. He'd given her the same look when she demanded that he go and bring back her husband, because he had been disgraced publicly by his only son.
She sat in the neutral colored waiting room chair, the kind that had been used millions of times before, the fabric was torn and the padding exposed. She stared at the off yellow walls that offered her some comfort in their light color. The nurse at the desk was talking on the phone to someone, trying to make them understand that they couldn't have more then one appointment a week with the psychiatrist no matter how much they needed it.
All her thoughts were drowned out by heavy stamps coming from down the hall. Eleanor froze as she did every time someone passed the door, in fear that it was Jack. This time, she was right, and she knew it as soon as heard the furious beating of his shoes against the linoleum floors.
He opened up the door and surprisingly to herself she held her ground. Jack's eyes scanned the empty waiting room and came upon her lonesome self. He walked over to her and stood directly in front of her before she got up.
"Jack, you know she needed psychiatric help. She was…" Jack didn't think twice about cutting her off, "Where is she?" he growled angrily. She didn't answer him so he left her and approached the desk clerk. She told him immediately which room Kate was in and Jack made it just in time to see her being forcefully injected with some drug.
An orderly had pinned down her shoulders while the doctor infused the drug into her system.
"Kate!" he called as he ran over to her to see her eyes fall closed. He sighed angrily, "I'm taking her out of here," and with that Jack started to undo the brown leather straps that held her in place.
"Who are you?" the doctor asked as he placed her chart down.
"Jack Sheppard," Jack said quickly undoing the foot restraints, "She's my girlfriend."
"Mr. Sheppard, I know this is hard but…"
"Dr. Sheppard, I'm a Doctor at this hospital, and I know what's best for her," He explained as he threw off the last restraint.
"Unless you're a Doctor of psychology, then you have no idea what to treat her for," The doctor argued back.
"Did my mother tell you what happened?" he shouted as he grabbed Kate's clothes nearby and started to dress her, "She was almost raped, and I don't know psychology that much, but wouldn't restraining her arms, be like the guy forcing her down? Wouldn't injecting her with sedatives be like him beating her until she passed out? Would undressing her against her free will be the exact same thing he did?" Jack yelled.
The doctor hung his head and left the room as Jack finished dressing Kate in her proper clothes. He lifted her limp body into his arms and walked out of the hospital room and straight passed his mother in the lobby.
"Jack," She began as she stood from her seat. Jack didn't even cease walking, he merely just shook his head and declared, "Don't come near her again," as he left the hospital.
Ethan: Do your dance
Sayid: I have decided I will not
Ethan: Oh you will
Shannon: WHERES MY MAKEUP BIATCHES!
Ethan: Anyways Shiggity's in a hurry so I get to do it! Huzzah!
Pinker Pink
Ethan: Yeah Jack's track suit was pretty hot…I'm totally just kidding. He should've worn one from the Royal Tenenbaums.
Shiggity: Hey I like "Whatever the case may be" except for the part with the yelling, because that reminded me of something my Ex did to me. ERRR
Ethan: Where is he, I'll take him down
Shiggity: S'okay I already kicked his ass…
Oreata
Ethan: Yeah I think you care deeply, so deeply that you can't sleep at night because you're afraid that the cellophane is creeping up on you!
October Sky
Ethan: Ewww Shannon, she's so dirty
Shannon: WHERE'S MY MAKEUP!
Ethan: I made over Boone with it
Boone: I'm Paris Hilton (giggles)
Ethan: My God that was so wrong
Sayid: Shannon I'll get your makeup back just…
Shannon: (Goes on a biatchtastic rampage destroying everything In path)
Jin: (screams and points) Ahhhh Bitachzilla!
CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88
Ethan: Damn straight! Me and Shiggity go together like milk and eggs!
Claire: Here's you milk and eggs Ethan
Ethan: Thanks
Orlando-crazy
Ethan: PSHWA, she went there got back and bought the T-Shirt (snaps fingers)
Eliza4892
Ethan: Leo's fine…for now…don don don
Lillywriter
Ethan: Jack's mom's okay, we play poker once and a while.
Jack: You've been talking to my momma.
Ethan: Wouldn't you like to know?
CharlieClaireforlife
Ethan: I feel sorry for me, having to sit through this crappy story
Shiggity: You want JasmineHR to start poking you again?
Ethan: LOVE the story dahling.
JasmineHR
Ethan: Your vote counts for nothing! NOTHING!
Locke: Hey, why doesn't anybody vote for my sexual self? I'm sexy!
Ethan: Okay that was wrong too…
Jackluver928
Ethan: Spelling mistakes are most welcome here. Apparently no one has ever seen Shiggity's rough drafts
Shiggity: have you eve been biatch slapped?
Standardblack
Ethan: Yeah Jack disowned his mom, so maybe that'll straighten her out. But probably not.
FanOfLOST
Ethan: Leonard, S'up yo, taking on the DL baby!
Shiggity: they're gonna be the best of friends!
Ethan: We can go to the park, and go to the ice cream store, and kidnap unsuspecting people, and…
Shiggity: (accepting award) I'd like to thank my momma, for always being there, and my papa for sticking around, and little Billy bob Joseph, for teaching me that life is to short to sit around scratching yourself with. And Ethan, my pride and joy! They grow up so fast (breaks down crying, then walks off wrong side of stage and has to be guided the other way) LOL and you can beat your mother, me and my mom have biatch slapping fights all the time. (shrugs) Maybe just in Canada…
Rain1657
Ethan: You thought I forgot about you, but no, you get the honor of going last, because you took the time t actually email Shiggity and tell her how much her story rocks, which is pretty darn nice. So by the power in me, I give you, this chocolate chip cookie!
Ethan: Next time……On……'Another'… The Kogoraioroalwo tribe strengthens it's bonds
Girl: I say we vote off the strong guy
Guy: Yeah totally let's do it
Strong guy: Why did I have to have pecks
And the Ugakookoamungalo falls upon desperate measures
Girl: I woke up in the night and there was this crab sitting there
Guy: we were all pretty freaked up by it, not knowing if it was going to attack us or anything
Another guy: Someone had to do something about it, and I was like "it's a crab, no way…"
Lol JK I love to joke. Next time, Jack gets his Emmy nominated soliloquy!
