Disclaimer:I (sadly)do not own any part of LOST

This is my version of the charactor Alex,whom we havn't met yet.


THE TIP OF THE ARROW.

The rain seemed to never stop. The dark clouds had gathered overhead and the

Only light to see by was the quick flashes of lightning in the sky. Where the ground

Was once dry, mud squished underfoot. Trees blew sideways and dibre was flying everywhere. Sayid looked up from girl he was carrying as thunder sounded

Overhead. "Why you, why?"Sayid almost sobbed as he saw, with pain, the large wound

In the girls side. Sayid was walking next to a river that was flooded. The water was rising quick, but he had to stay close to it, it was his only chance to make it to the cave. How long he walked beside it with the lifeless girl he did not know, but it seemed like days.

All he could do was keep walking. But he knew he couldn't keep going forever, not like this!

Suddenly he heard a loud crack behind him, felt something hit the back of his head,

And then……darkness. The last thing he remembered befour blacking out was the day he met the girl that now lay next to him, unconscious. This is the story of how he met Alex.


"Hold it still." Locke said, looking up from the cage he was building. "I am!" Sayid grumbled in reply and tried to hold the two bamboo pieces still as Locke tied them together with some braided vines. "So….what is this for?" Sayid asked after a moment.

"Boar." Locke said simply. Sayid rolled his eyes. "I know that! I mean…why would you put a boar in a cage when you can just hunt it down and kill it?" Locke sighed, trying to think of a way to explain it to the other man. "I bring back a boar every other day if I need to, but I can get a lot more, so if we have a cage to put one in, it will mean one less day to go out and find one!" Sayid nodded his head. "How are you going to bring back a live one and a dead one at the same time?" Locke looked at him and winked. Sayid just

looked confused, and then he understood, with a shock, what the hunter meant. "I, you can't mean, look, I don't even know how to hunt boar! I would be lucky to catch a rabbit!" Locke laughed heartily and stood up to admire the newly built cage. "I can't go Locke! Take Jack! Or Charlie, or Hurley!" Sayid was almost begging Locke now. Locke shook his head. " Hurley?" Sayid stopped to think. "……Well maybe not Hurley, but you saw what happened to Boone!" Locke nodded, a pained look in his eyes. Boone had been

sent into the jungle with a trap to set, and Locke had told him to go three days into the jungle where the boar were plentiful. Three days passed, then another three, and on the seventh day that he was gone, a search party went out to find him. He was found gagd

and tied to a tree, barely breathing and unconscious. Locke had felt responsible for his torture and, for the last couple of weeks, had been hunting by him self. Even the thought of going out into the jungle with whatever hurt Boone chilled you to the bone. What had been most distressing was the way Boone never talked in full sentences, but instead muttered about things that They(that was what he called them)had done to him. One name he repeated over and over again: Alex……Alex……Alex. For Sayid, it was especially un-nerving, because when he had talked to the French lady, she had mentioned her child, Alex, whome he had assumed dead,but now he thought utherwise. "I will only need you for a few days to set this trap. And I don't imagine you have anything else to do…." Locke said evenly. Sayid sighed, but nodded his head. "I will come, but we don't leave each other's side, ok? Locke smiled in his knowing way and nodded. Sayid smiled, feeling a bit better then befour. "When do we leave?" Locke shouldered a back pack and threw a similar one to Sayid. "Right now. Let's go!"