Suspencer! Don't you pout at me! LOL!
At midnight, when everything in the immediate vicinity of the cell had gone to sleep, they made their move. It was only Shannon and Sawyer at first, but as soon as they were out of sight, the others would get through and get away. Shannon and Sawyer were to provide a distraction.
Instead of the other plan, which involved a loud escape and run through the jungle, the group had decided that Shannon's plan was a lot better. It would eliminate any threat from the virus, Lenora, or the man-beasts in one fell swoop. It was brilliant…and Shannon did say that herself.
As Shannon and Sawyer crept around the beasts, which it seemed took to sleeping where they fell; they were both very aware of what was at stake. If something went wrong, not only would they probably be killed, but everyone else as well.
Outside of Lenora's tent they paused and Sawyer took the opportunity to ask Shannon something.
"You never answered my question about the birthmark. Why not?"
For once in her life, Shannon felt the urge to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. She followed it. "My mother's name was Emily. Emily DeMer. Though you probably know her best as Mother." Shannon studied Sawyer's face as it went from shock to recognition. Before he could say anything though she swept into the tent.
She began to search quietly; all too aware that Lenora slept mere feet away. She was also all too aware that her newly informed brother searched the other side of the room. This was dangerous and very stupid. Shannon had always had bad luck with dangerous things. She had a habit of losing people to them.
(Flashback)
"Hi, ummm, can you connect me to Isabella Rousseau? She's in room 4, the number is 815-16-23-42. Yeah? Thanks."
Shannon waited outside the airport terminal for Isabella to pick up the phone. She'd already rung the house and the maid had told her that Isabella had gone to the hospital for an appointment. Shannon needed to speak to her mother-in-law before she went back to L.A. They had some arrangements that needed to be made.
"Hello, this is Dr. Leery."
"Hello doctor. It's Shannon. How are you?" Dr. Leery was one of the doctors that had worked on Shannon so many years ago after the incident with Jean.
"Shannon, I'm fine. And you?"
"Great. Ummm, I'm looking for Isabella. Is she there?"
"You haven't heard." Shannon could hear the weariness in the doctor's voice. "I'm sorry, but Isabella passed on this morning."
"What? The cancer? I thought she was getting treatment…"
"She was. On the way into the hospital she got into a car accident. She suffered fatal injuries."
"How is that…"
"Shannon, are you alright? You sound bad…"
Shannon didn't hear the rest of what he'd been about to say. She'd hung up on him. Sorrow beat at her in waves and she blindly made her way to a stall in the restroom. Once inside she began to sob and for precious seconds grief overwhelmed her. She beat her hands against the door and tore the tissue holder from the wall. Finally, exhausted by what was only a few minutes activity, she sank to her knees and sobered up.
Shannon should be used to losing people she loved. It happened all the time to her.
(End Flashback)
Sawyer gestured for Shannon's attention. "I got it!" He whispered excitedly. Before either of them knew what was happening, the figure of Duke loomed behind Sawyer and knocked the small canister he'd been holding out of his hand. Then wrapping a hand around Sawyer's throat, he threw him through the tent wall and woke up the entire camp.
Shannon paid no mind to Sawyer's predicament, (he could take care of himself) and flew at the canister that lay within inches of the bed. Just as she wrapped her hand around it a large foot slammed on her wrist. Unfortunately, her wrist was above the canister and slammed right into it, breaking her wrist and sending the canister rolling under the bed.
"Bad girl! You've been plotting!" Lenora screamed as she reached down and grabbed a fistful of Shannon's hair. Pulling it (hard!) she got Shannon to stand up. Lenora gritted her teeth in an eerie smile as she started to slam Shannon's head into the metal pole in the center of the tent. Shannon, however, hated it when people pulled her hair.
"Bitch, let go!" Shannon yelled as she wrenched her hair from Lenora, who unfortunately kept a good hold of a hunk of it. Shannon turned and saw the many strands of blonde hair in her hand. "Is that mine?"
Lenora smiled evilly and let them float to the ground. Shannon had had enough. She tackled Lenora in a whirl of fiery blonde fury. As she pummeled the elderly lady into a pulp, outside Sawyer was most definitely not holding his own. He was getting his ass kicked.
A punch to the jaw of Duke, earned him two kicks in the side by the creatures. Turning to them he missed Duke's fist swinging towards his face. It missed his face…but hit him in the back of the head. He went flying forward, straight into the creatures. They began to surround him and were about to pounce, when a loud shout was heard from within the tent. Concern for their "mother" had them turning there, where Shannon had just stepped out with a large silver canister in her hand.
"I got it! And I was right!" Shannon looked at Sawyer on the ground and laughed. "I knew you'd get your ass kicked."
"I didn't get my ass kicked. I was regrouping. Why aren't they attacking?"
Shannon moved a little and the eyes of all the creatures followed that movement. "This is creepy."
"You are the leader."
Shannon looked at Duke with confusion. "Huh?"
"You have the holy relic. You are leader."
"Huh?"
"The canister."
"Oh! No, this is to cure you."
"A holy relic. If we were good she would give it to us. So far, I was the only one who was good enough to get the cure."
"Dude, Duke! That's what's different about you! You're not all creepy man-creature guy."
"Sticks, maybe it's time to go."
"Should we give them the cure?"
"Maybe we should ask the doctor to do that."
"Why?" Shannon asked, holding the canister behind her where Sawyer couldn't touch it.
"Because he'll know how to give it to them."
"Oh, that's easy. It's airborne. All I do is push this button and…oops."
"Oops!"
"I may have pushed the button." Shannon squirmed where Sawyer had grabbed her arm. "It was an accident."
Around them the creatures were falling unconscious, twitching when they were, and generally freaking out Shannon. "Let's run."
"They're fine. I did the same when it was given to me."
The trio, Shannon, Sawyer, and Duke, stood there for a moment. Then Duke spoke. "Maybe you should go. They will be very disoriented when they wake."
"Umm, don't call us…we'll call you!" Shannon said as she ran out of the camp, with Sawyer fast at her heels.
"Shannon! Stop!" Shannon stopped when Sawyer yelled for her to and turned just in time to be knocked over by a startled Sawyer.
"You told me to stop so you could tackle me!"
"No, you stopped suddenly. It surprised me." Sawyer snarled as he stood and dusted himself off.
"Why'd we stop?"
"We should try to find the others."
"I'm sure they're well on their way to the caves."
"Good point. Are you really my sister?"
"Give a girl a second. That was sudden."
"You didn't give me a second."
"So? I'm a girl, I don't have to."
"So I have to give you a minute to adjust but you don't have to give me one?"
"True. Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I am your sister."
"Wow."
Shannon concentrated. "Yeah, wow. Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"HELP! HELP! SHUT UP HURLEY! I AM NOT A GIRL!"
"That."
"Yeah. Sounded like Boone."
"He is such a girl."
Last chapter is next! HAHAHA! Might be a while before I start the next story. I have to finish my X Men one too. They're pissed at me!
