The Outsiders Chapter 3
Walt ran as fast as he could down a path to the beach, with Vincent racing ahead of him. The jungle was just a blur of green, nothing else. Reaching a fork in the trail he dashed to the left, and soon broke free of the jungle and came to the beach. He spotted Jin in the water with his net made of vines, fishing, and kept on running toward him.
"Where's Hurley," he shouted and skidding to a halt. He nearly passed out standing there from overexertion
Jin said something that Walt couldn't understand in Korean, and pointed off down the beach towards camp.
"Thanks!" he called, as he took off down the beach with Vincent on his heels. "What did he say?" he muttered under his breath. He was panting like crazy by now, but kept up his pace. "Hurley," he called, when he was within a hundred feet of the big guy who was attempting to fish. "French Lady…by the stream…emergency…you go now…got to get Sayid."
"Aw crap," Hurley mumbled, taking a second to understand. "What'd I get my self into now?" Hurley began to take off at his standard lumbering pace.
Walt never stopped running; he just kept on sprinting down the beach towards camp. He held back the urge to be sick. Instead, he covered his mouth, gagging. It sounded like he was having an asthma attack. He was almost sucking in air so hard that it made him cringe with each lungful of air.
Jack and Kate sat in some of the seats of the airplane, that had been saved from the rising tide, in the shade if tree, in the beach, discussing Sun's ability to speak English.
"You mean that you knew beforehand that Sun could speak English?" Jack exclaimed.
"Yeah," returned Kate nonchalantly. "She just made me promise not to tell anybody about her secret. Michael was the only other person who knew."
"Michael knew too?" He sounded surprised. Both Kate and Jack turned in the direction of a loud barking, and caught sight of Walt and Vincent rushing towards the two of them.
Walt only slowed down for a millisecond, and hollered, "Where's Sayid?" Both Jack and Kate pointed to where he and Shannon sat near Sayid's makeshift hut.
Sayid and Shannon sat at a crude table, about a foot and a half tall, and fashioned from a piece of metal from the wreckage, poring earnestly over some of the French Lady's documents. Sayid glanced up as Walt stumbled over to them!
Walt fell to his knees in front of them, "The French Lady," Walt gasped, struggling for oxygen. "She needs you Sayid. Its…its an emergency. Go!" He was panting, trying to get the last out. "Hurley's…Hurley's…."
Sayid stared at Walt waiting for him to say more, "What? What about Hurley…," but Walt just couldn't finish. He swayed back and fourth for a second, and his eyes began to roll back into his head. With that, he passed out, and landed face down in the sand with a thump.
Vincent came walked over to him, whimpering, with his headed low to the ground. He had that look on his face that dogs got, when they're sad or submissive. He wagged his tail slowly, and licked Walt on the face, as though he was trying to revive him, but Walt wouldn't get up.
Both Shannon and Sayid had taken, Shannon to who knows where. Vincent sat down and barked, trying to get someone's attention, staying by Walt's side.
Flashback:
A four-month-old Vincent ran exuberantly around a six year old Walt, in the back yard of Brian and Susan's Australian mansion. Although Brian had adopted Vincent when they had all moved there recently, and was really Vincent's owner, Walt called him his dog.
"Go on boy, go and get." Walt called out to Vincent. "Good boy!" The two of them played fetch, in the backyard, dashing this way and that after each other.
Walt giggled as Vincent tore towards him, as an unbridled package of puppy energy, and barreled him over onto his backside. Vincent dropped the ball in his mouth, and smothered Walt in a mess of wet doggie kisses.
Walt tried to open his mouth to say, "Get of me Vincent," but each time he did, he got a slobbery French kiss from the 20-pound Yellow Lab standing on his chest. "Bleeeeccckkk," he spit, as he opened up his mouth to speak once more, only to got a mouthful of Vincent's tongue. Apparently, being French kissed by your dog wasn't that pleasant.
Walt gave up his fruitless attempts of trying to get the dog of his chest, and just laughed.
End Flashback:
Hurley flew through the jungle as quickly as he could. Despite his large size, he was quite agile. He kept checking the ground for impediments, changing his stride to make sure he wouldn't trip. The leaves along the jungle floor crackled with each pounding footstep.
Upon hearing a second pair of crashing footsteps, besides his own, he glanced to his left. He caught glimpses of Sayid through the intermittent spaces between the forest trees, sprinting as fast as he could along another path that would soon intersect with his own.
The two of them came to the fork at the same time, and sprinted along side each other.
"So the French Lady wanted you to come too?" Sayid asked.
"I sure hope so!" exclaimed Hurley. "I do not want to have made this run for nothing. I mean, I know I need exercise, but I think this may be a bit excessive," he joked.
The two of them came around one last turn in the path together, and approached the small clearing by the stream. There stood the French lady with her hands clenched in front of her, in a vice-like grip. It was evident that she was sleep deprived, and strained.
She turned her head to them and spoke with a spine-chilling, desolate tone. "The others, they are in your camp."
"We know," said Hurley, confused. "Ethan." he glanced at Sayid quizzically.
"Danielle," reported Sayid in his usual calm manner, "There is no need to worry. Ethan is no more."
"No, you don't understand!" Her face was grief-stricken with anguish. "The others, they have you. You must not become theirs. The others…there are more!"
H0pe that you liked this one too. I know it was somewhat uneventful, but that because I can't fit what I wanted in this chapter. That stuff has to go in chapters four and five.
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