Part III

Faces, hundreds, maybe even thousands, swam around the walls. Locke tried to focus his eyes on them, but they kept spinning, darting around, making it hard for him to pick one out.

Suddenly, a female voice called to him. "John, I can't go on the trip with you."

Twisting his head around, Locke saw an unfamiliar blonde woman's face standing out from the rest. Her eyes were sparkly green and her hair was so long it must have reached her knees. Even though Locke had never seen her before, he knew who it was by the voice.

"Helen?" he breathed, not daring to blink for fear the face would start moving again.

The woman smiled, then started to fade.

Outside the hatch, the others were dying. The beam of blinding white light was making their skin shrivel and peel up off their bones. The faces were becoming stretched and finally, they burst, sending forth a stream of bright red blood. Slowly, their bodies collapsed in on them and the fell, their bodies now the size of a human baby.

Walt was left standing in the middle of the clearing, knee-deep in bodies.

Suddenly, his will-power snapped. He was broken.

Falling down upon his knees, he beat the ground and began screaming for forgiveness.

Sawyer and Kate had given up running and were now walking along, hand in hand, in silence. Suddenly, they strolled out of the trees and found themselves back on the beach.

"What the…how the hell did we end up back here?" Sawyer exclaimed.

"No idea, but we should get out of here before-"

Something behind them snapped.

Whirling around, they came face to face with Walt.

"Holy crap! Don't sneak up on us like that!" Kate scolded. Walt just stared at her.

"Where's my dad?" he asked in a babyish voice. "I want my daddy."

"Uh,….look, Walt," Sawyer said, shifting do his body blocked out the view of Michael's corpse. "We should all go back into the jungle. You know, in case the others come back and-"

"They're not coming back." Walt said in a steel-cold voice. "They died. The hatch killed them."

"What?"

"They died. I saw them die!" Walt screamed. "I wished I died too! I made them do this," he gestured at the bodies strewn on the sand. "All of this!"

"Walt, honey," Kate said gently. "Are you okay?"

"NO! I killed them! I killed all of them!" Walt's eyes rolled back into his head and he started to foam at the mouth. "My fault…all my fault." He gurgled.

"Oh my God! Sawyer, help!" Kate shrieked, trying to wipe the froth from the boy's face.

All at once, Walt's body became ridged, and he threw his head back and-

No other sound on earth could compare to the terrible, blood-curdling scream that erupted from his mouth. Collapsing to the ground, he began to writhe in pain.

Both adults made a move to go near him, but they were stopped by a shout.

"KATE! SAWYER! Get away from him, NOW!"

Locke charged out of the jungle and yanked them back just in time.

A huge black cloud surged from the boy's mouth and snaked its way back into the shelter of the trees.

Walt stopped wriggling and lay still on the sand. He gradually stopped breathing and his eyes became sightless.

AN: All done! Hehe! I know I kind of left things hanging, so I'll try to explain them here.

Walt was possesed by the monster, making him 'evil'. After he had served his purpose, the monster deemed him useless, so it left him to die.

The hatch didn't kill Walt along with the others because it recognized him as the monster, something even the hatch couldn't defeat entirely.

The inside of the hatch was full of people that played a part in getting the castaways on the island. Locke saw Helen because she would have been there too if she had agreed to go with him.

Locke knew the danger was over when the white light stopped shining, which is why he was there to pull back Kate and Sawyer.

If you have anymore questions, you'll just have to use your imagination...