Author's note: Thanks for the two reviews that I got!
Unwanted Souless Freak: Thanks for reading! You know a thing or two about catholics as well, huh? I don't know if I'm going to address the issue again about who Sawyer went to. If I don't then just assume that he went with his grandparents :)
Mony19: Thanks for reading! I'm glad you're three favorite couples are in this fic. Hope I write them well for your enjoyment!
Here's another chapter!
Chapter Two
Voices
Kate was walking through the jungle with a green backpack on one shoulder. She had woken about 20 minutes earlier than Sawyer and was going to get more water before she heard him cry out. She tried to tell herself that she wasn't worried about him. A month ago she could have convinced herself of that right away. Now . . . now it seemed like all her defenses were shattering on the island. She was trusting people now that she wouldn't even have thought about for two seconds before. The past few nights she had tried not to listen, but the noises of the night couldn't drown him out. She had heard him yelling names and curses, among other things. She was worried that someone else would hear him and try to talk to him. That was a disaster waiting to happen. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and kept walking.
Michael was standing beside a big load of bamboo and numerous other odds and ends. He stood with a sketchbook in one hand and a pencil in the other. He started to sketch something, but stopped. He looked back up again at the junk and the lone black battery beside everything else.
'How the hell am I gonna make this into a boat?' he muttered to himself.
'Dad, hey, dad!' Walt shouted as he ran up to his dad with Vincent running behind him.
'Hey! What's the big rush?' Michael asked as he looked up from his sketchbook.
'I found Mr. Sawyer and he said he thinks he has some wire. He said we can go and check in his tent for it now if we want,' Walt said as he stopped beside his dad. 'Can we go get it now?'
'Yeah, man. Just hold on a second,' Michael said as he looked back down at his sketchbook and sketched a few lines.
'That's what you always say,' Walt complained as he picked up a stick and threw it for Vincent to fetch.
Michael looked up from the sketchbook and sighed.
'You know, you're right. I'll get someone to watch over everything here and then we can go get the wire,' Michael said as he laid the sketchbook down beside the stacks of bamboo.
'All right!' Walt said as Vincent came back with the stick.
Michael looked around and saw Charlie and Claire sitting on the beach a little ways from them.
'Hey, Charlie!' Michael called, walking over to them.
'What's up?' Charlie asked.
'I'm going to run over to Sawyer's tent and get some wire. Jin's suppose to be getting more bamboo. Could you watch the boat parts until one of us gets back?' Michael asked.
'Yeah, no problem mate,' Charlie said. 'Want to come with?' he asked, directing this question to Claire.
'Sure,' Claire said as Charlie bent down to help her up.
'Thanks, man,' Michael said before he and Walt started walking to Sawyer's tent.
Sawyer trudged along in the jungle. He blew smoke into the wind and threw down his cigarette before stomping it out. He tried to listen for Kate, but he only heard his own movements. He knew she had had a head start on him, but he should be catching up with her soon. He was so caught up in his thoughts about Kate that he didn't hear the whispers start up. He kept walking for a few minutes and then he finally heard them. He stopped dead in his tracks and spun around, trying to locate where they were coming from. His sense of direction failed him, however. They sounded as if they were coming from every direction at once. He spun in a complete circle as the unintelligible whispers continued.
'Hello?" he asked, head still darting here and there.
The only answer to his question were the whispers. They grew louder as he shouted out "Hello?" again. He was silent as the voice grew louder and he began to understand some of the words. His breath caught in his chest as he made out a garble of distinct words. He clearly heard "James", "jungle", "Kate", "death", and "It'll come back around."
