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Here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy it!


Chapter Three
The Jungle of Mystery

Walt threw another stick for Vincent to get as he and his dad made their way across the beach. They could see Sawyer's tent coming into view as a slight breeze ruffled their clothes.

'Hey, dad, doesn't Mr. Sawyer have a lot of other people's stuff in his tent?' Walt asked as Vincent ran back to him.

'Yeah, I suppose, especially the people that didn't make it. Why?' Michael asked.

'Well, you know that box you gave me with all the letters from you?' Walt asked.

'Don't tell me it's gone missing,' Michael said.

'No, I read most of them, but I'm missing one letter and I was wondering if Mr. Sawyer picked it up on accident or something,' Walt said.

'Trust me, Sawyer never picks anything up on accident,' Michael said. 'But I don't know. He might have it.'

'Can I look for it?' Walk asked.

'Hmmm . . . I don't know. That guy's a packrat and as mad as one if anyone goes through his stuff,' Michael said, remembering what happened to Boone when he tried looking for Shannon's inhalers.

'But we're already going through his stuff to find the wire,' Walt protested as they were about to reach the tent.

'Well . . . if you happen to see it on the ground or something, then get it. Just don't go through too much of his stuff, okay?' Michael asked.

'Okay, dad,' Walt said as Michael held the tarp open for him to walk through.


Sawyer looked around again as the voices still continued repeating the five phrases over and over again. They seemed to be mocking him as they grew louder. He took off in the direction he thought Kate was going, trampling over various bushes in his hurry.

'Kate?' he called out as the voices slowly started to fade.

There was no answer except his own heavy breathing as he ran deeper into the jungle. He cursed out at a branch that slapped him in the face, cutting him across his cheek.

C'mon, freckles, where are you? he thought to himself. He slowed down some and called out her name . . . still nothing. He was about to call out her name again when he heard someone scream.

He turned his attention to where it had come from and broke out into another run. He jumped over numerous limbs and brushed back bush after bush before he saw someone.

'Kate . . .' Sawyer panted as he stopped, doubling over and putting his hands on his knees.

'God, Sawyer, you scared me. Are you okay?' Kate asked, looking alarmed, taking in the cut on his cheek and the blood that had trickled down his face from it.

'What?' Sawyer asked, looking up. 'That . . . wasn't you that screamed?'

'Screamed? I didn't hear anyone screaming. Sawyer, are you okay?' Kate asked again, walking closer to him.

'I . . . I . . .' Sawyer trailed off as he stood back up straight and looked around. 'Ya sure you didn't hear a scream?'

'Positive,' Kate said.

This isn't like him, she thought to herself. The look he's giving me . . . he really thought I was the one screaming.

'You probably just ate something funny or didn't get enough sleep. Maybe you should get Jack to take a look at you,' Kate said, but instantly regretted the last sentence.

'I don't need your damn boyfriend to check up on me,' Sawyer said, the look in his eyes changing from concern to anger in mere seconds.

'He's not my boyfriend,' Kate said, anger rising in her voice.

'I don't care if he's the damn Easter Bunny. There's not a damn thing wrong with me. I just thought I heard somethin'. People do that all the time,' Sawyer said.

'Okay, whatever, Sawyer. I'm fine, you're fine. Can I go on about my business now or do I have to ask permission from you?' Kate asked.

'Fine, go on to your boyfriend. Be all lovey dovey with him. And while you're at it, you can tell him to kiss my ass. How ya like that for permission?' Sawyer barked before he could stop himself.

Kate glared at him, but didn't say anything. She just turned around and merely stomped off on the trail again.

Sawyer watched her leave, his fists forming into balls.

There you go- that lone voice in his head started.

Bite me, Sawyer thought, cutting the other voice off. He kicked a nearby tree in frustration and cursed at himself as pain shot through his foot.

'Well, ain't I a smart one?' he muttered to himself.

So much for apologizing to her . . . he thought sourly as he watched her go.

Go after her then, the other voice said.

Sawyer sighed and unclenched his fists. Listening to his conscience was going to cost him one of these days.

'Kate! Hey, freckles, wait up!' he called out as he ran after Kate's retreating form.