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Notes: Sorry for the late update, I'm a bit sick so it was harder to find the inspiration. But here yea go, Chapter 5. And thanks for all the great reviews! I take all of them into consideration.

Summary: The raft survivors learn of the attack on the island.

"The Bad News"

There were no survivors.

At least that's what the rescue workers told the castaways in the helicopters. They had continued to communicate with the rescue helicopters who were at that moment on the mysterious island. The rescue workers had gone through the bodies on the beach, checking pulses and counting them one by one. They were all people just like everyone else. Some had families at home, while others just had their co-workers who would mourn them only when they had to find a way to cover for the lack of work being done on the deceased's part. But they were all alive only hours before.

Michael was shocked at the news. He couldn't believe that this was possible. They had just been on the island not long ago. Everything was fine. The warnings about the others were not even being taken seriously. Michael paused in his thoughts. Maybe they should have been taken seriously. Maybe he should have helped them do, something. The more he thought about it the more he realized how ridiculous the thought was. He couldn't have known that this would happen. There was no way of knowing. And what would he have done anyway? Wish them good luck? He doubted that would have made any difference. Michael wasn't a religious man, but he figured one prayer wouldn't hurt. He bowed his head and sent a compassionate thought to his friends.

He reached over and pulled Walt into a sideways hug. It occurred to him that by building that raft and setting sail when he did, he had most likely saved both of their lives. But this thought wasn't one that made him proud, the situation was just too sad for that. It had been a coincidence really. He knew somewhere, deep down, that sailing that raft would save lives. Although he had assumed that the loss of lives would not occur for quite awhile, if they were to run out of food or water for example. He had not thought it would be this soon, or this catastrophic. He looked over at his little boy again gave a sad smile. The boy was quiet, in his own little world. He had heard that news on the radio, or at least Michael assumed he had. But he hadn't reacted as expected. He was just quiet and withdrawn now. Michael wished he could do something to make this whole situation easier for his son and for everyone else.

Meanwhile, in the other helicopter, Sawyer was pissed off. He was pissed off that those pansy's had insisted that there were no survivors. He knew there were. She couldn't be dead. She'd survived so much. There was no way she could be dead because a group of cannibals, of whatever they were, decided to attack. If anyone could survive, it would be Freckles. And he was pissed off that anybody could think any differently.

"Hey! Hey, yea I'm talking to you asshole!" He shouted at the pilot. "Turn this damn thing around. Seems your people can't tell the difference between a dead man and a live one." The pilot turned and looked at him angrily.

"I have orders to take you directly to the hospital Sir." Sawyer was getting more upset with every word.

"Listen buddy, I appreciate the rescue and all that but I left something on that island and I intend to go back down there an' get it. Either you're going to fly me back there or I'm about to jump out of this goddamn bird and swim there on my own." He paused. "Now, which would you rather have on you're conscience? A drowned man or some forgotten orders captain?" He reached for the hatch and touched the lever which would throw it open.

Sawyer was shocked when Mr. Miagi, of all people, shouted something at them. He smiled after a moment, finding himself to be quite proud of his fellow castaway. He turned back to the pilot and smirked.

"Or I can always get Jackie Chan over here to kick your ass when we land. He's a scary looking guy isn't he? He can split a whole freakin tree with his bare hands. Bet he could do some fun stuff with someone as soft as you my boy."

A minute later they were well on their way back to the island.

Sawyer kept his fingers on the cold steel handle of the gun. He'd kept it, even after they'd been rescued. He figured it might come in handy at some point. It was concealed in his pants currently, but he would not hesitate to pull it out should he run into any trouble. It was security to him, but if he noticed any of those savages still on the island doing their damage, it would be their death.

And it was then that he realized, for her he would kill again.

Jin was having a hard time realizing what was going on around him. He knew that there was something wrong. Sawyer was angry, but that wasn't so unusual. Still, he had never seen Sawyer this angry before. And there had been a transmission over the radio of the helicopter. He'd thought he'd heard the word "dead" somewhere. He knew that word because it was his business. He'd heard it spoken in the living rooms of the men he had killed. It was spoken by their wives and children and mothers and fathers. He'd heard it enough to know that it meant something very bad. He knew that it always brought devastation upon those who spoke of it.

He wondered about his wife. He wondered if she was dead. Tears came to his eyes at the thought. He loved Sun. She was the love of his life. He would give it all up if he could only see her again. The thought of something happening to her made him angry. It was an anger deeper then he had ever felt before He knew that if someone had harmed her in any way he would personally rip the hair out of their heads one by one and give them the most painful torturous death possible. It would be one murder that he would not feel guilty about. He felt himself getting more and more agitated by the minute. He wanted to be with Sun right now. And Sawyer's shouting was not helping his agitation.

"Stop it!" He shouted in his native language. Of course the other men in the helicopter had no idea what he was shouting at them. Sawyer looked at him with a confused and angry expression. He then sat back in his seat and the helicopter eventually turned around. At first Jin panicked, wondering why they were going back. But they he realized that he had to go find his wife. She was on the island, so that's where he would go.

He closed his eyes and thought about Sun. He would find her if it was the last thing he did.