Title:
The Ultimate Weapon is the Mind
Chapter 8: Reboot
Apart from the rest of the survivors, a lonely figure leans on a tree, overlooking the sea.
This lonely figure is the young woman, with a zombie like feature about her face, looks out towards the coast as the waves break upon it.
But she is not seeing as she is trapped within her mind.
But this lonely person will not be lonely for long.
Locke, after finding some oranges, walked towards the girl. When he reaches her, he slowly sits down next to her.
He takes a quick glance towards her, and seeing that the girl still does not show any notice of him, turns his gaze back to the orange in his hand.
As he peels the orange, Locke ponders on what the girl had meant when she had spoken a little while ago.
She said that I will soon see the way key sees. Who is this key? Is that the girl name?
All of these questions Locke pondered as he peeled the orange. When he had finished he separated a slice of the orange and turned to face the girl.
He raised the slice towards the girls' lips and tried to coax the girl into eating.
"Come on, you have to eat. Trapped or no trap, you need your strength." Locke said towards the girl.
But as before, the girl stared blankly out into space, not registering at all the orange piece or for that matter Locke himself.
Like sighed and took another piece for himself, but he placed the other half of the orange unto the girls lap.
It was then that he noticed that the manner of clothing the girl was wearing was twice the size of the girl.
Locke turned towards the wreckage. He seemed to be pondering for a second before turning towards the girl again.
"I'll be right back. I'm going to see if I can find some clothing that will fit you." Locke stated as he slowly got up.
With one last look down at the girl, making sure that she will be alright, Locke turns towards the wreckage and walks towards it.
A couple of minutes later, the girl suddenly turned her head to the right as her subconscious heard something that sounded like fighting.
The girl then slowly got up, the orange tumbling down from her skirt and unto the sand.
Her eyes were blank, yet alive; like it was not the girl herself who was walking towards the growing loud voices of a brawl, but of something else.
Close to the wreckage, there was a fight going on. Two men were fist fighting, among other things, and a large group of people were surrounding the fight and watching.
No one noticed the girl as she walked closer towards them.
The girl stopped next to a large man with dark brown, curly hair. She stood behind him and watched the fight in silence.
The fight was between two men. One of them having black curly hair and dark skin, while the other was a light skinned man with blond hair.
As the two men punched and tackled each other to the ground, the girls' eyes never faltered. It was almost like she was studying their movements. Her eyes were moving this way and that, almost keeping up with there movements, like she was calculating.
The girls face suddenly turned dark and dangerous. She bowed her head, but kept her eyes fixed on the men as they fought.
For a second, just a second flash, the girls' eyes flashed like static.
Instantly the men, who were fighting raised their hands up to their heads and gripped it. Pain spread over their faces, like they were having a serious headache.
As the girl tried to control them in stopping their fighting, it was incredibly difficult to control the blond haired one.
His anger was remarkably high, and he seemed to grow angrier by the minute.
The girl blinked, and immediately the quarrel began once again with the two men who clearly wanted to punch the day lights out of each other.
The blond haired one tackled the other man to the ground and started punching him head on.
"Hey, break it up! Break it up!" A voice yelled out from the distance.
The girl turned her gaze from the two men and towards the voice.
Three people walked out from the forest and started to run towards the two men who were fighting.
One of them was a woman, while the other two was a young man accompanied by an older looking man, but still young looking.
The girl, with one last look towards the fighting men, turned around and started to walk towards the tree she was leaning on earlier.
But not before the man, known as Jack, noticed her watching the fight.
I thought she was disabled? How could she be moving?
But Jack pushed away his questions and went off to break up the fight.
Locke, who had watched with astonishment as the girl got up and walked towards the fighting, knew that somehow she was the one that had caused the men to suddenly grip their heads in sudden pain.
He had found some clothing that could possibly fit the girl and had started to walk towards the girl when he noticed that she was walking towards the group.
Now as Jack, Kate, and Charlie talked about finding a transceiver and asking if anyone could fix it; Locke began to walk towards the girl who had already seated herself at the exact same spot she was earlier.
When he reached her, he sat down but was careful not to spill the mountain of clothing he had found that could possibly fit the girl, unto the sand.
"I'm not sure what size you are, but I believe these could fit you." Locke began.
But the girl once again was back to her silent-as-stone demeanor.
Locke, suddenly hearing someone walking towards them, turned his gaze around and watched as the man from earlier walk towards them.
It was the Middle-Eastern man from earlier. He was holding a suitcase on one hand and a black walkie-talkie looking thing.
That must be the transceiver. He was probably the one who could fix it.
Locke thought to himself as the watched the man pass by them.
He nodded towards Locke as he passed by, and gave a quick glance towards girl as well.
He had a quizzical look, as he watched the girl stare blankly out, but turned his attention to the job at hand. He placed the suitcase in his hand on top of another suitcase and began to carefully open up the transceiver.
Back to Locke, after finding out that the girl had no shoes, went off in search for some sandals or something that the girl could wear.
The man earlier, who was fixing the transceiver, suddenly got up and walked towards the wreckage with the transceiver in hand. He had an excited look on his face.
It was a couple of hours later, when suddenly the girl seized up like someone suddenly sent a shiver up her spine.
Her eyes popped wide open and she suddenly arched forward. She began to tremble uncontrollably, like she was going into a fit of seizures.
She suddenly collapsed to her side and started shaking and thrashing out like she was being electrocuted.
Her eyes had completely changed. Instead of a blank stare, or hazel eyes, her eyes were now completely consumed by static.
Jack, who was trying to see what could be done for a man who had a piece of metal in his gut, suddenly heard someone screaming.
He quickly got up and searched the beach for the sound. He spotted Claire waving towards him.
Thinking that she was in need of help, he began to run towards her. But he stopped when he watch her shake her head and point towards somewhere else.
He ran in the direction she was pointing towards and stopped at the sight.
The girl before, who Locke and brought in for him to clean up the cut on her head, looked like she was going into seizures. Locke was besides her, trying to keep her down, but he was not doing so good.
Without another thought, Jack ran straight towards them.
"What happened?" Jack immediately asked when he reached them.
He kneeled down and gently yet firmly gripped unto the girls face and tried to see her eyes.
"I'm not sure. I went off trying to find some shoes for her to wear, when I cam back she was trembling." Locke answered.
Jack was having a difficult time trying to see the girls eyes, because she was thrashing so much that it was hard for him to see her eyes clearly.
As she was going into seizures, her right sleeve slips off and was now showing her bare shoulder.
Jack took a double take as he noticed the numbers that were marked on her flesh.
He asked Locke to hold down her legs as he turned to get a better look at the numbers on her shoulder.
It's like she's been branded. Jack thought to himself as he delicately traced the numbers.
Suddenly the girl stopped shaking. Jack and Locked looked down at the girl, whose eyes had closed.
Then she began to speak…but it was not in English. She was speaking as if she was deeply afraid, yet the language was unfamiliar.
Her voice sounded like a recording.
Until both Jack and Locke picked up what the language was. It was French.
"Do you speak French?" Jack asked towards Locke. Locke just shook his head, his gaze never leaving the girls.
Then the girl started to repeat some numbers, and after that she would once again repeat the same French sentences once again.
She suddenly popped her eyes wide open...and screamed.
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