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WARNING! A small part in this chapter holds…a detail example of April's abilities. Not a rated R part, but now you will know why I rated this fic Teen. :)


Author: Ivory Core

Title: The Ultimate Weapon


Chapter 12: Internal Scars

If it was up to April, she would have searched for that suitcase long into the night. Locke didn't have any luck in finding the suitcase, and judging by the way April would throw suitcases to the side in frustration…neither did she.

Night had already settled over the beach, only the moon was a source of light. And April used that as much as she could.

Only three, including one very ill man, were awake in this time of night.

Jack was up and taking care of the ill Marshal. He had created a small tent where the Marshal was lying inside. Hurley had come up to Jack and had stayed inside the tent for some time.

That's three people so far, the other two would be one exhausted man who was waiting for one energetic young woman to call it a day on the search for the suitcase.

"Locke, you don't understand! I have to find that suitcase." April exasperated for the thousands time.

Locke rubbed his face and sighed deeply. April had stated this one sentence every time Locke suggested that they should get some rest.

"April, it's almost midnight. We are not going anywhere and the suitcase won't be either. Tomorrow is another day. We can continue the search tomorrow." Locke said as he pulled out four still-rapped blue blankets that he had found from the plane.

April looked up from her digging and watched as Locke placed two of the blankets down on the floor side by side. There was a small mound of clothing that Locke had found for April beside the blankets.

Locke sat down on one of the blankets and un-wrapped the other blanket. Inside the wrapped blanket, Locke found a small with pillow.

He smiled to himself and placed the pillow at the top of the blanket that he was sitting on. He then looked towards April and patted the blanket that was next to him.

"Come on April, you need your rest." Locke said. "And I won't take no for an answer."

April, even though she too was drop-dead-tired, was about to protest when Locke raised his hand so that his palm was facing April.

"Don't make come after you…because I will." Locke threatened.

At first April was a little unnerved at Locke's change in attitude. But seeing his eyes sparkle the way they did, her fear washed away.

He's just protective of me. He's the first to do so, apart from my parents…

"Ok."

With that April dropped what she was doing and walked towards Locke. At least her legs weren't giving her trouble.

She sat down on the blanket that was next to Locke and un-wrapped the other blanket that was at the foot of the blanket she was sitting on.

Inside the wrapped blanket there was too a small white pillow. April pulled out the pillow and brought it behind her head as she lay down.

She wiggled a bit so that she could get comfortable and was about to pull up the blanket to cover herself, but was stopped as Locke did it for her.

He opened up the blanket and draped it over April. Acting like a father, Locke even tucked her in and brought the blanket up to her chin.

"Thank you Locke." April whispered her thanks as her eyes slowly began to drop.

"You're welcome April. Goodnight." Locke said as he too lay down on the blanket and covered himself.

"Goodnight Locke." April whispered out.

Locke turned his gaze and smirked at the sight. Two seconds after April said goodnight, she was out like a light.

Soon Locke too was in a deep sleep, having dreams of roughing it in the great outdoors, which was actually what he was doing at the moment.

But April on the other hand, did not have pleasant dreams. Actually, April had never had a pleasant dream since she could remember. Her dreams were either repeated exercise's of her training or worse…memories.

And it just so happen that April was having a memory flash back on what happened that day. It was after her being the triangle transceiver and soon after being free. She was with Locke at the time.

She remembered how happy she felt when she could see through her own eyes, move them on what she wanted to see, have all of her senses back, and the best part was when Locke had asked her name.

Oh heavenly angels! How wonderful it felt to speak her name in friendship. At first she was scared because she hadn't given her name out in a long time. But when she did…oh WOW! Just being able to say your name is enough to keep you happy for days.

You never know what you take for granted until it's stripped from you.

She remembered that Locke had introduced himself as John Locke. It was a nice name, strong too actually as well as lucky for her that his last name was Locke. If in the future she ever got 'trapped' again, he could just unlock her by stating his last name to her.

Then April turned her attention to her hands. She heard Locke speak towards her. Something about clothing…but April was at the moment interesting in clenching her hands into fist and then releasing them.

The feeling alone of being able to choose your own actions was exhilarating.

But as April looked down at her hands, right before her eyes her hands were shackled by thick handcuffs.

But these were not any ordinary handcuffs, these held strong abouts of electricity that was powered by a small walkie-talkie like machine that Dr. Grey had held.

For a moment it felt like she was back in the lab. Back in the small room where the constantly watched her…never leaving her alone.

For a second she feared that she really wasn't free. That she was still in the clutches of those men and woman who destroyed her life so that she could destroy others.

Flashback – Dream

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" A little girl screams as she runs around the small white room she was being held in.

The little girl, looking to be in the ages of ten too eleven, had no hair what so ever. She was completely bald, and if that wasn't terrible enough…the scars on her scalp were.

From the very center of her head all the way down to her neck and disappearing further into her gown was a precise surgical scar.

Two delicate cuts came from the insertion at the middle of her head. From the top all the way down to her ear.

This child's scalp had been cut wide open.

Judging by the way the scar came down to the back of her neck and disappeared behind the color of gown. One wondered if the surgical scare kept on going towards the child's spine.

The child was wearing a white hospital gown that came all the way down to her bare feet. A white tag was rapped around her right wrist. On the tag was written: 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42 – Key

The room itself was quite small. One small bed, with a white head and foot iron board, was located to the side of the room.

The room itself was white with a dull blue border around it. The floor was made of white tile. There appeared to be no door to the room…but on closer inspection one unit of the wall was actually the sliding door.

The wall on the other side of the room that was facing the 'door' was not really a wall at all; but on the other side was another room that was hidden from view.

From inside that room, you could not see the six people who were watching the scene of the child screaming and trying to hide from the four people who were in the room.

One of these six people was none other then Dr. Grey.

"Come now Key. It's time to practice." Dr. Grey's voice rang out from the hidden speakers in the room.

"I HATE YOU! LEAVE ME ALONE!" The girl screamed as she ran to the corner of the room.

She then slowly sank to the floor while holding her legs tightly against her chest. She then began to rock herself while whispering 'wake up…wake up…this is bad dream…wake up…'

Inside the other room, the brain activity chart from the child was going off the charts.

"WATCH OUT!" An older woman screamed to the four people in the room with the child.

But it was too late of a warning. The child suddenly looked up and stared straight into the eyes of one of the men that were in the room.

The man was paralyzed; he could not move a muscle. With his blue eyes, he stared straight into the child's hazel eyes that slowly began to dilate.

Starting from the very center of the child's pupil, static erupted from within. Slowly her eyes were completely consumed by the static, until not even the white's of her eyes were seen.

All of this took less then a second and another second for the man too suddenly scream out in horror and pain as he dropped to his knees.

But he never broke eye contact with the child. He just couldn't, even if he wanted to.

In his point of view, the sudden pain was quick. Afterwards…there was nothing. No pain, no feeling…just existing.

Then his line of vision of the child was blocked as thick red goo oozed out of his eyes. Before he was blinded by the red goo, he brought his hand up to his face and watched as the same red ooze oozed out of his finger nail.

Something was coming out of his mouth; he could feel it ooze out. But he couldn't taste it. It was like all of his senses had shut down.

He closed his eyes as a deep sense of weakness settled over him. Before his body dropped to the floor...he was dead.

The others point of view was quite different though. They backed away from the man who had suddenly screamed out in pain and had in watched horror as blood oozed out from all corners of the man's body.

His ears, his finger tips, his mouth, and soon after his eyes; all seeping out his own blood.

The one woman who was a part of the group screamed in horror as the man gurgled out in blood once and fell to the floor dead.

A silence filled the room like no other. No one dared to even breathe.

The only sounds that could be heard would be the slight dripping sound as the last amounts of blood from the man spilled unto the tile floor; and the silent crying of the child.

Suddenly the silence was broken by the steady mocking clapping that was coming from the speakers.

Dr. Grey's voice spoke out…with clear excitement and sick joy.

"Well done Key. Well done!" Dr. Grey said as he clapped.

As fast as a child could go, the little girl sprang up to her feet and ran towards the wall that was actually the hidden room.

She then raised her hands up, curled her little hands into fists, and smashed her fist against the wall.

Of course someone so small could not inflict any damage, but she didn't care. She cried, screamed, and punched that wall with every ounce of her strength. Even if it didn't do anything…it was still something.

Dr. Grey, on the other side, looked down at the child in curiosity. What the girl didn't know was that she was punching the wall exactly were Dr. Grey was standing.

But as the girl punched the wall, the other three people that were in the room took that to their advantage.

One of them pulled out a set of handcuffs, but thicker and mechanical looking.

Before the girl could do anything, they jumped on her. One of them rapped his arms around her shoulders to restrain her while the other took out a blind fold and rapped it in front of the child's eyes.

The girl screamed, kicked, punched, and even bit down hard on the hands that were holding her as she felt herself being lifted up.

She felt her hands being clamped down by the handcuffs. She knew what was coming, but she still tried to fight against it.

Her fighting came in vain when electric shots from the handcuffs went up the length of her arm all the way to cover her body.

The child cried out in pain as she dropped to the floor and started withering in pain as the electricity went up her spine.

Suddenly everything stopped. The blind fold that was over the child's eyes had come off when she was going into a fit.

In paralyzed pain and fear the child watched the one man that she hated more than anything walk towards her.

He was holding the small device in his hands, the device that was controlling the handcuffs electric pulses. In his other hand, he was holding the silver suitcase.

Dr. Grey bent down over the fallen child and leaned over her ear.

"Well done April, but play times over." Dr. Grey whispered into the child's ear.

April, completely paralyzed in pain, could not do anything but to watch Dr. Grey place his suitcase beside her.

He then lifted April's limp hand and placed her thumb unto the tiny pad that was located where a latch should have been on the suitcase.

The suitcase popped open, and Dr. Grey reached inside to pull out a slip of paper.

"This is a new code for you Key. Let's see what it does…" With that Dr. Grey whispered into April's ear the newest and strongest lock down code that was programmed into the device inside her brain.

April didn't even hear the code being spoken, because she screamed with every once of her soul.

End of Flashback – Dream

April screamed in her flashback, and she screamed in her sleep.

It was already morning and everyone was up except for April. Locke had went off to find some breakfast, leaving a sleeping April behind.

But when she started screaming, it just so happened that Jack was passing by. Completely forgetting what he was doing, Jack rushed to the young womans side and tried to wake her up.

But to Jack, it seemed that the young woman was trapped in some kind of nightmare.

Jack brought the girl up into his arms and tried to wake her up, while also trying to block out her frantic screaming and yelling.

"Wake up…wake up…it's just a dream…wake up…" Jack desperately called out towards the girl.

The girl suddenly gripped Jack's arm and painfully held it as she slowly woke up.

When April opened her eyes, she was a little more than surprised to wake up in exactly the same arms of the man who held her the last time. Not to mention staring up into the same warm eyes as before.

At that moment, April didn't care of the secrets she was holding and the pain that came with them.

"Just make it stop…please just make the memories go away. Make the pain go away." April desperately cried out as she held Jack.

April gripped Jacks shirt and cried unto it. She cried and cried and cried, never letting go of Jack and just for the moment feeling safe.

She felt even safer when she felt Jack rap his arms around her and hold her tight.

As she was being held by Jack, a group of people came from the forest. It was Sayid, Kate, Shannon, Sawyer, Boone, and Charlie; all coming back from their mission.

Jack didn't see them, nor did he care at the moment. Right now he was holding in his arms a young woman who needed to be comforted.

And for now, that's all that mattered…


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