Chapter 17- Fallen Angel
A woman's terrified scream pierced the morning air, causing Alex to wake up. She looked around wildly. Sayid was already on his feet, looking towards the entrance of the cave.
"Did you hear-?" Alex began.
But the woman screamed again. It was Shannon.
Sayid and Alex were out of the cave within seconds, running towards the sound of Shannon's cries, which lead them to the cave Ethan was imprisoned in.
A small group of people were already clustered around the mouth of the cave, murmuring amongst themselves. Jack was trying to calm down a hysterical Shannon, trying to stop her from having an asthma attack. Locke was bent over a bloody, badly mangled animal.
Alex took a closer look at the thing on the ground and almost fainted.
It wasn't an animal. It was Boone.
"Holy shit!" she said in a strangled whisper "Oh my God!" Alex swayed slightly, feeling dizzy.
Sayid placed a hand on her arm to steady her, not taking his eyes off Boone's mutilated body. It was horrific.
Boone's limbs were twisted and turned in odd angles, clearly broken. His face was a bloody pulp from being hit and his shirt was covered in blood from a large wound to his heart.
Shannon was having major problems breathing. Jack pulled her towards the main camp, away from her brother's dead body.
"Do something about his body, will you? We'll hold a service for him later." The doctor called to Locke.
At these words, Shannon collapsed to the ground in a dead faint. Without missing a beat, Jack picked her and continued to make his way to the camp.'
The crowd dispersed, leaving Locke, Michael, Alex and Sayid behind. Michael was holding a tattered blue tarp in his hands.
While Alex looked on, the three men carefully wrapped Boone's body in the tarp and started carrying it to the beach. Alex followed them, not saying a word.
When they had finished burying the body, Sayid turned to Locke.
"The person who did this, it was Ethan?"
Locke nodded grimly "Yes. Unfortunately, he some how managed to get his bonds loose. I wasn't there; Boone was on guard duty for the night. Judging for the marks on the ground and the condition of Boone's body, he put up a hell of a fight before Ethan killed him."
Michael wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead. "Man, this wasn't a killing, it was a slaughter. No other word for it."
The four looked down at the freshly dug grave, wondering how many more people's lives would be lost. With Ethan on the loose, there was no way of knowing.
Author's Note: sniff Oh no! Boone got killed:( And this time, it wasn't a dream. Look for chapter 18 soon!