Chapter Eighteen:

What a Nightmare

Abigail was wandering around the forest trying to find anything to do on the island. She figured she'd try to be useful by getting some wood for the fire. But that lasted a whole ten minutes before she decided she wasn't really into helping the others since none of them actually trusted her. She was surprised they took their eyes off of her for this brief moment. Usually she had a watch dog that followed her around making sure that she wasn't going off to far, or leaving campsite. They weren't worried for her safety, more like worried for their own.

She smiled as she saw a beautiful orchid perched in a small patch of flowers. She picked it off the stem which it had once called home and placed it behind her ear. The stem was covered by her hair.

Before she knew it her head was covered with a net. What the hell? Oh God, they found me. She thought in fear. It was the last thing she remembered as her face was being punched eventually causing her to loose consciousness.

Her eyes batted open as she finally came to. She was laying against a gray boulder that had was surrounded by grass. She studied the environment from where she sat. This is familiar. But it's not home. She couldn't move her hands freely, they were tied behind her back. He isn't the man I thought he was.

"Good to see you're awake. We can leave now." Said a voice that caught her attention quickly.

"Michael?" She was surprised that Michael had taken her captive like that. She'd never thought of him to be much of a fighter. She knew exactly what he wanted, to know where his son was. Walt.

"Don't act so coy. You're going to take me to where my boy is. You're gonna show me where they took him. You're gonna help me get him back."

"That's a lot of going's." She said with a sly smirk. She didn't have time to enjoy it though. He punched her firmly in the face.

"Don't play games. I want my son back."

"Listen, you can beat me until I'm purple but it's not going to make me suddenly remember where he is."

Michael couldn't believe that he was hitting a woman. This wasn't like him. The island made him do it he figured. His son was in danger. He knew it. Shannon told him of seeing him in the jungle covered in water. He was scared that his son was gone. But wouldn't allow himself to think about it to long.

"Just.. Tell me where I can find them."

"They move around a lot. Not to mention, I have no reason to go back."

"You'll do it regardless."

"Or what? You'll hit me again? Michael, I'm even surprised you hit me the first time. You beating me isn't going to give me motive to go back."

He nodded, "Thought you'd say something like that." He pulled a gun from behind his back. He concealed it well underneath his shirt. He slowly brought it up pointing it at her face. She looked up at the weapon. "Pretty, where'd you get it?"

He didn't answer.

"Listen, if we're gonna have this bonding trip, you should at least make an effort to communicate with me."

"Get up."

She rolled her eyes, "See that's all you had to do." She scooted closer to him, her face right to the gun. "Do it."

"When you get me my boy, I'll be happy to."

"Nobody's shooting anybody." Spoke Sawyer stepping out from the tall grass.

Michael continued to point the gun at Abigail while talking to Sawyer, "You don't know who she is. She's lied to us all. She's going to take me to get my son back."

"Mike, think about it. What's going to happen when you go there, by yourself? They'll just hand him over? And say 'oh sorry about your son here yah go! Have a broosky before you go.' You can't handle them by yourself."

"Then you'll come with us. I don't care, as long as I get my son back."

"We're not going anywhere." He said running towards Michael tackling him to the ground. They struggled a bit. Both of them rolling around to get control of the gun. In the meantime Abigail was struggling to get the rope that was tied around her hands in front of her, rather than behind. She slowly slipped her hands under each leg bringing her hands up. She couldn't free herself but figured there'd be no need for that.

She saw the gun slide out of Michaels hand and into the dirt beside them. She scurried over and grabbed it, picking it up and pointing it at them. "Okay. Both of you. Up." She said motioning with the gun.

They both turned to see her with the gun.

Sawyer was the first to get up. He knew who he was dealing with. She'd shoot them both, dead. "Listen. Maybe you should give me the gun. We will go back to camp and act like none of this happened." He said looking at Michael. Turning back to look at her, "Just give me the gun."

Her hands were steady. She wasn't showing any concern. "Don't." She said pointing the gun at Sawyer. "I was wrong to even think I could remotely live with you people. I shouldn't be here. I should've never came to this damn island." She raised her eyebrows taking the safety off the gun, "Maybe I should leave." She put the gun up to her chin.

"Abigail, no."

"Why not Sawyer? I have nothing on this island. Keeping me here."

"Me."

"That's not enough."

She heard something far into the distance. Something was heading towards them, and fast. She decided this was her chance to get away. She ran off into the jungle leaving the two behind before they realized that she was gone.

They took the hint and followed after her into the jungle. Sawyer was behind Michael, but running just as fast. Without a weapon you're useless. They quickly got in the midst of one of the tall jungle trees. Shielding themselves from the creature that was following them.

"Great, she took the gun."

"You're just noticing that Mike? Well if you didn't go all Alien on her." He said whispering aggressively towards Michael.

"If you had a son. You'd know what it was like, to be helpless. That's the only family I got. He's the only one that I've ever wanted. And when he was born he was ripped away from me. I bet you never had a childhood. She's the only one who knows who these people are. And she was one of them."

"What were you expecting Michael? You show up and they say "Oh sorry about your son. Here yah go, you can have him back with a boat trip out of here." Is that what you thought? Because it'd never happen. Not on this island."

"Maybe I just like being a little more optimistic?"

"You're also dim-witted."

They waited a few minutes before Sawyer decided to get out of the tree. "If the thing was gonna get us he'd already been here clawing at us. Let's go back to camp. There's no way we can find her in this mess." As soon as he stepped out he ate his words. The polar bear clawed at his tanned skin leaving a two inch gash on his arm. He yelled in torture as he tried to pull himself away. Michael tried to reach for him to pull him back inside. With one hand firmly gripped against the tree trunk and the other he used for punching at the Polar Bear, it was no use. Michael struggled to help free Sawyer but the bear was far to strong and violent. He'd punch at the bear until he was slashed in the side by it's raw claws. Michael staggered back against the tree.

Better call it quits.

With that final thought, he heard gun shots. He must be dreaming. Who was this saint or angel that had saved him and Michael from their doom. Their untimely death. The bear dropped dead after four bullets were heard echoing through the trees.