CHAPTER 2

She didn't know how long it had been. Time seem to drag on and on. Just running together. Never ending or stopping at some specific point and then starting again. Just constant continuing.

I wonder what the rest of them are doing. Are they out looking for Claire, Charlie, and me? What happened to Jack? Did they find him? Is he okay? Does anyone miss me? Does he?

Kate groaned and knocked her head against the wall behind her. All this thinking was slowly getting to her. But there was nothing to do but think. Think about everyone back at the place that was now her temporary home. This place was one of the longest she'd stayed at in a while. It figured that the only way to hold her to one spot was to make all means of escape impossible. And the island certainly did that. Not that she needed to escape. Here she didn't have anything to run from. But the instinct to do it was still alive and ready inside of her. Waiting for a moment's notice that it was time to flee. And with Ethan around maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

Bang! Kate's body tensed as a loud bang vibrated through the room. She could hear movement in front of her. Through the wall that kept her caged in this room. Slowly the door started to creak open a bit by bit. Her heart pounded uneasily as a small amount of light crept into the room. Wincing at even that small amount of light after all the darkness she turned her head to the side.

"So you're still alive after all." Ethan's voice reached her ears across the room. "He said you would be. I didn't think you would. But then again He's always right."

"What are you talking about?" Kate croaked out. Trying to speak clearly she realized just then how dry her mouth was. She hadn't drank anything in days. Her mouth felt parched. "What did you do with Claire and Charlie?"

"They're still alive if that's what you mean. He doesn't have any plans on killing any of you off yet. But that could change. Guess you'll just have to wait and see." The look on Ethan's face was halfway between cruel and psychotic.

Focus here Kate. As long as he's telling the truth then Claire and Charlie should be fine. And I don't see why he wouldn't tell me they were dead. Focus on finding a way to save you ass. Then you can worry about saving Charlie and Claire.

"Well if He," Kate started not knowing who the hell Ethan was talking about, but willing to go along with it anyways, "doesn't want any of us to die, don't you think you should give me something to eat?"

Ethan looked like he wanted to say no, but didn't. Instead he went back outside the room for a second before re-entering. "Here." He said tossing a couple of pieces of fruit down on the ground.

"How exactly do you expect me to eat?" She asked sarcastically; her eyes pointedly looking down at her bonds.

A dark look came onto Ethan's face and he stepped over to her and jerked her away from the wall. Untying the rope around her chest he began to unravel it. It pooled down on the ground around her feet. Turning her around he began to work on the cord around her wrists.

Thoughts flashed rapidly through her mind as she considered what she should do. This might be one of my only chances to get free. I should at least try right? Even if it doesn't work at least I tried.

The decision was made as the cords loosened. Taking him by surprise Kate whirled around and slammed her elbow into his face. She whacked him again and he fell back against the wall.

Kate immediately kneeled down and unfastened the rope around her feet. It was off in seconds and she stopped on her way to the door only to give Ethan a good kick in between his legs to keep him unable of movement for the moment. As she left he lay on the floor groaning.

The door out of the room led to a long tunnel going either way. She took off down one and began running.

So it's back to this again. She thought laughing bitterly to herself. Always running from something right, Kate? The story of my life.

The tunnel seemed to go forever till it stopped on a hallway with multiple doors. Sounds reached her ears from behind her. Sounds that sounded like footsteps. Picking a door she opened it and stepped inside; closing it behind her.

Her eyes took a minute to adjust to the small amount of light coming into the room. She was in a tiny room that she could tell led to another. Gradually she moved through the rooms.

There was more light than in the room she'd been kept in, but Kate couldn't help but feel a cold sense of dread. There was something about this place. Something that made her heart beat faster until it was the only thing she could hear. Something that was somehow worse than a room that was completely dark.

In the next room she moved closer to the wall trying to make out the words scrawled into it. She stopped moving closer when the words registered in her mind. 'Someone save us. We are all going to die. Help us.' Roman numerals were scrawled into the wall. I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX. The numbers went on and on.

Her heart sounded even louder to her ears. She back up slowly away from the words. She didn't know what they meant, but she had a feeling she wouldn't want to know even if she got the chance. A cold feeling crawled up her spine. She glanced over her shoulder and saw something heading for her face. It slammed into her and her body fell towards the floor. As the blackness rushed to meet her one word fell from her lips, "Sawyer."