A/N -- YAY! I finally updated. Sorry, sorry, a million-times sorry for the wait. I've been so busy that I wasn't able to write. But I think you all will like this chapter, gives away a lot of the plot. xD Enjoy!

Jack stepped out of his tent, drops of sweat beaded all over his face. He had just finished up cleaning up Charlie's wounds, not to mention giving him the small antibiotics they had left, with the help of Claire. The other castaways were whispering to one another, stealing glances at the doctor from time to time. Jack seemed to not even notice, but kept on walking to the water source with an empty water bottle clutched in his hand. Small speckles of Charlie's blood were in random places on his shirt, and the Caves weren't blocking out much of the heat that day. Things were just getting worse by the day.

Jack glanced up toward the tops of the rocky caves, squinting toward the sky. A small, dark spot circled in the sky, right above the shelter of the Caves. It must be a hawk, Jack thought to himself. …A really big hawk.

In fact, Jack was correct. The mere black dot in the sky was a large bird of prey, probably the biggest flying thing ever seen in the history of man. Its feathers were a dark brown, splotches of white dabbed here and there, the underbelly the bright color of ivory. Its eyes, however, were different – They were the color of cut rubies, running blood.

For now, this giant bird flew above the Caves, watching, listening, learning. Its large head swiveled to watch the leader of them, taking in how he walked, where he was going, what he was wearing. This large hawk watched each castaway with a certain knowing glance, cramming as much information as it possibly could. This bird wasn't anything normal, in general.

With a flip of its wings, it began to head in the opposite direction, deep into the 'haunted' jungle. The wind was low that day, and the bird had to flap its huge wings faster than usual, talons set securely underneath him. Its red eyes scanned below, searching for the familiar place where his 'home' was. Already, the beast had flown deep into the island, miles away from the Caves, and he was getting near to his destination.

Finally, the bird turned itself into an odd position, launching itself to the dark green ground below. No sign of fatigue could be seen on the bird, no rapid heart beat nor heavy breath. Odd for one animal – Even if it was huge – to not be tired after flying such a distance, but that was just how this thing was.

The sun glinted down on something at the ground, on something metal. Flying closer, the bird could see his destination in clear view – A large metal building with a box-like form.

(Space)

Sawyer glared at one of the Others that had just hurled him into the building. If looks could kill, they'd all be dead. But the Southerner noticed that non of them had any personality, no 'glimmer in their eyes'. It was like looking at a black and white movie, seeing no burst of colors or any excitement at all.

"Watch it, Burly." Sawyer growled, giving the leader a new nickname. He didn't seem to notice, though – He was too busy directing one of his companions where to put Sawyer.

All of a sudden, the prisoner was thrust to the cold rusted wall of the empty room. Soon, Sawyer felt a strong grip on his shoulder, turning him over to face the Others. This Other was one of the females, and the Southerner was amazed at her raw strength. Yet soon, Sawyer found himself being tied to the wall with ropes to the point where he could barely breathe.

Yet as the con-man looked up, he saw the leader appear from a hallway. Where had he gone? Giving him an odd glare, the Other merely gave him a faint, mechanical smile, snapping his fingers. There was a small racket a small distance away, and something was coming down from the hallway.

"Have you ever seen a bird of prey?" The leader asked, giving Sawyer a questionable brow. The Southerner merely huffed, giving him one of his own infamous stares.

"What do you think, wise-ass?" Sawyer spat back, trying to make himself more comfortable in his rope prison. Nothing seemed to help.

There was a ruffle coming from the hall, and an enormous beast stepped out of the shadows. It was walking, wings tucked behind in a lazy position, head held high. What amazed Sawyer most, however, was its size. It was as big as him, damnit! What kind of bird was it, a giant hawk? Where did it come from, prehistoric times?

"This is one of our, how you say, guardians." The Others explained. "We have set up a species of animal somewhere on the island to survey… New arrivals." With this, he looked Sawyer up and down.

"Our Hawk here surveys the skies, taking in everything he can see about the castaways." The leader continued. "Our sharks survey the sea, yet one of our most dependable was killed not long ago." The Other stopped, as if thinking about something. "And as for the land, we have our security system." His voice lowered the slightest bit. "You will not know about it anytime soon, Castaway."

Sawyer felt as if they were telling him this for a reason. Struggling to try to get more air, the Southerner gasped out, "Just what do you want from me, Burly?" The leader grinned, reaching into his back pocket and taking out an empty shot.

The Lead Other raised the shot to his own neck, pocking the metal needle into the skin. It seemed to not affect him the slightest, and the syringe soon filled up with crimson blood. Once it was full, 'Burly' took it out from his flesh, raising it to eyesight and beginning to walk toward Sawyer.

"To give you this." The Leader hissed, beckoning one of the female Others over. She was young, not like the others, probably around the age of fifteen.

"Alexandra, give the shot to him. Make it quick, we need to go soon." Burly ordered the girl, handing her the crimson syringe. Alexandra nodded obediently, walking closer to Sawyer. The prisoner struggled to get free of his rope prison, failing to do so and only making the ropes tighter than before. The girl raised the syringe to the height of Sawyer's neck, slowly, and painfully in Sawyer's case, sticking the needle into his neck and squeezing the Other's blood into the castaway.

The pain was unbearable, and Sawyer yelled out loud, his scream echoing through the building. He could feel the liquid pouring into his blood-stream, but worse yet, he could feel his own self slipping away, being replaced with something unknown to him.

Alexandra watched the Castaway as she emptied the crimson blood into his neck. When it was empty, she slowly took the needle from his neck, and watched as he flinched and yelled out. The lead Other's blood was slowly settling into his blood-stream, the thing it was supposed to do.

Then, she looked at his eyes. They were a light shade of blue, but something was changing that. The color, preferably. From the top, the blue was beginning to be over-layed by a grey shade, and slowly, very slowly, his iris began to become a grey color. When no more blue existed, Sawyer's yells immediately stopped. The castaway turned his head over to her, his eyelids drooping at the slightest. His usual expression was gone; there was neither glimmer nor glare in his eyes.

He was now apart of the black and white movie.

(Space)

The midnight-colored horse walked through the brush with ease, nostrils flaring and tail whipping behind him, virtually at nothing. His hooves broke leaves and twigs below in half under the raw weight of him, and the equine continued on through the thick, coarse jungle.

A new smell made the black horse stop in his tracks, thin and sensitive ears perking up to listen. Something in front of him was walking to the left, and when the horse looked more closely, he could see a boy at a very young age.

This human was soaking wet, his clothes torn and drenched with sea water. The equine could see him shivering, but from what, the horse didn't know. The boy suddenly looked up, not in the direction of the horse, but from behind him. With a jolt, the soaked human began to sprint through the jungle at full speed, making the black animal shy away for the time being.

Something, someone, was following that boy, yet the horse didn't seem to mind. This animal was smarter than your everyday horse, and something about it seemed awkward. The black animal, himself, was running, but not away from something, but toward it.

He was on his own mission. The mission? To find his killer.