Disclaimer: I don't own Lost. I don't own the characters of Lost. I DO however own the boxed DVD set, the Lost Chronicles, and the two Lost books, Endangered Species and Secret Identity. I'm working on Lost…

A Chance for Redemption

I was looking right into the eyes of Karen DeGroote. Motioning for the others (not THOSE others, the people behind me) to wait, which they did, for a change, I walked right up to Karen and whispered in her ear.

"I brought them here. I thought they might prove useful. I think maybe they should follow me." Karen readily agreed. Blondes. Oh, wait, I'm a blonde. Never mind. (A/N: I'M not a blonde. I'm a brunette. Gypsy/Alex is though)

I motioned for the others to follow me, which they did, hesitantly. I walked forward confidently, until I came to a spot beneath the trees. Then I halted and spoke with Karen for a brief moment before walking onward, motioning for the others to stay behind, stating that Karen would, 'watch over them' while I took a look around. Yeah right.

I had been walking for about ten minutes, careful not to let anyone see me, when a sudden voice said from right behind me, "Gypsy? What are you doing here?" It was Gerald.

I immediately came up with the stupidest answer anyone could possibly come up with in such a situation: "Oh, nothing."

Obviously, Gerald realized that I was lying, because he knew what my mission was, even if I hadn't spoken to him before I left God knows how long ago.

Gerald was looking at me in a sort of, 'yea right Gypsy, try again.' I knew the expression well. I covered my tracks in a not-so-subtle way. I still had the gun Jack had distributed at the beginning of the trek, and, playing down the thoughtful, innocent role, I managed to reach into the back of my jeans, where I had stowed it for 'safe keeping.' I wrapped my hand around the grip and pulled upward slowly, all the while rocking backward and forward on the balls of my feet.

"What are you planning, Gypsy?" Gerald asked me, looking into my eyes. I averted my eyes and answered as best as I could under pressure.

"What makes you think I'm planning something?"

"You always rock backward and forward on your feet when you're planning something." Gerald explained. Apparently I needed a new distraction for the future. Oh well, no time to think of one now.

"Oh really?" I asked dangerously, and if Gerald really knew me, he would've known that the tone of my voice suggested conflict, which he wouldn't get out of too well.

While I had been talking, I had been slowly pulling the gun out of my pants and now I turned on Gerald. I'm still not sure why I didn't kill him, but it's too late to worry about that now. However, I did shoot him, in the leg. Before he could even cry out, I whipped of a sweatshirt from around my waist and tied it around his mouth, threatening for him not to make a sound, and telling him that if he did, I'd kill him right at that moment, and it would be the most painful experience he'd ever had in his life.

Gerald apparently valued his pathetic life over-much, for his silence that followed my threat was slightly eerie. Anyways, what happened to Gerald isn't really relevant to my tale, so, getting on…

I stood up from my kneeling position and headed for the place where the prisoners were kept. I knew that it would be inhumane to leave all and get the boy, so, after surreptitiously strangling Jacques (he and I never got along that well. Actually, we fought constantly) I stole the keys and ran to the cells, where prisoners were kept when they weren't being 'used'. As expected, all prisoners were in their cells. It was after all, the dead of night.

Although I had every intention of freeing all the prisoners, I felt that I should at least free Walt first, seeing as how he was the reason we were here on this stupid side of the island.

When I reached Walt's cell-type thing, he looked at me in confusion. I rarely ever had come down to visit prisoners before. In fact, the only time I did come down was when I was dragged down, literally.

"Gypsy? Wha--?" Walt began. However, I was in no mood to talk at all.

"Shut up." I snarled. "I've come to get you and the rest of these people out of here, and I can't do that with all you jabbering away."

After making my statement known, I unlocked all thirteen cells and led the way, gun held in front of me at the ready.

Just as I had suspected, I heard a strangled yell coming from above, for we were indeed underground. It was Elliot, who had quite obviously found his brother's dead body.

Elliot came thundering down the passageway. He took one look at me and I looked at him.

In his eyes, I could see understanding, as though he knew what I had done. But I also saw something else. I saw memories. One in particular of Sawyer being shot in the arm, by Elliot.

Elliot was looking at me in horror, and began to scream 'murder'. I couldn't be found, so I shot him too. Now there really was blood on my hands. Without pausing to think about what I had done or the consequences, I screamed to the children in particular, "RUN!"

Run they did, and I followed, passing Jacques and Gerald. At this point, I only wanted to get out, and end this nightmare. But I couldn't, because I had forgotten all about Miss Karen waiting for me with the other travelers.

She took one look at me, and the look on her face was easily read. 'Traitor.' Luckily, all those years of dancing had made me stronger than I give myself credit for. Just one punch and she was out.

"Dad!" Walt exclaimed, running to Michael. Michael looked astonished for a second before giving Walt a hug like there was no tomorrow.

"Who are these other people?" Jack asked.

"Other prisoners." I stated plainly. "You don't think I would leave them, do you?"

By the look on everyone's face, with the exception of Mr. Eko, who looked contemplative, no one expected me to bring back Walt, let alone a cartload of other people.

"It appears we were wrong about you." Jack stated.

"Yes, it appears you were." I replied.

I may have done the task they asked of me, but that didn't undo the deed they did to me.

A/N: Well, how's that? I hope it was satisfactory. I did it in honor of Wednesday's Lost, which was totally AWESOME! I would just like to point out that this story has one more review than Marauders Meet Princess, which is odd since MMP has 11 chapters and this one, doesn't. Well, Coming Up: Epilogue/Prologue. The last chapter of this installment. Hoozah! Review! PLEASE!