Chapter 2

Locke was walking through the jungle looking for a boar to kill for food, a blonde girl came into his head, she was the reason he was getting food, she needed it to stay strong, he shook his head, no that wasn't it, it was for everyone who had survived. He found himself standing in front of the place Boone had been mortally hurt, he sighed and looked at the wrecked plane, he kicked the side of it hard, he had been so angry but he understood that it was to be that Boone died, a sacrifice to the island. Suddenly from inside the plane there was a yell, Locke almost stumbled backwards to see Charlie poke his head out of the side door of the small beachcraft, "What are you doing that for Locke," he said angrily his eyes holding a weird sort of glint. Locke looked down at Charlie, "I'm hunting," he said simply, "Some hunting considering there are no boar round here," said Charlie, sniffing loudly and wiping his nose on the back of his hand, "What are you really doing out here?" he asked pulling himself from the plane wreckage and standing up straight.

John observed Charlie for a moment before speaking, "I might ask you the same question," he said looking at Charlie, "Your stronger than this you know that don't you," said Locke completely out of the blue, "Claire needs you," he said hating saying that as soon as the words flew from his mouth. He looked at Charlie his blue eyes piercing trying to see through the younger man, Charlie's face turned red, "Look your not my father or anything like that what I do is my business," and with that he pushed pasted Locke hard and stormed off into the jungle. Locke had a bad feeling about Charlie now, he would have to warn Claire but was it his right to tell her? He ran a hand over his bold head thinking, just then he heard a rustle in the bushes and knew he was on the hunt of boar again.

Meanwhile back in camp Claire was busy feeding little Aaron when Charlie came bursting into her small shelter, he starred at her for a while, Claire let out a small shriek then quickly covered herself up from Charlie's probing eyes. "Charlie where have you been?" she asked, "And could you at least knock or announce your presence when I'm feeding," she said angrily at him, she placed Aaron in his cradle before she turned back to him, Charlie stayed silent and walked up behind Claire, "Come with me," he said looking over his shoulder through the shelter opening to see if anyone was around, Claire looked puzzled as she turned to face Charlie, "What?…Char….." Immediately Claire found herself with Charlie's dirty hand clamped over her mouth, she struggled and Charlie held her still then he began to whisper in her ear, "Shhh Claire I've got a surprise for us both," he said smiling, "Well more for me really, you just part of this," and with that he began to move Claire out of the shelter and into the jungle. No one even noticed.

They arrived at a secluded area and Charlie let go of Claire and pulled out a knife from his pocket, "Don't run pretty Claire," he said smiling at her, the drugs he'd taken where effecting him like never before, he wanted Claire and he was going to have her. Claire was terrified she had no idea what was going on but it couldn't be good. "Charlie why are you doing this…I need to get back to Aaron," with that Charlie jumped on her and tackled her to the ground the knife at her neck, "Shhh," he said stroking her face, "This won't take long I promise," he whispered to her as he tried to cut her clothes off her, and at the same time undo his trouser buttons.

Locke came back with a boar a smile on his face, he went over to the fire and began to prepare it for cooking,. Sometime during his cooking he heard Aaron crying, he smiled he thought the little boy was so amazing deep down though he would never admit it to anyone else. He frowned when he didn't hear Claire comforting the child, "Claire," he called as he went over to shelter, he moved back the sheet like door to find no one but little Aaron in his cradle, this was not like Claire at all, but then he saw something that caught his eye, lying under the cradle, was a statue, one of the many virgin Mary statues. Locke picked it up and put two and two together, "Charlie," he muttered, suddenly running out the tent he shouted to Sun to watch Aaron and ran to his case grabbing several of his knives before taking off into the jungle.