Alabelle: Thanks! I'll try.
Spice of life: lol. Yeah, man. Screw Locke. And yes, poor Claire is still running around in a towel.
Hey everyone, I apologize for the delay. I've been working on three stories at once and I got a little lost in the newer two and practicaly forgot all about this one. Plus I was a bit out of ideas. Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon, and keep an eye out for the other two stories as well.
Claire knelt down at the edge of a little streem not far from the edge of the jungle. She balenced her self on a rock as she reached her hands into the cool little stream, washing them off.
The sound of crunch leaves filled her ears and she looked up instictivly, watching as Locke emerged from the trees only a few feet away.
"Hello" She said with a friendly smile, wondering why Locke was out wondering around.
"There's something you need to see" Locke explained, his voice low and serious though a smile remained on his face. It was almost as if he wasn't actualy talking to her at all. His mouth moved allong with the words, but it seemed as if someone else was filling in his actual voice.
Claire gave him a confused look, not to sure what he was saying. "There is?" She asked curiously, raising an eye brow.
"Come on. There's not much time" Locke insisted, with the same ergancy in his voice, although he remained fairly relazed as he stood before her with his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels as if they had all the time in the world.
Claire wasn't sure to think of what he was requestiong. He was definetly acting strange. She wasn't sure if fallowing him was a good idea.
He waited paitently, a complete contradiction to the words he'd just spoken, as Claire stared up at him, studying him for any signs of alian activity.
"Claire, we'er heading back" A voice rose from behind her. Claire turned her head to see Jack, allong with a few other of her fellow castaways who had been walking past, pausing to wait for her. None of them seemed to notice Locke.
Claire glanced at the group for a moment, then back at Locke, surprised to see something rather strage on the tree behind him.
A light pink peice of construction paper had been attatched to the bark of the tree, and a big letter 'C' had been written across it in what looked like yellow craion. Claire stared at the peice of paper for a moment, wondering how it had gotten there, or why it was there to begin with.
With her curiosity peaked, Claire rose, glancing back at the group once again as she dried her hands by rubbing them against her legs. Surprisingly, instead of feeling the cold water from the stream as she'd exspected, she felt something difforent. A warm liquid, much thicker then water.
She looked downward at her legs, curious to see what was wrong with the water on her hands, and was surpriesed to find that the stream had somehow managed to turn red with in a matter of seconds.
The moisture on her hands and against her thighs were both a tinted shade of red, the water having thined it out.
She stared at her skin for a moment in confusion before looking down at the pond, watching as the tinted red water flowwed over the rocky surface, revealing the distorted face of a doll beneath its blood-shot ripples.
"Times up"