A/N: Using a friend's computer, sadly I will not be getting mine back until 7/22. Whatever. ONWARD!

My head was throbbing badly; it was like someone had decided to hack at my head with an axe but decided not to finish the job and left me to wallow in my own blood and pain. In other words, a killer migraine. I opened my eyes, but only to still be trapped in a vast darkness.

"What happened?" I asked myself lowering my head.

"You nearly died." Replied a familiar voice, one that I was none to happy to hear.

"Hello Ms. Clue. Haven't heard from you in awhile." I replied monotone.

"Yes well, can you tell me your name?"

"No I can't remember." I replied sarcastically.

I felt a needle go into my arm.

"What the hell did you stick in me?" I demanded.

"Truth cerium." She replied. "Now, what is your name?"

Despite my efforts I couldn't lie.

"Jennifer." I replied bitterly.

She asked me a series of stupid questions and then I heard her leave the room. I was sitting for hours, trying to untie the ropes around my arms so I could pull off the blindfold and escape.

It must have been late at night when I heard the door open again. Suddenly the ropes around my arms were dropped and Alex removed the blindfold.

"Alex!" I whispered excitedly, hugging my childhood friend.

"It's good to see you Jennie but you have to get out of here! Now!"

Alex ushered me to the door, just as a patter of rain started to beat on the roof creating a noise as loud as thunderclap.

"Get back to the people who need you the most." Alex ordered.

"I'll repay you somehow." I said and then ran.

I followed the cliff edge, wary of the campground of my family. A brief flash of lightning occasionally illuminated the sky which helped steer me away from any type of edge I didn't see.

"Do you see her yet?" I heard Henry demanded over the rain.

"No sir, she's disappeared." Jonathan replied.

"No she hasn't. She's close by."

I picked up speed, and without realizing that I had reached the end of the cliff. I was about a mile or so away from the camp, but there was a 50 foot drop from the tip of the cliff to the water, whose waves were colliding into the side of the wall threatening to engulf anyone who dared enter its depths.

A gun cocked from behind me so I slowly turned, an abrupt flash of lightning revealed I was staring into the barrel of a shotgun held by Tom, whose face was set and his eyes were twisted and manic.

"What's wrong Tom? Didn't get your jollies from shooting me twice already?" I taunted, backing up towards the edge of the cliff, not really sure of what I was doing in.

"You were ordered to be beaten for the rest of your life, but death will be a much sweeter treat." He hissed back through clenched teeth.

In a swift movement I kicked the gun causing a shot to be fired and then I dove off the cliff. The water hit me hard, taking my breath away quicker than expected. I broke to the surface and drew in a quick breath before another wave slammed down upon me.

I needed to head towards the beach so I kicked my legs harder than I ever had in my life, beating the waves as hard as I could with each kick. The winds had switched to the south, just as Artz had predicted, which made swimming more difficult.

I felt the rock before I saw it, my leg rammed against the hard crude surface, and pain instantaneously cursed through the ripped limb. I bobbed under, placing my hand over the torn flesh that stretched from my ankle up to the tip of my thigh.

I strained myself to get to the surface, during that time noticing the shore of the beach was so close, yet not close enough for me to make it. I felt myself drifting to the bottom, but as my leg hit the sandy ground the laceration burned as the salt grains covered the incision. I yanked myself above the water just to let out desperate plea for help,

"Anybody! Please! Help!"

"I can't swim! Boone!" Charlie yelled wildly at what I knew was the nearly comatose lifeguard.

That was the moment I knew I was going down. Boone? Boone was gonna save me? Yeah, no chance in hell. Everything on this stupid island was all god-awful-freaking-lost. I had a creepy suspicion it always would be. The water slammed down upon my body, engulfing me in a watery grave.

I almost welcomed the water. It offered…a freedom. A freedom from the insanity I had been living with. The hell. The "monster". The death. The water forced my mouth to open, causing the liquid to enter into my body and make me sink to the bottom, the weight of the ocean inside my body. It took all of a second to get over my kamikaze attitude. My body and mind bulked at my sudden willingness to just…let go. That just wasn't me.

Then shadows.

-------------------------Charlie's POV-----------------------------------

Charlie was sitting in the rain, watching as it fell from the sky. As he got back up to tend to Claire and Aaron, he heard something that made his skin crawl.

"Anybody! Please! Help!"

Charlie turned to the ocean to see a small figure of a woman going under the waves of the malevolent ocean.

"I can't swim!" Charlie muttered to himself. Then, remembering the only lifeguard. "Boone!"

But he was nowhere to be seen. Jack had gone down into the hatch, and no one else was willing to go out. Charlie reluctantly pulled off his shoes and shirt and dove into the water after her.

He beat the waves hard, relying on his sense of direction and God's speed to save whoever had been stupid enough to go swimming in the middle of a storm. The girl hobbled to the top of the water, taking gasping breathes before the current swallowed her. Jennie! It was Jennie!

"Charlie!" She called. She had saved him. Now it was time to return the favor. If he didn't drown with her that is.

Boone suddenly appeared beside him.

"Get back to the beach!" He ordered.

Charlie didn't argue and headed back towards the beach. Claire dragged him back onto the sand.

A few moments later, Boone came up on shore with an either cataleptic or dead Jennie.

A/N: I decided this would be a good place to end it for some dramatic detail. Who knows when I'll update?

R&R!

-16aqua