NOTE Thanks for the comments! Again, thanks to lostpedia. Their translations of the whispers heard on the show was helpful…you'll see why.
Chapter 2: Dead men tell all Tales
Jack's eyes slid open. Where was he?
His head was swelling with bruises! Blood ran down his face.
He started running! Sprinting! It was pitch-black! So black, you would forget your feet if you did not pay attention. He screamed, but no words came out. He cried, but there were no tears. He ran, but he did not seem to get anywhere. It was almost as if he were in a room of emptiness.
CRACK
His bones began to crack. He fell to his knees.
And without warning, he was not no longer alone. Men dressed in black cloaks, with black hoods, and black gloves, grabbed him. How many of them were there? 12 hands, but there were more cloaked men behind them. Two dozen? Two hundred? Two Thousand? So many! Too many to count, to many to even conceive of.
"He looks fresh," said one of the men, in a voice that was less of a man, and less of beast. It was the voice of a monster, the voice of savage.
And then the voices turned to whispers, all speaking at once.
"I know it all! I know it all…" one said.
"I'm in somebody's dream…" said another.
"Elizabeth….Elizabeth…"
And they all called out at once, in one sound, in one monstrous voice. But they spoke words Jack could not hear. For they were not human, nor beastly in manner.
A white light flashed. Suddenly Jack was strapped down to a bed. The only light was a blue spotlight that hung from above, that shined on Jack. And he was alone.
'HEY!" he exclaimed. He could not speak, but a little.
A man stepped forward in a mask, and he smiled. "We all wear masks….everybody runs…." And he stepped back into the darkness.
Suddenly, a shadow stepped forward. "Hello Jack,"
That voice! He knew that voice! "Libby?" he croaked. "You were murdered! I'm so sorry…I'm sorry…I'm so sorry… Your dead""
"Yeah, something wrong with that? Haven't you ever seen a dead girl before?" She laughed. "The man with two faces is the true he…everyone runs Jack. Nothing is exactly what it seems. Masquerade….masquerade…we all are guilty….we're all lost. Fight jack! Set us free! Set us all free! I want to go home! I want to go home! Let me see Dave! Let us go! And let me see Hurley and Dave, again."
Jack's mouth hung open. "What?"
And suddenly, the voice of another man from above. "It's time to wake up now, Jack."
"DAD?" Jack cried. "DAD! NO! NO! LIBBY!"
Jack's eyes sprang open. A single drop of blood, and a single tear dropped from his face. He tried to get up, but chains tied him to a hard chair. He banged his head against the hard stone wall.
To his left was a wall of glass. Two others peered through it, watching Jack's every move, as if he would find a way out of this.
He should have been able to. This was his entire fault. He should have been able to stop the others from taking his friends. It was a simple enough plan, but what would make him think that anything on this island could go "simple"?
The two Others who were guarding Jack suddenly exited the hallway, outside. They were placed by another woman.
Tall and slender, this woman did not look like the rest of the Others. She had the most bountiful green eyes in the world. Her blond hair was held in a bun, and there was not a blemish on her face. She wore a pink shirt, with a white jacket, and a black skirt.
She grabbed a microphone that hung on the wall. "Jack…Jack, can you hear me Jack?"
"WHAT?" Jack roared. "WHERE ARE MYF RIENDS? WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE? LET ME GO!" Jack thrust forward, tightening his mussels, and striving with all his might to break them1 But he was thrown back to the wall! "UPTH" he yelled.
"I'll take that as a yes," the woman laughed. "My name is Juliet. What were you doing going to LA anyway?"
"Are you stupid? Are you people mental?" Jack roared. "WHERE'S MY FFRIENDS?"
"Jack, you're going to have to trust me. I'm the only friend you have in this place. Half the people want you dead. You have to trust me."
"I DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING!"
"Yes you do, Jack," she spoke calmly, and yet sternly. "Because if you don't corporate, you will never see your friends again. And every single man and woman on this island will die, including my people."
'What are you talking about?"
"What were you doing on the plane, Jack?"
"My fathers funeral, there you happy?"
"It's a start…" she said, and he walked away.
FLASHBACK
Juliet ran back into her house in New York City. She was sprinting to her kitchen. She heard plates breaking. And she knew it had to be Tim her future ex-husband.
"HAAVE YOU EVEN PACKED YET YOU IDIOT!" she yelled. "THE KIDS ARE STILL ALSSEP! YOUR GONNA WAKE THEM UP!"
"I AINT' THE ONE YELLEN!" he snapped back.
She ran into her kitchen, and screamed. Every chair was turned over, and every plate and glass was broken on the floor. A lamp was shattered into a million epicures. Every family photo ever taken was ripped up and burned. Tim was standing in the corner throwing old letters and photos into the fireplace.
"THAT WASN'T ME SCREAMING TIM!" she cried. And raised her voice so loud, people outside could hear her. "THIS ME SCREAMING1 THAT WAS MY MOTHER'S MOST RPIZED---YOU WERE SUPOSSED TO MOVE OUT A WEEK AGO—"
"Yeah well, I'm getting to it," he said. He crossed the room and picked up Juliet's purse. "Creditor called, Hun, seems you went over your credit limit…. And not to mention...the bank called, and their dropped our insurance, and I crashed your car into the lake!"
He threw her purse into the fire!
"NO1" she cried. "THAT'S IT, TIM!"
She marched up to their room and started throwing his clothes into a duffel bag. She threw it at him and kicked him in the chin. She through out his bag and threw him out on the front porch.
"HEY!
"We're done, Tim. Don't come back here. The next time you come here, I will kill you, I swear. And I, unlike you, keep my promises!"
Sayid, Jin, and Sun were tie up to trees, branches for ropes.
It did not take long before Jin woke up. He started yelling in Korean.
The man with the Texas accent, who seemed to be the leader, kicked Jin. "HEY! SHUT UP1 SHUT UP!"
"He doesn't speak English!" cried Sun.
The two started yelling in Korean.
"Shh," Sayid hissed.
"And are you what? Their little leader?" asked their captor. "Sayid is it? Well, I'm Sam. And you and your people just got yourselves in a whole world of trouble. Who're you? What, you don't speak English, neither?"
"Where are our friends?" roared Sayid. "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH—"
"What did you do with Juliet?" Sam kicked Sayid in the head, over and over again. "WHERE IS SHE?"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"
"SIR!" a gangly Latino man called. He ran up to the group. "Look, how about we don't torture these people? I think…I think their the people we've been waiting for. We're not savages, we just shouldn't kill them."
"I'm not gonna kill them, Rico," Sam smirked. "I'm just gonna cut at the ears and fingers. Tomorrow, we kill them. And we won't be savages, because we'll be putting their body to good use…. Well eat 'em."
"Well, as tasty as a Arab man and two Koreans might be sir, I opt we rethink the option." He turned to Sayid. "How did you get here?"
"We were on a Plane crash, Oceanic Flight 815, and by the sounds of it…you're not the others? They took us. They kidnapped four of our friends."
"Is that what you call them?" Rico raise an eyebrow. "Them? Is that what your calling them, brother? Is that what your calling those Hanso freaks? Well, Dharma, actually. But Dharma is just a branch of Hanso. They come over here in the 70s; program all sorts of crazy experiments…kidnap kids. Do tests on them. We came here on a boat crash, a few years ago. A cruise form Australia to LA. There were 200 of us, and only about 89 of us survived. 23 of us were kids."
Sayid nodded.
"Anyway, it was alright at first. We went looking rescue planes. We found a Hatch, Dharma logo and everything. One day, one of our people came by, and, and saw one of them. They took a woman. That's when it started…."
Sam cleared his throat. "Before we get all nice and friendly, we should talk about this. Rico, if they move, shoot 'em." Sam gathered the six people.
Sun felt sick. She turned her head and started to throw up.
"Hey, girl, you pregnant?"
Sun nodded.
"I'm sorry…" he whispered.
"You must let us go," Sayid ordered. "You must let us go back to our camp. We need to rescue are friends. Where did ou get those guns?"
"We found them in the Hatch…. A Hatch, underwater, actually. Yeah can you believe it? There was about hundreds of guns down there. Plus…. We found somebody…. Their ain't use in trying to rescue them, though. We tried it. Failed. "
Sam marched back up to them. "You're gonna take us to your camp. If your them, we're going to not just kill you…but chop off every limb and let you bleed to death, and let the bugs kill you." He addressed the group. "Joan! Kelly, and Rico, you'll come with us. Joan and Kelly you can sail. The rest of you go back to camp…. Tell them…. We might have found some new blood on this island."
"And…." Sayid cut him off. "You'll take us to the underwater Hatch."
"Deal…done…let's move!"
FLASHACK
"Oh, I'm happy you could come, Mrs. Shaver,"
Juliet smiled to the principle. "Oh, it's, Ms. Carmichael, now. I…just went through…. A…. You can call me Juliet. Is something wrong is my son okay?
"Yes, it's just that George and Kim…. They beat up another kid, Juliet. And, I'd expect something like this from George, but Kim is the top of her 7th grade class. Their twins, you'd think they'd have more in common…. Aside front he act that the both beat up Chris Woodier."
George and Kim came into the room slowly, and behind them, came Christopher, whose face was covered in cuts and bruises.
George spoke first. "His mom didn't fall down the stairs!" he pointed to Chris.
"He's covering it up! His dad did it!"
"What?" Juliet shouted. "You know better then to accuse other kids of things hey didn't do. And how dare you….he just lost this mom. And you know better not to fight—""
"Oh yeah, he was laughing about it this morning—" spat George.
"And you and dad fight all the time," added Kim.
"YOUR FREAKS!" cried Chris. "They…. Lifted a pack off rocks and St through it on my head. They did it with…. No hands too. FREAKS!"
"As Principle I a not allow this…massacres to continue. I'm sorry, I'm suspending your children for 10 days."
FLASHBACK
Juliet mus have yelled at George and Kate for three hours. She grounded them for three mouths, without TV or anything. How dare they make those remarks?
She spent another three hours cleaning up the kitchen. The collectors called, and Juliet must have cried for another half-hour. How could everything change so fast? What did she do to deserve this? She was a good person1
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. She threw water on her face, and straightened herself up. She had to look strong. She answered the door. And was in shock at who she saw!
Tim was standing there in a nice tie, holding flowers. "Hello, I got you flowers."
"No, Tim, flowers worked for first 1500 times you mad up with me. It doesn't work anymore."
"I'm sorry…"
"Haven't you ruined my life enough."
"Those kids are special you know. I talked to the Principle. It turns out…Chris's father was arrested for murder in the first degree. How about that? Look at you. These kids deserve better then this. They're going to take your house away. You'll move into a trailer. Do you want that? I think It's time to do what Dr. Craggier told us to do."
"No, Craggier works for Hanso. I'm not giving my kids up for adoption…St. Jude, the foster care center, am run by Hanso, and ran by Dr. Craggier. He's mad."
"They'll be fine. They'll have good foster parents. I told Craggier today, before coming here, and he said he'd love to take the kids in."
"It's great that you've been brainwashed by Hanso, Hun. These are my kids. You stay away."
"They'll take them…. They'll take them if you don't give them away, Juliet. Let's do this peacefully. They're special. Renumber, they predicted the bombing downtown? They were correcting our English at two…Well, George is smart, he just needs to apply himself."
"What do you know? You never loved this family! You never loved me! We were 17 out of high school, and we were drunk when we eloped and had kids. I'm not making the same mistake."
"Are you sure, Julie, you won't give them away?"
"Yeah…."
'Well then…I'm sorry…
Tim reached inside his pocket, and pulled out a gun. BANG!
Juliet was shot, right in the stomach. She fell to the ground. A dozen men came in and ran up stairs.
Screaming…children screaming…. Juliet screamed! She'd been shot!
"MOMMY1" Kim cried.1
Someone beat Juliet over the head. She fell incautious. The kids were driven away, and she was left to die….
Henry looked ready for a wedding. Bored, he sat behind his desk, starring at the gun that laid in front of him next to the phone.
Gone were his raggedy clothes of old, He was now dressed in a tie, with a black suit, and a pair of shoes shinning off more light then the sun.
The door opened suddenly, Bea and Tom came and slammed the door behind them.
"How many times do I have to tell you to knock?" Henry ruled his eyes. "I am a very busy man you know…. See…I was here…. Sitting…doing…. Sitting things."
"Ugh, right," Tom sighed "Craggier is on the phone, he says He is mad."
Henry picked up the phone. All of ha sudden, his voice lowered, and became much more polite. "Hello, sir." He turned the phone on speaker so everyone could hear.
"Alvar wants to know what happened," said Dr. Craggier.
"Well, that's…nice."
"Why aren't the prisoners dead yet? Why don't you have the baby? Alvar doesn't believe your story, that you're the last of Dharma, Henry. They want an answer. They want that girl's baby, and he wants those three people you have locked up, dead. What about the three children you have in your position already?"
"Oh, there doing great sir…"
"Well, then, hurry it up already! But there's been an incident. Penny……she found out, Henry. She found out about your operation. She is sending a search party in soon. When will you kill the three people, and end this You have tog et out of there with our results, but in time without getting caught."
"Not much longer, sir, I'll get right to it. Goodbye" he hung up the phone.
Bea cleared her throat. "Sir, we let Walt go. We have two kids, not three. And Emma…. She is not proffering as we want her too."
"Then tell her to push harder…" Henry said, annoyed, putting the gun in his pocket. "I have business to attend too."
"Sir, much harder could kill her…."
"Well, then…I suppose you better get a grave set up! Alright, just don't do anything, then."
"What about that baby in their camp?" Tom broke in.
"No, not yet. That means a bloodbath. We do things quick and clean. The one advantage we have is that they don't know anything, Jack's people, and Alvar. What they don't know is everything is going according to plan."
Bea shook her head.
"What?" laughed Henry. "I know what I am doing."
"What are you doing?"
"Well I can't tell you tat, dear. You'll just have to trust me, I suppose. But relax. But we have to be \careful. Dead men all tales."
He loaded bullets in his gun, and walked off."
NOTE: Alright, hope that was good, thanks for the comments. We will continue with a Juliet flashback, but if I told the rest of her flashback, the story would be kind of long. I'm not going to give her whole past away, I'm just going to tell you what I want to, and then switch to another character.
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Next time on Lost…Chapter 3 "Julie's got a gun."
What happened to the boat that "crashed" on the island? What will the camp do without their doctor, and two other leaders? What will become of Jack, Kate, and Sawyer?
All of this and more next time on Lost…. Chapter 3 "Julie's got a Gun"