Chapter 13…unlucky for some. What will it be for this story and for YOU?
TJ – Calm Down! Enjoy algebra? What are you on? Is that even possible? Lolz. And yeah, I LOVE reviews of course!
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Ana Lucia turned to look at Sawyer. 'What did Kate do', was what he had just said, right? She didn't know what to do.
'Well, well. Looks like the Doc ain't the only one wanting to protect her.'
Ana Lucia threw a look of disgust. Nothing would make her defend that murderer now. Then why am I hesitating to tell Sawyer?
'Protect? A murderer? Not my style.'
At the word murderer, Sawyer was plunged into confusion. Sure he knew she had killed someone, but to murder someone. That ain't the girl I know.
'Murderer? Now there's something that Jack kept to himself back there.'
Now it was Ana Lucia's time to be confused.
'But you said that you had heard what had happened, didn't ya? She questioned.
'Uh yeah, that she killed someone. Not murdered someone.' Sawyer retorted.
'There's a difference?'
'There's a lot of difference between being a killer and a murderer.' When Ana Lucia still continued to give Sawyer a confused, yet amused, look, he continued. 'A killer kills on impulse, when they are angered or something. But a murderer plans. And plans well.'
'Well, well. Maybe you do have a brain under that think skull of yours.' Ana Lucia smirked.
'Being a cop, I thought you would know that, Chica.'
'I didn't expect you to know that, begin a…' Ana Lucia pondered for a moment. Her face was furrowed as she thought. 'What are you?'
Sawyer was taken aback. 'Excuse me?'
'What did you do? In the real world?'
Sawyer chuckled. 'Wouldn't you like to know, sweetheart?' he drawled out in his Southern accent. Ana Lucia shivered when he said the last word. But it wasn't a coldness that had caused her reaction.
'I asked, didn't I?' she quipped back, slightly angry with herself for what had happened.
'Well, that's a story for another day. I think today's gonna go down in craphole island history don't ya? Anyway, I don't wanna steal your thunder.' He added at the end when he saw Ana Lucia giving him a weird look.
Ana Lucia chuckled. She couldn't believe what was going on. Am I getting on with Sawyer? She shook her head. She was happy for the company, especially that he wasn't after her like everyone else.
As if right on cue, a figure approached the two of them who were sitting on the sand.
'Well, lookie here. Who do we have?' Sawyer asked out to the figure, putting a hand up to his eyes because of the sun shining straight into them.
The figure's face looked perplexed when she had heard Sawyer's voice. I didn't know he was going to be here.
'Sawyer. Great you're here.' Libby said, wondering what to say. She was uncomfortable in front of Ana Lucia.
'Not many place to go on his island, y'know. You want something darling?' Sawyer now asked, a bit irritated.
'Um, yeah. You're wanted in the hatch. Your duty? I think. Locke was asking for you.' She repeated what she had been told to say to Sawyer.
'Well, he can keep on asking.' He paused, looking at Libby. What's that look on her face? Is it disappointment? Before he could say something, Libby had turned her eyes to Ana Lucia, and had started talking.
'Why did you do it?' she had shot out, curiosity in her voice, and all over her face. It seemed as if it was something that she wanted to ask her for days, not just for the few hours that had passed since this morning.
'Do what?' Ana Lucia simply said back, now facing the girl, who looked like an angel with the sun shining brightly behind her. Ana Lucia had no emotion in her voice or on her face.
'You know what. I thought you had some decency in you. You know, you two are more or less the same, and on this island, it doesn't matter what she did. But what you did, it was on this island.' Libby had practically spat out the last sentence.
Ana Lucia had frozen when she had compared her to Kate. How could she? She was there when it all happened! Even the thing with Shannon! Ana Lucia's patience had been tested for that day.
'More or less the same? How can you mean that? Don't you get it? She murdered someone. Her own mother ratted her out. And you're saying that I'm like her?' Ana Lucia was so worked up now, that she barely noticed Sawyer sitting next to her, with a face of amusement.
'You both killed someone. So yeah, I am saying that. And you know that I'm right.' Libby had worded the last sentence so that it was almost impossible not to make an impact.
Ana Lucia stood up now. She had thought that the others she had survived with would understand her, but no, it wasn't like that.
'No. I killed someone. She murdered someone. It's different you know!' she spat out, not realising that she was actually mocking Sawyer.
'It doesn't matter. Someone died at the end of it. In any case, you're worse off. You killed an innocent girl! While she might have killed anyone, we don't know. Because it was before we crashed.' Now it was Libby who was losing her cool. She hadn't been this angry for a while now. Being a psychologist, she had to keep her cool. Patients tested her, but Ana Lucia pushed her right up to the edge of the cliff.
'Oh ok then. So we should let her off then, huh? You know what, let's give her a gun. Hell, let's give everyone a gun! Cos it doesn't matter if you kill anyone on this Goddamn island does it? There's no justice!'
'That's not what I'm saying! And you know it. If you gave everyone a gun, it wouldn't solve anything. There is justice here.' Libby had started off shouting as Ana Lucia had been doing, but calmed down to the end. She had to otherwise it would have been useless.
'If there's justice on this island, then what will happen to me when I shoot you huh? Gimme a gun and let's see. Cos right now, I'm all for it.' Ana Lucia had finished off, smirking. A tiny bit.
Libby gave up. How can she joke at a time like this? Well, she hoped she was joking. Shaking her head, she turned on her heel and walked off.
'Don't be a stranger now, darling!' Sawyer yelled after her, coming back to life.
Ana Lucia turned around to face him, utter disgust on her face.
'What?' he exclaimed, grinning his grin that sent shivers down Ana Lucia's spine. This just got her angrier.
She walked towards her tent, in need of a very strong drink.
'That was, um… very well handled' Sawyer slurred out behind her.
Ana Lucia turned her head and scowled before ducking into her tent.
Sawyer chuckled silently, loving how he got under her skin, but in a good way. I think. He leaned back onto his arms for a second before Ana Lucia came out of her tent, clutching a bottle of vodka in one hand and a shot glass in the other.
As she shook the bottle teasingly, Sawyer relaxed a bit and sat up.
'Now you're talking my language.'
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So what's going to happen when they get drunk? If they get drunk that is!
And what's going on at the hatch? And why did Locke want Sawyer for?
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