Sun walked slowly through the jungle, traveling the familiar route to her garden. She knelt down, shifting the dark soil around the roots of a tomatoe plant.
"There you go, you cozy now?" she crooned motherly, arranging the plant's leaves just so. Her thoughts were interrupted by a groan to her right. She froze, clutching the stem of one of her plants as if it could protect her from the monster hidden in the leaves. A few silent moments passed, and then another groan could be heard. Against her better judgement, Sun stood and cautiously creeped over. She took a few hesitant steps into the jungle when she caught sight of a body laying on the forest floor, a pool of crimson blood spreading around it. It groaned again, it's arms twitching slightly. Sun gasped, her eyes wide. She reconized this poor soul...
"Sawyer?" she breathed, horrified.
"That's me," he mumbled, his face pressed into the jungle floor.
"Oh my God, I'll go get help!" she assured him over her shoulder, already running toward camp. Within moments, she arrived at the beach.
"Where's Jack?" she panted.
"Over there, dude," Hurley replied, pointing toward the water area, where Jack was standing refilling his canteen. He turned when Sun walked briskly over, a paniced expression on her face. She hurridly explained what she had seen.
"Lead me to him." When they reached Sawyer's body, Jack knelt down next to him, ignoring the blood pooling around him. With a grunt, he flipped over his body, so that his face was no longer pressed into the earth. He was pale, and his breathing shallow.
"We need to get him to the hatch. Help me carry him," he said curtly. They made a make-shift stretcher out of two logs and some vines and bore him down to the hatch. They ran into Kate on the way there. Judging by her clean scent, she had just gotten out of the shower. When she saw Sawyer's limp body on the stretcher, her pretty features become contorted with anguish and grief. Without saying a word, she help Jack and Sun carry him.
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"What happened to him?" she asked Jack, a pain in the back of her throat. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, but refused to let them fall, biting her lip to prevent herself from crying.
"Well, his wound seems like it was inflicted by a sharp object. A knife, probably," the doctor said as he cleaned the wound.
"A knife? Who has a knife?" Kate exclaimed incredilously. Then pain in her throat worsened and suddenly she felt hot tears streaming down her cheeks. She shamefully wiped the drops from her face.
"Apparantly somebody does." He bandaged the wound carefully, winding it around Sawyer's upper torso. He glanced up at Kate.
She was crying. "Look, maybe you should go down to the beach. Cool off a bit, you know?" he suggested. Kate nodded and stood up, walking away briskly. She hated people to see her cry. As she reached the beach, she saw a figure sitting in the sand, staring at the distant horizen. The figure was playing a guitar, and had a bloody knife next to him in the golden sand.
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"So what was that thing, anyway?" Charlie asked, curiously. His bloodied fingers sowly twanged away at the guitas's taut strings.
"Well, it's hard to say. All I know is that it doesn't want to to find It, and there's probably more than one on the island."
The Guitar said, its voice warm and melodious. Charlie had finally found it when he stumbled out of the jungle after he defeated the Shadow. Suddenly, he heard a voice cry out behind him!
"You! It was YOU!"
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"You! It was YOU!" Kate shrieked, pointing at Charlie. She walked toward him, anger plastered clearly upon her face. The bloody knife made it obvious. Charlie grabbed the knife and jumped up, pointing the bloody tip at Kate.
"You stay back!" he yelled frantically, "Guitar said there was more than one of you on the island. I know see that he was right."
"Wait, what?" Kate's voice rose and octave in her confusion.
"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about! You don't want me to find It! You don't want Claire to love me again."
He waved the knife in front of him, as if her prescence alone was enough to disgust him.
"So this is about Claire? That's why you attacked Sawyer?" She stepped forward, causing Charlie to step back.
"Stay back!" he warned again, his voice quivering. Kate ignored his feverish words and lunged, grabbing at the knife. Charlie dodged and bolted, headed straight for the jungle.
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"Charlie! Be careful!" Guitar pleaded as he was jolted around. In his hurry, Charlie had forgotten to put him somewhere safe.
"They're after me again! Them Shadows! They won't leave me alone!" he ran through the jungle, jumping over fallen logs and ducking under hanging vines. Behind him, he could hear the Shadow crashing after him. He could feel the knife's handle pressed in his palm, making his knuckels white. He might need it in case the Shadow caught up with him. Suddenly, a huge, emrald snake lept in front of him, arching its long scaly in such a way that Charlie's foot caught on it, and he lost his balance. He fell. Guitar screamed and in an effort to keep his dear friend safe,Charlie twisted his body sideways. He landed hard on his right side, his right arm absorbing the shock. Pain ripped through him and his right hand felt warm. The knife. He had landed on the knife.
The Shadow finally caught up with him, but instead of diving upon him and tearing him limb from limb, it stood stok still, as if paralyzed. Despite the pain in his side, Charlie jumped up, waving the knife with its freshcoat of crimson it its face.
"You stay away from me!" he screamed, then delveddeeper into the jungle.