This chapter will have non-descriptive references of torture. Just to warn you, but it's what Sayid does/did.
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"Where is your camp?" Sayid asked her, one of Locke's knifes pressed sharply to her throat.
"I don't know the exact location, but-"
"Wrong answer," Sayid took the knife from her throat and moved beside the tree so her shoulder was level with his chest. He cut her sleeve off and began his torture. Kris screamed in pain as blood ran steady down her arm. Sawyer watched intently, but Jack was nowhere to be found. Sayid paused, "Would you like to tell me now?"
"Maybe, ten, twelve miles north of here. There's a clearing and we set up shelters there. There's a worn path going to the beach. We need to fish for some of our food. There's a tide pool with occasional fish there. That's about four miles east of our place." The girl said this information so rapidly, Sawyer barely caught it, but apparently, Sayid heard every word.
"How many are there?"
"There were five of us to start, but now there are only two others besides me."
"Why were you watching us?"
"I told you already. To see if any of you matched the descriptions of my friends' family members."
Sayid dug in with the knife again. Sawyer cringed when she screamed. Now he knew why Jack wasn't here. "Jesus, Sayid, she answered your question. What was that one for?"
"She lied." He waited for her to speak, but she never did. She kept her mouth shut. If he didn't believe her, why talk anyway? Sayid went back to her arm. More screams.
"SAYID!"
"Leave if you can't handle this Sawyer," Sayid glared at him.
Sawyer shook his head as he took in the sight before him. A girl, maybe eighteen was tied to a tree in front of him, her right side covered in fresh blood. Sayid was drenched in it as well. The knife was forever stained.
"Fine. But you better have a damn good reason next time." Sawyer walked back to his tree and leaned against it once more.
"Why?"
"Location."
"What?"
"Location. We were trying to map the island. I came across the hatch as you call it and decided to investigate. I saw people, I thought you were Them."
"Them?"
"The Others in this jungle. If you can tell me who the hell they are, I'd really appreciate it."
"How do we know you're not one of them?"
"I guess you don't."
Kris screamed again. Sawyer jumped forward, and Sayid stepped back.
"What was the reason for that!" Sawyer asked.
"I needed to see if she really was one of them. She is not." Sayid turned and started to walk away. "I'm going to get Jack, stay with her. Do not let her close her eyes. We may not get them to open again." Sayid ran off and disappeared into the thick mass of trees.
"So, who are you?" The girl panted.
"What?"
"Are you a cop or something? Are you in the army where you know how to torture people too?"
"Hon, if I were a cop, I'd shoot myself. I'm the farthest you'd ever get from one." Sawyer crouched down, "So, what's your story?"
The girl let out a light laugh, "Wouldn't you like to know?" She sagged slightly against the tree, and Sawyer touched her cut up arm. She let out a little scream as her eyes flew open.
"Had to, you were fading fast."
"Thanks, I guess. So he did this to you too, huh?"
"Yeah, 'cept the man used bamboo under my finger nails then cut open an artery in my arm."
"Is this a hobby of his or something?"
"I beginning to think it is." Just then, Jack and Sayid emerged. Sayid went behind the girl, knife in hand. She tensed, but all he did was cut her loose. Jack went to work as Sawyer and Sayid headed for the caves.
"Why'd you let him carry on so long?" Jack asked as he cleaned the blood off her arm.
"Excuse me?"
"You could've told him everything after the first time he cut you. Why stop talking? Why not tell him all at once?" He started wrapping gauze around her arm.
"Because, because he needed release, because no one trusts him, his judgment, because he needed to have more power." She winced as Jack tied off the bandage.
"You let him cut up your arm, so he could let lose some anger?" Jack sat back on his heels.
"I guess so…what's your name?"
"Jack. Dr. Jack Shephard."
The girl stared, staying silent. Jack furrowed his brow. "You wouldn't happen to have worked under Dr. Christian Shephard, would you?
"Yeah, he was my father." Jack stood, "How do you know my father?"
"Ever hear of Michael Walker? He was a victim of a drunk driving accident. He died on the way to the hospital." Kristin stood and grabbed her arm.
"What does that have to do with my dad?"
"The accident, the one my brother was killed in, it happened in Sydney."
"I'm sorry, but what does this have to do-"
"Your dad was the driver of the other car." The girl watched Jack's face fall as she turned and headed for the beach.
