Previous Day.
Muffled voices, that's all she heard, over and over again, muffled voices. Every now and then one would nudge her with their toes and laugh, and one time one of them hit her hard in the stomach with the end of their gun. She could taste blood in her mouth and her mind was foggy.
Had the even moved? Had the even left the dock? She couldn't remember anything since they put the bag back over her head.
She felt a tug at her wrists as she was lifted to her feet. "Move." Someone growled, and weakly Kate walked with the butt of a gun shoved in her back, guiding her to her temporary place.
She felt someone hook onto each of her arms and lift her into what she assumed was a boat, a gentle rocking under her feet.
They pushed her to sit, and she tried her hardest to speak.
Muffled she called out their names. "Jack? Sawyer?"
To her left she felt someone shoved down next to her, and a few moments later she felt it to her other side.
She called out again, "Jack, Sawyer?"
He answer didn't come from her companions though, instead, a young girl quietly leaned next to her and said, "Just keep calm and quiet, they are here."
Kate felt a jolt and heard the motor roar as the small boat started off.
"Alex!" Kate could hear from the dock. "Don't let them act up!"
Kate felt a rush of emotions overwhelm her as the boat moved across the water. She had never been so afraid in her life, and for once she couldn't run from the fear that was consuming her, she had to sit and take it.
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"How are they?" Claire asked Bernard who slowly walked by, perhaps in order to make some conversation himself.
"Sleeping, or comatose, you can choose." He said with a friendly smile, sitting next to Claire in the sand.
"So much has happened in the last 24 hours I'm not sure what's real." Claire sighed, "And I'm worried about everyone else, and Charlie too."
"Why Charlie?" Bernard asked.
"Only when the girls were brought to shore did he say anything really about Eko, Locke and Desmond. I'm not sure if he's just blocking it out because what happened to them is that horrible or..."
"Or what?" Bernard urged her to continue.
"I don't know."
"He's gathering the troops as we speak." Bernard smiled. "He'll come around, I'm sure."
Claire nodded, "I hope so." She looked a bit teary eyed looking around the beach camp, and wished Libby was there. She and Libby had become close in the recent weeks and it still hadn't fully hit her that she was gone. Even staring at her grave didn't make it seem any more realistic. Libby would patiently be waiting for Hurley to return and perhaps she and Claire would share some fruit and talk about the guys. It stung her heart to look to her left and not see Libby smiling.
She hoped Hurley was okay, and she was still in the dark as to where he had gone, but she hoped wherever he was he was still trying to make it through her loss.
She stared off into the distance, shading her eyes with her left hand from the bright sun.
She could still hear Libby laughing.
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Hurley sat by the small creek and struggled to catch his breath.
C'Mon Hurley, you can do it.
Dude, seriously, can't we get a break day?
I'm really proud of you, keep going, then we'll take a break. I believe in you.
The tears stung his eyes. It wasn't supposed to be like this, he had daydreams about he and Libby and their happily ever after. But Libby was dead, she was gone and he never got to tell her he loved her. She saw past his flaws and admired who he truly was. If it wasn't for Libby he would have been decaying at the bottom of a cliff right now, though it sounded much appealing to be dead with Libby then alone, cold, tired and depressed in the middle of the jungle.
He needed to make it back to camp, he needed to tell everyone what happened and he needed to tell them that they couldn't fight back and couldn't go after them and it fell heavy on his heart, a heart which was already weighed down by the stress and horror of this island and loosing Libby.
Libby would want him to go on though, she would want him to keep walking until he couldn't possibly walk any longer.
Hurley stood up, took a deep breath and began walking again.
He couldn't let Libby down, because to him she was still there, even if it was only in his heart.
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"Kellie-Kell?" The younger of the two girls moaned, slowly opening her eyes. She jumped up and looked around, where was she? She could hear the ocean behind her and in front of her, she looked into a jungle. All around her were crude shelters and staring people.
Laying down on a tattered blanket to her left was Kellie, who she immediately shoved repeatedly to try and wake up.
Finally Kellie's eyes opened and she jumped up, terror on her face.
"Aly?" She said, turning to her sister.
Kellie seemed as if she were in a daze, like her eyes were open but she couldn't really see.
"Kell, I'm here." Aly said, reaching over and grabbing her sisters hand.
"Oh God...I had this dream...and then I was awake, and I couldn't move, and I couldn't open my eyes but I could hear everything and I COULDN'T move, and I tried wiggling my toes and I tried to scream but no sound came out and then I forced myself to fall back asleep and I couldnt do it! And then finally you shook me and it was over. I don't even remember my dream it was so terrifying and..." Kellie was sobbing at this point, but she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, her eyes surveying their new surroundings. "Where the fuck are we?" Kellie asked, with a gasp.
"I don't know!" Aly sighed.
"Are... are you guys alright?" Claire asked, as she came forward and stood before the girls.
"Does it look like we're alright?" Aly groaned. She started to hyperventilate and Kellie squeezed her hand tightly. "I'm going to have a fucking panic attack." Aly whined.
"Who are you and where the hell are we?" Kellie asked, as she let go of her sister's hand to rub her back. Kellie felt dizzy and weak, but tried her hardest to sit up and keep conversing with the pretty blonde in front of her.
"I'm Claire, and Uhm, we're on an island, somewhere in the pacific ocean."
"Alright Claire...where's the tourism office or something here?"
Claire eyed both girls strangely as if the castaways primitive campsite wasn't a good enough answer. "We crash landed here a couple months ago." Claire stated. "There's no tourism board..."
"Wait, a couple of months?" Kellie asked.
Claire nodded.
"This is a really bad joke right? My Dad paid all you guys off to get us back for our plan to move to Los Angeles, right? Have we been Punk'd,s eriously, this is really stupid, where's the cameras?" Aly laughed.
"How about, we ask you guys some questions?" Charlie asked, as he walked over and stood next to Claire.
"How about...No." Kellie replied.
"Should we tie them up then guys?" Charlie laughed, in a bad attempt to scare the girls.
"If that kinda thing get's you off, then I feel sorry for your girlfriend." Aly snapped.
Kellie laid back down and brought her hands to her forehead. She was tempted to go back to her horrid nightmare then deal with the painful reality coming to play before her.