Locke/Danielle
Black Rock/Jungle
Charlie/Sawyer
His body burnt and succumbed to the poison invading his body, clouding his judgement of things past and present, things no longer real or fake. There was only a degree of stillness, which kept Locke on the Island, inside the cockpit, slumped against the wall in a wheezing heap. Charlie's words penetrated his hearing, only slightly so the odd word came out making sense. Locke's head twitched, and he reached out into the air, hoping to grab the man, only finding stale air.
He slightly shook his head, and felt sweat drip from the end of his nose, his body trying to cool him down coming to no avail. It didn't matter what happened to him, he wasn't really there to witness the horrors of his new body. Reaching out for Charlie again, he missed once more and gave up completely. How was he meant to pass his test the Island sent him when he was being poisoned and couldn't even move? It seemed ridiculous, but maybe, just maybe it was the Islands sign of saying not all was LOST.
Outside of the Black Rock, Danielle had quickly constructed a trap as she shook Sawyer off her tail when she heard his footsteps following her. Ducking into the bushes, she took the vial out of her pocket, and drank three quarters of it, saving the rest for a more appropriate time. She cursed the Southern hick under her breath, than started running again, before stumbling from the pain in her leg, the tendons ripping further, sending her into another spasm of pain.
Charlie
The Black Rock
Locke
Charlie, being aware of Locke grasping in his direction, slowly crept closer to the hunter; ignoring the increasing pain his body was enduring.
"John!", he firmly said; forcing his voice to be more present than all the faint mumbling from before.
Not getting the desired response he repeated himself. "John! You still with me man?"
Desperation was seeping through the former rockgod's voice. Not only was he sincerely concerned about the older man's condition he was also afraid what this meant for his own. He had always considered Locke to be one of the strongest people on the island; capable of enduring anything that came on his path without even a word of complaint. If the hunter was giving up, what hope was there left for Charlie?
Even if he'd survive the wounds costs by the fall, without Locke the motivation to survive would be gone. If there was one person on this island he had absolute faith in to save them all, it was John Locke. And that one person was currently looking more like a slumped down pile of desperation than a hero about to rescue his fellow castaways.
Sawyer
The Jungle
Rousseau
The Southerner had an unfair, but desirable advantage when he ran out of the slave ship to hunt down Rousseau. The poison and wounded leg had obviously slowed her down, and even her expertise on making traps couldn't prevent her from taking a short stop to actually build it. Just enough time for Sawyer, with his large steps, to catch up on her and watch carefully while she was making the trap.
When Danielle moved on, Sawyer avoided the well-built trap easily and watched how she took another pause only seconds later. The bushes shielded her off for untrained and unaware eyes. But since the mocking American had been following her all along he could see her every move. The vial she took from her coat, the large gulp she took out of it. Every thing.
Clenching his teeth Sawyer wanted to grab her that instant and steal the vial from her pocket. It looked like there was still a small portion of the antidote left in there and it might be enough to save the others.
But before Sawyer could make his sprint in the French woman's direction she unexpectedly took off in the other direction. Luckily for the Southerner the pain he had inflicted in her leg before had apparently become so overwhelming that after a brief run she started to stumble on her legs. Giving him just enough time to catch up and with a simple movement from his hand grab the remaining antidote from her coat pocket.
A confident smile settling on his face he said "Thank you", and saluted her before running back in the direction where he came from.
Stopping an instant he looked over his shoulder and shouted in Rousseau's direction: "Hey Jane. If you decide to play nice from now on, I'll send doc to patch up that nasty wound you got there. You should be more careful ya know."
And with that he turned back around and ran as fast as he could back to the Black Rock, hoping he wasn't too late.
Locke
Black Rock
Charlie
The quiet fear and confusion mingled nicely together, leaving a feeling of despair in Locke's body that threatened to take him from consciousness any moment. Forcing his eyelids to open, he saw Charlie sat not too far from him, with a loop sided grin. John shuffled where he sat, rising up a bit so he could face him, and smiled back at the recovering addict;
"I'm still with you Charlie...Just. We just need to wait." Locke sighed, his breath carrying a small laugh.
"It's a shame we couldn't finish our lesson today, I felt I had more to teach you. If...When we get out of this situation, we'll talk more ok Charlie?"
He moved his gaze around the cockpit, half looking for the playing cards Charlie had suggested earlier, though obviously finding nothing. He wiped his nose, and rubbed his chest, in hope to soothe the aching pain in his chest.
"How about we improvise? Rock, paper, scissors?"
Danielle
The Jungle
Alone/Other?
Disappointment seeped through to Danielle's outer pores, her very sweat acting as the incandescent rage felt for Sawyer as he swiftly took the rest of the antidote and vacated the jungle back to the Black Rock. She sat in a hunched position, panting and gasping for air, though her lungs had begun to settle. Should she had taken only half the antidote then she may have died, but three quarters ensured her safety - for Locke she did not know nor care of his outcome.
Ignoring the cold winds of the east, she lay on the ground, waiting until she felt fully better to return back to her abode. However, the single snap of a twig was enough to have her spring to her feet and her eyes dart around the jungle. Curling her fists into a ball she gritted her teeth, eyes narrowing in fear.
"Who is it?" She whispered to herself. Another twig snapped, closer to her this time, and she prayed it was only one of them, that's all she to hold on to.
"Others."
Charlie
The Black Rock
Locke
Relieved when the older man opened his eyes and - though obviously still slipping away from the conscious world - managed to open his mouth and form a sense making reply, Charlie's face brightened up a little.
His answer wasn't a satisfying one, nothing the former rockgod couldn't think of himself, but at least it was an answer. And that meant that not only was Locke still awake, he had actually heard Charlie's remarks before. And that was a good thing on itself.
The rock, paper, scissors -comment surprised the ex-junkie. Locke usually wasn't the type to make a joke or even react to one of Charlie's. He figured it must be the poison talking, it simply wasn't the hunter's style.
"Sure man", he quietly chuckled. "Sure."
Sawyer
Jungle / The Black Rock
Charlie, Locke
Not wasting any more time and energy on the crazy French woman, Sawyer hurried back to the Black Rock. It wasn't too far away, yet it seemed an eternity before the Southerner's eyes captured the gigantic slave ship. Seeing it for a second time it was just as impressive and once more he was astonished when seeing the bizarre sight in the middle of the jungle.
"James!", a voice suddenly shrieked out from above him. Startled Sawyer looked up to see nothing but the clear blue sky.
Confusion took control of him, but his mission to save Locke and Charlie seemed more important than to figure out who was calling his name.
"James!", the voice shrieked again. And this time when he curiously looked up to the sky he saw a huge bird circling above his head. The creature must have been at least 10 feet tall.
"Sonuva...", he gasped.
Running the last few feet back to the entrance of the ship he gasped for air when he arrived at Charlie and Locke.
"It's a goddamn Jurassic Park out there!"
Locke
Black Rock
Charlie/Sawyer
Weakly bringing his hand up, he curled it into a fist and looked at Charlie with a weak smile.
"Rock beats a blank face." He chuckled, lowering his hand and closing his eyes again. The pain seemed to refuse to relent in Locke's body, the tight pain in his chest feeling like he was being strangled, the stabbing pain in his collarbone equally stressful. He was barely aware when Sawyer entered their part of the slave ship, and only sniffed the stale air in acknowledgement when the Southerner spoke.
"We're more along the lines of Poseidon Adventure, not Jurassic Park." He managed to say, his voice breaking mid-way, finishing his words with a wheeze.
"Did you find me my miracle?" He asked, raising his aching head to him, trying to look up at his face, but his eyes were not accustomed to the light in his condition.
Other (Identity undecided)
Black Rock
Sawyer, Locke, Charlie
"Excuse me gentlemen" Came a soft but soothing voice from outside the belly of the Black Rock. This was followed by a silhouette in the doorway, facing the three men.
One was old, and sitting in a crumpled heap, panting in pain it seemed, blood leaking from the mans ugly mustard t-shirt. The other also sat on the floor, younger but looking as uneasy as the older one - dirt covered his attire and blood was caked on the edges of his face. As for the one who stood, he looked far more put together, an upturned smile on his face, a raised eyebrow at himself.
"It seems like you're in a bit of a pickle here. Need any assistance?" He asked, holding out a clear vial of liquid, the insides of it whirling slowly in its container.
"If it's antidote you're after, perhaps I'm your man. The French Woman, Danielle is it? - gave me the rest of it, she's sly that one isn't she? Need anything else, you two look mighty unwell - how about I chop some firewood, and we get some heat going?"
Author's note:
The first update of this story was only posted on Fanfiction because it was too huge to post it as one post on the forum we're playing this RPG. It wasn't meant as a story to attract lots of readers. However, after all the wonderful reviews, we (Zarina; Charlie/Sawyer & Amy; Locke/Danielle/Other) decided to keep posting our story here as well. If any of you are impatient as to what is gonna happen next check this link in my profile. It's to the board where we update the story more frequently than onFanfiction.
About the poison and your remarks: Sawyer came into the storyline later and doesn't know that only Locke is poisoned (yes you guys are right ;)). He'll find out soon enough though...
Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, keep the feedback coming xD
