Chapter 14: In the still of the night
Everyone in the camp was sleeping peacefully, Shannon thought she was doing a favor for Sayid when she stabbed him, and now she was just going to help out her other friends. Claire and Charlie lay hopelessly not knowing that they would not wake up that morning. Shannon hovered over Claire with a crazed look on her face. Her grip on the knife was loosening.
"Stop!" she heard a voice call from behind her. "Save the knife for someone else," the voice told her. Shannon turned around. A little boy, who was barley visible due to the color of the night and the the color of his skin. "Give the knife to me." he said.
"Yes," Shannon said, entranced by the red glow in the boy's eyes. She threw the knife at him. It hit him the the forehead. He pulled it out. "Thank you," he said, not one drop of blood escaped the hole in his head. Shannon collapsed. The boy walked over to her and stabbed her ten times. He thought his age was a good amount of times to stab a pregnant girl.
While Sayid slept, blood poured out of his stomach, he didn't realize that he had been stabbed. The knife still stood straight up. He was slowly dying in the still of the night.
The boy emerged from the trees, spying Sayid's bleeding body. He smiled. He took the iraqi's hair, tied it in a knot, and hung the man from a tree brach, waiting for everyone to wake up. He dipped his finger in the wound of the girl who was dragging behind him. He spelled out very articulately the words 'you're all stuck here with me' in blood on the sand. Then all of a sudden the raft the boy's father had been building burst into flames. Finally someone woke up.
