Summary: A skate fanfic that starts after Kate Sawyer and Jack are captured.

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Chapter1: Running

The sound of a frog chirping in the cool night air, the streaming flowing down stream a few yards away and the beat of bare feet racing through the jungle all blurred together to Kate Austen's ears as she ran though unknown territory. Her mind was clear, focused, yet confused beyond relief all at once. Nothing could stop her now; she felt as if she could run for days straight if that what it took to do what had to be done. Frantic eyes scanning the ground every few yards ahead of her as not to stumble on a rock or fallen tree limb. But being in the brink of tears it got harder each second to see where she was running. Kate stumbled on a root and fell forward landing on her hands. She then collapsed. Taking this as an opportunity for a breather she leaned against a tree but not before she examined the area for followers. While resting all the memories of the past few days rusted back in full force.

Michael's boat rode out to sea while Kate, Sawyer, Jack and Hurley waited on the dock still grasping the fact that Henry was as low on the tottm poll as he had lead off to be. Kate wondered what the hell that that noise and white light been about. The sea was calm making it all the more easy for Michael to sail in, But Kate was far from worrying about Michael at this point every thing she felt toward him was hate at this point in time. Seeing Michael ride off into freedom was torture for the four prisoners. Miss clue as they would soon found out she was called came over and told Hurley he was free. Touched by his concern for their well-being she tried to smile as he parted but her yearning for freedom made it hard. Alarmed at the fact that she was a captive Kate tried her best to keep the others guessing. She put on her best face and acted as if she was in complete control.

Once Hugo was let go the other three losties were left to wonder. Soon sacks covered their head once again blocking all ability to see. A bit of light shown thought the fabric. They were surrounded by others any whom had guns Kate knew the chances of escape at this point were slime to none all she could do was cooperate and let the others thing they had full control. She was being lead by a one of the younger women. Kate knew that she must still be a teenager. She couldn't tell if she felt more hatrd or sympathy toward this girl. What a life she must lead here? Kate thought as she walked off the docks.

The change from the old wooded dock onto soft dirt was evident. Kate had grown up on a farm and had spent countless summer days swimming in lakes and jumping off docks near her house. She ran around barefoot most of her life and had grown in tune with changes in her surrounding. So once she stepped off the dock the ground was not hard as if it had been trampled as a major throughway would be the ground felt cushy and soft as if is had never been walked on until now. That is when it all started. From the day the losties had crashed on the island clues had been presented to them frequently, some intentional, others not. Kate remembered Sayid saying that the Others didn't leave foot prints. Then Kate realized she hadn't seen any others ever wear shoes. As Sawyer had once told her"it's all in the details."

They were lead uphill and down for some time until then they came too a halt. Occasionally a muffled smartass remark could be heard on Kate's left followed by the sound of a kick or hit.

Once the reached what seemed to be a cliff area the sacks were. A sea breeze could be felt and waves crashing on rocks below them could be heard. Each of the three was shoved down onto a log by "others" in front of them pushing them down by their shoulders. With hands still tried behind their back "the others" removed their shoes and socks. Kate sat between Jack and Sawyer, and let her back rest against a large bolder. Kate was at least relived to have two familiar people by her side both who she miraculously trusted. Recalling to memory the event of the day was an emotional task, but necessary to say the least

Kate got up from her resting position and pushed back all the dreaded memories of the others camp till later and started to run once again. Her feet no longer felt the pain that was brought by running barefoot. Not that she was accustom to this but she had mentally forsaken all knowledge of physical anguish it was no long a worry. Sweat dripped down her temple, the jungle was thick and humid. Kate recalled the words of advice she had received before she left the others camp." Run like ya got something to live for Kate.