Ok y'all although this is suppose to he a skate fan fin its not gonna really start off that way sorry at this point they are kinda separate but gimme some time and it'll all come together;)
Chapter 2: A Walk Down Memory Lane
Sawyer sat inside an empty room, hands and feet bound and gagged. His restrained hands were tied to a metal pole at his back to keep him from moving about the room. He had been in this state of solitary confinement for what he would guess was about a whole day. The room was more or less a cave that had metal doors for an entrance. The heat of the afternoon reached him even when counseled in the dark humid place. He hadn't eaten or drank anything in over two days. But not hunger or thirst could drive away the thoughts of the past few days.
After Jack, Kate and Sawyer's shoes had been taken they were thrusted into a near by hut no bigger than the boat Michael had ridden away in. This area was not well populated; there were only three of four other huts in sight. Sawyer figured that this was not the Others main camp ground. Each of them where tied to a bar by their hands which still were bound behind their backs. The bars where wooden and connected directly to the hut it self. Sawyer glanced around the room. The others left although sawyer knew they weren't really alone they would be guarded 24/7. He looked directly across from him into Kate's eyes. What he saw was not fear but determination. This was the Kate he had always known was there, the one who would do what needed to be done with out hesitation. She looked directly back at him as if she was trying to tell him something without having to say a thing. The momentary trance between the two was broken by Jack voice:
"You guys alright?" he asked. Jack was tired and it was very evident. They all were physically and mentally exhausted.
"Just dandy doc, in fact I was thinking about drivin up to the local bar for a beer… wanna come?" Sawyer said cockily with his head tilted to one side smiling an annoyed smirk. "How ya holden up over there freckles?" Sawyer asked truly concerned for her well being. Kate's glaze that had met here feet when Jack had first spoken didn't lift. Jack looked at Kate.
"Kate?"
"Why did they take our shoes?" Kate pondered more to herself than the other two. Sawyer immediately noticed how drained her voice sounded.
"Try ta get some sleep then we'll try to solve this mystery Sir Lock Holmes." Sawyer told her. Kate's eyes lifted at the sound of his voice then she quickly nodded off into a deep sleep. Sawyer and Jack not wanting to wake her did not speak; they were left each to his own thoughts.
Sawyer squinted as a burst of light came in when the metal doors opened. His walk down memory lane came to a halt. Miss Clue walked in. Sitting down about a foot away from Sawyer's feet she looked directly at him.
"We need to have a little talk James." Miss clue informed him. After saying this she stood up and two men came to release Sawyer from the pole and unind his feet. They each had guns. Miss Clue lead them out into broad day-light and straight the way up a steep hill.
