Okay so I know Miss Klugh's name is not spelled Miss Clue but I didn't know that till after I started my fic so Oh well her named will be spelled wrong in my fic… guess I should have done my research;)
Sorry this Chapter is short the next two are gonna be pretty long if I can stick to my outline. I hope y'all enjoy this, as always thanx a bunch for the reviews! )
Chapter 6: Understanding
Miss Clue sat on that same cliff across from Sawyer. A lack of understanding made it rather difficult for either of them to converse and actually get much out of a conversation. As confused as ever Miss Clue tried her best to appear as a person who had the upper-hand she was determined to catch Sawyer of guard. The realization that the truth must eventually be told hit her hard, she did not want him to know but she saw no way around it.
"Mr. Ford do you recall your meeting with "Henry" after Miss Austen's escape?"
Thoughts of fear, perplexity, dread, worry, hatred all filled his head at the thought of that day. He still felt the pain in his left foot.
"Clear as a bell." Sawyer told her; his tone was filled with the urge for revenge. He looked back at the deeply swollen scare on his foot reaching up to his ankle and remembered that encounter.
"Do you think this is some sort of a game James? Do you honestly believe that she will get away with this?" Henry asked Sawyer questions. He held air of certainty about himself yet Sawyer saw a distinct hint of fear in him.
"You can't find her huh?" Sawyer asked slowly lifting his eyes to Henry's
Henry glared at Sawyer as if you say: this is your last chance before this turns for the worst.
Sawyer was sitting in a metal chair in a room. No longer was he in a hut he sat in a room. A pasty white tent of paint covered the walls, this room was rather small compared to the ones back "home", all that it held was a build in bookshelf that was empty, a ping -pong table and two metal chairs, one which Sawyer occupied. Two other men were in the room with Sawyer and Henry, both of them being the same that had taken him to the hut for his first personally encounter with Miss Clue. They stood on either side of him. The rusted white door that leads to the long hallway outside was farthest away from Sawyer. Making a point to take in the details Sawyer let Henry ramble on for some time; but it didn't take him long to realize Henry wasn't giving enough so he had to liven it all up.
"How did she escape?" Henry asked looking Sawyer Directly in the eyes.
"Now we wouldn't want me goin and spoilen that for ya now would we Mr. Alias."
Henry mentally took a deep breath; he gathered his bearings and continued the interrogation with a new odd patience about him, as if he had something up his sleeve.
"James without Kate here you yourself are in danger. I advise you to assist in recapturing her." Henry paused as if to consider whether he should finish his thoughts out loud or not. "Alex came stumbling into this hatch earlier tonight with blood on her forehead telling me that she was been knocked out, and when she woke up Kate Austen was gone. Now can you please tell me how Kate escaped because being completely honest with you we can't afford to have you do the same." Henry's tone had stayed the same as it always does. "So I'll ask you again, the easy way; how did Kate escape?"
Henry was now leaning across the table.
"I'll die before I tell." Sawyer answered.
Henry walked around the table till he stood in front of Sawyer.
"You leave me with no choice James. We can't have you running off like Miss Austen now can we?"
The bigger of the two men on either side of Sawyer brought out a knife. He knelt down on one knee and with out blinking or a second thought brought the knife down into Sawyer's left foot. Henry stood before him in an approving manner. Sawyer refused to give into the pain; that was just what they wanted. The blood rushed out spilling onto the concrete floor.
The knife had been driven deep into his foot but not all the way through. It had been a "safety measure" as to assure his captivity.
"Thanx for the treat Mr. president but I'm afraid my birthday was last month."
Henry gestured with his right hand and the two men escorted Sawyer outside. He was forced down the hall, out the doors, he was not although lead to his usually place in the hut but instead to a cave in the way that he would soon spend much time in. The two men tossed him inside following in after to then tie him to a poll and gage him. The doors shut behind them leaving Sawyer to his thoughts. Blood poured from his foot onto the hard cement floor. Throbs of pain shot up his left leg. He lifted his head and leaned it against the poll behind him. Sawyer was not concerned with pain at this point though; the worry that she might be caught was what inhabited his heart. He avoided the very possibility of failure, Kate had never been known to not success in an escape and he was sure this wouldn't be the exception.
Miss Clue brought Sawyer back from his momentary flashback in order to say:
"Mr. Ford your assistance is useless unless you understand this circumstance more fully. So I am going to tell you why you are here."
"Well that certainly has been the question of the week, and I have ta tell ya I wouldn't half mind hearin the answer." Sawyer said in his typical sarcastic tone. He was literally honest he had been wondering why the others wanted them three of all people. Miss Clue breathed in slowly than began her long explanation of why Jack, Kate, and Sawyer were taken.
