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Chapter 11: 'Her'
An early afternoon sun shone upon Sawyer's face. He was restrained by rope that bound him to a pole. All four huts where in sight from his position, he knew exactly which one held Kate prisoner. Starring into space he looked past the jungle, huts, people walking by, he was unaware of everything around him as a whole. The heat that pierced the very atmosphere, the sound of the ocean, the smell in the air from the rain the night before, and his crusty dry clothes were all non existent to Sawyer. His mind was focused. Not knowing whether he was upset, sorry, or angry he re-player the event of the night before in his head over and over again. A young blonde girl came up to Sawyer.
"Ehm…"
When he didn't respond she tapped his shoulder. His beat red eyes turned to her dark sparkeling blue eyes, the corners for his lips were pressed down into a frown; once he saw who it was, one of them, his arms tightened and his face had its color return. A triangle like wrinkle between his eyebrows formed as it always did when he was enraged.
"You needa come with me." The girl told him as she brought out a knife from her pocket to cut his lose, revealing a handgun as she did so. She hosted him up barely helping and lead him toward the metal doors he had just come out of hours before to 'save' Kate. A man with a gun that Sawyer had noticed guarded the doors through out the whole day opened to let them in. The corridor she took him down was rather long, white wood doors lined either side , occasionally a window that looked like the kind in interrogation rooms was next to a door. Most rooms that Sawyer could see into where empty or held tables and chairs, random rooms held beds and such. Sawyer's eyes danced around the place not noticing anything in particular till his eye was caught by a women being lead out of one of the rooms that had a window. At first he paid her no heed till he saw something familiar in her. She was a women he guessed to be in her early thirties, maybe late twenties, wavy brown hair hung above her shoulders. Her dreary eyes meet the floor, they did not lift even when passing Sawyer. Her face had dirt smugged on it, making the tear lines easier to see. She wore an expression of pain, one of a misfortunate understand. Sawyer's heart ached for the women he had once met. Once she had pasted he remembered clearly who she was, it was Cindy, from the tail section of the plane. He turned back but only got a glimpse to the hunkered over poor soul being lead out into the bright afternoon before he was pushed into a room.
The blonde girl sat him down in a chair and bound him to it. She them moved and sat in a chair across from him. She tucked her feet in underneath her till she was sitting Indian style. Sawyer studied the girl quickly, she wore a tattered old brown shirt and pants, similar to what all the others wore at these camps. He concluded by a brief observation what she could not be more that seventeen, she looked different than the rest she had a soft air about her, but then again Sawyer have first thought that about Kate. He has assumed all the quickly that she was that fun loving nature girl that everyone loved back home who would never cause trouble. He had been easily fooled by her constant willingness to help. He never made the same mistake twice so he made sure not to judge this girl all to fast.
"What, you practicing to be the next Miss Klugh?"
"No."
Not usually getting such short and straight responses Sawyer decided to just be quite and let her talk first.
"So you're James huh?"
"No, I'm Jack, ya picked up the wrong guy, corse I'm…" His voice trailed off, he didn't want to say his name it brought it all back and all at the worse time.
"Whatever. I really don't care I was just told to bring you in her and tell you that you did a good job. By the way, my name's Londy" the girl said giving a weak smile.
"What the hell type of name is 'Londy'?" Sawyer said in a confused more so rude tone.
"If ya wanna get into names I could always ask why you're called Sawyer." Londy said in a sarcastic tone tilting her head to the side. She knew she could have some fun with this but decided to stick with her job.
"Alright…" standing up to walk away she stopped and said. "Ya done good, he'll be in to talk to ya later about her."
"And why's it you can't tell me anything?" Sawyer asked turning his head as far as he could in an attempt to make eye contact with the girl. She smiled before turning her head knowing she had him right where she wanted.
"So yeah really wanna know?" She asked rhetorically. "Okay, she is in her own lil hut right now hating your very guts." Londy was not one to mince words so she continued to inform him bluntly. "By now Ima quite sure she thinks you are one of us now and wants nothing more than to kill you for betraying her, hell I would if I was here." Londy sat there in front of him like a little teenage girl gossiping with her friends, but she was not that average happy good time girl, Londy was different Sawyer could tell. All he had to do was figure out how to use her difference to his advantage.
Then it hit him like a bolt of lighting, they wanted to turn each of them against the other as to secure that the too strongest people on the island wouldn't form a bond and become 'indestructible' in a sense. That was why they had him go get her, they could have but they wanted to make her hate him. These people where smart, they knew Kate would have a hard time forgiving Sawyer and that Sawyer wouldn't refuse their demands to save her. Londy sat back down in her seat then stared at him for a while.
"Have ya figured it out yet?"
Sawyer looked at her puzzled, he felt for the first time that he was looking at practically a girl version of himself, cocky, arrogant, all-knowing when it came to her field. Londy hide things well, she exploited her opponent while giving away as little information about herself away as possible; yet always just enough to fool them.
"Just about, only I got a few questions."
"Shoot."
"How old are you?" Sawyer had used this tack-tic when he was younger, a beginner con man. Switching the subject and focusing on the other person, it threw younger people, who often had a harder time focusing, off; but not Londy.
"17." She answered without a smile or moments hesitation. "My turn. What's your favorite color?"
"Blue. Got any brothers or sisters?"
"Nope. You?"
"Naw. Why do ya stay in this hellhole?"
"Cause if I left, I wouldn't live." Londy answered glaring right into Sawyer's blue eyes. "Why do you love her?"
He knew exactly which 'her' she was referring too. Sawyer was not surprised by the questions but he was at a lose for words, he had never consciencly admitted even to himself that he loved her.
"Who said I did?"
"No one. I just know."
"Doncha mean assumed?"
"If I meant assumed I would have said assumed now wouldn't I? I meant what I said, I know."
Denying truth to the face he lied:
"I don't."
"Your only fooling yourself cowboy." Londy said with a wink. Getting up she told him. "Betta saddle up your horse cause you go a rocky ride ahead." Before he could respond the door slammed shut.
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Kate sat once again in a hut tied down. She hated herself for trusting him, for coming back, and for letting herself fall out of her old habits of being a loner. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't hate him though. She was in the same hut that she had been in a few days before. The memories came rushing back; wanting nothing more than to leave it all behind she closed her eyes. Hearing a creaking noise she opened to her eyes to see a young girl coming in threw the door. She had blonde hair and blue eyes that sparkled in the dimly lit room.
"Hey, brought you some food." The girl said while unbinding Kate's hands and retying the rope around her waist and upper arms leaving her hands free; yet only just enough to eat.
"Thanx." Kate said although her tone implied she didn't mean it. Instead of the girl leaving like all the others who had ever brought Kate food she sat down cross legged on the floor of the hut.
"How's it taste?" the girl asked smile sweetly. Kate was taken back by the politeness of the girl, she considered for a second that she was one of the few good, such as Alex.
"Well, it's no where close to a gourmet meal…but I'll take what I can get." Kate answered still in a rather monotone voice.
"My name's London. Yours is Kate right?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry we gotta keep you locked up like this. I am sure there are more effective ways… it's just your different." Kate had heard that all her life so she paid it no heed. Although the meaning London implied was not the one Kate was thinking about.
"What is it that you want?" Kate asked rather irritated that the girl was still in the room.
London shrugged, "I don't know, I guess you must be pretty pissed at that southern guy for helping us?"
"I am sure he had a reason." Kate said in a matter of fact tone trying to convince herself of that very thing. London smiled sweetly. Kate nearly trusted this girl but quickly turned away from that thought as soon as it entered her mind. London continued to talk as if she was chatting with an old friend on a summer day maybe about the drama in their lives or possible just a talk to catch up with one an other.
"I know I would be mad to say the least. I just talked to him a few minutes ago; didn't even have a hint for regret in his voice." She told her as if it was a juicy little tidbit of information that Kate should appreciate being told. London played it good, she had the expressions down to key and she knew what to say to make it seem true. First she acted different then all the rest then she slid into a casual conversion finally popping the big questions and thrusting her opinion and views on her culprit. Her tactics where similar to most con artists but it was the detailed she threw in that made the difference, the personal information she gave away to make people feel more comfortable.
"Did he mention me?" Kate asked wide eyed, she knew how desperate it sounded but the matter of fact was that she really was desperate.
"No, sorry" London responded with a sincerely apologetic tone in her voice. "I only got to talk with him for a moment. He was going to meet with our leader."
London gave her a pat on the knee and told her.
"Hang in there, although you maybe on your own now there is always hope." London smiled a beautiful friendly smile toward Kate then got up and walked out waving bye sweetly saying. "See ya!"
Kate was extremely puzzled, she had never been bad at judging people and this girl seemed nice. Trusting her was not an option but in the back of Kate's mind she did believe what she said just a little; and that was exactly what Londy wanted.
