Sorry it took a bit longer. Thanks for reviews :hugs:
A.N.1: this chapter is more drabble-y
A.N.2: In italics are quotes from Gibran Khalil Gibran's The Prophet.
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine. The Prophet is not mine.
Captivity
Chapter 4
Darkness. A faint sound of electricity flowing freely through wires. A sudden flash of light. Red. He spins around.
Two words projected on the wall behind him. Red on black. Adam Rutherford. A wave of guilt runs through him.
It is when your spirit goes wandering upon the wind, that you, alone and unguarded, commit a wrong unto others and therefore unto yourself.
Another flash. He turns to his right. Joanna Wexler. Perspirations trickles nervously down his forehead. Hair stands on his arms.
Breath quick and perplexed.
And for that wrong committed must you knock and wait a while unheeded at the gate of the blessed.
Eyes move around to meet a new name. Boone Carlyle. Blood shudders in his veins.
Much in you is still man, and much in you is not yet man.
His father was right.
Shannon Rutherford.
Body freezes and melts all at once.
And when one of you falls down he falls for those behind him, a caution against the stumbling stone.
One name after another. One failed surgery, one failed patient, one failed friend after another.
Edward Mars
An image of a dying man burn his vision.
And he falls for those ahead of him, though faster and surer of foot, yet removed not the stumbling stone.
Proof that he will never be good enough.
Beth.
Proof that he will never have what it takes.
Libby
Sinful hands breaking life to welcome death.
The righteous is not innocent of the deeds of the wicked. The condemned is the burden bearer for the guiltless and unblamed.
All the times that he should have but did not.
Ana Lucia Cortez.
All the scars in his conscience.
And how shall you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their misdeeds?
The nightmares of his past coming to haunt his present hell.
A cell built with the names of his failures. A cell built of his own crimes.
Red on black.
Light and dark.
One more spot left unmarked. Only for a few seconds.
Until, Christian Shepard.
Enough.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Rage erupting from every fiber of his being.
"What do you want? WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
Pitch black.