Ana Lucia: The Homicidal Maniac
By The Pain I See In Others
The beach is desolate. A deep fog falls upon the shore, gulls cry out from the skies over the empty oceans, and day fades into night.
In the darkness she waits, looking for her next victim. Who will it be? Hurley? Charlie? Maybe Jack? They all have their own dirty little secrets for which a judgment must be passed.
She sharpens the knife, the rock sliding smoothly down its edge. It has to be sharp, sharp for when the judgment is passed.
The fire blazes in the distance, it's immortalized in her gaze. How she wishes everything was made of fire, burning everything that's alive, feeding off of the living to sustain its own existence. There would be nothing left except charred remains and the memory of the filth that inhabited them.
But it rains here. All the time it rains. No use for fire. It would be bathed in water and become extinguished. The rain is good though, it sets the mood. The tree looms over her in its damp decay, lightning strikes, and she knows it's time.
The rain falls upon her, her intentions sanctioned. The cleansing makes her mind clearer, so that she may pass judgment without fault.
She nears the smoldering pile of wood, scrutinizing everyone sitting around it. Their eyes burning with bright light as they stare deeply at the element of which will haunt them for eternity. She knows exactly where they're all going after her verdict is passed, and she can't wait until all of them are shackled there.
The fat man moves, his stomach sloshing as he gets up and walks to his tent. Perfect. He's secluded now, away from the others. Now's my time to strike.
The others don't notice as she goes to the fat man's tent, knocks him out, and drags him through the jungle. How could they the see? They're all too wrapped up in themselves to notice what's going on around them. Their ignorance must be quelled. It will be soon enough.
The fat man is heavy, very heavy. She struggles while dragging him up the hill, but his weight won't stop her from passing judgment, nothing can stop the judgment.
She props him up against a tree, ties his hands around the trunk, and waits for him to awaken.
Several hours pass and the night is still young. The fat man moans and comes to his senses. "What the Hell happened?" The fat man asked.
"Nothing." She scraped the blade across the stone.
"What the Hell do you mean nothing!" Finally realizing he was tied up to a tree in the middle of the jungle.
"Exactly that, nothing." Her voice cheerful.
"Oh my God," he started panting. "I need something to eat."
"Sorry, there isn't any food," she scraped the blade harder now, "but I can get you some."
"That would be great," he let out a sigh of relief, "Hey, why am I tied up?"
"Oh, no reason. Just making sure your safe."
"Oh, that's cool...thanks man," his stomach growled, "hey d'ya get that food yet?"
"One second," she reached into a sack and pulled out a hunk of meat.
"I thought you didn't have any food?"
"Oh, yeah. I just found this," she put the meat into his mouth.
"Wow! This is delicious! Where'd you get this!" He said, grinding the meat between his teeth.
"Like I said, I just found it."
"You just found it! Where!" The meat moving around his tongue slurred his words.
"Over there," she pointed at a grassy spot next to the tree the fat man was tied to.
He turned to see where see had pointed. "I don't see anything."
"It's under the ground."
"What's meat doing under the ground?"
"I don't know."
"You don't seem to know a lot."
"I know enough." The scraping was getting louder.
"Hey, what are you doing with that knife?" A worried look spread across his face.
"Nothing."
"Can't you just give me a straight answer for once! What the HELL is going on here! Why am I in the middle of the jungle with you, and why am I tied to a tree!" He tugged at his bonds trying to break free, but it was no use.
"Hey, you want some more meat, fat ma—"
"—Why? You got anymore?"
"Yeah, there's plenty over there." She pointed to the grassy spot again.
The fat man tried to bend his face to the ground where she had pointed. "I can't reach!"
"I can untie you, but you gotta promise me you're not going to run away. It's not safe."
"Ok, I promise! Just untie me! I'm so hungry!" He whined.
She stopped sharpening the blade, went around to his hands, and cut them free.
He dived onto the grassy spot and started clawing at the dirt with his hands. She stared at him with eyes filled with hate. She couldn't stand him. He reeked. She had to do something about that, and only one thing came to mind.
He had dug six feet into the ground before he found what he was looking for. "Meat!" He began gnawing on a fleshy leg he had found. "Ohhh, it's so good!" The meat ripped right off the bone as he bit down on it. "I can't believe how good it is! How'd you find it!"
"I put it there."
"What?" He stopped chewing for a moment.
"I put it there."
"You put it here? Come on! You're joking right?"
"Why else would there be meat under the ground?"
"Maybe...someone dropped it in a mud slide." A smile spread across his face, thinking he was so smart.
"Yeah, that makes sense," the sarcasm apparent in her voice. "Why don't you pull up that leg you got there?"
"Umm, ok" He yanked at the leg he had been eating, the soil displacing as whatever the leg was connected to started to come up. It was something big. He began to wipe the dirt aside. "Wow, this is some big ani--" A girl's face stared up at him, her eyes cold and dead. "Holy S.HIT!" He sprang back and pressed himself against the tree. "What the F.UCK!" He felt sick. His stomach churned and he started to hurl.
"That's Libby. She wasn't a good person. But she sure tastes good, huh?" A smile spread across her face.
"What the F.UCK is wrong with you! You made me eat her!" He exclaimed.
"Yeah, there's nothing a little spice and seasoning can't cure."
"This can't be happening, I'm dreaming...I'm dreaming," he started to feel dizzy, the world swimming around him.
"No. You're not dreaming." The knife glistened in the moonlight and the terror the fat man felt came to a climax. "None of you noticed her go missing did you? Why would you? You could care less, right?" She brought the knife up to his throat.
"Please, don't. I'll do anything." His breathing escalated.
"Anything!" She laughed for and second, then went dead silent. "There is only one thing you can do, and that is--"
"--Hurley! Are you out here!" A man's voice called from the jungle.
"Son of a bitch!" She looked around thinking about what she should do now. "Alright, it seems I'm not gonna have as much fun with you as I would have liked. But it looks like today I get 2 for the price of 1."
"No, please don't, you don't have to do this!" He tried to get up but his stomach convulsed and vomit erupted violently from is mouth.
"Do I? You tell me? What could possibly be the reason for why I'm doing this? Huh? Maybe you deserve it?" She dug the tip of the knife into his neck, just far enough for him to feel a sharp pain.
The voice was getting closer now.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" The fat man yelled.
"You don't huh?" She eased the knife back. "Well how about I tell you?"
"Yes, please! Pl-Please tell me!" He squealed.
"You ate my f.ucking mangoes you stupid bitch! My mangoes. They weren't your mangoes, they were mine, and you ate them!"
The fat man started to cry. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, okay! Please don't kill me!"
She clenched her hand around the grip, threw her arm back, and thrust the knife into his throat, hot blood spraying all over her face. "There is no mercy for people like you."
"Hurley! Where are you!" Sayid yelled out into the distance. "Where is the portly Hispanic?" He asked himself as he hacked his way through the brush with a machete he had fashioned. He came upon a clearing, the moonlight was shining down from the night sky and he looked around to see if he could spot the fat man. That's when he saw it--Hurley's corpse nailed to a tree with a knife. He ducked and looked around to if whoever had done this was still here. He couldn't be sure of ever knowing if anyone else was there or not, given that The Others were superb at hiding themselves and could not be found if the didn't want to be.
After several minutes of watching and listening for any movement, he slowly made his way over to the tree where the fat man had been pinned. He examined the knife that was lodged into the fat man's jugular and pulled it out. Blood spewed out onto his hand. "Awg...disgusting!" He wiped it off on the fat man's shirt.
The knife was curious; he had seen one of these before a long time ago. U.S. Army, yes that was it. An old knife from World War II, but what was it doing here?
A branch cracked, he spun around, knife in hand, to see a bird fly off into the night. His heart was racing and his breathing was rapid. He took a deep breathe to calm himself down.
"Hey, Sayid!" A voice called from behind him.
He spun around, knife in hand, to see Ana-Lucia walking up to him. He had to catch his breath again. "What are you doing here!"
"Just going for a midnight stroll." She said, with a wide grin across her face. She turned to see Hurley's carcass sprawled out on the ground. "Jesus Christ! What happened to him?"
"I don't know. I think The Others may have something to do with it." He walked over to Hurley's body and noticed a girl's corpse lying by what appeared to be her upturned grave. He rushed towards her and knelt to get a better look. "This is Libby...she went missing a week ago." He examined her closer. "She appears to have been cannibalized."
"Holy Hell! Who could do something like that…What could do something like that!" Ana asked him.
"I don't know. But whoever it is...they are going to pay!" He exclaimed.
"Really? Are you going to kill them?" She asked, kneeling down beside him.
"Yes! With my bare hands I will kill them! He stood up straight and stuck out his chest. "For this girl...Libby...whom I did not even know. I will kill them!"
"Heroic, aren't we?" She stood up, removed the canteen from her shoulder, and took a sip. "Do you suppose whoever did this can be killed?"
"Anyone can be killed. How to kill them is where it can become difficult." He started to walk across the clearing to the spot where he had entered.
So true. She watches as he walks away, and remembers the booby trap she had set just before he had arrived here. "Hey, Sayid!" He turned around. "I think I see something over there!" She pointed at a pile of rocks underneath a nearby tree. Sayid went over to inspect.
"It's a booby trap!" He called back.
S.hit! She clenched her fists in frustration. Do I have to do everything with my bare hands!
Sayid moved in closer. "One of The Others could have set it here..." He started to turn around. "Or maybe Rouss--"
The blade shattered his ribcage with a satisfying crunch. He didn't know what hit him. She turned the blade slowly and allowed his ribs to snap on its serrated edge, his guts twisting at its tip, the blood flowing freely. She ripped the dagger out and pushed him onto the pile of rocks. He never screamed.
"You know Sayid; I wasn't going to kill you until last. Don't ask me why, that's just the way it was going to be. But you had to come for your so-called friend. What the Hell were you thinking huh! Did you have some sort of special bond with him! What was it!"
Sayid slowly turned his eyes towards her, his life force almost drained. "H-he was m-my f-friend." He choked out the words, spitting up blood at the end.
"I see." She moved over to the pile of rocks and picked one up. "It didn't have to be this way, Sayid. You could have lived at least another week." With that, she hurled the rock into his face, smashing it into oblivion.
"Well, that's that." She said, wiping her hands off.
"Four down, forty-two to go." She walked over to a big rock and sat on it. All this killing has worn me out. She reaches into her pack and pulls of a notepad and writes:
Dear diary,
What a day.