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Riding On The Wings Of An Angel

Chapter 20: Protector

Wind washing in from the ocean,
The ability to be a soft summer's breeze,
But not today.
Instead, bristling with the power of a hurricane,
"You better be afraid…"

Madelynne:

Blink. That was all she seemed to be able to do. Blink. Blink.

She looked at the man lying on the ground. She looked at the rock that had just flung itself through the air towards the man that was lying on the ground.

She looked at the gun lying on the ground. Uncomfortably close to said above man's hand. She looked at the bullet that had just hit the tree directly beside her head.

She looked at…

"Kate?"

Blink. Blink.

It was a lot of info for one girl to take in, let me tell you. Almost dying tended to do that to a person.

She was vaguely aware that Kate was using the keys she had just taken off on the unconscious marshal to undo her handcuffs.

Blink. Blink.

"What are you doing here?" Riiiiiight… Of all questions to ask that was he best she could come up with.

"I thought you were dead?" And that one was sooooo much better. She gave up; blinking was just so much easier.

Blink. Blink.

She looked at the Marshal again and saw the fine pool of blood that was just beginning to seep from the wound on his head. "Is he dead?" The words came from her, but she didn't know why she had even asked. 'What do I care? He's made my life a living hell for the past two months, give or take. I HOPE he's dead. Good and dead. None of that come back to life crap.'

Still stunned by the sight of her captor's possible demise along with quit morbid thoughts, really, of her own dead body in his place, which could have truly been a possibility had that rock not saved her life. And in such a timely fashion, too!, that she was startled to find arms encircling her body. Familiar arms, protecting arms,

"Kate," It hadn't felt real until she felt her arms. The comforting gesture of her protector, the one and only who had fought tooth and nail to keep her safe. She had done everything in her power, everything, but she had been just a kid herself for most of it. She had done her best. And her best was good enough. 'But does she know that?'

Panicked, a thought pulled itself to the forefront of her mind. 'What if this is just a dream? 'You're only dreaming this. How could she actually save you? You're all alone on this stupid shit-on-a-stick island, aren't you? You know what they say… 'easy come, easy go…'.

"Is this real?" Terrified she asked herself. The one dream she had, had every single night since she had come to be on this island, 'Had it really come true?' Or was this some sort of cruel cosmic jock? 'Would so totally figure.'

Kate heard a teary laugh shaped sob escape her younger sister and she felt wet tears stain the thin fabric of her shirt, "Oh Maddie," She released her slightly, pulling back to look into her hazel eyes. "Yes," Her voice cracked. "Yes, it's real." Kate pulled her in for a hug even fiercer than before. "It's not a dream. They were both laughing and sobbing at the same time. It was quite sweet actually.

Maybe a bit too sweet…

It was a typical scene: a mother bear being reunited with her cub. Until the hunter shows up again, that is.

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Kate:

They were both so immersed in their overwhelming relief at having one another back, that they barely heard the almost inaudible click.

Of a gun. Incase you were wondering.

"Awww, well isn't this just the sweetest thing I ever saw." The marshal whose name no one really cared about, stood up unsteadily and carefully patted his head wound, grimacing badly, and aimed the gun at the two girls with the other. Honestly, he could have used a third hand to hold himself up since he was wobbling around like a drunk.

As long as he didn't pull the trigger like a drunk.

"Too bad it isn't going to last very much longer." The malice in his obviously very pissed off self was evident. "You girls are going to pay for this." A truly cartoonish twinkle set itself alight in the man's eye. Perhaps he was getting the 'illness' the other members of Rousseau's team had experienced. In that case there was really only one true course of action.

"I don't think so." Kate's voice was fierce as she placed herself between her young charge and the madman wielding a weapon.

The marshal, which will now be referred to as the man, since, let's face it. He's been on this island for how many months? What true law force can he possible be working for?

The man's lips turned into a positively hideous sneer and he took a threatening step forward. Which as it turned out wasn't that threatening, since he nearly ended up landing on his ass.

Kate whose eyes were darting around frantically, suddenly landed on an object in the distance. Diverting her gaze she calmed herself down. It was time to play with the big boys.

Stepping forward an inch, she taunted the man, "Look a little unsteady, What? Your head hurt or something?" She drawled out as if she had no cares in the world. 'What the hell am I doing? I am going to get myself killed! Jack better pull this off.'

A gasp came from behind and she could just picture the look of shocked horror on her sister's face. She could only hope that Madelynne didn't give away the plot that was playing out before her.

"You little Bitch!" His face turned beet red and if steam could have come puffing from his ears it probably would have.

Kate flipped her hair, "Oh, you poor thing," She mocked nastily, "Need an Aspirin?" She dug in her pockets, "Ooops guess I don't have any left."

For a second the man stared at Kate, "You have a death wish? Please keep it up; I would just love to have another reason to put a bullet in your skull." The man caressed his gun lovingly. 'What a sicko'.

"How touching, you're kids will be so proud-"

"-Don't you talk about my kids, MISSY-"He shouted drowning out all other sound.

"Oh, you do have kids. Good thing you're on this island. They might actually have a chance at being, say, normal…" Kate grinned she had done it. He looked like he was about to lay and egg, and he was totally distracted.

The man lunged at Kate, loosing his footing in the process and promptly landing on top of Kate. 'Ewwww, get it off, get it OFF, GET IT OFFFFF!'

Like a prayer being answered from the heavens, the man, who by the way, smelled revolting, was lifted off Kate by two pairs of strong manly hands. God life was good. It had even stopped raining, when that had started is anyone's guess. Now if only she could get the horrible smell out of her nostrils.

"Stop! Please…." The man begged as Jack and Sawyer took turns beating the man to an absolute pulp, and Sayid on the side trying, not very hard by the looks of it, to stop the two before they killed him.

Kate and Madelynne looked at each other, "Everything's going to be okay now isn't it?" The younger women asked.

Kate looked at the man lying on the ground in a bloody mess, they had stopped beating him up, and had taken his gun and anything else of value.

Looking back Kate answered with confidence. "Yep, I have a feeling everything is going to be fine." Kate's eyes landed on Jack, he turned to look at her as if he sensed that she was looking at him. "Everything is going to be just fine."

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The End.

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