Chapter 4

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"The truth is; we hide so we can be found, we walk to see who will follow, we cry to see who will wipe away our tears, and we let our hearts get broke to see who will come and fix it."

Kate lied there, staring up into the darkness. What had just happened? What was going on? Okay. So there was a needle. Was that a hallucination? Was Jack really dead? Why did they do that to her? Her head spun with questions and tears blurred her eyes. What would she do if Jack was really dead? He couldn't be dead. He just couldn't be.

Using all the strength she could find -which wasn't much-, Kate pushed herself up slightly. Her head was spinning and she felt sick, so staying upright didn't last long. She was quickly lying down again, squeezing her eyes shut. "Jack…" she whimpered, shaking her head. "Hey! Let me out of here!" she pleaded, hoping there was someone outside the room. "Let me out! This isn't funny!" She wiped her tears away on her arm, getting frustrated with herself for crying. "Let me out…" she begged. "Please…"

There was so sign of anyone. There was no noises, no lights, just Kate and a dark room. Rolling over, she pulled herself into a little ball, burying her face in her hands. This was unfair. She had no idea what was going on. They had no right to do this to her. No right at all. Her face scrunched up, but she still fought tears. She hated crying, and there was no way she was doing it here. Not around these people. They'd probably take advantage of her weakness.

For what seemed like hours, she just lied there in the darkness, staring. She drew random designs on the ground with her fingers, but that didn't seem to cure her boredom. She wanted to be moved back to the other room with her friends. It was horrible being stuck in this dark room all alone. Not only was it lonely, it was also scary. Resting her head on one of her arms, she closed her eyes with a sigh. Maybe she should think about what she saw.

Running her hand through her hair, she lied there, trying to figure out what was going on and if this was all a dream too. Was this a dream and everything else real? What was really going on? They were answers that she really needed to find.

A slight noise on the other side of the room startled her a bit, and she forced herself up, leaning back against the wall. Silence overtook her and she sat there listening as hard as she could to see if she could hear the noise again. It was a quiet breathing noise and an occasionally sound of something soft brushing against the floor. Squeezing her eyes shut, she crossed her arms, praying that whatever else was in there with her was oblivious to the fact that she was in there too.

Several minutes passed and the noise stopped. It stayed quiet for at least ten minutes and Kate finally opened her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't even seem to find her voice. "He-hello?" she finally asked, her voice quivering. "Who else is in here?"

There was another small noise and then silence again.

Trembling in fear, Kate backed herself into the nearest corner, pulling her knees up to her chest. She stared at where she thought the noise was coming from, her entire body so tense that it hurt. If this was some sort of a practical joke, it sure was not funny. "Show yourself." she whispered, looking around. She would rather see what was in there and have it be horrifying then not know and still be horrified.

A small light flickered on, spreading dimly across the room. She looked around, but the room was empty. She couldn't even find where the light was coming from. She hated this. This room. This place. These people. Not even a day of being here…and having no information at all…they were already torturing them. At least with the Others they knew slightly what they were up against. But not here. Hearing another noise right beside her, she quickly turned her head. She came face to face with the creepiest man she'd ever seen in her entire life. With a scream, she jumped up and pressed herself back against the wall. "Who are you?" she asked, staring at him. He was tall, probably about a foot taller than she was. An eye patch covered his right eyes and he was bald. A smirk played across his lips and he looked like he belonged an asylum.

"Hello there, Katie." He said, taking a step towards her.

"Get away from me." Kate said quickly, putting her hand out in front of her. Oh what she would do for her gun right now. "Get away." She glanced at the door. "JACK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping to be heard. She knew he probably couldn't hear her, but she hoped that he could and would do something to get her out of this place. Why Jack's name and not Sawyer's? She wasn't sure. Jack was always the hero…always saving people. It just seemed like instinct to call his name though. "JA…" she was cut off by the guy's hand going over her mouth.

"He's not going to save you, Katie." He told her, shaking his head as he pressed her against the wall. "You're wasting your voice just trying." He smirked slightly, pulling a knife out of his pocket.

"Don't call me that." Kate mumbled through his hand, not wanting to be called Katie. He eyes widened even more at the knife. "What are you doing with that?!"

"I'm sorry…I can't here you." The man said, pressing his hand harder against her mouth. He put the knife against her neck, looking at her. "Now you listen here, Katie. A lot is going to go on in the next week or so…And you're going to do everything we tell you to. You know why?" He stared at her as if expecting an actual answer.

Kate made a small noise in response, signaling that she didn't. She had a feeling that was about to tell her though, whether she wanted to hear why or not.

The man smirked even more. "Because if you don't, you're friends are going to die." he replied. "And you'll watch as we kill them…So you're going to do everything that we tell you too. If you're lucky, you'll make it out of this place alive…Though who knows about your friends. So no lying, no running. This place will change you, whether you like it or not. Some how, we will make you listen to us. Do you understand?" He took his hand off of her mouth, once again expecting an answer.

Kate stared at him for a moment, before a small 'yes' left her lips. No lying? No running? Jack and Sawyer would be killed? This place was going to /change/ her? "May…may I just go back to my friends now?" she asked quietly, almost afraid to even talk.

"Give me the plane in your pocket, Kate." The man said, not answering his question. He held his hand out and raised her eyebrows.

Kate blinked a few times, her eyes growing dark. "No." she whispered, putting her hand on her pocket. "You can't have that."

The man tilted his head to the side. "You /want/ your friends to die, Katie?" he asked her. "Give me the plane."

The plane or her friends dying? Which to choose. "Get away from me." she replied quietly, her voice shaking even more.

The man straightened up a bit, narrowing his eyes at her. He sent his hand across her cheek. "Give. Me. The. Plane."

Kate brought her other hand up to her cheek and closed her eyes for a moment. She too stood up straighter then opened her eyes to look him straight in the eyes. "No." she said firmly. Her hands balled into fists and she got ready to fight him if she needed to.

"You've used your warning, Kate." The man said. "The next time, the Southerner dies." He let the knife drop and grabbed her arms, holding them tightly. "This time it's just punishment for you." He tightened his grip as she began squirming then easily tossed her at the door. She was quite small, so she didn't weigh all that much.

Kate closed her eyes and her body came in contact with the door, hitting it so hard the whole thing broke and fell over, her landing on top of it. How did he have that much strength? Struggling to get up and fight him back, she fell back over again when his foot hit her side. Maybe staying still would be better. She lied there with her eyes tightly shut, waiting for him to just leave her alone and take her back to the room. Sure enough, he soon yanked her up onto her feet and gave her a shove towards the room. After stumbling a bit, Kate finally regained her balance. Ignoring the excruciating pain that was shooting through her entire body, she headed back to the room, now believing him. They'd change her. They didn't seem very afraid of violence. She might change, but they'd never get her plane though.