Chapter Four
"She's dead," Kate replied softly, "And she's dead."
Both Locke and Ewan just stared. They couldn't believe it. They were staring at two women they had seen strolling around the island, refilling water bottles, taking a nap on the beach... now they were dead. Ewan felt tears shaking below his eyes and he glanced over at Locke. He stood perfectly still, his back perfectly straight. Ewan watched him and tried to be as composed as he was. After a moment of silence, Ewan asked, "How?" The words didn't come out right-- his voice cracked and was higher and softer than he had planned. He tried not to smile as he looked down at the ground, flatly embarrassed.
Kate sighed. She looked just as upset as Ewan. "Henry. The prisoner, Henry," she said, meeting Ewan's watery eyes, "He escaped and he shot them all. Michael survived but... Ana... and Libby"
"Can I see Michael?" Ewan asked after another bit of silence.
He quietly followed Kate until they reached room with bunk beds. He sat on the bottom bunk next to Michael who was exhaustedly laying horizontally with legs dangling off the side of the bed. He sat up when he saw Ewan. "Hey," Michael said.
Ewan gave him a wan smile. "Can you explain what happened"
Michael paused for a moment-- he seemed to be thinking of how to put it. "We let Henry out," he began.
"Why?" Ewan asked.
"Uh... well, because he was hungry. I mean, I didn't let him out. Ana Lucia did. I guess it was because he was hungry because there was a bowl of cereal out."
"Where's it now?"
"I put it away."
There was more silence. When Michael didn't say anymore, Ewan supposed he didn't want to talk about it. "It's okay. You can tell me what happened," he tried. He gestured around the room to prove that no one else was there.
Michael fell silent. "His people. They took my son and then he tried to kill me." When he spoke his voice was barely a whisper. It was as if someone else was speaking for him.
"What do you mean, they?" Ewan asked.
"The others," Michael replied. "The ones that you hear whispering in the woods. They're the ones who took my son."
Ewan felt his stomach tighten. "The others... they live in the jungle?"
"Yes," Michael answered angrily. His mind was obviously somewhere else.
"Did you ever... see them?"
This brought Michael's attention back to the room. "Well, yeah," he answered, "They live off of fish and they hunt with spears... they're worse off than we are!"
"So they live near the ocean."
"Uh... well, sort of."
"So they would know their way to the ocean." Michael nodded. "And were they all wearing dirty clothes and hadn't shaved in while?"
"Yeah. Have you seen them?" Michael asked. His shining eyes were hopeful, but his mouth was worried.
"I--no."
Remember that test I was talking about? We got it back today and --woot, woot!-- ninty six percent! And I must say, I'm not usually THAT good in social studies.
But any ways, enough about me. There's something weird about this chapter. There was no punctuation when I uploaded it (oh, the mysteries of LOST)! So if it looks I little strange, I'm sorry. I tried to fix it as best I could.
Also, I'm almost caught up with this story to the real episodes! Yay! I can't wait fornext week's finale, brotha.
Oh, yes and DISCLAIMERISH THINGY: If Ewan McGregor is ACTUALLY reading this he should know that I know this is not how he really acts. I had to make his character a little more interesting by adding the snobbyness and the emotional breakdown that's coming up next chapter or so. So thanks Ewan if yer reading this. If yer not... shame.
PS: If you haven't read the new ending to chapter three, please go back and read it. I'm so sorry... you must be terribly confused. I'm so very sorry...