Hey guys, this is a pretty long and funny chapter, one of Lizzie's favorites anyways (She just likes to hurt people so that's probably why she likes it). We've made some great progress on the final chapter. There's gonna be a little suprise in it that all fans of this story will love. And we've been brainstoming on ideas for the next story, dealing with season 2, so there may be a sequel!

Abby and Lizzie's Mighty Magical Mystical Marvelous Alliteration of a Lost Epic Quest

Chapter 11

Manifest Destiny

"The damn boar took my tarp and ran off into the jungle with it. When I tired to get it back, the damn thing rammed me in the ass and got away with it," Sawyer stated as he began reconstructing his shelter.

"Perhaps the boar simply wanted to go camping," Sayid stated as he watched Sawyer fumble around in the sand for a place to tie off his tent.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Sawyer questioned angrily.

"Of course we are," Abby snorted from where she and Lizzie had been standing silently beside Sayid.

"Your ass got rammed by a little piggy," Lizzie giggled, "A little hairy piggy rammed your Sawyer ass."

"Would y'all take talk of my ass somewhere else," Sawyer shouted as he threw down the tarp that just wasn't tying.

"Yeah fine," Lizzie gave a puzzled look.

"Pfft, you're just a big baby that got rammed by a little pig," Abby added as she and Lizzie began walking down the beach, "I praise the Lord everyday that we've never seen his ass."

"I think it's the only thing that's still keep us alive, the solace of knowing we haven't seen his ass," Lizzie added as she began to kick up the sand in clouds, "Do you think we should tell him that it was really us who took his tarp?"

Abby shook her head, "No, that would ruin the whole magical experience of it for him, we should leave it silent."

"And watch him suffer?"

"Of course."

"Did you get all the guns back?" Kate questioned as Jack closed up the silver case and slid it nonchalantly into a crevice between rocks.

"Actually, I only got two back," Jack stated.

"You and I were the only ones to actually give back our guns?" Kate questioned skeptically.

"I sort of, dropped my gun in the jungle when I was trying to control Abby," he informed as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"So out of seven guns you got two back," Kate deadpanned.

"Yeah," he added as they began to walk away from the rocks, "And I'll give you three guesses on who's got them."

"Put your hands on the ground dirtbag!" Lizzie screamed as she pointed a gun at Hurley who sat in awe.

"Dude," he exclaimed, "that's not even funny."

"Unresponsive eh?" Lizzie questioned, in one hand she held the gun sideways, in her other hand she pulled out a walkie-talkie from the back of her pants, "This is Officer Stone requesting backup, I got a 416 taking progress and a failure to be arrested. I repeat backup is requested."

"Khrrrr, this is Officer Black, I hear your 416, and raise you a 823. Backup is on the way, just keep your position," the walkie-talkie then filled with static.

Down the beach, Abby could be seen running at a high speed to catch up with her friend, as her feet flew, she wasn't watching where she was going. Her foot hit a large pile of sand and she fell face first into the ground, "Officer down!"

"Officer down!" Lizzie called as she placed the gun and the walkie-talkie back into her pants, "We have an Officer down!"

Abby lay in the sand on her stomach reaching her arm forward for assistance, "Officer down, request for backup!"

Lizzie ran over to her friend and helped her to her feet, "Are you okay Cadet? That was a harrowing event, do you want to take a few minutes to recover."

"The perp!" Abby yelled as she pointed to Hurley who began to slowly walk down the beach in the opposite direction.

"Let's get 'em!" Lizzie yelled and with a battle cry the girls ran after Hurley.

The girls surrounded him, both aiming their guns, "Get on the ground," Lizzie demanded.

"You guys this isn't funny anymore," Hurley informed, "At first it was cute, but now it's getting kinda scary."

"Aww, you thought it was cute?" Abby questioned lowering her gun.

"Cadet, don't fall for it, it's Stockholm Syndrome reversed, raise your gun," Lizzie shouted, "Get on your knees."

"Sorry," Abby apologized and aimed her gun once again.

"Guys…" Hurley muttered.

"Get him!" Lizzie shouted, and with that both girls jumped on him, pulling him to the ground.

Abby sat on Hurley with her knees in his back holding his hands together, "Book 'em, Dano."

Lizzie pulled out the handcuffs, "It was so nice of Sayid to fix these up for us."

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have no right to a phone call, or any bathroom breaks, and on odd number Thursdays you will be stripped of any pantaloons and abandoned in the jungle."

"What?" Hurley asked, lifting his head out of the dirt.

"I'm reading you your rights to I don't violate the Miranda Rights," Abby informed still pressing Hurley's wrists together. She smiled brightly, then whispered, "Miranda."

"I'll make a deal with you slimeball," Lizzie grunted as she bent one knee so she was even with Hurley, "We'll forget your violations this time if you give us the manifest."

"A boar wouldn't attack you for no reason," Kate stated as she reclined against Sawyer's shelter.

"Thank you, boar expert," Sawyer grumbled.

"Did someone call for the boar experts?" Lizzie called as she and Abby approached Sawyer's broken shelter.

"Not you two again," he moaned as he shook his head.

"Wow, your shelter looks like crap. All those interior decorating tips you picked up in jail did not do you justice," Abby stated as one of the walls fell over.

"You two are omens," he pointed at the girls with a scowl.

Lizzie and Abby glanced to each other, then back to Sawyer, "I think you forgot the W at the beginning of that word," Abby suggested.

"Yeah, it's womens," Lizzie enlightened, "Actually just women, but you're kinda stupid so we'll forgive you."

"I ain't got time for this," he stood up, "I'm going to go put an end to that menace."

"Sawyer!" Lizzie shouted, "Kate is standing right here. And there's no need to kill her, I'm sure we can all talk things out."

"We can have a Dr. Phil hour!" Abby jumped up and down.

"He's talking about the boar," Kate sighed obviously irritated.

"Shannon?" Lizzie questioned.

"No, the damn boar that rammed me."

"Oh," Abby giggled. "Hey can we come?"

"Girl, there ain't no way you're coming with me," he chuckled as he rummaged through his things, "Where in the hell is my damn gun?"

"You mean this one?" Lizzie asked as she pulled out the nine millimeter, "We took it when the boar was harassing you."

Sawyer sighed, "Alright, let's go."

"That's a footprint," Lizzie stated as leaned against a nearby tree.

"Yeah, you can even see the little Nike symbol in it, what's your handicap?" Abby questioned as she was bent nearly in half looking at the shoe mark.

"From the distance of the stride and the weight, I'd say you were following Boone for the last half an hour," Kate informed as she moved through some nearby trees.

"Boone?" Lizzie asked as she pushed herself off the tree and propelled through the woods shouting his name.

"You've followed tracks of humans, birds, a rockslide, yourself, basically anything but a boar," Kate smiled smugly.

"Has he followed a man eating his own head?" Abby queried, when both Sawyer and Kate look less than amused she added, "Sorry, I was just asking."

"I want carte blanche," Kate stated, "It means I get whatever I want from your stash without asking anytime I want."

"Go to hell, Lady," Lizzie exclaimed as she returned to the group huffing, "You shouldn't get free stuff if we don't."

"Fine, let's just go," Sawyer agreed, "All I wanted to do was kill the stupid boar."

"Claire?"

"Why don't we play a little game?" Sawyer questioned with a smirk.

"As long as it's not marco polo," Lizzie's nose scrunched.

"Or strip poker," Abby added.

"It's called I Never," Sawyer began, "it's simple you say I never and you finish the sentence. If it's something you did you drink, if it's something you've never done you don't drink."

"We're not old enough to drink," Abby crossed her arms.

"Yeah, how are we supposed to play?" Lizzie asked.

"I guess you don't get to play," Sawyer added with a sneer.

"Unfair!" Lizzie called.

"That's age discrimination and when we get rescued I'll sue," Abby threatened.

Suddenly beyond the bushes a twig snapped. The group looked at each other as footsteps could be heard.

"I'll go check it out," Kate volunteered as she got up.

"Hey I know a version of the game I Never we can play," a smile grew on Lizzie's face, "Instead of drinking we punch Sawyer."

"What?" Sawyer questioned as he placed an empty mini vodka bottle down on the ground.

"I've never punched Sawyer," Abby stated.

Lizzie leaned over and punched Sawyer brutally in his shoulder, "I have," she answered and nailed him again in the same spot.

"I've never seen Sawyer naked," Lizzie declared, at the end of her sentence punched Sawyer in the stomach, "I lied."

Abby kicked him in the shin, "Worst day of my life."

"I've never read animé comics," Abby announced, and Lizzie punched Sawyer in the side.

"I've never had my bellybutton pierced," Lizzie stated, and Abby punched Sawyer in the back.

"Would you to quit it!" Sawyer shouted.

"Settle down James," Lizzie reached into her purse and pulled out a package of marshmallows, "This isn't Jamestown and you aren't King of the Leopards."

"What?" Sawyer questioned, "How the hell do you know my name?"

"We have the manifest fool," Abby held up the sheets of paper with everyone's name and seat number, "We have the knowledge and knowledge is power."

"How the hell did you get that?" Sawyer questioned.

"Wrongful arrest," Lizzie shoved five marshmallows onto a nearby stick and placed it over the fire.

"Let's just call it manifest destiny," Abby added with a smile.

"Do you idiots even know what you're taking about," Sawyer questioned as she shook his head.

"We know what we're talking about, but you don't so who's the real idiot here?" Lizzie blew out the fire on her stick and began to eat her marshmallows.

Next Chapter: Lizzie, Abby, Charlie, Jack and Sayid head into the jungle to find Rousseau, and the girls end up doing something they never wanted to do.