Chapter Seven: Beyond the Cell

Violet sat on her bed a few days later, leafing through the pages of the journal Juliet had brought in for her the day before. Violet still couldn't puzzle out how they had possibly figured out that she was keeping a journal on the beach. It was all Violet could do not to throw it at the wall. She was tired of Juliet's questions. Especially the new ones about Walt. Why was she asking about Walt, and why was she still so interested in Kate, Jack and Sawyer? Violet hated Juliet for bringing up Kate's name so much, especially because she knew how much it hurt her to talk about Kate. But Violet forced herself to stay strong and be brave. Once, and only once had Violet broken down and shed a single tear, but she was fairly certain Juliet hadn't seen it.

Violet had drawn a few pictures in her journal since it was given to her, mostly of the beach she had been taken from, or of Walt drifting away on the raft. She still couldn't shake that feeling that Walt was here, despite contradictory evidence. She had seen him sail away with his father, Jin and Sawyer. Juliet had told Violet more than once she could trust her, but she had told her Walt wasn't here. Then why do I have this feeling? Violet wondered. Yet she couldn't fight the fact that Juliet had kept all her promises. She had promised Violet she could see Kate, and she had, even though it was only a video.

Violet sighed, and shook her head angrily. Walt, where are you? She leaned back against the headboard, and felt tears welling up. She hated admitting to herself that this Walt feeling in the corner of her mind was the only thing these past few days that kept her sanity somewhat whole. The loneliness was eating her up inside, as well as the constant fear of what the Others wanted with her, and why. Would they ever let her go? Would she ever really see Kate or Jack again? So many questions ran through her head, everyday. What were Kate and Jack doing? Were they really safe? Why did Juliet want to know so much about them? Who was Ben? Who else worked here? She only ever saw Juliet, but she mentioned Ben's name a few times. Where was Violet being held? Were they close to her camp? Would she be able to reach it if she escaped? Would the Others come after her if she escaped? They knew where the beach was; they took her once before. And where the hell was Walt?

Frustrated, she drew a giant question mark on the blank page of the journal, and threw it on the floor, crossing her arms. She wondered if they were watching her right now. The camera still scanned the room, they must have seen her. She wondered if they were waiting for her to break down and freak out. She already felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown. It took all the strength she could muster not to yell and scream and demand to be freed. She wouldn't do that; who knew what they would do if she did?

She didn't even jump when she heard the heavy white door sliding open. Juliet was coming more and more each day; Violet was becoming used to the unwanted visits. She only stared ahead, as she realized her journal was still on the floor. She didn't care.

She heard footsteps walking across the floor, past Violet's bed, where the footsteps seemed to pause. Violet stopped breathing, she knew Juliet was watching her.

"Your journal's on the floor." Juliet pointed out quietly, as she placed a tray on Violet's table. Violet shrugged.

"I know." She said silently. Violet felt her bed shift, and looked up to see Juliet sitting on the edge of her bed, looking at her seriously. Violet looked away. Why can't she ever just leave me alone?

"I don't feel like answering your questions today." Violet said quietly as she lowered her head. I don't feel like answering your questions at all. A painful silence followed, as Violet wondered if Juliet was ever going to leave.

"I saw you throw it on the ground," Juliet said, ignoring Violet's comment, "Is there something you need to talk about?" Violet almost yelled out. Now Juliet wanted her to talk about her feelings?

"No." Violet forced herself to say, repressing every other horrible thing she wanted to say. I want to talk to Kate. I want to go home!

"Are you sure Violet, because people don't normally throw things unless-"

"I have told you everything I know!" Violet said, looking up finally, feeling tears forming in her eyes. "I want to go back!" Violet forced herself not to look away from Juliet's deep blue eyes that considered her intently. That would show weakness. Kate wouldn't show any weakness. She's too strong for that. I have to be strong.

"Violet, I told you before. They can't give you what we can give you." Juliet said in her calming voice. She almost looked sympathetic for a moment. "Nutrionally, there isn't enough food for you, or water. It's just not safe for you there." Violet looked up with wide eyes.

"You're telling me about safety? No, don't! I was completely safe until you came and shot me in the neck with a tranquilizer and brought me here, away from everything that's important to me! I know it was you!" She breathed out. "Just because you give me food doesn't mean you're keeping me safe. Kate was..." Juliet raised an eyebrow.

"Kate was taking care of you?" She asked, and smiled in a consoling way. "Is that what you were going to say Violet? So if Kate was taking care of you, why were you almost killed by a polar bear?"

"That wasn't her fault! I went off in the jungle on my own!" How much did these people really know about her time on this island? How closely had they been watching all this time? "She's the one who came after me. She saved me from that polar bear." Juliet nodded, obviously not buying any of it.

"Alright Violet. I can see you're upset. I'm going to leave you alone for a while. You can eat your lunch, and maybe you'll be calm enough later to tell me what's really wrong." Violet looked at her in surprise as Juliet rose from the bed and walked over to the table. What was really wrong? She just told her what was really wrong.

Violet watched as Juliet turned her back to her, taking the napkin off of Violet's tray. Violet turned and saw that Juliet had made her first mistake. The door was open, just a crack. Violet felt her stomach leap into her throat. This was her chance. But what would they do if they caught her?

She didn't care. There was no time to care. Without even looking back at Juliet, she jumped off her bed and darted toward the door, throwing it open. She vaguely heard Juliet yelling out her name, but Violet ran faster than she ever ran before, down a long corridor with flickering lights. She became very aware of her breathing. She was panicking. This was a mistake. She kept thinking to herself, but there was no turning back now.

She turned a corner and saw an old wardrobe against the wall. She could still hear Juliet calling out her name. Without thinking, Violet forced herself behind it, and held her hand over her mouth to silence her breathing. Was this really such a smart idea, she wondered to herself, as she heard Juliet's footsteps running into the corridor. Violet could hear Juliet; she was standing right in front of the wardrobe. She's going to find me, she's going to find me, she's going to -

"Violet, you don't want to do this!" Juliet called out, still managing to sound calm. Violet squeezed her eyes shut. What were they going to do if they found her? They can't find me. She tried convincing herself, but the more she heard Juliet's footsteps only feet away from her, she wondered if that were really true.

She suddenly heard a click and a beep.

"Deville escaped from her cell. She can't be far. Keep an eye on all the exits. I'll continue my search down here." Juliet spoke into her walkie talkie, and Violet almost breathed out in relief when she heard those footsteps walking away, growing fainter and fainter until Violet could no longer hear Juliet. Violet took her hand away from her mouth and breathed out quietly. She carefully stepped out from behind the wardrobe, peering up and down the corridor, seeing nothing but green flickering lights. She ran back toward the way she came, knowing Juliet had gone the other way. She passed her cell, where the door was still open, and she ran past quickly. On her right, she caught sight of a room with about twenty or so televisions. She peered in for only a moment, and saw that one of the screens was videotaping her room. She shook her head angrily, and continued on her way, checking around every corner carefully before rounding it. It was so quiet down here, except for the sound of those flickering lights, and the sound of Violet's breathing. Any moment now, Juliet was going to turn the corner and grab her. No, I can't think like that. I have to think positively.

Juliet had said "down here." I must be in a basement, or underground. How far from the beach am I? How do I even get out of here! She wondered to herself. The more she ran, the more she began to panic. How did they get down here? There had to be a way out, but she hadn't found any steps, or elevators at all. Just endless corridors with unmarked doors she didn't dare try to enter.

She wanted to cry. She felt as though she were running around in circles. Every corridor looked the same. Eventually, Juliet was going to find her, or worse, another one of the Others. Maybe that horrible man who chased after her that night on the beach. Violet shuddered at the thought.

She turned a corner, about ready to give up. She considered going back to her cell and waiting for Juliet to come back. Maybe the consequences wouldn't be that bad, if she just went back. Suddenly, up ahead, she saw something she hadn't seen yet. Maybe I'm not just running in circles. She thought to herself, as she caught her breath. Further up ahead, instead of the concrete wall she was used to seeing as a dead end, she saw a wall of glass, similar to the glass that separated her from that other room. Violet walked ahead slowly, feeling no danger in approaching the wall of glass. Who, or what was behind it, she didn't know, but she wasn't afraid. I should be, though. They could be behind that glass.

When she stopped in front of the glass, her heart leapt into her throat as she gasped, and she could feel her knees almost buckling. She had to steady herself as she stared at the back of a small figure, sitting on a similar white bed beyond the wall of glass. She couldn't see his face, but she didn't have to. She knew she had found Walt.

"Walt!" She called, as she pounded on the glass. The boy turned and as soon as Violet saw Walt's eyes staring at her in surprise, she began to cry.

"Violet?" Walt yelled out as he jumped from the bed and ran toward the glass, pressing his hand up against the glass where Violet's hand was still resting. "I knew it, I knew you were here."

"Walt, are you okay?" Violet asked, struggling to keep herself from crying any more than she already was. She had found Walt. Her feeling had been right all along.

"I'm okay, are you?" Walt asked. Violet shook as she spoke.

"I'm not hurt, if that's what you mean." She replied. "How long have you been here?"

"The night I left. They took me from the raft." Walt said. "They took you the same night, didn't they?" Violet swallowed hard.

"Yes." She replied. "Did you know they were coming for me?" Walt shook his head.

"Not until after it happened. I...I knew you weren't safe, but I didn't know what was going to happen." He sighed. "Sorry Violet."

"I'm the one who should be sorry. I should have listened to you." Violet stared at Walt for a moment, not saying anything. She felt no fear, even knowing they would be looking for her.

"What are they doing to you?" Walt asked, looking around his room every few seconds. Violet knew in the back of her mind they would be coming soon. If they had Walt's room bugged like they had hers bugged, they would know she was here. She didn't care; she had to talk to him.

"They're making me answer questions, about Kate and Jack, and Sawyer, and...you. I don't know why they want to know so much." She replied. "What are they doing to you?"

"They make me do tests." Walt said.

"Tests? What kinds of tests?"

"Violet, they're coming. You should run."

"I can't leave you here, Walt!"

"You have to, they're coming! If you don't run now, they'll come and get you."

"Walt-"

"You said you should have listened to me before, so listen to me now!"

"Walt, I knew you were here, I'm not leaving now!"

"Behind you, Violet." Violet swung around and saw Juliet at the end of the hallway, walking toward Violet calmly, talking into her walkie talkie, as Violet continued talking to Walt.

"Walt, what are they making you do?"

"Violet, run!"

"I found Deville. I'm bringing her to her room now."

"What do they want with us Walt?"

"Violet!"

"Have Thom bring down something to calm her down. I think she's going to try and put up a fight."

Before Violet even realized what was going on, she saw a man enter Walt's room, running over to the glass where Walt was still trying to convince Violet to run away.

"Walt! Watch out!" Violet pleaded as the man grabbed Walt's arms and started yanking him away from the window. "Walt!" Walt kicked and yelled at the man who was taking him away.

"Violet, go!" Walt managed to say as the man dragged him away from the window.

"Walt, I'm not leaving here without you!" Violet screamed, "Let him go!" She shouted at the man who was taking Walt away. That was when she heard Juliet's footsteps from behind her. She felt her heart skip a beat when she felt Juliet's arms around her middle, pulling her away from the glass.

"No, stop it!" Violet screamed, as she tried to pull away, but Juliet was a lot stronger than she thought. Violet tried to struggle, but Juliet grabbed hold of her arms to keep her still, as she dragged her down the halls, back toward her room. She couldn't hear Walt anymore.

"Let go!" Violet yelled.

"Violet, just calm down!" Juliet said as she pulled her toward her room.

"No, please." Violet's tears were unstoppable as she weakly struggled against Juliet's tight grip, but it was useless. Juliet was too strong. Still, Violet wouldn't give up. Not when she knew Walt was here; not when she had been so close to escaping.

She struggled with all her might, as Juliet pulled her into her cell. Violet didn't even realize a man standing in the room, who approached Violet quickly. When Violet had a chance to look up, she recognized him immediately as the man who chased her down the beach. She began to scream as he grabbed hold of her, and passed something to Juliet as he dragged her toward the bed.

"Let me go! I want to go back home!" Violet screamed as the man hoisted her up on the bed and held her as Violet tried to struggle her way off the bed. Out of the corner of Violet's tear-filled eye, she saw Juliet sitting down next to Violet on the bed, holding a needle up, and tapping it.

"No, please, Juliet!" Violet was pleading now, as she tried to struggle against the man's hold on her, but that proved to be even more useless than with Juliet.

"Violet, it has to be done, I'm sorry." Juliet took hold of Violet's arm gently, and pressed the needle into her arm. Violet began to feel the effects of whatever they had given her immediately. Her whole body felt weak, and she fell limp against the man who was still holding her. Juliet passed the man the empty syringe and nodded at him.

"You can go, Thom. I think she's okay now." She said quietly, as her eyes never left Violet. Thom hesitated, before he finally let her go. Juliet caught hold of her as she swayed where she was still half sitting.

"You could be a little more gentle." Violet could hear Juliet saying, as she held Violet gently. "We just drugged her, Thom." Juliet actually sounded angry, as she gently eased Violet down against the pillow. Violet felt like she couldn't even lift her head if she tried. It was similar to the feeling she had when she had first woken up in this room. She saw Thom out of the corner of her eye, as he turned and reached the door.

"Ben won't be happy about this, Juliet." He said in a gruff voice. Juliet looked up.

"I'll deal with Ben later." She replied as Violet saw the man leave the room, closing the door behind him. Juliet sighed and turned to look down at Violet, who stared up at her as defiantly as she could manage. Juliet placed a hand on Violet's forehead, and grasped her wrist, checking her pulse. She placed Violet's hand down gently and looked at her.

"Violet, I don't want you to try that again." Juliet said.

"You...lied to me." Violet said sleepily. "You told me...Walt wasn't here. I thought...thought you said I could trust you." Violet couldn't believe she just said that. She would never trust Juliet, even if she did keep her promises. She was one of the Others. She had just drugged her! Juliet only looked down at her sympathetically, and smiled a little.

"You can, Violet. We can talk about this later. Right now, I think you need some time to sleep." And Juliet waited, sitting on the edge of Violet's bed, until Violet could no longer fight the drugs, and she drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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