CHAPTER 3 - He Wasn't On the Manifest
"Sayid!" Jack shouted running across the beach.
At that moment, Sayid was emerging from the forest carrying a giant log. Jack didn't really care what Sayid was doing with a log. The truth was everyone on the island carried logs for their own use. Whether it was building a raft, or church, or just plain firewood. All of that wasn't important, because Jack was on a mission. A mission to find answers about this strange new visitor.
He wanted to know who this guy was. He wasn't interested in where he came from, that was something he was fairly certain of. Jack's mind was set on Dirk being an other. In the past, they have caught several sketchy characters such as Benjamin Linus and Ethan for example. Ben came to gather information on John Locke, while Ethan came to kidnap Claire for her unborn child. The Others were not friendly, however many times they said they were. Now there was another sketchy guest that appeared out of nowhere. Jack wanted to know what he wanted, and he wanted to know now.
Yes, Jack, what is it?" Sayid said in a very calming Iraqi voice, still carrying the log across the beach.
I think I captured on of them." Jack replied. Sayid stopped in his tracks and turned to Jack in a more serious manner."
"Are you sure?"
"He wasn't on the manifest, and he knows quite a bit about me. Sound familiar?"
In an instant, Sayid dropped the log and walked with Jack back to his tent. Inside the tent, Dirk's hands and legs were tied to the back of a chair, his mouth gagged. Sweat was trailing down his forehead.
"He doesn't look like one." Sayid pointed out.
"When do they ever?"
Sayid walked towards Dirk, removed his mouth gag, and asked him calmly, "Who are you?"
"I'm not who you think I am. I am not one of them, I swear." Dirk spoke quickly. He was still unsure what was even happening to him, or how he jumped into an episode of LOST. He just knew Sayid meant business, and things could get ugly if he didn't tell the truth when asked.
"You were not on the manifest." Sayid continued.
"Yeah, I know. I wasn't even on this Island until this afternoon. This is all just a weird dream."
"Believe me, I wish this were a dream. This knife however," Sayid explain, pulling out a 10" hunting knife, "is not a dream, I can assure you. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is..."
Before he could finish his introduction, Dirk continued from there, "Sayid Jarrah, and you are a torturer, I know."
Sayid took the knife and stuck it into the sand beneath him. Still calmly, Sayid said, "Let me ask you something, what did you say your name was?"
"Dirk..."
"Dirk, how could you possibly know this information?"
"Because I've seen your flashbacks!" Dirk tried to explain, but the more he spoke, he started to realize how crazy he was beginning to sound.
"My what?"
"Your flashbacks. Your memories. You have basically shown them to the entire world. Same with everyone else on this island." Do I think before I speak? Dirk thought to himself.
"So you are saying you know the things you know because you are a mind reader?"
"Yes. No...well in a way. Look, I'm just as lost as you guys, trying to find a way home."
"Why should I believe you?"
"You have no reason. But I know you Sayid, you've never been wrong on the show, never! So you KNOW I am telling the truth!"
Sayid sat in contemplation. Finally he stood up and left the tent. Outside, Jack was waiting for answers. Sayid walked up to Jack.
"I believe he is telling the truth."
Jack was furious, "How can you possibly think that? He knows as much as they do, and he isn't even trying to hide it!"
Sayid smiled and said, "Precisely."
"I don't believe this! Let me talk to him." Jack began walking towards the tent when Sayid stopped him.
"I cannot let you do that, Jack."
"Are you threatening me, Sayid?"
"I said he is telling the truth."
"How, Sayid!? How is he telling the truth!?" Jack's face was turning red in anger.
"I cannot explain it, I just know."
"Oh you just know, huh?"
"Back off, Jack."
Jack raised his hands in defeat and walked away. Though as soon as he walked behind another tent, he took a look back at his own tent, and saw Sayid walking away. Jack then hurried to his tent, and took out his gun from the back of his pants, then he entered his tent...
CHAPTER 3 - He Wasn't On the Manifest
"Sayid!" Jack shouted running across the beach.
At that moment, Sayid was emerging from the forest carrying a giant log. Jack didn't really care what Sayid was doing with a log. The truth was everyone on the island carried logs for their own use. Whether it was building a raft, or church, or just plain firewood. All of that wasn't important, because Jack was on a mission. A mission to find answers about this strange new visitor.
He wanted to know who this guy was. He wasn't interested in where he came from, that was something he was fairly certain of. Jack's mind was set on Dirk being an other. In the past, they have caught several sketchy characters such as Benjamin Linus and Ethan for example. Ben came to gather information on John Locke, while Ethan came to kidnap Claire for her unborn child. The Others were not friendly, however many times they said they were. Now there was another sketchy guest that appeared out of nowhere. Jack wanted to know what he wanted, and he wanted to know now.
Yes, Jack, what is it?" Sayid said in a very calming Iraqi voice, still carrying the log across the beach.
I think I captured on of them." Jack replied. Sayid stopped in his tracks and turned to Jack in a more serious manner."
"Are you sure?"
"He wasn't on the manifest, and he knows quite a bit about me. Sound familiar?"
In an instant, Sayid dropped the log and walked with Jack back to his tent. Inside the tent, Dirk's hands and legs were tied to the back of a chair, his mouth gagged. Sweat was trailing down his forehead.
"He doesn't look like one." Sayid pointed out.
"When do they ever?"
Sayid walked towards Dirk, removed his mouth gag, and asked him calmly, "Who are you?"
"I'm not who you think I am. I am not one of them, I swear." Dirk spoke quickly. He was still unsure what was even happening to him, or how he jumped into an episode of LOST. He just knew Sayid meant business, and things could get ugly if he didn't tell the truth when asked.
"You were not on the manifest." Sayid continued.
"Yeah, I know. I wasn't even on this Island until this afternoon. This is all just a weird dream."
"Believe me, I wish this were a dream. This knife however," Sayid explain, pulling out a 10" hunting knife, "is not a dream, I can assure you. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is..."
Before he could finish his introduction, Dirk continued from there, "Sayid Jarrah, and you are a torturer, I know."
Sayid took the knife and stuck it into the sand beneath him. Still calmly, Sayid said, "Let me ask you something, what did you say your name was?"
"Dirk..."
"Dirk, how could you possibly know this information?"
"Because I've seen your flashbacks!" Dirk tried to explain, but the more he spoke, he started to realize how crazy he was beginning to sound.
"My what?"
"Your flashbacks. Your memories. You have basically shown them to the entire world. Same with everyone else on this island." Do I think before I speak? Dirk thought to himself.
"So you are saying you know the things you know because you are a mind reader?"
"Yes. No...well in a way. Look, I'm just as lost as you guys, trying to find a way home."
"Why should I believe you?"
"You have no reason. But I know you Sayid, you've never been wrong on the show, never! So you KNOW I am telling the truth!"
Sayid sat in contemplation. Finally he stood up and left the tent. Outside, Jack was waiting for answers. Sayid walked up to Jack.
"I believe he is telling the truth."
Jack was furious, "How can you possibly think that? He knows as much as they do, and he isn't even trying to hide it!"
Sayid smiled and said, "Precisely."
"I don't believe this! Let me talk to him." Jack began walking towards the tent when Sayid stopped him.
"I cannot let you do that, Jack."
"Are you threatening me, Sayid?"
"I said he is telling the truth."
"How, Sayid!? How is he telling the truth!?" Jack's face was turning red in anger.
"I cannot explain it, I just know."
"Oh you just know, huh?"
"Back off, Jack."
Jack raised his hands in defeat and walked away. Though as soon as he walked behind another tent, he took a look back at his own tent, and saw Sayid walking away. Jack then hurried to his tent, and took out his gun from the back of his pants, then he entered his tent...