It was raining, fog hung above the jungle so she couldn't see clearly. Her mind was racing. Her hair soaking wet, sticking to her face. The red t-shirt she wore haggled and blood streamed just like the rest of her clothes, just like anything else. She looked at her arms, scanning her wounds. She lay on the wet grass somewhere in the jungle. Where she was? She didn't know. Carefully she tried to get up, but her legs wouldn't move. So she remained still for a moment, closing her eyes as she felt her whole body aching.

The rain was pattering down on her, washing the blood away from her face. Her breathing was weak though it was steady, but she felt like chocking as suddenly a sob escaped her lips. And another and another. Why was she crying? She'd no idea. Her hand went to her stomach, lingering there for a while. She heard herself sobbing even harder. The Sobbing soon turned into coughing. She curled herself up into a ball, hugging her knees as good as she could, gasping from the pain it caused.

The pain, that throbbing pain was almost unbearable, though she had to get up. She knew she'd die out here if she'd just give up on trying. And so she did. She didn't care if she died or not, but something inside of her told her it wasn't the right time to die yet. Carefully she stretched her arm out to reach for the bamboo to lift herself up a little bit. "Aaargh…" she screamed as the pain rose inside of her body. Every move she made did hurt, though she didn't give up. She was strong, she knew she was. She had to be.

When it came to her legs she felt like fainting as a huge wave of pain shot through every vein. Once more she was sobbing; hot tears ran down her cheeks, dripping onto her bloody bruised skin. The salty liquid burning in her wounds. She bit her lips, pressing her eyes shut for a second. Then pulled herself further up reaching for every branch, bush or little tree she could reach to steady her shaking legs. When she was finally on her feet she immediately leaned on a nearby tree to support herself. "Help me, James." She whispered a single tear rolling down her left cheek. Suddenly there was a noise coming from between the giant trees, blocking the sight from the sky.

She looked around. Nothing in sight. But then something, a shadow scurried through the bushes and familiar noises came to her ears. She turned around, looking behind her with fear in her eyes. And there it was again, the shadow it was coming closer. She let out a slight whimper. She took a few steps behind looking up as black smoke appeared and approached her dangerously. She took another few steps behind, facing the danger. "What do you want?" she screamed mustering all her strength. "Haven't you had enough?" There was no sonic fence that'd protect her now, so she ran. She ran as fast as she could, as fast as her legs would let her. The black smoke followed her and it came quickly, making those elephant like noises.

There she was now running trough the jungle, her hair damp and curly. The leaves and branches were hit her, cutting into her flesh when she was rambling through the woods. A small cut graced her left cheek, but she didn't feel the pain she's far to scared. Her breathing was quick, she felt like hyperventilating as her legs gave in and she once again fell into the mud. She tried to sit up, her body refused; she turned so she would lie on her back. And there, there it was again, it was coming closer. As it had circled her she held her stomach, mumbling something like. "It's okay, it's gonna be okay." And then looked straight up at the horror. "What're you waiting for? C'mon you son of a bitch." She sobbed one last time before protecting her eyes with her arms, holding them in front of her face, waiting. Waiting till the bitter end may come.

Juliet woke, sating up immediately. Her heart was racing, her breath sharp and quick. She held her head for a second and thought about her dream. It had been so real, like she was really there. A million questions were on her mind, whereby her head began spinning and she decided to get a glass of water. She threw back her blanket, as she then got startled by someone sitting at the edge of the bed. A really strangely clothed man.

"Hello, Juliet" the blond man said smiling at her warmly.

"Who're you? How did you get here?" she asked covering herself with a sheet.

"I'm Jacob, Dear!" the man introduced herself, leaving Juliet speechless. That Jacob?!

"You...you´re Jacob? Jacob by uhm Jacob the 'ghost' of the Island?" she asked calming a little.

"If you call it like that. How're you feeling, Juliet?" Juliet shot him a look and raised an eyebrow. "Well you just scared the hell out of me, how am I supposed to feel?!" she hissed.

"Sorry about that. I didn't intend to scare you, though I didn't wanna wake you." Jacob explained and Juliet mumbled to herself, rolling her eyes slightly.

"Anyways Juliet, I´m here to show you something…"

"Show me something? Show me what?"

"You'll see. C'mon, take my hand." He said and stretched a hand out to her. She eyed it sceptically, hesitating for a while. "You can trust me, Juliet." Juliet searched his eyes; he was reading her like a book. Could he read her mind too? The slightest thought about it made her quite nervous. "I…mhm..." she began stumbling a little, when he cut in on her. "Please trust me, Juliet." Juliet frowned. It was hard trusting someone she only knew for about 2 minutes, though she hesitantly reached out for his hand. It was big and warm. Sudden warmth rushed through her veins, warming every inch of her body. Jacob smiled at her and she felt herself giving a slight smile back.

Only in her nightgown she followed him, her eyes never leaving the strange, mysterious man they were always talking about. Ben was always talking about. He didn't seem like someone that would give the orders do to the things Ben did. Maybe Ben was just a bad liar. No, he was nothing more than a big lie. A pathetic little man, a tyrant that might have had a bad childhood. Oh if she knew.

Juliet wasn't really aware of were they were going as the already stood in something like a temple, looking like a gravesite of a pharaoh. Illuminated by torches. Stonewalls with different paintings, strange symbols and writings, left her once again speechless. She let go of Jacobs's hand, slowly approaching the wall in front of her. Juliet let her hand wander over the sandstone, tracing the lines and symbols; she cocked her head while doing so. "That's marvellous." She whispered fascinated by those details and the good preservation.

"Yeah isn't it? Millennium long work, it was worth it though." Jacob smiled knowingly when she turned back to him and eyed him. "Why did you bring me here?" she then asked folding her arms in front of her breast. Jacob remained quiet but gave her a hint by stretching out his index finger, pointing to something. Juliet followed with her eyes. Jacob was pointing at a kind of altar. A woman lay on top on it. A woman with blond hair and pale skin, wearing a red shirt and jeans. Juliet stepped closer her eyes widening with shock as she realised that the person lying on the altar was her or maybe just looked like her. "Oh my god…that's her. That's m…." Did she have a twin she didn't know about yet? Juliet sank to her knees eying the person in front of her. "How...why…? What is this all about? "She stumbled when Jacob put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't be afraid. "He said softly. Juliet opened her mouth a few times but she wasn't able to get out the slightest tone. "I see you gotta lot of questions." What was he thinking of course she got a lot of questions; her counterpart was lying right in front of her. She seriously believed she was completely crazy now. Everything was just a dream, yeah a nightmare.

"That's just a bad joke, right? I mean …god would you please tell me why you were bringing me here?" Juliet held her head, her head that was spinning again. Jacob smirked. "The reason I was bringing you here is right in front of you. That's you Juliet. But this Juliet died long ago. And it's gonna happen to you too if…. "

"What?" Juliet cut in on him with a mix of surprise and anger. She was seriously thinking about running out of that stupid temple. But something held her there. "I didn't say it is going to happen. It could, though. But that's not the point." He continued now talking to her from the other side of the altar. "Then what is the point?"

"I saw you all coming here before. I saw you fighting, trying to survive and all of you died in the end and it's happening over and over again. I've been watching this scenario far too long now, Juliet." Juliet was listening nervously; she didn't understand a word he was saying though she tried giving him that blank look.

"Yeah, so?"

"Something changed when you tried to detonate that hydrogen bomb down the hatch. This time it went off and you travelled back in time. That never happened before as long as I can recall."

"Okay it this going to be kind of joke or something, cause if it is it's not a good one." Juliet said angrily but Jacob held her back from leaving.

"Have you been feeling strange lately? Didn't you wake up one morning and noticed something was different, something changed, something maybe even was missing?" he asked quickly and Juliet looked him straight in the eyes now, thinking. "I..."she began

"Haven't you had the feeling you wouldn't belong there?"

"You know I kinda feel that way every day." Juliet simply said.

"Yeah Juliet, that might be true you don't belong here but you know what I´m talking about. Deep down you know." Jacob meant looking down at the sleeping beauty, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't understand." Juliet was confused and also frustrated; something inside of her knew he told her the truth, but her own protective barrier refused believing the guy.

"By the time you'll remember you'll understand. Trust me." There it was again that convincing tone. "It's time to change things now. It's time to save life and of course to givelife." Jacob smiled warmly putting a hand on top of dead Juliet's stomach. Juliet frowned at his actions looking down at herself. "I still don't…" she broke of as Jacob put his index fingers to his lips. "Shh...You'll understand." Juliet didn't even get the time to react as she felt herself lying in her bed again, starring at the ceiling. Thinking about Jacob and the things he told her. They may have sounded ridiculous but why would Jacob lie about such things. And what did he mean by giving life. Juliet shook her head and tried to go back to sleep. Maybe this all was just another dream. Maybe just vanity. Maybe, maybe, maybe…..or maybe not.

TBC

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