Chapter 10 - Deaths Door
A loud bang snapped Desmond back into consciousness, he looked all around him, searching for the source of the noise. There seemed to be no one in the bunker. He began to struggle at whatever tied his hands together. He soon realised that is was wire as it dug into his wrists when he pulled at it. His attention was soon drawn to the bunker door as it flew open and the black man stumbled inside, a horrified look on his face.
“What the hell just happened, brother?” Desmond, concerned.
Before the man had the chance to reply the noise of the elevator descending filled the room. Desmond looked at the man, he seemed crazed. The man looked back and said,
“I’m sorry about this” . . .
“Kelvin!”, Sam cried desperately. Kelvin was barely breathing, his eyes had rolled into the back of his head. Blood seeped through his shirt. Sam tore off a piece of his own and held it against the wound. The elevator reached the bottom. Sam turned, the door to the bunker was shut. Lifting Kelvin to his feet he helped him towards the door. He spun the wheel and the door eased open. Sam hauled Kelvin inside and laid him down on the floor.
“KELVIN!” A shout came from the other side of the room. Sam looked up to see Desmond being held at gunpoint.
“Don’t move”, the man called to Sam.
Sam didn’t move. But he did raise his gun.
“Who the hell are you?”, Sam shouted at him.
“Shut up and put the gun down!”, the man shouted back.
“Just do it Sam”, Desmond said, struggling to hold back the rage caused by seeing Kelvin motionless on the floor.
Sam stared coldly at the man holding Desmond hostage before slowly laying down his gun.
“That’s more like it”, the man said. “Now, what the hell did you people do with my boy?”, he was getting angrier.
Sam looked puzzled.
“He thinks we kidnapped his son”, Desmond told him.
“What?”, Sam was even more puzzled now.
“That’s what I said, brother”, Desmond managed to laugh a little.
At that the man fired a warning shot over Sam’s head.
“Stop messin’ me around or he dies”, the man declared, jamming the gun into Desmond’s neck.
“Who are you, brother?” Desmond asked him.
“That doesn’t matter”, he replied.
“You were on that plane weren’t you? You crashed here”, Desmond began to realise who this guy was.
“Shut up!”, the man was beginning to crack.
“Your people found a hatch didn’t you? And you had to push a button every hundred and eight minutes?”, Desmond said.
“Yeah, why?”, the man was becoming less hostile now.
“I was the guy in that hatch, brother! There was a doctor and a bald guy, they said some people went out on a raft or something like that”, Desmond finished.
Suddenly the man threw Desmond to the ground and sat down on one of the desks.
Sam and Desmond ran over to Kelvin, who was struggling to breathe.
“Kelvin can you hear me?”, Desmond was panicking, he feared his fried could be beyond saving.
He didn’t reply, he just grunted and coughed up some blood.
Desmond was almost a doctor once but he wasn’t skilled enough to deal with this. Kelvin’s chest was a mess, Desmond pressed the piece of clothing down on the wound in an effort to stop the bleeding.
Desmond looked at Sam, who was standing not quite knowing what to do.
“Sam, surely you have a first aid kit or something here?”, Desmond asked.
“Mullins had it with him when we left and . . .” Sam trailed off, remembering what had happened to Mullins and the rest.
“Well could you at least do something about him, brother?”, Desmond said, pointing to Michael, who was sitting on a desk, looking very guilty. Sam looked at him, his eyes filled with hate. He grabbed his gun and pointed it at Michael.
“Get up”, Sam commanded.
Michael looked at him and tried to speak but he couldn’t. Sam didn’t ask again, he grabbed Michael and hauled him up the stairs. Throwing him into one of the bedrooms he said,
“We’ll deal with you later”,
Back down on the ground floor Desmond was desperately trying to think of a way to save Kelvin, who was getting paler by the minute. He’d managed to pull the bullet out but didn’t know what to do next. He looked up at Sam who’d just locked the man up. That’s when it hit him. Tying the piece of clothing around the wound Desmond hauled Kelvin over his shoulder.
“What the hell are you doing, Des?”, Sam called as he came rushing back down the stairs.
“I’m going to find a doctor, brother”, Desmond replied, heading for the door.
Sam made after him but Desmond turned and said,
“No, stay here with him”,
Sam looked up at the bedroom and then nodded.
“Good luck, Des”, He said, shutting the door.
The jungle was scorching hot, made even hotter by the fact that Desmond was carrying a half dead man on his back as he ran. He just hoped he wasn’t shot by one of these people before he got to their camp, that is if he could find the camp to begin with. He’d hoped dearly that he would never return to the Swan, all that was about to change as he forced himself to keep sprinting, clinging on to the hope that he wasn’t about to lose the one friend he had in this place . . .
A few hours later . . .
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Hugo Reyes sighed,
How did those numbers get from his lottery ticket to this computer? Why did he even have to press the stupid button anyway? Who knows if it’s even real?Trying to forget all his annoyances with this Island he made his way to the record player and pulled out a random vinyl. It read, Mama Cass Elliot - Make Your Own Kind Of Music. He had to laugh, his mum used to listen to this song all the time. The music came on, it was quite a catchy tune he had to admit. Making his way to the toilet he was turned by a strange voice behind him,
“Where’s your doctor?”, the voice called.
Hurley turned to see a man, soaked in blood, carrying another, seemingly dead man on his back.
“Dude . . .”
Chapter 11 - Unscheduled Arrival
“Whoa . . .dude”, Hurley didn’t know what to do.
“Your doctor, brother. Where is he?”, Desmond asked, breathless.
“Uhhh . . .he’s at the beach . . . I think”, Hurley was still quite stunned.
“Well could you go get him then!”, Desmond was getting frustrated with him.
“Uhhh . . .yeah sure, dude”,
Hurley set off to the hatch door and out into the jungle, totally bewildered at what was going on . . .
Sam stood outside the door to where their prisoner was being kept, he wanted to beat the living daylights out of the guy, but part of him knew that would achieve nothing, so instead, he just stood outside the door, praying Desmond could find help for Kelvin. Snapping out of his daze he turned to the door and decided to open it, inside the man sat dejectedly on one of the beds, Sam looked at him,
“Who are you?”, he asked.
The man looked at the floor and replied,
“Michael”,
“Where did you come from Michael?”, Sam inquired.
Michael sighed,
“I was in a plane crash just over 2 months ago, no one came, so we built a raft, set off to find rescue, we got a reading on the radar so we set off a flare, that’s when they came. They shot my friend, took my boy, blew up the raft and left us for dead”,
Sam looked shocked, he knew who was behind this, but what he didn’t know is what they wanted with a child?
“So now you’re out here looking for him?”, Sam asked.
“Yeah, I think I found the wrong people”, Michael replied, his feelings of guilt were evident in the way he spoke.
Sam hated himself for what he was about to say, he didn’t owe the guy this but he knew it was the right thing to do,
“We can help you”,
Jack was filling bottles of water on the beach when he seemed to hear someone shouting his name. Looking around he saw nothing, but listened intently. The shouts got louder, he wasn’t imagining things.
“JACK!”, another shout came.
Jack dropped the bottles and moved towards the cries. It wasn’t long before a red faced Hurley emerged from the trees.
“Jack, you need to come to the hatch, dude”, Hurley panted.
“Why what’s wrong?”, Jack replied, concerned.
“Dude, you just gotta trust me, you need to be there”, Hurley said, holding his side.
“OK, OK, I'm on it”, Jack said as he started off quickly into the jungle, leaving an exhausted Hurley trotting along behind.
Back in the hatch, Desmond had laid Kelvin down on the bed, the bleeding had been suppressed by the cloth but it wouldn’t last. Where was the doctor? Leaving Kelvin on the bed Desmond hurried to the sink, where he filled a cup of water. He ran back towards the bed but stopped short, the doctor had arrived. He was surprised to see Desmond,
“You?”, was all a stunned Jack could say. Again.
Desmond stood looking at him for a moment, seeing the man again conjured thoughts of a previous life, away from this hell. He was dragged back to the present by the sound of Kelvin grunting on the bed. Jack looked at this stranger on the bed.
“Who is he?”, Jack asked.
“His names Kelvin. Could you help him first and then ask questions, brother?”, Anxiety was overcoming Desmond, there was a snap to the way he spoke.
Jack didn’t reply, he knelt down next to Kelvin and checked his pulse, it was still beating albeit a little faintly. He then removed the clothing from the wound and quickly stopped the bleeding once more with a clean cloth, the guy was in a bad way and Jack knew it.
“So . . .You people are the good ones?”, Michael was amazed that there were actually two enemy groups of "Others" on this Island.
Sam nodded in reply.
There was a long silence. Michael didn’t know what to say, he may just have killed an innocent man. Sam’s mind wandered elsewhere. Where had Desmond gone? He looked at Michael, maybe he knew?
“Des, before he left, he mentioned a doctor, do you know -”
“Jack”, Michael interrupted. “He’s our doctor, back at the camp.”
At that, Sam stood up. He looked at Michael,
“Take me there. Now”,
Michael knew he was in no position to decline . . .
Chapter 12 - Waiting To Die
Kelvin was coughing up blood, lots of it. There wasn’t much Jack could do. The sound of Kelvin’s spluttering brought Desmond back into the room, he’d wandered off a few minutes earlier. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at Kelvin. He was dying, it was just a matter of when. Jack looked at Desmond, he could see the pain on the mans face. This was obviously a friend of his, from where he didn’t know. The questions could wait. Jack didn’t want to be quizzing a man who was watching his friend die, although he did want to know where Desmond had gone, who this dying man was and how he got that way. All Jack knew was that he’d been shot, nothing more. Jack walked over to the sink and began washing his hands.
“He’s dying isn’t he?”, Desmond asked, unable to take his eyes off his dying friend.
Jack turned from the sink,
“Yeah, he is”, Jack told him. “I can try and make him as comfortable as possible, but apart from that . . .”, Jack trailed off.
“Desmond?”, a voice came from behind Jack. It was Locke.
“What’s going on?”, Locke was shocked to see Desmond, even more shocked to see a stranger lying on the bed.
Jack looked at Kelvin then at Locke,
“I don’t know yet”, was Jack’s reply.
Locke laid his bag on the counter top and looked at Desmond, who had knelt down beside Kelvin. Locke was quite speechless. He didn’t know what to say to Desmond, saying nothing he guessed was more helpful just now.
The sight of Kelvin coughing up yet more blood finally turned Desmond away, me made his way into the pantry and emerged with a bottle of beer. He stood against the wall. The hatch was almost silent, the only noise being the flipping of the clock to 39 minutes.
Almost half an hour had passed since Sam and Michael had left the bunker. None of them had spoken, but Sam couldn’t keep quiet for any longer.
“How far is your camp?”, Sam asked Michael, who was walking at quite a pace.
“A few hours”, Michael replied.
“I can’t believe there was plane crash on this Island and we didn’t know anything about it”, Sam managed to laugh, he was desperately trying to take his mind off things.
“I’m sure there’s a lot of things you don’t know about this place”, Michael’s reply was full of thought, thoughts of something he’d rarely given attention to lately. Just where the hell were they? More important questions soon filled his mind, what was he going to do when they reached the camp? And most of all, had he just killed a man?
“When I left here”, Desmond finally decided to tell Jack and Locke what had happened. “I ran for ages, just blindly. I had nowhere to go. I didn’t think it would matter”, He gave a nod towards the computer. “Then, I fell and hit my head off something, knocked myself out”, He pointed to the cut on his forehead. “When I woke up, I found another one of these places, well, that was after something started destroying trees in the jungle”, Desmond said. Locke’s eyes lit up at the thought of another hatch.
“Inside this place, there was lots of cages, for animals. Then Kelvin came. He takes me to this other bunker, a bigger one. There’s all these other people there. Part of what used to be The DHARMA Initiative, they got taken over by the Hanso Foundation, who’ve taken over all the operations on the Island”, Jack and Locke were blown away by this. Operations?
“So, Kelvin and his men were a bit of a resistance, that’s until half of them disappeared and one of your people shot Kelvin”, Des finished sternly. Jack and Locke were thinking the exactly the same thing.
“Michael”, Locke sighed.
“Where’s Michael?”, Jack said demandingly.
“He’s locked up, back in the bunker”, Desmond replied.
“Locked up? He’s a prisoner?”, Jack wasn’t happy about this.
“Jack, we can’t worry about that just now”, Locke tried to intervene.
“He’s one of our people, John”, Jack replied, a little angrily.
“He shot one of his, Jack!”, Locke replied, pointing at Desmond, who’d turned.
“You need to take us there”, Jack moved towards Desmond, but stopped short.
Desmond was sitting next to a motionless, peaceful at last Kelvin. Desmond stood up and turned to face Jack.
“I’m not taking you anywhere, brother”, He said, walking to the bathroom and locking the door.
Michael and Sam’s journey had fallen into silence once more. Michael still lead the way, his pace as quick as ever. Sam matched the pace, but hung behind. He was still suspicious of Michael even if a little less vigilant towards him. Sam opened his mouth to speak but stopped at the sound of voices behind him. Whispers. Michael stopped also, the two men looked at each other, frozen. Sam drew his gun but before he could raise it something buried itself in his back. He felt dizzy. Very dizzy. All the strength in his limbs left him. He crumpled to the floor unconscious. Michael dashed for the gun, he didn’t get two yards before collapsing next to Sam, impaled with something from behind. Black figures surrounded him as he slipped into darkness . . .
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