La Push
I felt my eyes brighten with curiosity as I called out the register, and the girl who had caught my eye the most when she had entered class identified herself as Renesme Cullen. Of course it would be her. Added to the curious notion of her mother must have been way young when she had her. I shouldn’t be surprised I suppose. It was the norm for teenagers these days to be sprigging them out when they’ve only just become teenagers.
I surprised myself at how the tutorial flowed smoothly, and I wasn’t as nervous as I expected. The students listened, took notes and asked questions. Renesme asked the most, and seemed to show a very keen interest. This pleased me for some reason, I can’t explain what it was. It was as if just being in her presence made me want to do anything for her. Any favour wouldn’t matter. I felt the need to please her and for her to be impressed by me. I couldn’t make sense myself why I felt this way. I’ve never felt like I needed to impress anyone before. Especially no-one younger or the same age as me. It made me question myself deeply. What was it about this girl? My thoughts were disrupted by the bell, and the students’ quick haste packing their things away.
“Just a minute!” I called out to them. They all stopped and stared, quick to attention. “There will be a camping trip in three weeks. As you are all still underage, you will require permission from your parents. It’s a mandatory trip, however, legally, we need your parents’ permission. Please collect the permission slips from the desk as you leave.” The students murmured in an unclear chatter, some were excited, some were groaning. Ah well, cest’ la vie.
As I packed to leave, Mr Peters came to check how things went, but unfortunately I had to make my excuses, and make my way over to La Push to re-tutor the same lesson to another class. I hear the locals there are quite tribal though, and this was the class I was most nervous about. They could probably teach me more things about survival in the wilderness then I ever could. It was rumoured that their tribal ways had been around for centuries.
I really enjoyed my drive over to La Push. Watching the many different types of trees. I could only count on one hand the types that I knew.
Arriving in La Push was breathtaking. I was driving along the cliffs and I could see the sea, and its calm waves tumbling softly on the shores, over a mix of pebbles and sand. I heard that sometimes, if you were lucky, you could spot whales from the beach. I very much looked forward to that possibility. I really hoped it would happen sooner rather than later. I can’t even begin to describe how it makes me feel to see animals where they belong in their own natural habitats, compared with seeing them in safari parks, or sea world.
The structure of the school was different to Forks High. The class turned out to be an assembly of all the year groups. Probably with it being a small place, the classes weren’t big enough to establish different year groups. There was a big difference with the La Push kids too. They didn’t seem as interested as the Forks High students. This was because, I assumed, they already knew everything they needed to know. They perked up, however, upon my announcement that they would taking part in a camping trip, and more importantly with the Forks crowd.
“What year group?” A curious boy asked. A boy he didn’t look as I studied his face. In fact, he looked like he could be older than me. Easily. He had a very toned body, short black hair, rippling muscles and a most handsome face. I remembered who he was from register. Jacob Black. He sat with a group of his friends. All mixed in age. Seth, Leah, Embry, Quil and Paul. It was easier to remember the more unusual names to me.
“The senior year.” I confirmed, and an intriguing glint glistened in Jacob’s eyes. He obviously was friends with whoever attended Forks High.
Like Forks High, one of the students at La Push really caught my eye, and again, I really couldn’t put my finger on the reasoning. Putting attractiveness to one side. His name was Embry. Again, like Jacob, he looked nothing like a school student. It was only after the assembly I found out they weren’t students. I felt so stupid. Of course they weren’t. They had graduated three years ago. But that still didn’t explain how they looked the same age as me, or maybe older.
I was just unlocking the car door when to my surprise, Embry jogged over to me. He seemed nervous and apprehensive.
“Hi Zoe. I’m Embry.” He greeted.
“Yes, I remember your name.” I smiled as he gave out his hand to shake to introduce himself properly. I took his hand gratefully and almost gasped at how warm it was.
“Jesus, Embry, have you just had your hands poking a fire?” I asked, I could already feel the sweat from my own hands, or was it his?
“Sorry!” Embry apologised genuinely, his face looking extremely guilty and sorry. The facial expression made me laugh.
“You’ve only just moved to Forks, right?” Embry asked.
“Yes, just three days ago.” I replied.
“I was wondering if you might like a guide? You know, show you the sights and sounds of Forks and its surrounding neighbourhood?” Embry inquired. I felt my cheeks heat up. Oh god, was I actually blushing? I felt like a silly girly teenager. It was embarrassing.
“Sure, that would be lovely.” I replied, trying to swallow my embarrassment. Embry’s face brightened. It made me smile wider that I had pleased him so. Again, there was that thing about me that just wasn’t me. What was wrong with me today?
“Are you available tomorrow?” Embry asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“Yeah-” I began to reply, but then my face faltered. I completely forgot in that moment my promise to go to dinner with sheriff Charlie at Sue Clearwater’s. “Oh, I can’t”
“Oh, ok. When would be better?” Embry asked.
“How about tonight?”
Sunday, 15 November 2009
Saturday, 3 October 2009
Twilight Saga FanFic: Chapter One
Chapter One
Forks
I have always believed that what we see isn’t everything that there is there, and that there is some level of truth behind the many myths I’ve heard, ghosts being the main myth. But that’s because I can see them. I can communicate with them.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been able to see those who have...well, passed on to the other side. My mother being the first. She died just after I was born. So, I was brought up by my dad all my life.
So when it came to leaving home for the first time, I was torn. Part of me wanted to stay here. In the Lake District with my dad, but I knew I had to start my life now, and that was in Forks, Washington, where I had been offered a new job as a part time camp and hike instructor while continuing my writing. I figured that if England didn’t appreciate my stories, maybe America would.
The plane journey from Heathrow to Washington was long and exhausting, and the drive to Forks was going to make the journey start to feel less worthwhile. Well, that’s what I thought until I began noticing the scenery. Beautiful rich forests and mountains. It reminded me a lot of home.
As I drove through the town of Forks, I fell instantly in love with it. A lovely, quaint old town, with a clear sense of character. When I arrived at the house, I was breath taken. The house was built eighty odd years ago, although its interior had been modernised to today’s standards. It had only two bedrooms, the master bedroom being mine and the guest room doubling as an office.
Unpacking was a pain. I decided to leave it for today after getting bedroom essentials sorted, and headed back into the centre of Forks, I had noticed a diner on my way navigating myself to the house. A quick dinner was what I needed, as I hadn’t unpacked kitchen stuff, there was no way I was going to be able to cook anything tonight.
The diner looked very – American. Full of men whom I assumed were trucker men. I just managed to find an empty table, in the corner, a table away from the entrance, at the table sat the sheriff. He noticed me gazing and smiled. I smiled nervously back. I wasn’t sure how the social etiquette was here, so I was nervous as how to respond. Back at home I was used to neighbours dropping in at any given time for a cup of tea, and vice versa. To my surprise, the sheriff got up and came over to my table.
“You’re new here, aren’t you?” He asked.
“Is it that obvious?” I asked sheepishly, feeling my cheeks flush.
“No, it’s a small town. Everyone knows everyone. I think I would have noticed you before. But aside from that, you ain’t got an American accent.” The sheriff smiled. “So, what’s your name? Where are you from?”
“My name is Zoe. I’m from a small middle of no-where in the Lake District. I used to live in a hamlet town, in a cottage called Monk House Hill.”
“Lake District?” The sheriff frowned slightly as he thought. “That’s in England, right?”
“Yeah. Just. Borderline with Scotland.” I smiled. Before the sheriff could respond, the waitress came over with his food.
“Sorry, guess we’ll have to continue our introductions another time.” The sheriff apologized and made for his table.
“Wait.” I called after him. “I see you’re sitting alone. Why don’t you come sit with me? It’d be nice to make some acquaintances.” The sheriff thought for a moment and nodded.
“Okay, thanks that would be lovely.” He replied, and picked up his dish of steak and chips and sat down.
“What can I get you hun?” The waitress asked.
“Caesar salad, please.” I replied and the waitress disappeared again. “So, sheriff, what’s your name?”
“Chief Swann. Or Charlie.” Charlie replied.
“Have you got any family?” I asked, curious.
“Yeah, I have a daughter. Bella. She’s all grown up now, a lovely young woman like yourself. She’s married, to Edward Cullen, and has a daughter, Renesme. She’s beautiful.”
“Wow, married and a mother. You don’t look old enough to be a grandpa.” I complimented.
“I agree.” Charlie chuckled. “Well, you’ve guessed somehow what I do, what do you do?”
“I’m a writer. Although I teach camping and hiking part-time.” I explained.
“What do you write?” Charlie asked, interested.
“Novels mostly. Sci-fi and fantasy.”
“Anything I’d know?”
“Unlikely, I haven’t been published yet.” I laughed.
I got home later then I had intended. Charlie and I had chatted longer than expected, and I left with an invitation to go with him to have dinner in La Push with his friends Billy and Sue on Tuesday evening. Sue was cooking apparently, and his insisted she wouldn’t mind. So I agreed, joking would I be arrested if I didn’t. Lame joke, I know, but I couldn’t think of what else to say.
It took me three days to unpack everything. I slumped down on my bed, exhausted and relieved. I can’t believe I managed to find a place for everything. I had got everything done in time for tomorrow. When work started. I was scheduled to be at Forks High School to teach the kids about camping and survival. So I decided to get an early night, once I had everything organised for what I needed tomorrow, which wasn’t much. Just paperwork and note cards for my lecture.
I fell asleep instantly as soon as my head had hit the pillow, and slept without a bother compared to the first two nights, where I’d been having strange nightmares about dark, mysterious figures in the forests, and wolves. I was just grateful that it appeared no-one dead had stuck around this house, being in a new neighbourhood with a strange presence in the house was not something I needed just yet.
Forks High School was easy to locate. The parking lot was full of rusty or old second hand looking cars. Student’s cars. I wasn’t used to seeing so many that I could assume were owned by students. It wasn’t an often occurrence back in England. First off, because you couldn’t drive until you were seventeen, and even then, you needed a good part-time job or rich parents to pay for the lessons, tests to qualify for a licence, and then the car and insurance itself.
My car blended right in with the student cars. Second hand, but not as old, and definitely not rusty. I could just afford it.
I walked across the lot, students were still parking up, and those that were hanging around started at me. An unfamiliar face. They studied me, trying to figure out who I was. I was young, yes, but too old to be a student at the school. I ignored the stares, I was used to it anyway, besides, they’d soon find out who I was. I went straight to reception and the lady behind the desk informed me that one of the teachers would be along to show me to a lecture room.
“Hi! You’re Miss Taylor, right?” A tall man with a beard asked as he entered the room.
“Yes.” I responded. The man offered his hand to shake, which I took obligingly.
“Hi, I’m Mr Peters. I’m here to help you with your presentation. If you’d like to follow me, and I’ll take you to the lecture room.” Mr Peters explained.
“Thanks.” I smiled and followed him down the main hall and a series of corridors to a lecture room.
“Are you ok with setting up while I go fetch the students?” Mr Peters asked.
“Sure.” I nodded. Before he left he handed me a clipboard.
“It’s just a registration form, check who’s here and whatnot.” Mr Peters explained as he left the room. I picked up the register and had a browse at the names, hoping it would sooth me to relax if I read some of the names beforehand. My finger traced down the sheet of paper, coming to a sudden stop as I had only reached the surnames beginning with ‘C’. Cullen. Alice, Bella, Edward, Jasper. Cullen – that name was familiar. Then it clicked. Bella Cullen, Charlie’s daughter. Of course, she was married. I frowned though. Surely she was too old to be at high school? Before my mind could think about it much further, the students started to pile in, four most appealing students caught my attention right away. They had very light, pale and flawless skin, their eyes a bright amber colour and their faces were too beautiful, too perfect too impossible to describe.
Forks
I have always believed that what we see isn’t everything that there is there, and that there is some level of truth behind the many myths I’ve heard, ghosts being the main myth. But that’s because I can see them. I can communicate with them.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been able to see those who have...well, passed on to the other side. My mother being the first. She died just after I was born. So, I was brought up by my dad all my life.
So when it came to leaving home for the first time, I was torn. Part of me wanted to stay here. In the Lake District with my dad, but I knew I had to start my life now, and that was in Forks, Washington, where I had been offered a new job as a part time camp and hike instructor while continuing my writing. I figured that if England didn’t appreciate my stories, maybe America would.
The plane journey from Heathrow to Washington was long and exhausting, and the drive to Forks was going to make the journey start to feel less worthwhile. Well, that’s what I thought until I began noticing the scenery. Beautiful rich forests and mountains. It reminded me a lot of home.
As I drove through the town of Forks, I fell instantly in love with it. A lovely, quaint old town, with a clear sense of character. When I arrived at the house, I was breath taken. The house was built eighty odd years ago, although its interior had been modernised to today’s standards. It had only two bedrooms, the master bedroom being mine and the guest room doubling as an office.
Unpacking was a pain. I decided to leave it for today after getting bedroom essentials sorted, and headed back into the centre of Forks, I had noticed a diner on my way navigating myself to the house. A quick dinner was what I needed, as I hadn’t unpacked kitchen stuff, there was no way I was going to be able to cook anything tonight.
The diner looked very – American. Full of men whom I assumed were trucker men. I just managed to find an empty table, in the corner, a table away from the entrance, at the table sat the sheriff. He noticed me gazing and smiled. I smiled nervously back. I wasn’t sure how the social etiquette was here, so I was nervous as how to respond. Back at home I was used to neighbours dropping in at any given time for a cup of tea, and vice versa. To my surprise, the sheriff got up and came over to my table.
“You’re new here, aren’t you?” He asked.
“Is it that obvious?” I asked sheepishly, feeling my cheeks flush.
“No, it’s a small town. Everyone knows everyone. I think I would have noticed you before. But aside from that, you ain’t got an American accent.” The sheriff smiled. “So, what’s your name? Where are you from?”
“My name is Zoe. I’m from a small middle of no-where in the Lake District. I used to live in a hamlet town, in a cottage called Monk House Hill.”
“Lake District?” The sheriff frowned slightly as he thought. “That’s in England, right?”
“Yeah. Just. Borderline with Scotland.” I smiled. Before the sheriff could respond, the waitress came over with his food.
“Sorry, guess we’ll have to continue our introductions another time.” The sheriff apologized and made for his table.
“Wait.” I called after him. “I see you’re sitting alone. Why don’t you come sit with me? It’d be nice to make some acquaintances.” The sheriff thought for a moment and nodded.
“Okay, thanks that would be lovely.” He replied, and picked up his dish of steak and chips and sat down.
“What can I get you hun?” The waitress asked.
“Caesar salad, please.” I replied and the waitress disappeared again. “So, sheriff, what’s your name?”
“Chief Swann. Or Charlie.” Charlie replied.
“Have you got any family?” I asked, curious.
“Yeah, I have a daughter. Bella. She’s all grown up now, a lovely young woman like yourself. She’s married, to Edward Cullen, and has a daughter, Renesme. She’s beautiful.”
“Wow, married and a mother. You don’t look old enough to be a grandpa.” I complimented.
“I agree.” Charlie chuckled. “Well, you’ve guessed somehow what I do, what do you do?”
“I’m a writer. Although I teach camping and hiking part-time.” I explained.
“What do you write?” Charlie asked, interested.
“Novels mostly. Sci-fi and fantasy.”
“Anything I’d know?”
“Unlikely, I haven’t been published yet.” I laughed.
I got home later then I had intended. Charlie and I had chatted longer than expected, and I left with an invitation to go with him to have dinner in La Push with his friends Billy and Sue on Tuesday evening. Sue was cooking apparently, and his insisted she wouldn’t mind. So I agreed, joking would I be arrested if I didn’t. Lame joke, I know, but I couldn’t think of what else to say.
It took me three days to unpack everything. I slumped down on my bed, exhausted and relieved. I can’t believe I managed to find a place for everything. I had got everything done in time for tomorrow. When work started. I was scheduled to be at Forks High School to teach the kids about camping and survival. So I decided to get an early night, once I had everything organised for what I needed tomorrow, which wasn’t much. Just paperwork and note cards for my lecture.
I fell asleep instantly as soon as my head had hit the pillow, and slept without a bother compared to the first two nights, where I’d been having strange nightmares about dark, mysterious figures in the forests, and wolves. I was just grateful that it appeared no-one dead had stuck around this house, being in a new neighbourhood with a strange presence in the house was not something I needed just yet.
Forks High School was easy to locate. The parking lot was full of rusty or old second hand looking cars. Student’s cars. I wasn’t used to seeing so many that I could assume were owned by students. It wasn’t an often occurrence back in England. First off, because you couldn’t drive until you were seventeen, and even then, you needed a good part-time job or rich parents to pay for the lessons, tests to qualify for a licence, and then the car and insurance itself.
My car blended right in with the student cars. Second hand, but not as old, and definitely not rusty. I could just afford it.
I walked across the lot, students were still parking up, and those that were hanging around started at me. An unfamiliar face. They studied me, trying to figure out who I was. I was young, yes, but too old to be a student at the school. I ignored the stares, I was used to it anyway, besides, they’d soon find out who I was. I went straight to reception and the lady behind the desk informed me that one of the teachers would be along to show me to a lecture room.
“Hi! You’re Miss Taylor, right?” A tall man with a beard asked as he entered the room.
“Yes.” I responded. The man offered his hand to shake, which I took obligingly.
“Hi, I’m Mr Peters. I’m here to help you with your presentation. If you’d like to follow me, and I’ll take you to the lecture room.” Mr Peters explained.
“Thanks.” I smiled and followed him down the main hall and a series of corridors to a lecture room.
“Are you ok with setting up while I go fetch the students?” Mr Peters asked.
“Sure.” I nodded. Before he left he handed me a clipboard.
“It’s just a registration form, check who’s here and whatnot.” Mr Peters explained as he left the room. I picked up the register and had a browse at the names, hoping it would sooth me to relax if I read some of the names beforehand. My finger traced down the sheet of paper, coming to a sudden stop as I had only reached the surnames beginning with ‘C’. Cullen. Alice, Bella, Edward, Jasper. Cullen – that name was familiar. Then it clicked. Bella Cullen, Charlie’s daughter. Of course, she was married. I frowned though. Surely she was too old to be at high school? Before my mind could think about it much further, the students started to pile in, four most appealing students caught my attention right away. They had very light, pale and flawless skin, their eyes a bright amber colour and their faces were too beautiful, too perfect too impossible to describe.
Sunday, 16 August 2009
Preview of RP post.
Day 90
After a few minutes in the comms room, Mikhail re-entered the room. Charlie and Zoe didn't take their eyes off of him. Zoe couldn't help but feel this sweep of cold dread overcome her. Whatever Ben had told Mikhail, she knew it wasn't good news.
"What did Ben say?" Greta asked as he walked back into the room.
"Can we kill them?" Bonnie asked hopefully.
"Is it possible to turn this equipment off?" Mikhail asked, ignoring both their questions.
"What?" Bonnie asked dumbfounded.
"The equipment that's jamming the Island, can you turn it off?" Mikhail repeated.
"Sure. Ben gave us the code." Greta responded.
"You are the only ones who have it?" Mikhail continued to question. Zoe frowned. Why was he asking so many questions about the station?
"Yeah. Why?" Bonnie asked, she too was dazed by Mikhail's behaviour.
"What would happen if this station were to be flooded?" Mikhail wondered.
"Nothing. The casing for the equipment is waterproof, it'll keep going forever." Greta explained.
"Then why do you need to be here?" Mikhail interrogated.
"Because Ben told us to. We were following orders." Bonnie replied defensively.
"And you never asked why?" Mikhail confirmed.
"No. Because I trust him. And I trust Jacob. And the minute I start questioning orders, this whole thing, everything that we're doing here falls apart." Bonnie answered him approvingly. Mikhail glanced to Greta.
"She makes an excellent point." He spoke, before withdrawing his gun, aiming briefly, and shot at her, Greta chocked and splashed into the moon pool, dead. Mikhail then quickly turned on Bonnie, who quickly realised what was going on, and turned to run, but Mikhail shot her in the back, and walked over to her, kicking her over on her front to face him.
"No, please!" Bonnie begged, but Mikhail aimed his gun at her.
"I'm sorry, Bonnie, I too am following orders." Mikhail spoke defiantly and cocked his gun to shoot, but Desmond burst out of his hiding place.
"Hey!" Desmond shouted, Mikhail turned to the source of the voice, and Desmond withdrew a spear gun, aimed and fired, shooting Mikhail in the chest. Zoe jumped and stared in shock as Mikhail collapsed to the ground. Bonnie made to grab for the gun, but Desmond beat her to it, and aimed it at her.
"No, Des! We need her!" Charlie protested, both he and Zoe reading in Desmond's eyes his intentions. Instead, Desmond ran over to them and untied them. Charlie and Zoe joined Desmond to Bonnie's side. She was going to die, no doubt about that.
"What's the code?" Charlie demmanded.
"Go away!" Bonnie ignored.
"Bonnie, let's just get this over with, OK? What's the code?" Charlie repeated.
"She's not gonna tell you, brother." Desmond interrupted in his usual thick Scottish accent.
"Yeah she's gonna tell me." Charlie responded confidently.
"What makes you say that?" Desmond asked.
"Because you said it's my destiny to turn off that jammer. OK, Bonnie, we're both gonna die down here. All right, let's be perfectly honest. A one-eyed maniac just killed your friend, he shot you in the back. It would appear that your glorious leader, Ben, put him up to it. Are you a sodding idiot? You have the opportunity to make Ben very very angry. Why would you not take that?" Charlie asked as Desmond sloped off to check everywhere all over the station.
"Five, four, five..." Bonnie began to reel off. Zoe repeated the numbers and order in her head immediately.
"What?" Charlie responded, he didn't realise at first she was giving him the code.
"Eight, seven, sev-..." Bonnie continued. Zoe added them to the sequence. Five, four, five, eight, seven, seven. Five, four, five, eight, seven, seven. Five, four, five, eight, seven, seven. She repeated the numbers in her head.
"Is that the code?" Charlie wanted to confirm, but Bonnie continued reeling numbers, and even Zoe couldn't keep it up anymore.
"Start again!" Charlie requested frantically.
"Six, one." Bonnie continued and her eyes shut as she slipped into unconciousness, her life was slipping away quickly, and they still didn't have the code.
"Stop, Bonnie. Start from the beginning, start again. Bonnie, Bonnie! Wake up, stop. Bonnie, start again!" Charlie begged frantically.
"Good vibrations." Bonnie whispered.
"What?" Charlie asked confused.
"Beach boys. Good vibrations. On the keypad, the numbers, they're notes. It was programmed by a musician." Bonnie opened her eyes to say, staring at Charlie, before she lost conciousness again, and slipped away from life completly. Zoe and Charlie exchanged significant looks.
"Des? There's diving gear in those racks, yeah?" Zoe asked.
"Aye, there's plenty." Desmond replied.
"Why don't you take care of that, We'll tap out "Good Vibrations."" Zoe suggested.
"All right." Desmond agreed and headed for the lockers.
"Hey, Des." Charlie called. Des paused and turned.
"Aye, brother?" He responded.
"You get any flashes?" Charlie asked.
"No, nuttin." Desmond responded, and continued on with his task.
"Meet you back here then." Charlie responded, and he and Zoe headed into the comms room. She had to think fast to stop Charlie. They entered the room and Charlie headed for the keypad, murmuring Good Vibrations.
"Charlie, stop, you don't want to do this!" Zoe spoke suddenly as Charlie began entering the code.
"What? Are you crazy? Don't you want to get rescued?" Charlie responded as he continued with the code, but Zoe grabbed his hands to stop him.
"The people on that boat aren't here to rescue us!" Zoe spoke urgently. "If they get in contact, they will come here, and kill everyone."
"Don't be ridiculous! Penny wouldn't do that!" Charlie responded and pulled his hands away to continue with the code, the familiar Beach Boys tune ringing in her ears, as she went into a sort of trance. She suddenly realised this place was familiar. She was experiencing deja vu. She had been here before, but when? She remembered being here with Charlie. The flashing light stopped, and she mildly heard Charlie mutter.
"So much for fate." He muttered under his breath. Then Zoe realised. Her dreams. They weren't dreams. They were visions! Out the corner of her eye, a red light began to flash, followed by a beeping, an incoming transmittion. Charlie realised this too and went over to it, turing the switch to answer it.
"No Charlie, don't!" Zoe responded hopelessly as he answered it. The screen fuzzed for a moment before focusing onto a room, and a woman sitting before them.
"Hello? Hello?" She asked desperte for an answer. "Hello?! Can you hear me?"
"Yes, yes I can hear you." Charlie responded.
"Who is this? Who am I speaking to?" The woman continued.
"Charlie er... Charlie Pace, and Zoe Taylor, we're survivors of Flight eight-one-five, Oceanic Flight eight-one-five." Charlie explained.
"Er... where are you?" She contiued to question.
"We're on an Island, we're alive." Charlie confirmed.
"An Island!! Well where, what's your location?" She contiued.
"I dunno. Who's this?" Charlie frowned slightly.
"This is Penelope. Penelope Widmore. How did you get this frequency?" Penny responded. Zoe stared in disbelief. It couldn't be her. It wasn't her boat! Oh gosh, she couldn't have been wrong all this time could she? As Charlie also realised who it was, he called after Des.
"Desmond? Desmond!" Charlie shouted after him.
"Did you just say Desmond?" Penny asked.
"Yeah, he's here, he's with me." Charlie confirmed. Penny smiled at the news.
"Is he OK?" Penny asked.
"He's brilliant! Hey, are you on the boat?" Charlie asked. Penny's face scrunched in confusion.
"What, what boat?" She asked.
"Your boat, eighty miles off shore. Er... Naomi, parachutist." Charlie explained.
"But, I'm not on a boat, who, who's Naomi?" Penny asked. It was then, Zoe and Charlie realised for definate that Naomi had lied. It wasn't Penny's boat, there was no rescue. They glanced out to the moon pool room where Desmond was and then back at the transmittion, both opening their mouths to speak, but Penny cut them off. Her transmittion was begining to fuzz again, and they were interrupted by a tap at the window from outside the station, where, Mikhail was in a wet suit, grinning in the water, holding in his hand a handgrenade.
"Bloody nutter!" Zoe exclaimed in shock, and she grabbed Charlie by his shoulder, dragging him away from the comms room.
"Hello, hello is Desmond there? Desmond, can you hear me? Desmond?" Penny could be heard as Zoe and Charlie ran to get out the room. As Zoe entered the moon pool room, Desmond was running towards them.
"Desmond, no! Don't go in there, it is going to flood!" Zoe exclaimed, as she heard Charlie shut the door behind them.
"Charlie!" Desmond shouted. Zoe turned to see Charlie wasn't by her side. He was on the other side of the door! Zoe turned and started banging on the window, and frantically scrambling at the door as Charlie locked it.
"Charlie! Charlie! What are you doing?!!" She screeched. "Get out now! Quickly!" But it was too late. There was an explosion behind them, the window caved in and water rapidly started to fill up the comms room. Charlie turned to face the water. Zoe bangged on the glass frantically and hopelessly.
"CHARLIE! NO!" She screamed, banging agaisnt the glass. Desmond searched for something to smash the glass with, grabbing fire extinguisher, but it was useless. Tears started to well and drip down her face, no matter how much Zoe screamed and shouted, it wasn't changing anything. Charlie was going to die.
The water had risen significantly now, and Zoe could see Charlie was struggling to do something, he was writing something on his hand. He then dived down into the water, appearing at the window, and placed his hand on it. His hand read clearly "Not Penny's boat" Zoe placed her hand against the glass where his was, she knew this already obviously, but this was for Desmond's sake. He hadn't believed her before, but coming from Charlie, he now understood, and Charlie smiled. Zoe grabbed for a pen she knew she had by chance in her pocket, and wrote on hers, placing it like Charlie had on the glass, sobbing as she did, trying but failing to stay strong for Charlie's sake. Charlie read it.
"Your Baby."
Charlie stared at her stunned, and before he could show any other reaction, he invouluntarily swallowed a lot of water, reeling back, and he drowned, there was no-where to go no for air. Zoe closed her eyes in defeat, and she sank to the floor, sobbing incontrolably. Desmond sank down beside her, and placed an arm around her, but she shook it away violently.
"Don't." She spat angrily. "Don't you dare! This is all your fault! If you hadn't told him about the flashes, if you hadn't told him he had to die in order to save everyone, he wouldn't have done this! He wouldn't have killed himself! I hate you Desmond Hume! GO! LEAVE ME!" She shouted.
"But the raft, we have to get back to the beach!" Desmond protested calmly.
"PISS OFF. I'm not going anywhere with you!" Zoe shouted. "I'll come back in my own time. I'll swim back." She continued furiously. Desmond new he was defeated. There would be no swaying her, and with the guilty look on his face, he knew there was no changing anything, so he left her, diving into the moon pool and back to the surface of the ocean to the raft to get back to the beach camp.
After a few minutes in the comms room, Mikhail re-entered the room. Charlie and Zoe didn't take their eyes off of him. Zoe couldn't help but feel this sweep of cold dread overcome her. Whatever Ben had told Mikhail, she knew it wasn't good news.
"What did Ben say?" Greta asked as he walked back into the room.
"Can we kill them?" Bonnie asked hopefully.
"Is it possible to turn this equipment off?" Mikhail asked, ignoring both their questions.
"What?" Bonnie asked dumbfounded.
"The equipment that's jamming the Island, can you turn it off?" Mikhail repeated.
"Sure. Ben gave us the code." Greta responded.
"You are the only ones who have it?" Mikhail continued to question. Zoe frowned. Why was he asking so many questions about the station?
"Yeah. Why?" Bonnie asked, she too was dazed by Mikhail's behaviour.
"What would happen if this station were to be flooded?" Mikhail wondered.
"Nothing. The casing for the equipment is waterproof, it'll keep going forever." Greta explained.
"Then why do you need to be here?" Mikhail interrogated.
"Because Ben told us to. We were following orders." Bonnie replied defensively.
"And you never asked why?" Mikhail confirmed.
"No. Because I trust him. And I trust Jacob. And the minute I start questioning orders, this whole thing, everything that we're doing here falls apart." Bonnie answered him approvingly. Mikhail glanced to Greta.
"She makes an excellent point." He spoke, before withdrawing his gun, aiming briefly, and shot at her, Greta chocked and splashed into the moon pool, dead. Mikhail then quickly turned on Bonnie, who quickly realised what was going on, and turned to run, but Mikhail shot her in the back, and walked over to her, kicking her over on her front to face him.
"No, please!" Bonnie begged, but Mikhail aimed his gun at her.
"I'm sorry, Bonnie, I too am following orders." Mikhail spoke defiantly and cocked his gun to shoot, but Desmond burst out of his hiding place.
"Hey!" Desmond shouted, Mikhail turned to the source of the voice, and Desmond withdrew a spear gun, aimed and fired, shooting Mikhail in the chest. Zoe jumped and stared in shock as Mikhail collapsed to the ground. Bonnie made to grab for the gun, but Desmond beat her to it, and aimed it at her.
"No, Des! We need her!" Charlie protested, both he and Zoe reading in Desmond's eyes his intentions. Instead, Desmond ran over to them and untied them. Charlie and Zoe joined Desmond to Bonnie's side. She was going to die, no doubt about that.
"What's the code?" Charlie demmanded.
"Go away!" Bonnie ignored.
"Bonnie, let's just get this over with, OK? What's the code?" Charlie repeated.
"She's not gonna tell you, brother." Desmond interrupted in his usual thick Scottish accent.
"Yeah she's gonna tell me." Charlie responded confidently.
"What makes you say that?" Desmond asked.
"Because you said it's my destiny to turn off that jammer. OK, Bonnie, we're both gonna die down here. All right, let's be perfectly honest. A one-eyed maniac just killed your friend, he shot you in the back. It would appear that your glorious leader, Ben, put him up to it. Are you a sodding idiot? You have the opportunity to make Ben very very angry. Why would you not take that?" Charlie asked as Desmond sloped off to check everywhere all over the station.
"Five, four, five..." Bonnie began to reel off. Zoe repeated the numbers and order in her head immediately.
"What?" Charlie responded, he didn't realise at first she was giving him the code.
"Eight, seven, sev-..." Bonnie continued. Zoe added them to the sequence. Five, four, five, eight, seven, seven. Five, four, five, eight, seven, seven. Five, four, five, eight, seven, seven. She repeated the numbers in her head.
"Is that the code?" Charlie wanted to confirm, but Bonnie continued reeling numbers, and even Zoe couldn't keep it up anymore.
"Start again!" Charlie requested frantically.
"Six, one." Bonnie continued and her eyes shut as she slipped into unconciousness, her life was slipping away quickly, and they still didn't have the code.
"Stop, Bonnie. Start from the beginning, start again. Bonnie, Bonnie! Wake up, stop. Bonnie, start again!" Charlie begged frantically.
"Good vibrations." Bonnie whispered.
"What?" Charlie asked confused.
"Beach boys. Good vibrations. On the keypad, the numbers, they're notes. It was programmed by a musician." Bonnie opened her eyes to say, staring at Charlie, before she lost conciousness again, and slipped away from life completly. Zoe and Charlie exchanged significant looks.
"Des? There's diving gear in those racks, yeah?" Zoe asked.
"Aye, there's plenty." Desmond replied.
"Why don't you take care of that, We'll tap out "Good Vibrations."" Zoe suggested.
"All right." Desmond agreed and headed for the lockers.
"Hey, Des." Charlie called. Des paused and turned.
"Aye, brother?" He responded.
"You get any flashes?" Charlie asked.
"No, nuttin." Desmond responded, and continued on with his task.
"Meet you back here then." Charlie responded, and he and Zoe headed into the comms room. She had to think fast to stop Charlie. They entered the room and Charlie headed for the keypad, murmuring Good Vibrations.
"Charlie, stop, you don't want to do this!" Zoe spoke suddenly as Charlie began entering the code.
"What? Are you crazy? Don't you want to get rescued?" Charlie responded as he continued with the code, but Zoe grabbed his hands to stop him.
"The people on that boat aren't here to rescue us!" Zoe spoke urgently. "If they get in contact, they will come here, and kill everyone."
"Don't be ridiculous! Penny wouldn't do that!" Charlie responded and pulled his hands away to continue with the code, the familiar Beach Boys tune ringing in her ears, as she went into a sort of trance. She suddenly realised this place was familiar. She was experiencing deja vu. She had been here before, but when? She remembered being here with Charlie. The flashing light stopped, and she mildly heard Charlie mutter.
"So much for fate." He muttered under his breath. Then Zoe realised. Her dreams. They weren't dreams. They were visions! Out the corner of her eye, a red light began to flash, followed by a beeping, an incoming transmittion. Charlie realised this too and went over to it, turing the switch to answer it.
"No Charlie, don't!" Zoe responded hopelessly as he answered it. The screen fuzzed for a moment before focusing onto a room, and a woman sitting before them.
"Hello? Hello?" She asked desperte for an answer. "Hello?! Can you hear me?"
"Yes, yes I can hear you." Charlie responded.
"Who is this? Who am I speaking to?" The woman continued.
"Charlie er... Charlie Pace, and Zoe Taylor, we're survivors of Flight eight-one-five, Oceanic Flight eight-one-five." Charlie explained.
"Er... where are you?" She contiued to question.
"We're on an Island, we're alive." Charlie confirmed.
"An Island!! Well where, what's your location?" She contiued.
"I dunno. Who's this?" Charlie frowned slightly.
"This is Penelope. Penelope Widmore. How did you get this frequency?" Penny responded. Zoe stared in disbelief. It couldn't be her. It wasn't her boat! Oh gosh, she couldn't have been wrong all this time could she? As Charlie also realised who it was, he called after Des.
"Desmond? Desmond!" Charlie shouted after him.
"Did you just say Desmond?" Penny asked.
"Yeah, he's here, he's with me." Charlie confirmed. Penny smiled at the news.
"Is he OK?" Penny asked.
"He's brilliant! Hey, are you on the boat?" Charlie asked. Penny's face scrunched in confusion.
"What, what boat?" She asked.
"Your boat, eighty miles off shore. Er... Naomi, parachutist." Charlie explained.
"But, I'm not on a boat, who, who's Naomi?" Penny asked. It was then, Zoe and Charlie realised for definate that Naomi had lied. It wasn't Penny's boat, there was no rescue. They glanced out to the moon pool room where Desmond was and then back at the transmittion, both opening their mouths to speak, but Penny cut them off. Her transmittion was begining to fuzz again, and they were interrupted by a tap at the window from outside the station, where, Mikhail was in a wet suit, grinning in the water, holding in his hand a handgrenade.
"Bloody nutter!" Zoe exclaimed in shock, and she grabbed Charlie by his shoulder, dragging him away from the comms room.
"Hello, hello is Desmond there? Desmond, can you hear me? Desmond?" Penny could be heard as Zoe and Charlie ran to get out the room. As Zoe entered the moon pool room, Desmond was running towards them.
"Desmond, no! Don't go in there, it is going to flood!" Zoe exclaimed, as she heard Charlie shut the door behind them.
"Charlie!" Desmond shouted. Zoe turned to see Charlie wasn't by her side. He was on the other side of the door! Zoe turned and started banging on the window, and frantically scrambling at the door as Charlie locked it.
"Charlie! Charlie! What are you doing?!!" She screeched. "Get out now! Quickly!" But it was too late. There was an explosion behind them, the window caved in and water rapidly started to fill up the comms room. Charlie turned to face the water. Zoe bangged on the glass frantically and hopelessly.
"CHARLIE! NO!" She screamed, banging agaisnt the glass. Desmond searched for something to smash the glass with, grabbing fire extinguisher, but it was useless. Tears started to well and drip down her face, no matter how much Zoe screamed and shouted, it wasn't changing anything. Charlie was going to die.
The water had risen significantly now, and Zoe could see Charlie was struggling to do something, he was writing something on his hand. He then dived down into the water, appearing at the window, and placed his hand on it. His hand read clearly "Not Penny's boat" Zoe placed her hand against the glass where his was, she knew this already obviously, but this was for Desmond's sake. He hadn't believed her before, but coming from Charlie, he now understood, and Charlie smiled. Zoe grabbed for a pen she knew she had by chance in her pocket, and wrote on hers, placing it like Charlie had on the glass, sobbing as she did, trying but failing to stay strong for Charlie's sake. Charlie read it.
"Your Baby."
Charlie stared at her stunned, and before he could show any other reaction, he invouluntarily swallowed a lot of water, reeling back, and he drowned, there was no-where to go no for air. Zoe closed her eyes in defeat, and she sank to the floor, sobbing incontrolably. Desmond sank down beside her, and placed an arm around her, but she shook it away violently.
"Don't." She spat angrily. "Don't you dare! This is all your fault! If you hadn't told him about the flashes, if you hadn't told him he had to die in order to save everyone, he wouldn't have done this! He wouldn't have killed himself! I hate you Desmond Hume! GO! LEAVE ME!" She shouted.
"But the raft, we have to get back to the beach!" Desmond protested calmly.
"PISS OFF. I'm not going anywhere with you!" Zoe shouted. "I'll come back in my own time. I'll swim back." She continued furiously. Desmond new he was defeated. There would be no swaying her, and with the guilty look on his face, he knew there was no changing anything, so he left her, diving into the moon pool and back to the surface of the ocean to the raft to get back to the beach camp.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
