Sorry that I have been away for so long. In hopes to better my life, and the story, I had to switch focus to my current full-time job... so I could keep funds coming in to support my writing. This "hiatus" was unplanned and was indeed necessary so I sincerely apologize for not keeping you in the loop. I barely had any online time to myself. Work, eat, sleep (barely) ... repeat.
That being said ... I am happy to say that my focus is now switching to the writing :) How would you all feel about a book being written as a Season 7 to our beloved LOST story? I cannot comment for certain as of yet, but yours truly may be in line to present such an event. There is no confirmation as of yet but I do know that there will be a need for funding. This is another reason for my hiatus. Good news ... in my time away, I was able to get myself promoted to increase said funding (Yes, I was really busting my butt to get good things rolling for all of us!)
Although the upcoming webisode is this season's "finale", please rest assured that the story is far from over. There will be another season as far as webisodes are concerned. However, in book form it will be represented differently ... Sorry I cannot release details on that yet. Just know, what you are reading now will be in the book, but there will be a better attention to more detail. So it will be an enhanced story... with a few surprises.
That's all for now ... I hope all is well with all of you. Talk to you again soon. Namaste.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
#11 "The Pretender, Part 2"
Present Day
The rain continued to come down like nails on the roof of the cabin. Flashes of lightning in the distance lit up the room. The storm was at last losing intensity, yet the rain did not confirm that notion. Hurley and Ben stood looking blankly at each other in the living room of the cabin.
Ben broke the silence first, “I have told you plenty, Hugo. You know what I know. I don’t have an answer to everything. You are then man in charge, you should be telling me things that I don’t know!”
“I have helped you redeem yourself, Benjamin!” Hurley retorted, “I showed you the way, but I needed your help to protect this place. How can I do that if you don’t tell me the things I need to know about this island?? You have been here for like, a hundred years, dude!”
“This is ridiculous,” Ben snapped, “You told me that we had to bring that boy back for the greater good. That was your plan, not mine!”
“Not my plan!” Hurley exclaimed, “That’s because I was told to by Locke and Michael … and everyone else!”
“Then why didn’t you ask them why,” Ben scoffed.
“Because they only speak in riddles, dude!” Hurley explained and in his best Locke impression voice as he quoted, “Uh, ‘Hugo, you need to bring Walt here on his 16th birthday. He is the master key to open the lock of the island and set it free.’ Nice pun, bald eagle dude.”
“And Michael?” asked Ben.
“Nah. All he wanted was Walt to help him, I told you all that.” Hurley answered.
A few moments later, Vincent could be heard barking faintly in the distance. Then the rain suddenly came to an abrupt stop. Hurley turned to look out the window, and Ben walked over to stand beside him.
“Did something happen already?” Ben asked.
“I am not quite sure,” Hurley replied, “Here is where the fun begins.”
2007
Hurley and Ben approached the outer wall of the temple. They could still smell the smoke in the air left over from the brutal massacre from a few days past. The sky started to darken with the overcast of clouds.
“You sure about this, Hugo?” Ben asked skeptically.
“I’m not sure about anything anymore,” Hurley exclaimed.
They both proceeded into the cavernous entrance below the temple wall. It was eerily quiet and dark. The air was still and musty.
Hurley jumped from being startled when Ben asked, “Where should we go first?” Ben smirked. His voice echoed down the hallway and the resonance could be heard for a few seconds.
“Don’t do that!” Hurley said anxiously, “Talk quieter, dude, when it’s … quiet like this.”
“Sorry, but…” Ben lowered his voice to a whisper, “Do you know where we are going?”
Hurley kept moving forward down the unlit hallway of stone and responded, “Yes, I do. To find a flashlight, or a torch.”
“I honestly do not know what you expect to find here, Hugo,” Ben started, “There is nothing here anymore.”
“Something must be. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been told to come here, ya know?”
“Yeah, by a ghost,” Ben scoffed.
“Right now, I would trust a ghost more than anything,” Hurley replied.
“The last time I saw John Locke, he was a ghost of somebody else and a complete monster. That smoke monster that destroyed this place, killing everyone that was here, I might add.” Ben responded.
Hurley shook his head, “I don’t expect you to understand but I know it was the real Locke,” Hurley implored.
Hurley slowed his stride as they came to a large hole where the stone floor had collapsed. Ben stopped walking completely and stared down into the depth of the void. Hurley slowly made his way around and noticed Ben was not following.
“Dude, you coming? What’s the matter?” asked Hurley but there was no response. Ben continued to stare blankly into the darkness below for a moment, and then knelt to the ground picking something up.
Ben composed himself, held up an unlit torch and asked, “You got a light?”
1977
Young Ben tossed branches aside as he ran as fast as he could toward the Dharma barracks. The sky was still purple and the noise of the magnetism grew louder the further he ran. He could feel it in his chest along with his accelerated heartbeat. His wound, although better, was still a hindrance. Breathing heavily, he kept on running. He moved through some twigs and abruptly fell onto a dirt road. As Ben sat for a moment to catch his breath he heard a commotion coming from his right. He turned to look and saw a Dharma van in the road 100 meters away. The van was swaying from side to side and familiar voices came from the other side. Ben stood up to see who was speaking and walked toward the van. He noticed a man was lying on the ground, propped up on the passenger side of the vehicle. The van was shaking but nobody was inside and the man was sliding back to the ground. Ben was about to cry out over the loudness when he noticed the chef helped him back up again and that the man on the ground was the prisoner from back at the barracks, who had been shot.
Completely shocked, Ben froze. He was speechless as confusing memories started flooding back to him. He remembered being on this road. There was a van. Complete darkness of night and this prisoner was there. A shot rang out …
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound of an enormous explosion and the ground shook tremendously, knocking Ben to the ground once more. He heard loud cries over an ear piercing sound that was accompanied by a blinding light. Ben covered his ears and closed his eyes in fear as he was curled up on the ground. In an instant, the sound was gone. There was nothing but silence except for the ringing in Ben’s ears.
Slowly, Ben opened his eyes. He was facing the sky. The beautiful blue with tufts of white clouds had returned. Through the disorientation, Ben managed to sit up. He looked around and noticed the Dharma van and everyone around it had vanished without a trace. In the distance, he heard yelling. Ben stood up and stumbled toward the voices. He walked up the embankment on the side of the dirt road as he tried to clear his ears. Once at the top he walked towards a large dirt pile and tried to hear what the voices were saying. He looked beyond the pile to see there was a very large pit had been dug up with a pile of twisted scaffolding in the center. There were cement trucks and a security jeep on its side resting against the pile of twisted metal. Ben saw a Mr. Radzinsky and Mr. Chang yelling. There were some security and science team personnel also in the pit. Ben knelt down out of sight so he could listen.
“Well, then where the hell are their bodies!?!?” Radzinsky yelled, “All of the other dead bodies are here … where are …”
“I don’t know!!” Chang yelled back as he tried to dislodge the discharge chute of the concrete mixer with his right hand, “Can you give me a hand with this??” Chang’s left arm was wrapped with a blood covered tan jacket.
“They can’t have just disappeared, Chang!” Radzinsky responded as he helped Chang remove parts of the wreckage from the crane.
“There is no telling what happened here today and the damage that may have done,” Chang started, “I need to get in touch with Ann Harbor. For now, we need to make sure this is completely sealed up. Luckily, the bomb sealed it up for now, but we need something more permanent. Then, everyone on this island needs to be inoculated for radiation and evacuate the rest of the nonessential personnel. There are so many things we need to do.” Chang shook his head and grimaced in pain.
“You need to get your arm looked at. You are losing a lot of blood there, Chang.” Radzinsky advised, pointing to the blood soaked makeshift tourniquet.
“Don’t worry about it. This takes priority!” Chang replied, “Want to know what I think? Your precious little swan will be used for prevention instead of research…”
Suddenly, Ben felt a hand touch his left shoulder. Startled, Ben turned rapidly to look and saw Richard hunched over close to him. He was dressed in a grey long sleeved button down shirt and tan slacks. The look of bewilderment filled his face.
“You shouldn’t be here, Ben”
A look of fright came across Ben’s face, “I just wanted to know what happened. I didn’t mean to… Please don’t tell Charles,” Ben pleaded.
“I don’t know what exactly happened either. I saw a large explosion, the ground collapsed around everyone that was down there as the light consumed them. They all died, Ben,” Richard explained.
Ben thought for a moment if he should tell Richard what he had witnessed but decided to keep quiet.
“Now go, hurry back to camp.” Richard advised.
“But Charles told me to go back to the barracks and pretend to be among them. Spy on them for him,” Ben explained.
Richard looked intrigued, confused and displeased all at the same time, “You go on ahead then, and be careful. They must not know you were here watching them. Pretend to know nothing. I will see you soon”
Ben nodded in agreement and trotted downhill toward the road. Richard looked concernedly back into the pit as he started to walk in the opposite direction.
Ben stayed along the tree line at the side of the dirt road so he would not be seen by anyone passing by. He felt very tired and slowed his pace. All of a sudden, a cool rush of air moved passed his face, causing him to stop short. He felt as if he was going to faint. He quickly sat down on a nearby rock to rest. He sat with his hand on his knees, and locking his arms to prop himself up. The breeze felt nice.
Suddenly, a quiet voice came from behind, “Hello Ben.”
Alarmed, Ben fell off the rock onto the ground. He looked up and saw a shadowed figure of a tall man wearing a dark robe, much like a monk. The hood was up and shadows covered his face. The man reached out to help Ben up and was holding a bottle of water in his other hand. Grasping the helping hand, Ben pulled himself up and took the bottle of water.
“Who are you?” Ben asked.
The man removed his hood to reveal himself, “My name is Walt … and you have some work to do.”
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Posting Delay
Due to some family matters that have come up, I regret to inform you that "The Pretender, Part 2" will not be posted this week. I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused. I will try to get it posted as soon as possible.
Namaste.
Namaste.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
#10 "The Pretender, Part 1"
The sound of the rain drowned out all the sounds in the room. Ben looked at Hurley and both seemed a bit nervous.
“Should we go wake the others?” Ben asked.
“No, I don’t see the need to disturb them. There is nothing we can do anyway, except wait, dude” Hurley replied as he glanced back out the window. Lightning lit up the sky, but the storm seemed to be diminishing.
“What do you think happened?” Ben inquired.
“Walt happened,” Hurley confirmed.
“You think so? This soon?” Ben questioned.
“Oh, I am sure. Which means, we need to go turn on the sonic security fence,” Hurley warned.
“What do you mean … it’s not turned on??” Ben asked very concerned.
“Walt. He is as unpredictable and unstable as he is special, man. I couldn’t risk harming him if he would’ve tried to come running back through here,” Hurley answered.
“YOU are as unstable as you are special,” Ben chided, “Hugo, you know how dangerous it is to leave the fence off.”
“Dude, the focus isn’t on me anymore now that Walt is back,” Hurley snapped, “You of all people know that.”
“What kind of a Number Two would I be if I didn’t warn you all the time, Hugo?” Ben asked. “I’m trying to protect you. There are a number of things you still don’t know about this island.”
“That’s because you won’t tell me, dude!” Hurley accused, “Every time I ask you about something, you either pretend that you don’t know, or you change the subject.”
Ben scoffed at the accusation, “I do not.”
Hurley stared back at him with discontent.
Ben moved branches out of his way as he slowly walked through the jungle. He was cautious not to make a sound as he moved. He could hear Hurley talking but could not make out what he was saying. Ben carefully moved closer to listen. He saw Hurley standing in the middle of a clearing, but there was nobody else around.
“What?” Hurley asked surprisingly, facing away from Ben.
Ben moved some branches to get a clearer look to see who Hurley was talking to but a branch broke with a snapping sound. Hurley turned to look. Ben, knowing that he was just caught spying, walked out of the brush. Hurley turned back the way he was facing and sighed, “Aw man,” as he sulked in disappointment. “Dude! Were you just spying on me?” Hurley asked as he turned back to face Ben.
Ben continued to walk toward Hurley, “Define ‘spying’?”
“Look what you did. You scared him away and now he’s gone,” Hurley whined.
“Scared who away exactly?” asked Ben, watching his step as he walked swiftly.
“Locke,” Hurley answered.
Ben stopped short in his tracks, only a short distance away from Hurley. Ben’s face had a look of shock for a moment, and then he calmly walked the few short feet to stand next to Hurley. “You’re joking,” he scoffed.
“No man, I’m not … and he said we have to go to the Temple,” Hurley advised.
“The Temple?? Why? There is nothing there, Hugo,” Ben answered quickly.
“Locke said there is more of what I need there,” Hurley informed.
Ben stared at Hurley, “Locke said? … Locke said.” Ben nodded his head, “I get it. You’re mocking me.” Ben sighed deeply, “I know you are mad at me but jeesh, you don’t have to bring him up do you?”
“Dude! I am serious, and after that, we’re gonna go get Rose and Bernard. And then, we are gonna move into those Dharma houses,” Hurley said as he started walking away, “Are you coming, or not? Cuz I could really use the help, dude.”
Ben stared blankly, “Yep.”
The two of them walked through the jungle for an hour. The sun glared through the trees like blades of fire. Hurley led the way with Ben close behind
“Do we know what we are looking for?” Ben asked.
“No, he didn’t say,” Hurley answered. “He just said I would find what I need.”
“Kind of cryptic, don’t you think?” Ben inquired, as he lost his stride while he walked on loose gravel. “I mean…” Ben chuckled, “How do you know it was even him and not the smoking pillar of death?”
“I could just tell it was him,” Hurley responded as he moved branches out of his way.
“That’s it? You could just ‘tell’? Sorry for being a bit skeptical, but that’s not very reassuring, Hugo,” Ben scoffed.
“Dude, if you could talk to dead people, you would know what I mean,” Hurley commented.
Ben stopped walking and thought for a moment, then continued walking after Hurley. “You know what? I used to be able to see dead people.”
Hurley stopped as he turned to look over at Ben for a moment, and then continued walking, “Really? Who?”
“My mother… On my 9th birthday,” Ben advised in a shallow, cold tone.
Hurley stopped walking, as did Ben. Hurley looked at him with a little compassion and said, “I’m sorry man, I – I didn’t know.”
“I never knew her. She died giving birth to me,” Ben explained, “She was the first and last ghost I ever saw.” Ben paused, “Then I met Richard.”
“So… you saw … one ghost?” Hurley asked.
“Yes, and because of that, Richard seemed to think I was special,” Ben scoffed, “So I ran with it.”
Young Ben lay quietly on the cot inside the tent where he was to heal from his gunshot wound when the ground shook. A large boom of an explosion was heard along with people screaming outside. Ben jumped out of bed. The wound felt a lot better now. He looked out the front of the tent and people were frantically rushing around. The sky was an eerie purple and pink color. A loud magnetic sound roared with intensity. People were blocking their ears and ran around without direction as if they were going completely insane. The ground continued to shake. A young Charles Whidmore rushed up to Ellie. Ben ducked back as to not be noticed.
“We have to do something! These Dharma intruders have gone too far. It ends now!” Charles yelled over the thunderous sound.
“No, we can’t!” Ellie yelled back, “We don’t know enough about this. Nor do we know what this will do to…” Ellie looked at her stomach to her unborn child.
“You are right,” Charles agreed and thought for a brief moment, “They are evacuating in submarines! Go to the docks and tell them you are pregnant! There will be too much confusion and chaos for them to care who you are!”
“But I don’t want to go, Charles! You want me to abandon my people?!” Eloise asked.
“You both will be safer! We both knew this day would come eventually, Ellie! You were going to give birth off the island anyway,” Charles advised.
“I don’t know what to do, Charles! This baby is going to die by my hands! How can I raise him knowing that?!” Ellie cried.
“No worries, darling! I have a plan,” Charles admitted.
Ellie looked up at him, “A plan?! What plan?!”
“The journal you told me about! We will use it! We know what happens now,” Charles explained, “This child … this boy needs to be protected off the island! You will see to it that he learns the sciences to explain all of this! He is the key to all of this!”
“But what about you, the island … and Richard?!” Ellie asked.
“What about Richard?!” Charles asked.
“Yes, what about Richard?!” Richard shouted as he walked up from behind them.
Charles, looking a bit shocked turned to Richard and continued to yell over the loudness, “WE have to get her out of here! She is pregnant and this is the perfect time for her to escape with the evacuees in the submarines!”
Richard turned to Ellie, “He is right, you must get out of here! You could get onboard and say you are a new recruit! When you make safe port, I am sure you can get away before they realize you are not one of them!”
The loud sounds seemed to skip on and off again. The skies remained a bright purple and pink in color but the ground no longer shook.
“What is happening to the island, Richard?” Charles asked.
Richard seemed uneasy by the question and responded, “I don’t know.”
Charles knew that Richard was not telling the truth. Instead of arguing, he decided to stay on task. “Take Eloise to the dock now, Richard! I will handle things here in her absence,” Charles demanded.
Richard looked at Charles, “What are you going to do?!” he asked.
“I am going to take control of the situation,” Charles answered. “I also expect answers when you come back,” he advised.
Richard ignored the demand and rushed Ellie off.
Ben noticed that Charles was walking toward the tent. He quickly jumped back into the bed, which had been moved around from the quakes. Charles came in and walked over to him.
“Now you listen to me, boy!” Charles shouted, “I know you were listening! There is no way with all of this confusion that you would have stayed in your bed!”
“What’s going on?” Ben shouted back as he stood up again.
Charles walked over to him. “That is precisely what you are going to find out,” Charles explained, “I have the perfect plan for you. Go back to your Initiative friends and learn all you can about what happened today.”
Young Ben nodded his head in compliance.
“Report back to me personally … regularly. I want to know what they are up to.” Charles looked down at the ground. “I am sure what they are doing is a direct violation of the treaty,” Charles said, more to himself than to Ben, “When the time comes, we will strike back at them.”
Ben smirked and replied, “Aren’t they evacuating everyone?”
Charles looked up him, “Only non-essential personnel. The scientists will remain here. Your father is a janitor, yes?”
Ben nodded, “Uh huh.”
“I am sure with the mess they created they will need people to clean up,” Charles advised, “Now go. The confusion will make it easy for you to return.”
Ben smiled subtly, and then hurried out of the tent to fulfill his quest.
To Be Continued…
“Should we go wake the others?” Ben asked.
“No, I don’t see the need to disturb them. There is nothing we can do anyway, except wait, dude” Hurley replied as he glanced back out the window. Lightning lit up the sky, but the storm seemed to be diminishing.
“What do you think happened?” Ben inquired.
“Walt happened,” Hurley confirmed.
“You think so? This soon?” Ben questioned.
“Oh, I am sure. Which means, we need to go turn on the sonic security fence,” Hurley warned.
“What do you mean … it’s not turned on??” Ben asked very concerned.
“Walt. He is as unpredictable and unstable as he is special, man. I couldn’t risk harming him if he would’ve tried to come running back through here,” Hurley answered.
“YOU are as unstable as you are special,” Ben chided, “Hugo, you know how dangerous it is to leave the fence off.”
“Dude, the focus isn’t on me anymore now that Walt is back,” Hurley snapped, “You of all people know that.”
“What kind of a Number Two would I be if I didn’t warn you all the time, Hugo?” Ben asked. “I’m trying to protect you. There are a number of things you still don’t know about this island.”
“That’s because you won’t tell me, dude!” Hurley accused, “Every time I ask you about something, you either pretend that you don’t know, or you change the subject.”
Ben scoffed at the accusation, “I do not.”
Hurley stared back at him with discontent.
2007
Ben moved branches out of his way as he slowly walked through the jungle. He was cautious not to make a sound as he moved. He could hear Hurley talking but could not make out what he was saying. Ben carefully moved closer to listen. He saw Hurley standing in the middle of a clearing, but there was nobody else around.
“What?” Hurley asked surprisingly, facing away from Ben.
Ben moved some branches to get a clearer look to see who Hurley was talking to but a branch broke with a snapping sound. Hurley turned to look. Ben, knowing that he was just caught spying, walked out of the brush. Hurley turned back the way he was facing and sighed, “Aw man,” as he sulked in disappointment. “Dude! Were you just spying on me?” Hurley asked as he turned back to face Ben.
Ben continued to walk toward Hurley, “Define ‘spying’?”
“Look what you did. You scared him away and now he’s gone,” Hurley whined.
“Scared who away exactly?” asked Ben, watching his step as he walked swiftly.
“Locke,” Hurley answered.
Ben stopped short in his tracks, only a short distance away from Hurley. Ben’s face had a look of shock for a moment, and then he calmly walked the few short feet to stand next to Hurley. “You’re joking,” he scoffed.
“No man, I’m not … and he said we have to go to the Temple,” Hurley advised.
“The Temple?? Why? There is nothing there, Hugo,” Ben answered quickly.
“Locke said there is more of what I need there,” Hurley informed.
Ben stared at Hurley, “Locke said? … Locke said.” Ben nodded his head, “I get it. You’re mocking me.” Ben sighed deeply, “I know you are mad at me but jeesh, you don’t have to bring him up do you?”
“Dude! I am serious, and after that, we’re gonna go get Rose and Bernard. And then, we are gonna move into those Dharma houses,” Hurley said as he started walking away, “Are you coming, or not? Cuz I could really use the help, dude.”
Ben stared blankly, “Yep.”
The two of them walked through the jungle for an hour. The sun glared through the trees like blades of fire. Hurley led the way with Ben close behind
“Do we know what we are looking for?” Ben asked.
“No, he didn’t say,” Hurley answered. “He just said I would find what I need.”
“Kind of cryptic, don’t you think?” Ben inquired, as he lost his stride while he walked on loose gravel. “I mean…” Ben chuckled, “How do you know it was even him and not the smoking pillar of death?”
“I could just tell it was him,” Hurley responded as he moved branches out of his way.
“That’s it? You could just ‘tell’? Sorry for being a bit skeptical, but that’s not very reassuring, Hugo,” Ben scoffed.
“Dude, if you could talk to dead people, you would know what I mean,” Hurley commented.
Ben stopped walking and thought for a moment, then continued walking after Hurley. “You know what? I used to be able to see dead people.”
Hurley stopped as he turned to look over at Ben for a moment, and then continued walking, “Really? Who?”
“My mother… On my 9th birthday,” Ben advised in a shallow, cold tone.
Hurley stopped walking, as did Ben. Hurley looked at him with a little compassion and said, “I’m sorry man, I – I didn’t know.”
“I never knew her. She died giving birth to me,” Ben explained, “She was the first and last ghost I ever saw.” Ben paused, “Then I met Richard.”
“So… you saw … one ghost?” Hurley asked.
“Yes, and because of that, Richard seemed to think I was special,” Ben scoffed, “So I ran with it.”
1977
Young Ben lay quietly on the cot inside the tent where he was to heal from his gunshot wound when the ground shook. A large boom of an explosion was heard along with people screaming outside. Ben jumped out of bed. The wound felt a lot better now. He looked out the front of the tent and people were frantically rushing around. The sky was an eerie purple and pink color. A loud magnetic sound roared with intensity. People were blocking their ears and ran around without direction as if they were going completely insane. The ground continued to shake. A young Charles Whidmore rushed up to Ellie. Ben ducked back as to not be noticed.
“We have to do something! These Dharma intruders have gone too far. It ends now!” Charles yelled over the thunderous sound.
“No, we can’t!” Ellie yelled back, “We don’t know enough about this. Nor do we know what this will do to…” Ellie looked at her stomach to her unborn child.
“You are right,” Charles agreed and thought for a brief moment, “They are evacuating in submarines! Go to the docks and tell them you are pregnant! There will be too much confusion and chaos for them to care who you are!”
“But I don’t want to go, Charles! You want me to abandon my people?!” Eloise asked.
“You both will be safer! We both knew this day would come eventually, Ellie! You were going to give birth off the island anyway,” Charles advised.
“I don’t know what to do, Charles! This baby is going to die by my hands! How can I raise him knowing that?!” Ellie cried.
“No worries, darling! I have a plan,” Charles admitted.
Ellie looked up at him, “A plan?! What plan?!”
“The journal you told me about! We will use it! We know what happens now,” Charles explained, “This child … this boy needs to be protected off the island! You will see to it that he learns the sciences to explain all of this! He is the key to all of this!”
“But what about you, the island … and Richard?!” Ellie asked.
“What about Richard?!” Charles asked.
“Yes, what about Richard?!” Richard shouted as he walked up from behind them.
Charles, looking a bit shocked turned to Richard and continued to yell over the loudness, “WE have to get her out of here! She is pregnant and this is the perfect time for her to escape with the evacuees in the submarines!”
Richard turned to Ellie, “He is right, you must get out of here! You could get onboard and say you are a new recruit! When you make safe port, I am sure you can get away before they realize you are not one of them!”
The loud sounds seemed to skip on and off again. The skies remained a bright purple and pink in color but the ground no longer shook.
“What is happening to the island, Richard?” Charles asked.
Richard seemed uneasy by the question and responded, “I don’t know.”
Charles knew that Richard was not telling the truth. Instead of arguing, he decided to stay on task. “Take Eloise to the dock now, Richard! I will handle things here in her absence,” Charles demanded.
Richard looked at Charles, “What are you going to do?!” he asked.
“I am going to take control of the situation,” Charles answered. “I also expect answers when you come back,” he advised.
Richard ignored the demand and rushed Ellie off.
Ben noticed that Charles was walking toward the tent. He quickly jumped back into the bed, which had been moved around from the quakes. Charles came in and walked over to him.
“Now you listen to me, boy!” Charles shouted, “I know you were listening! There is no way with all of this confusion that you would have stayed in your bed!”
“What’s going on?” Ben shouted back as he stood up again.
Charles walked over to him. “That is precisely what you are going to find out,” Charles explained, “I have the perfect plan for you. Go back to your Initiative friends and learn all you can about what happened today.”
Young Ben nodded his head in compliance.
“Report back to me personally … regularly. I want to know what they are up to.” Charles looked down at the ground. “I am sure what they are doing is a direct violation of the treaty,” Charles said, more to himself than to Ben, “When the time comes, we will strike back at them.”
Ben smirked and replied, “Aren’t they evacuating everyone?”
Charles looked up him, “Only non-essential personnel. The scientists will remain here. Your father is a janitor, yes?”
Ben nodded, “Uh huh.”
“I am sure with the mess they created they will need people to clean up,” Charles advised, “Now go. The confusion will make it easy for you to return.”
Ben smiled subtly, and then hurried out of the tent to fulfill his quest.
To Be Continued…
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
#09 "Someone to Watch Over Me"
2007
Hurley moved branches out of his way as he walked nonchalantly through the jungle. Ben, soaked from the ocean, chased after him.
“Wait, Hugo,” Ben called out, but Hurley did not stop or respond. Ben confusedly, shouted “Hugo!? Hey! What’s wrong??”
Out of frustration, Hurley could not decide where to go or what to do. He turned to Ben and replied, “Just go away and leave me alone for a while, dude.”
“Why? What did I do?” Ben asked.
Hurley shook his head and sighed, “You disappeared on me, man! You didn’t tell me what you were up to. I am the top guy now. I kinda need to know all the plans and stuff.”
Ben, with the look of extreme disappointment on his face, stared back at him. “Oh, I’m sorry. Here I am thinking that I was doing the right thing by getting the boat for Desmond. It was the least I could do for him considering what I put him through.”
Hurley took a couple of steps toward Ben and tried to keep his own disappointment from showing. “It’s not what you did, Ben. Yes. I agree. It was the right thing to do, but c’mon man … can you just clue me in next time? Please?”
Ben sulked. His head yielded the glare Hurley was giving him and nodded as he replied, “Sure…and I’m sorry, Hugo.”
“Yeah, me too,” Hurley answered with another sigh as he turned to walk away.
“What do you want me to do??” Ben asked.
“Go dry off in the sun on the beach or somethin’. I just need to be alone for a bit,” Hurley answered as he walked away, farther into the jungle.
Hurley made his way to the caves where he once stayed with the other survivors of the flight 815 crash. Parched from the walk and high noon sun, he went inside to the running spring for a drink. The cave was much cooler and mustier smelling than he had remembered. Hurley cupped his hands under the small waterfall and took a drink, then splashed his face. The cool water was refreshing as Hurley closed his eyes to enjoy it.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash from a rock that dropped behind him. The echo filled the cave for a brief moment. Hurley whipped around only to find nothing there.
“Hello?” he called out, “Ben, is that you??” but there was no response. The sound of the waterfall could only be heard. Hurley slowly looked over at the skeletal bodies, known to him as Adam and Eve, lying in the aperture in the wall where they were laid to rest.
“Did you guys hear that?” The sound of water splashing against stone was the only reply.
Hurley gulped with nervousness.
“C’mon Ben, this isn’t funny, man!” he said as he walked slowly to the opening of the cave. Another sound of rocks moving and falling rang through the cave. Hurley skeptically moved forward, peeking out of the opening to see what was lurking outside. Instantly, a large, brown-feathered bird leaped to the sky, frightened by the site of him. Hurley gasped in shock as he fell to the ground when the bird passed by his head.
Hurley lay face down for a moment in the loose grass and mud, completely embarrassed by what had happened. Realizing this could compromise the integrity of his new role on the island, he sat up. He looked around hoping that Ben had not seen him. At first, Hurley chuckled at himself. The laughter made its way to tears, tears of helplessness.
“Is that any way for a guardian to act?” a familiar voice asked.
Hurley turned to see who spoke and froze in shock. He could not believe his eyes. In the distance, wearing army green pants, hiking boots, a matching green hunting vest over a tan t-shirt, was none other than John Locke. He stared back at Hurley with a coy smile. His left hand was holding the strap of the pack on his back. Stunned motionless, Hurley wondered if what he was looking at was the real John Locke, or had the black smoke returned. He blinked his eyes hard twice to refocus and looked back. Locke smiled in acknowledgement as he lifted his right hand to give a two-fingered salute just above his right eye, and then walked off into the jungle.
When he realized it really could have been Locke, Hurley rushed to get up as quickly as he could. “Wait!” he shouted, “Wait! Locke!” Once to his feet, he ran as fast as he could in the direction Locke had gone. He pushed branches out of his way as he ran, but there was no sign of Locke. Hurley slowed his pace in disappointment. “Locke?!” he cried out again as he moved more of the brush from his path. Again, there was no response to his cries.
Hurley came to a clearing in the middle of the jungle. Out of breath, he sat on a nearby fallen tree log. The sun shined through the forest, lighting up the area as a breeze moved the treetops. Frustrated and thinking that he had lost his mind, Hurley started to whimper. He tried to hold back, but it was no use. The events of the past few days finally had taken its toll. He bowed his head and let the tears fall.
Sounds of someone walking came from behind. Hurley opened his eyes widely and wiped the tears away. He turned his head.
“Now, I thought I asked … is that any way for a guardian to act?”
Hurley’s jaw dropped, “Locke…” he said with a relieving sigh.
Locke smiled calmly as he put one leg on the log close to where Hurley was sitting and replied, “Hello, Hugo”.
Very concerned, Hurley asked, “Is it really you?”
“I’m sure you’re able to tell the difference between a dead person like me versus say, an imposter, Hugo.” Locke answered with a comforting tone.
“Dude! It is you!!” Hurley shouted with glee. Then sudden confusion came over him and asked, “Why are you here?”
“Because, Hugo, you have work to do,” Locke responded.
Locke straddled the log and took some guava out of his backpack. He then took out a hunting knife and proceeded to peel the fruit.
“I know what you are gonna say, dude,” Hurley started, “that I am not cut out for this. Protecting the island is important and I don’t have the experience needed to do it.”
“On the contrary,” Locke chuckled, “You are the only right person for this job and precisely what this island needs right now.”
Hurley smiled, “Thanks, but I’m not too sure.”
“That’s why I’m here, Hugo. To help you realize that,” Locke advised.
“How? I don’t know anything about survival. I always sat back and let everyone else do that,” Hurley claimed.
“What you need is a few things, Hugo… like confidence. But first, you need to eat.” Locke handed Hurley a perfectly peeled guava. “Here. I certainly don’t need it,” Locke smiled.
Hurley bit into the freshly picked fruit. It tasted perfectly ripe. The juices practically exploded in his mouth, instantly soothing him. Locke smiled with admiration, and then looked in the distance.
“Now, what I am about to tell you is very important. It may not be easy for you to hear, but you must, and there is not much time,” Locke warned. “You have a gift, but you already know that. Not only can you see people who have died, you also know how to take care of people,” Locke continued, “You need to start a community, and keep them safe. The rest of the survival parts will come a lot easier than you realize.”
“How do I do that?” Hurley asked, chewing on a piece of guava.
“There are people here already to start you off,” Locke answered, “More people will come in time. Watch them.”
“You mean Rose and Bernard?” Hurley swallowed.
“To start. You need to go to the temple,” John advised, “There you will find more of what you need.”
“How can I keep them safe? I nearly ran scared after seeing you.” Hurley admitted.
Locke chuckled, “If you feel you don’t have the strength within you my friend, then you can always rely on the technology around you.” Locke leaned forward to talk more seriously. “You must keep them, as well as this island, safe, Hugo.”
Hurley gulped in anticipation of what was going to be said next.
“Good cannot exist without the presence of evil. It’s all about balance,” Locke continued, “Once the scale starts to tip, then the opposing side compensates to keep that balance. People will come and try to take the island from you. There will be times of hard decisions. Sacrifices will need to be made to protect this sacred place. You will have to live with the decisions you make the rest of your … possibly very, very long life here.”
Hurley stared at Locke and muttered, “Great.”
The late afternoon sun peered through the trees. Locke looked up and closed his eyes. “I don’t have long, Hugo.”
“What? Why?” Hurley asked.
“I am not the only one here, but you know that,” Locke advised, “I am not with them, and unfortunately my time here is very limited.”
“Dude, you just got here. Please don’t dump all this information on me then take off,” Hurley pleaded.
“I am just passing through to check in on you before I move on. I’m sorry, Hugo. I don’t make the rules,” Locke responded.
“Wait…” Hurley paused, “I do.”
Locke smiled, “There you go, you are finally starting to get it.” He stood up from straddling the log. “This island is every bit of special, as you are. It is the source, the light that is in all of us. You are partners. If you listen, it will tell you what it needs. If you give the island what it needs, it will give back to you. Watch, listen, and learn.”
Hurley looked up at Locke, “Dude… do you mean what I think you mean?”
Locke put his hand on Hurley’s shoulder. “You better get a move on.”
“Should I go get Ben and bring him too?” Hurley asked, more accepting of his challenge.
“Ben needs to be watched also, Hugo. Anyone can take redemption upon him or her, but for someone like him … well let’s just say I would be surprised,” Locke recommended.
“I know he killed you so you have some resentment towards him. I have to have faith in him. I need his help,” Hurley claimed as he stood up.
“No, Hugo, I have no resentment. Rest assured that when he took my life he had a small amount of enjoyment in it. He did think he was doing everything for the island, however misguided it was.” Locke seemed to get visibly frustrated. “When I died I was left with the feeling of uncertainty. I didn’t know what the purpose was. The burning question of ‘Why’ filled my soul,” Locke explained, “It took some time to realize what that purpose was.”
Hurley waited a moment, then asked, “What, dude?”
Locke looked at Hurley and smiled, “My destiny in that life was to die … not to bring you all back here … but to watch over you.”
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
#08 "Hallow"
“What now?” Walt asked as he looked to the ghost of his father.
“Only you can answer that, son,” Michael replied. They both stood face to face at the old abandoned beach camp. The wind had noticeably picked up as it blew through the trees and was the only sound that could be heard, apart from crashing waves.
“I don’t understand,” Walt admitted.
“There are a lot of things you won’t understand because they can’t really be explained,” Michael clarified, “You have to be sure to ask the right questions because more answers lead to even more questions. You must realize that sometimes you have to have faith … and trust your instincts.”
“No, I meant I don’t understand how I’m the only one who can answer my own questions. That doesn’t make sense, dad,” Walt explained.
“It doesn’t make sense now, but it will,” Michael answered.
“I don’t remember you talking like this before,” Walt said skeptically.
“I’ve had a long time to think about things while I was waiting for you,” Michael added.
The ocean waves started to increase in intensity as they crashed upon the beach. The skies were clear as the sun shined down, yet the wind still blew from the ocean.
“What’s going on?” Walt asked.
“It’s the island.” Michael answered.
“What?” Walt asked in confusion.
“Let’s get off the beach. We need to walk inland,” Michael stated as he started to walk into the jungle, but Walt stood motionless, “C’mon Walt. You want answers they are this way.”
Walt followed Michael into the jungle reluctantly. The wind cut through the treetops, which rustled the leaves loudly. Michael walked at a steady pace through the brush and Walt tried to keep up behind him. A few feet later, Walt lost sight of him. He continued on in the same direction at a full speed run. A minute later, he came to a clearing and stopped short. The sun shined through the forest, lighting up the area where Michael stood eerily in the middle. Michael lifted his arm quickly to point at something in a nearby tree. Walt looked in the direction he was pointing to find mango trees. With a smile he looked back at his father, but he was not there. Michael had vanished. Walt looked around and shouted, “Dad??”
The wind still came through the trees and whispers could be heard. Walt felt a chill in the air, as the whispers grew louder. Faintly ‘He is the one’ could be heard repeating in the whispers that now came from all directions. Walt stood motionless, watching and waiting. The whispers seemed to dance around him, spinning. ‘He is the one, he is the one’ they repeated, sometimes sounding reversed. Walt turned around trying to see where they were coming from. He cried out “Who are you?? What do you want?? Dad!! Where are you??”
“I’m right here son,” Walt jumped when he saw his father standing right next to him. The whispers dissipated into the wind. Michael looked into the distance as if watching them leave.
“What was that? Where did you go?” Walt asked.
“What do you mean? I was showing you food so you can eat. You need to eat up now. You are going to need energy.” Michael explained.
“Then you disappeared into thin air right in front of me,” Walt informed.
“I did? Are you sure?” Michael asked sounding confused.
“Stop playin’ around like you don’t know,” Walt warned, “It’s not funny.”
“Walt, as far as I know, I didn’t go anywhere,” Michael pleaded.
“What about the whispers then? Do you know about that?” Walt inquired.
Michael smiled, “Ah, that explains it. You heard the whispers. Did I look strange to you before I disappeared?”
“Yes. Kinda. You didn’t speak. You just pointed to the tree and you looked kinda creepy,” Walt elaborated.
“Mangos,” Michael said.
“Mangos?” Walt asked.
“Yes,” Michael pointed to the tree again, “Mangos. You must eat them.”
“Dad, I need to know, “Walt pleaded, “What are the whispers?”
Michael sighed, “I know, son. You do need to know, but first, I need you to understand that I never wanted this to happen. This life, I wanted so much better for you,” Michael motioned to the mango tree again, “Pick one, then come here and sit. I will tell you what you need to know.”
Walt walked to the tree, climbed up and picked the two ripest mangos he could find. He jumped back down and looked over to his father, who was standing next to a fallen tree. With a sigh of relief, he hurried back to the fallen tree in anticipation of what he was about to be told.
“Here,” Walt said handing one of the mangos to his father.
With a chuckle Michael responded, “I don’t need that, son. I appreciate the thought but I don’t have to eat.”
“Oh,” Walt replied in disappointment.
“I do miss it though. Taste. Smell,” Michael sighed, “among other things.”
Michael sat down on the log and Walt sat next to him.
“What’s it like … being … uh, dead?” Walt reluctantly asked as he ripped open the mango and took a bite.
“Well, the best way I can explain it is the feeling within your soul,” Michael started as he stared out into the woods, “Its like I can feel things in my heart … or like a mood. When I saw you I felt happy and excited to see you. A definite change from the sorrow and despair I have been feeling for so long.” Michael continued, “But like I said I can’t smell or taste. I can’t even really feel anything I touch. I know something is there but I can’t feel the sensation of hot, cold, and texture.”
“And you can disappear also.” Walt added as he chewed on the mango.
“Yea that’s a completely different thing entirely,” Michael advised, “I can go anywhere I want, at any time, as long as it is on this island.”
Walt stopped chewing, “You can’t ever leave?”
“I don’t know. I am somehow tied to this place, trapped somehow,” Michael grumbled.
Walt cleared his throat, “Are you saying this is Hell?”
Michael froze and had a big look of fear on his face, “I don’t know. It is for me.”
“Are you here because of what you did to those two women?” Walt inquired.
“Anna Lucia and Libby. All the terrible things I did to get you back. That’s why I need your help, son.”
“My help??” Walt said in shock, “What am I supposed to do??”
“Time will tell I suppose. I don’t have all the answers, Walt. I wish I did,” Michael said as he looked at the ground in disappointment.
“What about the whispers, Dad? What are they and can they do anything?” asked Walt.
Michael closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Walt could easily tell this was all very difficult for him.
“There are other like me here. Stuck on this island and can’t move on,” Michael started, “Some have been here for thousands of years. Some are more recent. We can’t really be seen in the same spot at the same time, like how you see me now … yet we seem to travel together. The older … stronger ones are tormented, so they make us all suffer.”
The wind continued to move the treetops around them. Walt sat there for a while as he tried to take it all in. He looked down at his hand that was holding the half eaten mango, but he didn’t have the desire to continue eating. He couldn’t begin to comprehend what his father had gone through. The only thing he could think to say in response was, “I’m sorry, Dad.”
“I know it’s overwhelming, son, but there is no need to be sorry for me. You are here now.”
The sunlight started to dwindle through the jungle. Michael looked up at the sky as he stood up.
He looked down at Walt and said, “The sun is setting. Come with me. There is more for you to see.”
Walt sat bewildered, shaking his head. “More?” he asked, “and how is the sun setting already?”
“Well, that is something else I can’t really answer,” Michael replied, “I really hope you can find out.”
“Find out?” Walt asked, “How?”
Michael knelt down facing him, “You are very special, Walt. I know you have heard that before.” Michael put his hand on Walt’s knee, “I just never knew how special you were when I was alive. I mean, you have a gift,” Michael smiled.
“A gift? I keep hearing that I’m special. Hurley and Ben keep saying it. The doctors and nurses at Santa Rosa… John Locke said it. Mom and Brian used to say it,” Walt said, as he got a little frustrated.
Michael looked into Walt’s eyes, “You can see me… Not everyone can see me, but you can.”
“Hurley can also,” Walt stated.
“Yes he can. He is also very special, but not as special as you,” Michael explained, “Walk with me and I will explain.”
Michael grabbed Walt’s hand and pulled him up. The two walked off into the jungle. An hour walk later, they came to a stream. The moonlight was the only source of light. Michael stopped at the top of the embankment looking at the water as the light shimmered off.
“We have to go this way,” Michael advised pointing up stream.
Walt looked at him confused, “Why not walk along the stream? It’s easier. There’s no--”
“I can’t touch the water,” Michael snapped, “So, we have to go this way.”
“Why not? And why is it so dark already?” Walt asked.
“The water is special. Just like you and just like this island,” Michael explained, “Time is different here. To me, there are times it seems like an eternity has gone by since I have seen you. Other times it feels like I just died on that freighter yesterday. Time works differently for me than it does for you normally… but now, on this island … time is altered for you as well.”
“Where is that light coming from?” Walt said as he pointed upstream.
“What light? All I see is the moon.” Michael answered.
“This way!” Walt said as he ran along the embankment.
Walt ran toward the light. It was only a few paces until he reached his destination. There ahead was a cave enveloping the stream that had an unimaginably bright light bellowing out from within. Walt continued towards it.
“Walt! Wait! Where are you going?” Michael asked.
“To look at the light. Look at it. It’s beautiful. I – I – I can’t keep my eyes off it. I want to go in the cave.” Walt said, mesmerized.
“What light, Walt?” Michael asked.
“In the cave. Don’t you see it?” Walt wondered, as he gazed into the light.
“No, son, I don’t.” Michael sighed, “Knowing that you can see it confirms how special you really are.”
Walt turned to Michael and looked him dead in the eyes, realizing what he had to do.
“I forgive you, Dad.”
A bolt of lightning flashed from nowhere and thunder crashed. Rain started to pour down on top of Michael and Walt.
“What did you say?” Michael asked in shock.
“I said I forgive you, Dad.” Walt repeated.
Instantly Michael saw flashes of Walt as a child. Visions flashed before his eyes of holding him for the first time, seeing him at 2 years old, seeing him crashed on the beach. Saving him.
“It was always for you, son. I love you, Walt” Michael exclaimed warmly.
“I love you too, Dad.” Walt answered.
Michael’s eyes opened widely. An excited smile came about his face. “I see it! Oh Walt, I can see the light!!”
“You can forgive yourself now. I saw you beating yourself up. You made this place your Hell for long enough.” Walt explained.
“You have to come with me, son. You are special and there is work for you to do.” Michael pleaded, “You can feel it pulling you in can’t you?”
Walt nodded in agreement.
Lightning flashed wildly…the thunder and rain crashed down. The stream started to rise with the fresh rainwater.
“Come on! Get into the cave and out of the rain.” Michael urged.
They both walked into the stream and into the cave. The water continued to rise and became more forceful as it pushed Walt further inside.
Michael looked at Walt, “Son, I have to leave now.”
“I know,” Walt smiled nervously, “ So do I.”
Michael seemed to drift closer to the waterfall but his legs were not moving, as if he was floating. Walt walked toward him extending his arms. Michael reached out and grabbed on.
They embraced one last time as they both went over the waterfall. A deafening, vibrating sound was expelled as they were both were consumed by the light.
“Only you can answer that, son,” Michael replied. They both stood face to face at the old abandoned beach camp. The wind had noticeably picked up as it blew through the trees and was the only sound that could be heard, apart from crashing waves.
“I don’t understand,” Walt admitted.
“There are a lot of things you won’t understand because they can’t really be explained,” Michael clarified, “You have to be sure to ask the right questions because more answers lead to even more questions. You must realize that sometimes you have to have faith … and trust your instincts.”
“No, I meant I don’t understand how I’m the only one who can answer my own questions. That doesn’t make sense, dad,” Walt explained.
“It doesn’t make sense now, but it will,” Michael answered.
“I don’t remember you talking like this before,” Walt said skeptically.
“I’ve had a long time to think about things while I was waiting for you,” Michael added.
The ocean waves started to increase in intensity as they crashed upon the beach. The skies were clear as the sun shined down, yet the wind still blew from the ocean.
“What’s going on?” Walt asked.
“It’s the island.” Michael answered.
“What?” Walt asked in confusion.
“Let’s get off the beach. We need to walk inland,” Michael stated as he started to walk into the jungle, but Walt stood motionless, “C’mon Walt. You want answers they are this way.”
Walt followed Michael into the jungle reluctantly. The wind cut through the treetops, which rustled the leaves loudly. Michael walked at a steady pace through the brush and Walt tried to keep up behind him. A few feet later, Walt lost sight of him. He continued on in the same direction at a full speed run. A minute later, he came to a clearing and stopped short. The sun shined through the forest, lighting up the area where Michael stood eerily in the middle. Michael lifted his arm quickly to point at something in a nearby tree. Walt looked in the direction he was pointing to find mango trees. With a smile he looked back at his father, but he was not there. Michael had vanished. Walt looked around and shouted, “Dad??”
The wind still came through the trees and whispers could be heard. Walt felt a chill in the air, as the whispers grew louder. Faintly ‘He is the one’ could be heard repeating in the whispers that now came from all directions. Walt stood motionless, watching and waiting. The whispers seemed to dance around him, spinning. ‘He is the one, he is the one’ they repeated, sometimes sounding reversed. Walt turned around trying to see where they were coming from. He cried out “Who are you?? What do you want?? Dad!! Where are you??”
“I’m right here son,” Walt jumped when he saw his father standing right next to him. The whispers dissipated into the wind. Michael looked into the distance as if watching them leave.
“What was that? Where did you go?” Walt asked.
“What do you mean? I was showing you food so you can eat. You need to eat up now. You are going to need energy.” Michael explained.
“Then you disappeared into thin air right in front of me,” Walt informed.
“I did? Are you sure?” Michael asked sounding confused.
“Stop playin’ around like you don’t know,” Walt warned, “It’s not funny.”
“Walt, as far as I know, I didn’t go anywhere,” Michael pleaded.
“What about the whispers then? Do you know about that?” Walt inquired.
Michael smiled, “Ah, that explains it. You heard the whispers. Did I look strange to you before I disappeared?”
“Yes. Kinda. You didn’t speak. You just pointed to the tree and you looked kinda creepy,” Walt elaborated.
“Mangos,” Michael said.
“Mangos?” Walt asked.
“Yes,” Michael pointed to the tree again, “Mangos. You must eat them.”
“Dad, I need to know, “Walt pleaded, “What are the whispers?”
Michael sighed, “I know, son. You do need to know, but first, I need you to understand that I never wanted this to happen. This life, I wanted so much better for you,” Michael motioned to the mango tree again, “Pick one, then come here and sit. I will tell you what you need to know.”
Walt walked to the tree, climbed up and picked the two ripest mangos he could find. He jumped back down and looked over to his father, who was standing next to a fallen tree. With a sigh of relief, he hurried back to the fallen tree in anticipation of what he was about to be told.
“Here,” Walt said handing one of the mangos to his father.
With a chuckle Michael responded, “I don’t need that, son. I appreciate the thought but I don’t have to eat.”
“Oh,” Walt replied in disappointment.
“I do miss it though. Taste. Smell,” Michael sighed, “among other things.”
Michael sat down on the log and Walt sat next to him.
“What’s it like … being … uh, dead?” Walt reluctantly asked as he ripped open the mango and took a bite.
“Well, the best way I can explain it is the feeling within your soul,” Michael started as he stared out into the woods, “Its like I can feel things in my heart … or like a mood. When I saw you I felt happy and excited to see you. A definite change from the sorrow and despair I have been feeling for so long.” Michael continued, “But like I said I can’t smell or taste. I can’t even really feel anything I touch. I know something is there but I can’t feel the sensation of hot, cold, and texture.”
“And you can disappear also.” Walt added as he chewed on the mango.
“Yea that’s a completely different thing entirely,” Michael advised, “I can go anywhere I want, at any time, as long as it is on this island.”
Walt stopped chewing, “You can’t ever leave?”
“I don’t know. I am somehow tied to this place, trapped somehow,” Michael grumbled.
Walt cleared his throat, “Are you saying this is Hell?”
Michael froze and had a big look of fear on his face, “I don’t know. It is for me.”
“Are you here because of what you did to those two women?” Walt inquired.
“Anna Lucia and Libby. All the terrible things I did to get you back. That’s why I need your help, son.”
“My help??” Walt said in shock, “What am I supposed to do??”
“Time will tell I suppose. I don’t have all the answers, Walt. I wish I did,” Michael said as he looked at the ground in disappointment.
“What about the whispers, Dad? What are they and can they do anything?” asked Walt.
Michael closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Walt could easily tell this was all very difficult for him.
“There are other like me here. Stuck on this island and can’t move on,” Michael started, “Some have been here for thousands of years. Some are more recent. We can’t really be seen in the same spot at the same time, like how you see me now … yet we seem to travel together. The older … stronger ones are tormented, so they make us all suffer.”
The wind continued to move the treetops around them. Walt sat there for a while as he tried to take it all in. He looked down at his hand that was holding the half eaten mango, but he didn’t have the desire to continue eating. He couldn’t begin to comprehend what his father had gone through. The only thing he could think to say in response was, “I’m sorry, Dad.”
“I know it’s overwhelming, son, but there is no need to be sorry for me. You are here now.”
The sunlight started to dwindle through the jungle. Michael looked up at the sky as he stood up.
He looked down at Walt and said, “The sun is setting. Come with me. There is more for you to see.”
Walt sat bewildered, shaking his head. “More?” he asked, “and how is the sun setting already?”
“Well, that is something else I can’t really answer,” Michael replied, “I really hope you can find out.”
“Find out?” Walt asked, “How?”
Michael knelt down facing him, “You are very special, Walt. I know you have heard that before.” Michael put his hand on Walt’s knee, “I just never knew how special you were when I was alive. I mean, you have a gift,” Michael smiled.
“A gift? I keep hearing that I’m special. Hurley and Ben keep saying it. The doctors and nurses at Santa Rosa… John Locke said it. Mom and Brian used to say it,” Walt said, as he got a little frustrated.
Michael looked into Walt’s eyes, “You can see me… Not everyone can see me, but you can.”
“Hurley can also,” Walt stated.
“Yes he can. He is also very special, but not as special as you,” Michael explained, “Walk with me and I will explain.”
Michael grabbed Walt’s hand and pulled him up. The two walked off into the jungle. An hour walk later, they came to a stream. The moonlight was the only source of light. Michael stopped at the top of the embankment looking at the water as the light shimmered off.
“We have to go this way,” Michael advised pointing up stream.
Walt looked at him confused, “Why not walk along the stream? It’s easier. There’s no--”
“I can’t touch the water,” Michael snapped, “So, we have to go this way.”
“Why not? And why is it so dark already?” Walt asked.
“The water is special. Just like you and just like this island,” Michael explained, “Time is different here. To me, there are times it seems like an eternity has gone by since I have seen you. Other times it feels like I just died on that freighter yesterday. Time works differently for me than it does for you normally… but now, on this island … time is altered for you as well.”
“Where is that light coming from?” Walt said as he pointed upstream.
“What light? All I see is the moon.” Michael answered.
“This way!” Walt said as he ran along the embankment.
Walt ran toward the light. It was only a few paces until he reached his destination. There ahead was a cave enveloping the stream that had an unimaginably bright light bellowing out from within. Walt continued towards it.
“Walt! Wait! Where are you going?” Michael asked.
“To look at the light. Look at it. It’s beautiful. I – I – I can’t keep my eyes off it. I want to go in the cave.” Walt said, mesmerized.
“What light, Walt?” Michael asked.
“In the cave. Don’t you see it?” Walt wondered, as he gazed into the light.
“No, son, I don’t.” Michael sighed, “Knowing that you can see it confirms how special you really are.”
Walt turned to Michael and looked him dead in the eyes, realizing what he had to do.
“I forgive you, Dad.”
A bolt of lightning flashed from nowhere and thunder crashed. Rain started to pour down on top of Michael and Walt.
“What did you say?” Michael asked in shock.
“I said I forgive you, Dad.” Walt repeated.
Instantly Michael saw flashes of Walt as a child. Visions flashed before his eyes of holding him for the first time, seeing him at 2 years old, seeing him crashed on the beach. Saving him.
“It was always for you, son. I love you, Walt” Michael exclaimed warmly.
“I love you too, Dad.” Walt answered.
Michael’s eyes opened widely. An excited smile came about his face. “I see it! Oh Walt, I can see the light!!”
“You can forgive yourself now. I saw you beating yourself up. You made this place your Hell for long enough.” Walt explained.
“You have to come with me, son. You are special and there is work for you to do.” Michael pleaded, “You can feel it pulling you in can’t you?”
Walt nodded in agreement.
Lightning flashed wildly…the thunder and rain crashed down. The stream started to rise with the fresh rainwater.
“Come on! Get into the cave and out of the rain.” Michael urged.
They both walked into the stream and into the cave. The water continued to rise and became more forceful as it pushed Walt further inside.
Michael looked at Walt, “Son, I have to leave now.”
“I know,” Walt smiled nervously, “ So do I.”
Michael seemed to drift closer to the waterfall but his legs were not moving, as if he was floating. Walt walked toward him extending his arms. Michael reached out and grabbed on.
They embraced one last time as they both went over the waterfall. A deafening, vibrating sound was expelled as they were both were consumed by the light.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
#07 "When It Rains, It Pours"
Hurley got out of bed as thunder crashed outside. The flashes of lightning lit up the room like a strobe light. The rain was loud as it hit the rooftops, drowning out any other noises except the thunder. He walked to Ben’s room and opened the door. The bed was unmade but Ben was not there. Hurley, very concerned, flicked on the light switch in the hallway, but the overhead light did not turn on. He headed into the living room guided only by the flashes of the lightning.
The living room was also empty. Hurley attempted to turn on another light for good measure but was unsuccessful, confirming the cabin’s power failure. The lightning flashed again and Hurley noticed a shadow on the wall. He turned to see Ben standing by the doorway, soaking wet.
“Hello Hugo”
Startled, Hurley jumped and shouted, “Dude!”
“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Ben responded.
“Well, you did. What are you doing man?” Hurley asked anxiously.
“The storm knocked the power out. I went to check on the others.” Ben explained as water dripped down his face.
Hurley grabbed a blanket that had been thrown on the couch. He tossed it to the water logged Ben, “Here, dry yourself off,” and sat down on the couch, “How are the others?”
“Rose and Bernard are sleeping through it. Cindy is taking care of Emma and Zach. They’re a bit scared of the storm after what happened during the last major storm,” Ben advised as he dried his hair with the blanket, “I had to try and convince them the island won’t shake apart this time. Not to mention their concern for Walt, since he didn’t return. Now, if you don’t mind, I am going to change into dry clothes.”
“Yea, good call. They can all come over here if it’ll make ‘em feel safer,” Hurley explained with concern as Ben walked down the hall, “Actually that would be best. With the power out all over the community, the sonic fence is also without power.”
Ben stopped in his tracks, “Agreed. Sounds like we have a busy day ahead of us.” Visually disturbed, he continued to his room.
The flashes of lightning seemed to grow with intensity and the thunder crashed louder. Hurley grew anxious. An overwhelming feeling overtook him. He stood up from the couch and walked to the window to look outside. The clouds looked strange as the lightning flashed. The intensity of the light almost seemed unnatural.
The night sky seemed strange to Hurley as he looked out the window of Rose and Bernard’s tattered shack. This was the first night of the rest of his new life. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The scent of cooked fish filled the air.
“Are you gonna keep staring out the window, or are you gonna help me set the table?” Rose asked persuasively.
Hurley noticed Desmond and Ben were helping with the preparations of the fish. He turned to Rose somberly with what looked like all the energy he could muster. Rose could not help but give him a hug, which Hurley gladly accepted.
“It’s good to see you, Rose,” Hurley sighed, “It’s been a really long, bad day.”
“It sure has, just look at this place. It rained a lot today,” Rose insisted, releasing from the embrace.
Hurley looked around and realized the shack really was dilapidated. Pieces of the bamboo wall were broken and still wet from the storm. The only light was coming from the few candles spread about the room and a couple of lanterns. He walked to the table to assist Rose with the place settings. Rose looked up at him, and then looked outside to where the others were preparing the food. “I’m happy to see you Hurley, but you gotta leave after dinner. I don’t want John Locke to come looking for Desmond again.”
“Locke?” Hurley looked surprised, “He’s dead.”
Rose looked up at him in shock, “He was just here earlier and took Desmond with him”
“Yea that wasn’t really Locke…” Hurley stammered, “Um, long story short, the guy you saw that looked like Locke…he’s dead too.”
“When the island shook?” Rose asked unconvincingly.
“Yeah,” Hurley let out a sigh, “There’s kind of a lot of stuff you need to catch up on.”
Bernard, Desmond and Ben walked in holding large amounts of cooked fish. The five of them gathered around the rickety bamboo table and ate the feast from the sea. Vincent lay sleeping on the floor next to them. Hurley told the tale of the days passed. He explained the best he could of their fellow survivors that escaped the island as the Oceanic 6. How they returned, how Ben turned good, the passing of Jack, and the story of Jacob’s dynasty. Ben watched as everyone listened to how Hurley is now protector of the island and how evil was vanquished.
The food had all been eaten by the time Hurley finished speaking. Rose and Bernard sat speechless. There was a long pause where it seemed an hour passed within that moment. Rose finally broke the awkward silence as she stood up, “Well, it must be true ‘cause I don’t think anyone could’ve made that story up.” She started to clear the table, “You gentleman can sleep here tonight, but only for tonight.”
“Aye. I’ll best be on my way in the morning, Rose. You’ve been most kind, thank you,” Desmond responded as he nodded his head in agreement.
“What’s wrong, Rose?” Bernard asked as he helped clear the table.
“Nothing, I’m just tired and I want to go to bed,” Rose responded as she looked over at Hurley, “It’s been a really long, bad day.” She then dumped the dirty old plates into a large bucket of water on the floor.
The next morning Hurley awoke to Desmond standing over him. The morning sunlight gleamed around Desmond’s head as if he were an angel. Hurley cleared his eyes and sat up, “What are you doing Des?”
“I’m ready to go,” Desmond responded as he helped Hurley to his feet.
“Okay, okay. Where’s Ben?” Hurley asked, still a bit groggy.
“I don’t know brotha. He’s not here,” Desmond advised.
Hurley looked around the room looking for any hint that Ben slept there at all. The room was still a mess from quakes. There was no telling whether Ben had stayed.
“Where could he have gone?” Hurley asked.
“Look here, I don’t care one bit about that bug eyed bastard. He shot me and went after Pen and my son,” Desmond explained, “I’ve only been putting up with him because you made the mistake of making him your lackey.”
“Hey man, yeah, I’m not sure what that means,” Hurley retorted, “but Ben has changed a lot over the last--”
“I don’t want to hear about it, mate,” Desmond interjected and stepped closer to Hurley, “You said you’re the boss man? Well then, get me off this bloody island!”
Vincent sat by the cooking area outside and barked as Hurley and Desmond walked out of the shack. Everything was moist from the morning dew. They walked into the jungle in the direction of the old beach camp. The morning sun glistened through the treetops as they hiked.
“I’ve gotta ask man, how are you gonna do this by yourself?” Desmond asked.
“Do what?” Hurley responded.
“Protect an island you know nothing about?”
“That’s what Ben was supposed to be for,” Hurley replied as he cleared a branch from his path.
“I wouldn’t trust him. I’ve seen what this island can do. It would not be good if it were to fall into the wrong hands,” Desmond warned.
Hurley and Desmond walked through the brush and into the old camp. Hurley looked around, “Oh no! This isn’t right!” as he ran toward the shore.
“What?” Desmond confusedly asked as he trotted behind him.
“There was one of those row boat things here, I swear,” Hurley explained as he looked around.
“There!” Desmond yelled as he pointed out at the ocean, “Is that … my boat?”
Hurley looked up and they both saw the “Elizabeth I” heading toward the shore with Ben sailing her and waving back at them. They both stood there stunned for a moment.
“There’s your way home, Des,” Hurley observed.
“I don’t suppose I can talk you into coming with me,” Desmond said.
Hurley thought for a moment, “Nah,” He turned to Desmond and placed his hand on Desmond’s shoulder. He looked Desmond in the eyes and said, “The Island no longer needs you Desmond. You’ve done your part, now it’s my turn, dude.”
Desmond responded in awe, “One thing. Remember what I said, yeah? About him,” Desmond motioned to Ben, “You see to it that the bloody cork stays where it is. Evil doesn’t just die, ya know?”
“Oh, K.” Hurley acknowledged and gave a quick hug, “I guess I will see you in another life brother.”
“Aye. That, I know for a fact is true.” Desmond smiled, gave a wink, and ran into the water.
“What’s going on?” Ben asked walking up to Hurley in a clean, striped, button down shirt.
“I dunno,” Hurley muttered, still looking out the window.
“Do you see anything?” inquired Ben as he rolled up his sleeves.
“Not sure,” Hurley mumbled
“Well you sure have all the answers big guy,” Ben scoffed.
“I can’t explain it okay?” Hurley snapped, still looking out the window, “I keep getting this feeling like the island is trying to tell me something.”
“And what would that be, Boss?” Ben asked skeptically.
"That’s what I’ve been telling you, I don’t know,” Hurley retorted.
“Well, what does it feel like, Hugo??”
Hurley turned away from the window and looked Ben straight in the eyes. As lightning flashed and thunder crashed, he said nervously, “Fear.”
The living room was also empty. Hurley attempted to turn on another light for good measure but was unsuccessful, confirming the cabin’s power failure. The lightning flashed again and Hurley noticed a shadow on the wall. He turned to see Ben standing by the doorway, soaking wet.
“Hello Hugo”
Startled, Hurley jumped and shouted, “Dude!”
“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Ben responded.
“Well, you did. What are you doing man?” Hurley asked anxiously.
“The storm knocked the power out. I went to check on the others.” Ben explained as water dripped down his face.
Hurley grabbed a blanket that had been thrown on the couch. He tossed it to the water logged Ben, “Here, dry yourself off,” and sat down on the couch, “How are the others?”
“Rose and Bernard are sleeping through it. Cindy is taking care of Emma and Zach. They’re a bit scared of the storm after what happened during the last major storm,” Ben advised as he dried his hair with the blanket, “I had to try and convince them the island won’t shake apart this time. Not to mention their concern for Walt, since he didn’t return. Now, if you don’t mind, I am going to change into dry clothes.”
“Yea, good call. They can all come over here if it’ll make ‘em feel safer,” Hurley explained with concern as Ben walked down the hall, “Actually that would be best. With the power out all over the community, the sonic fence is also without power.”
Ben stopped in his tracks, “Agreed. Sounds like we have a busy day ahead of us.” Visually disturbed, he continued to his room.
The flashes of lightning seemed to grow with intensity and the thunder crashed louder. Hurley grew anxious. An overwhelming feeling overtook him. He stood up from the couch and walked to the window to look outside. The clouds looked strange as the lightning flashed. The intensity of the light almost seemed unnatural.
2007
The night sky seemed strange to Hurley as he looked out the window of Rose and Bernard’s tattered shack. This was the first night of the rest of his new life. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The scent of cooked fish filled the air.
“Are you gonna keep staring out the window, or are you gonna help me set the table?” Rose asked persuasively.
Hurley noticed Desmond and Ben were helping with the preparations of the fish. He turned to Rose somberly with what looked like all the energy he could muster. Rose could not help but give him a hug, which Hurley gladly accepted.
“It’s good to see you, Rose,” Hurley sighed, “It’s been a really long, bad day.”
“It sure has, just look at this place. It rained a lot today,” Rose insisted, releasing from the embrace.
Hurley looked around and realized the shack really was dilapidated. Pieces of the bamboo wall were broken and still wet from the storm. The only light was coming from the few candles spread about the room and a couple of lanterns. He walked to the table to assist Rose with the place settings. Rose looked up at him, and then looked outside to where the others were preparing the food. “I’m happy to see you Hurley, but you gotta leave after dinner. I don’t want John Locke to come looking for Desmond again.”
“Locke?” Hurley looked surprised, “He’s dead.”
Rose looked up at him in shock, “He was just here earlier and took Desmond with him”
“Yea that wasn’t really Locke…” Hurley stammered, “Um, long story short, the guy you saw that looked like Locke…he’s dead too.”
“When the island shook?” Rose asked unconvincingly.
“Yeah,” Hurley let out a sigh, “There’s kind of a lot of stuff you need to catch up on.”
Bernard, Desmond and Ben walked in holding large amounts of cooked fish. The five of them gathered around the rickety bamboo table and ate the feast from the sea. Vincent lay sleeping on the floor next to them. Hurley told the tale of the days passed. He explained the best he could of their fellow survivors that escaped the island as the Oceanic 6. How they returned, how Ben turned good, the passing of Jack, and the story of Jacob’s dynasty. Ben watched as everyone listened to how Hurley is now protector of the island and how evil was vanquished.
The food had all been eaten by the time Hurley finished speaking. Rose and Bernard sat speechless. There was a long pause where it seemed an hour passed within that moment. Rose finally broke the awkward silence as she stood up, “Well, it must be true ‘cause I don’t think anyone could’ve made that story up.” She started to clear the table, “You gentleman can sleep here tonight, but only for tonight.”
“Aye. I’ll best be on my way in the morning, Rose. You’ve been most kind, thank you,” Desmond responded as he nodded his head in agreement.
“What’s wrong, Rose?” Bernard asked as he helped clear the table.
“Nothing, I’m just tired and I want to go to bed,” Rose responded as she looked over at Hurley, “It’s been a really long, bad day.” She then dumped the dirty old plates into a large bucket of water on the floor.
The next morning Hurley awoke to Desmond standing over him. The morning sunlight gleamed around Desmond’s head as if he were an angel. Hurley cleared his eyes and sat up, “What are you doing Des?”
“I’m ready to go,” Desmond responded as he helped Hurley to his feet.
“Okay, okay. Where’s Ben?” Hurley asked, still a bit groggy.
“I don’t know brotha. He’s not here,” Desmond advised.
Hurley looked around the room looking for any hint that Ben slept there at all. The room was still a mess from quakes. There was no telling whether Ben had stayed.
“Where could he have gone?” Hurley asked.
“Look here, I don’t care one bit about that bug eyed bastard. He shot me and went after Pen and my son,” Desmond explained, “I’ve only been putting up with him because you made the mistake of making him your lackey.”
“Hey man, yeah, I’m not sure what that means,” Hurley retorted, “but Ben has changed a lot over the last--”
“I don’t want to hear about it, mate,” Desmond interjected and stepped closer to Hurley, “You said you’re the boss man? Well then, get me off this bloody island!”
Vincent sat by the cooking area outside and barked as Hurley and Desmond walked out of the shack. Everything was moist from the morning dew. They walked into the jungle in the direction of the old beach camp. The morning sun glistened through the treetops as they hiked.
“I’ve gotta ask man, how are you gonna do this by yourself?” Desmond asked.
“Do what?” Hurley responded.
“Protect an island you know nothing about?”
“That’s what Ben was supposed to be for,” Hurley replied as he cleared a branch from his path.
“I wouldn’t trust him. I’ve seen what this island can do. It would not be good if it were to fall into the wrong hands,” Desmond warned.
Hurley and Desmond walked through the brush and into the old camp. Hurley looked around, “Oh no! This isn’t right!” as he ran toward the shore.
“What?” Desmond confusedly asked as he trotted behind him.
“There was one of those row boat things here, I swear,” Hurley explained as he looked around.
“There!” Desmond yelled as he pointed out at the ocean, “Is that … my boat?”
Hurley looked up and they both saw the “Elizabeth I” heading toward the shore with Ben sailing her and waving back at them. They both stood there stunned for a moment.
“There’s your way home, Des,” Hurley observed.
“I don’t suppose I can talk you into coming with me,” Desmond said.
Hurley thought for a moment, “Nah,” He turned to Desmond and placed his hand on Desmond’s shoulder. He looked Desmond in the eyes and said, “The Island no longer needs you Desmond. You’ve done your part, now it’s my turn, dude.”
Desmond responded in awe, “One thing. Remember what I said, yeah? About him,” Desmond motioned to Ben, “You see to it that the bloody cork stays where it is. Evil doesn’t just die, ya know?”
“Oh, K.” Hurley acknowledged and gave a quick hug, “I guess I will see you in another life brother.”
“Aye. That, I know for a fact is true.” Desmond smiled, gave a wink, and ran into the water.
Present Day
“What’s going on?” Ben asked walking up to Hurley in a clean, striped, button down shirt.
“I dunno,” Hurley muttered, still looking out the window.
“Do you see anything?” inquired Ben as he rolled up his sleeves.
“Not sure,” Hurley mumbled
“Well you sure have all the answers big guy,” Ben scoffed.
“I can’t explain it okay?” Hurley snapped, still looking out the window, “I keep getting this feeling like the island is trying to tell me something.”
“And what would that be, Boss?” Ben asked skeptically.
"That’s what I’ve been telling you, I don’t know,” Hurley retorted.
“Well, what does it feel like, Hugo??”
Hurley turned away from the window and looked Ben straight in the eyes. As lightning flashed and thunder crashed, he said nervously, “Fear.”
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
#06 "The Second Thread"
The sun shined down through the treetops and gave a prism effect on the mist that was coming from the ocean nearby. Walt had been walking for a while now and looked exhausted. He stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked around, and then kept walking. “Hurley?!” he cried out, “Hello?? Where are you?? Dad?!” There was no reply. Only jungle wildlife could be heard. The birds were particularly loud as though every bird on the island was surrounding him. Walt could smell the ocean was close and followed the scent as he walked. Although tired from his trek, he felt unusually calm. There was a strange familiarity about this.
Walt moved a tree branch out of the way to expose the beach where he first encountered the island. The wreckage of flight 815 was covered partially by the sand. There was not much left, only large pieces of the hull could be seen, as it laid on the shoreline being beaten by waves. Walt stood there staring, remembering the chaos of that day.
“Erosion,” Hurley said as he walked up from behind.
Walt turned looking confused, “Erosion?”
“Yeah. To put it simply, the island moves,” Hurley explained, “and that is only the beginning little dude.”
“Moves? To where?” Walt asked as he turned to look out at the horizon.
“That can only be answered in time” Hurley replied, “Like us, this island is also special. It’s like it draws other special people to it.”
“So, everyone on that plane was special?” Walt motioned to the wreckage.
“In their own way. Everyone is tied together … like a spider web. They all may not have been special like us, but we needed them to get where we are … and the island knew that.” Hurley put his arm around Walt, “Walk with me,” and started to walk toward the abandoned beach camp.
“The island knew? What do you mean?” Walt asked as he walked.
“I said it was special dude but I can’t really explain it in words. It’s more of a feeling I guess. You just know from things you see and experience,” Hurley responded as he released Walt from his grasp.
“Is that how you know about all of this?” Walt asked as he kicked the dirt while he walked.
“Exactly dude … my job is … well, I’m kinda the protector of the island, and everything on it,” Hurley enlightened.
Walt instantly stopped walking in shock, “And Ben??”
Hurley turned to Walt, “Let’s just say he’s more like an advisor. C’mon, keep walking. Is this looking familiar yet?”
Walt resumed walking, “It’s all like something out of a dream.”
“Like the one you had last night?” Hurley asked, “It seemed like a scary one, dude.”
“Yea I guess. I really don’t remember. It’s like you said … a feeling. I felt like I had to run.” Walt explained.
“Did you run?” Hurley asked with a confused look upon his face. He looked above the treetops and took a deep breath as Walt thought for a moment.
“I don’t remember. I know I wanted to. I guess I woke up before the end of the dream,” Walt answered, “What’s wrong?”
“Birds dude,” Hurley pointed ahead to the trees where the beach camp used to be. Many different kinds of birds were flying in circles, flocking together.
Walt had a fearful look on his face, “I don’t like birds, and they don’t like me for some reason.”
“Don’t worry man, the island will protect you … and so will I,” Hurley disclosed as he continued to walk.
Hurley and Walt arrived at the abandoned beach camp. The only resemblance to the survivors’ shelter was the bamboo sticks and plane parts that made the framework for their tents, which were badly weathered. The sounds of birds squawking and chirping came from the treetops as though they were fighting with each other. Walt looked around at the remains as he relived the past while also keeping an eye out for birds.
“So are you ever gonna tell me what this job is, and about my dad?” Walt asked in a frustrated tone.
“Easy dude, one step at a time. I don’t wanna dump a whole bunch of stuff on ya all at once,” Hurley explained, “I mean, you kinda freaked out when you saw your dad.”
“Hurley. I haven’t seen my dad in 6 years. Oh yeah, I almost forgot … he’s also dead!” Walt snapped.
“Whoa. There’s no need to be upset. I’m just letting you get adjusted. I know it’s a lot so I’m going at whatever pace you set.” Hurley defended, “Remember what I said about forgiveness when we arrived back here yesterday? It really is your dad, whether you accept that or not, man.”
“Sorry. I know. I’m not mad at you. It’s the damn birds. They are getting on my nerves.” Walt explained as he pointed to the treetops.
Instantly, the birds went eerily silent. Walt looked back over at Hurley in shock. Hurley chuckled, “I told you this island was special. You are about to see another reason why in a minute.”
“Walt?” Michael said as he appeared through the brush.
“Okay, so … it was less than a minute.” Hurley sighed.
“Hi Dad,” Walt said as he walked toward Michael.
“I’m going to give you guys some time alone,” Hurley interjected.
“No, don’t go. Don’t we have to help him?” Walt asked.
“You are the one who has to help me, son,” Michael advised. Hurley stepped aside to give them space.
Michael smiled, “Sorry if I scared you earlier.”
Walt stood next to his father and for the first time could look into his eyes. At that point Walt knew with certainty that this was really his father, “No, you didn’t scare… Well, I guess I …”
“It’s okay son, give your old man a hug,” Michael said as he reached over to embrace him. Walt gave in and the both of them hugged. Michael let out an enormous sigh, “My boy!”
Hurley walked through the jungle heading back to the barracks. He walked past the pylons for the sonic security fence and hesitated for a moment as he glanced at the control box. Knowing Walt could possibly walk through here, he neglected to turn the power on and kept walking.
Hurley made his way to the barracks and noticed Emma sitting on the porch of her cabin with Vincent. “Hurley!” she yelled. Vincent barked and they both came running toward him. “Where is Walt?” Emma asked.
Hurley responded with a look of compassion and noticed Ben standing on the porch of their cabin, “He’s with his father and not coming back.”
A black SUV sped by on a barren road leaving debris swirling behind. A few moments later, a police car followed, with its sirens wailing. The LED styled lights flashed in a steady blue, red, and white glow that lit up the darkened street. The SUV pulled to the side of the road, as did the California Highway Patrol car. The sirens stopped when the car came to a complete stop. The patrolman stepped out of the vehicle and walked over to the SUV. He glanced over the rear tailgate and noticed a bullet hole by the vehicles Cadillac emblem. The officer turned to walk around the driver’s side and placed his hand on the gun strapped to his side. ZAP! The officer gyrated and convulsed to the electrical discharge as he was being stunned. Once the electric pulse ceased, the officer fell to the ground and the SUV drove away.
The black SUV pulled up to the garage door of an abandoned warehouse. With a loud clank, the door opened and the SUV drove inside, then the door closed quickly behind. The driver's door opened and Chisisi, a tall man with dark hair dressed in a suit, stepped out while removing his cellular phone from the inside pocket. He pushed the screen on the phone as he walked towards a set of wooden stairs erected in the far corner. The rest of the warehouse appeared empty and dark. He put the phone to his ear while walking up the stairs, which creaked with every step.
“It’s me,” Chisisi said into the device, “We have a problem.” He opened and walked through the door located at the top step. Inside was an office that looked as though was recently used. There were maps all over the desk and the walls. “It’s not the right time Sir.”
The storm came as if from nowhere. The rain sounded like a freight train as it ricocheted off the rooftops of the cabins. Lightning lit up the interior of the bedroom. Hurley sat straight up in bed, startled. Thunder rolled loudly over the sound of the rain. “Oh no, not again.”
To be continued...
Walt moved a tree branch out of the way to expose the beach where he first encountered the island. The wreckage of flight 815 was covered partially by the sand. There was not much left, only large pieces of the hull could be seen, as it laid on the shoreline being beaten by waves. Walt stood there staring, remembering the chaos of that day.
“Erosion,” Hurley said as he walked up from behind.
Walt turned looking confused, “Erosion?”
“Yeah. To put it simply, the island moves,” Hurley explained, “and that is only the beginning little dude.”
“Moves? To where?” Walt asked as he turned to look out at the horizon.
“That can only be answered in time” Hurley replied, “Like us, this island is also special. It’s like it draws other special people to it.”
“So, everyone on that plane was special?” Walt motioned to the wreckage.
“In their own way. Everyone is tied together … like a spider web. They all may not have been special like us, but we needed them to get where we are … and the island knew that.” Hurley put his arm around Walt, “Walk with me,” and started to walk toward the abandoned beach camp.
“The island knew? What do you mean?” Walt asked as he walked.
“I said it was special dude but I can’t really explain it in words. It’s more of a feeling I guess. You just know from things you see and experience,” Hurley responded as he released Walt from his grasp.
“Is that how you know about all of this?” Walt asked as he kicked the dirt while he walked.
“Exactly dude … my job is … well, I’m kinda the protector of the island, and everything on it,” Hurley enlightened.
Walt instantly stopped walking in shock, “And Ben??”
Hurley turned to Walt, “Let’s just say he’s more like an advisor. C’mon, keep walking. Is this looking familiar yet?”
Walt resumed walking, “It’s all like something out of a dream.”
“Like the one you had last night?” Hurley asked, “It seemed like a scary one, dude.”
“Yea I guess. I really don’t remember. It’s like you said … a feeling. I felt like I had to run.” Walt explained.
“Did you run?” Hurley asked with a confused look upon his face. He looked above the treetops and took a deep breath as Walt thought for a moment.
“I don’t remember. I know I wanted to. I guess I woke up before the end of the dream,” Walt answered, “What’s wrong?”
“Birds dude,” Hurley pointed ahead to the trees where the beach camp used to be. Many different kinds of birds were flying in circles, flocking together.
Walt had a fearful look on his face, “I don’t like birds, and they don’t like me for some reason.”
“Don’t worry man, the island will protect you … and so will I,” Hurley disclosed as he continued to walk.
Hurley and Walt arrived at the abandoned beach camp. The only resemblance to the survivors’ shelter was the bamboo sticks and plane parts that made the framework for their tents, which were badly weathered. The sounds of birds squawking and chirping came from the treetops as though they were fighting with each other. Walt looked around at the remains as he relived the past while also keeping an eye out for birds.
“So are you ever gonna tell me what this job is, and about my dad?” Walt asked in a frustrated tone.
“Easy dude, one step at a time. I don’t wanna dump a whole bunch of stuff on ya all at once,” Hurley explained, “I mean, you kinda freaked out when you saw your dad.”
“Hurley. I haven’t seen my dad in 6 years. Oh yeah, I almost forgot … he’s also dead!” Walt snapped.
“Whoa. There’s no need to be upset. I’m just letting you get adjusted. I know it’s a lot so I’m going at whatever pace you set.” Hurley defended, “Remember what I said about forgiveness when we arrived back here yesterday? It really is your dad, whether you accept that or not, man.”
“Sorry. I know. I’m not mad at you. It’s the damn birds. They are getting on my nerves.” Walt explained as he pointed to the treetops.
Instantly, the birds went eerily silent. Walt looked back over at Hurley in shock. Hurley chuckled, “I told you this island was special. You are about to see another reason why in a minute.”
“Walt?” Michael said as he appeared through the brush.
“Okay, so … it was less than a minute.” Hurley sighed.
“Hi Dad,” Walt said as he walked toward Michael.
“I’m going to give you guys some time alone,” Hurley interjected.
“No, don’t go. Don’t we have to help him?” Walt asked.
“You are the one who has to help me, son,” Michael advised. Hurley stepped aside to give them space.
Michael smiled, “Sorry if I scared you earlier.”
Walt stood next to his father and for the first time could look into his eyes. At that point Walt knew with certainty that this was really his father, “No, you didn’t scare… Well, I guess I …”
“It’s okay son, give your old man a hug,” Michael said as he reached over to embrace him. Walt gave in and the both of them hugged. Michael let out an enormous sigh, “My boy!”
Hurley walked through the jungle heading back to the barracks. He walked past the pylons for the sonic security fence and hesitated for a moment as he glanced at the control box. Knowing Walt could possibly walk through here, he neglected to turn the power on and kept walking.
Hurley made his way to the barracks and noticed Emma sitting on the porch of her cabin with Vincent. “Hurley!” she yelled. Vincent barked and they both came running toward him. “Where is Walt?” Emma asked.
Hurley responded with a look of compassion and noticed Ben standing on the porch of their cabin, “He’s with his father and not coming back.”
Los Angeles
A black SUV sped by on a barren road leaving debris swirling behind. A few moments later, a police car followed, with its sirens wailing. The LED styled lights flashed in a steady blue, red, and white glow that lit up the darkened street. The SUV pulled to the side of the road, as did the California Highway Patrol car. The sirens stopped when the car came to a complete stop. The patrolman stepped out of the vehicle and walked over to the SUV. He glanced over the rear tailgate and noticed a bullet hole by the vehicles Cadillac emblem. The officer turned to walk around the driver’s side and placed his hand on the gun strapped to his side. ZAP! The officer gyrated and convulsed to the electrical discharge as he was being stunned. Once the electric pulse ceased, the officer fell to the ground and the SUV drove away.
The black SUV pulled up to the garage door of an abandoned warehouse. With a loud clank, the door opened and the SUV drove inside, then the door closed quickly behind. The driver's door opened and Chisisi, a tall man with dark hair dressed in a suit, stepped out while removing his cellular phone from the inside pocket. He pushed the screen on the phone as he walked towards a set of wooden stairs erected in the far corner. The rest of the warehouse appeared empty and dark. He put the phone to his ear while walking up the stairs, which creaked with every step.
“It’s me,” Chisisi said into the device, “We have a problem.” He opened and walked through the door located at the top step. Inside was an office that looked as though was recently used. There were maps all over the desk and the walls. “It’s not the right time Sir.”
Back on the island…
The storm came as if from nowhere. The rain sounded like a freight train as it ricocheted off the rooftops of the cabins. Lightning lit up the interior of the bedroom. Hurley sat straight up in bed, startled. Thunder rolled loudly over the sound of the rain. “Oh no, not again.”
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
#05 "Hugo, Boss"
2007
Hurley sat on a rock in the riverbed in awe after what had just happened. He looked over to the cave where the gleaming light had returned. The flowing water in the river was getting deeper. He looked at Ben, who was staring back at him as he awaited Hurley’s next move. The sounds of a man groaning came from behind and Hurley quickly turned to see Desmond’s body lying in the river.
“He’s waking up” Ben advised, as he stood up. Hurley stayed still and looked like a deer in headlights.
Ben walked over to Desmond and knelt next to him in the river. Desmond opened his eyes and saw Ben. Instantly, Desmond lashed out at him, “You!” he screamed as he grabbed Ben’s throat and started to choke him. Ben couldn’t call out, as it was difficult to even breathe with the grip around his windpipe. Suddenly, as quickly as it began, Desmond passed back out. Ben gasped for air as Desmond’s hold loosened.
“A little help?” Ben coughed, but Hurley was unfazed by Ben’s misfortune. He continued his near catatonic state, staring at the cave and biting his lower lip. “Hugo…” Ben started to get back up, “Hello?” He walked over to Hurley and stood in front of him, “Is anyone home?” Hurley looked away from him to avoid eye contact, still biting his bottom lip. “What’s the matter? Is something wrong, Hugo?”
“Is something wrong??” Hurley snapped and looked Ben dead in the eyes, “It’s all wrong, man! This wasn’t supposed to happen like this …”
“Yes, Hugo. Yes it was” Ben interrupted, “You are exactly what this island needs. Now, Desmond is waking up. He obviously needs to see you when he does.” Ben stood back up, “You are in control now.” Ben confirmed as he walked toward Desmond. Hurley looked shocked at those words. “You owned a box company, this should be easy for you, Hugo”
“There aren’t smoke monsters impersonating people, earthquakes, or magic lights at Box Squared,” Hurley advised, getting up to follow Ben. “You said earlier I could make my own rules. What does that even mean?” Hurley asked.
“I am quite curious about that myself actually,” Ben answered.
Hurley scoffed, “This is no joke, dude,” as he stood over Desmond.
Desmond started to wake up again, this time in a slow, groggy fashion. “What happened? My head … hurts.” Desmond tried to sit up.
“I wanted to ask you that, dude” Hurley replied as he helped him up.
”Jack … is he still down there?” Desmond asked looking at the cave.
“He, um, Jack, uh, didn’t make it.” Hurley stammered. Ben stood still watching the conversation.
“What about the others?” Desmond asked.
“Well we saw the plane fly overhead so … they at least got into the air. I am sure they are half way to Guam, I hope,” Hurley looked around and noticed the water bottle that held the drink that gave him his new fate, “Ben, grab that bottle and fill it with some water please.” Hurley led Desmond to a large rock and rested him against it, “Easy man. If I’m right, this water should help heal you.”
“Why do you say that, brotha?” Desmond asked.
“Well, this water was here at first, then when you went down the cave and did whatever, the island started shaking and the water disappeared. Then we all ran after Locke Smokenstein and Jack fought him, Kate shot him, then Jack pushed him off a cliff. But, he stabbed Jack in the pancreas or liver or something. Jack said it was fatal. Anyways, we came back here and the river was all dried up. Jack went down the cave and did something after he saved you that made the island stop shaking,” Ben walked back and handed the empty bottle to Hurley, “Long story short, dude, the light came back and the water started flowing again so, I think it’s special.” Hurley dipped the bottle into the water and handed it to Desmond.
“Well then, I guess I was out for a while, ya?” Desmond asked as he took a drink.
“About an hour … maybe,” Hurley answered.
“Who else stayed behind?” asked Desmond as he took another drink from the bottle.
“Just us three.” Hurley answered.
“That, I can say, is incorrect.”
A rustling came from within the jungle as something moved toward them. The three of them stood side by side as they watched to see what would appear.
“Here we go again,” Hurley exclaimed half expecting the worst. The brush by the riverbed moved aside as Vincent jumped through and ran up to them wagging his tail.
Hurley bent down to pet him and noticed something was not quite right. “There’s blood on him.”
“Is he wounded?” Desmond asked.
“No, it’s not his blood.” Hurley explained. Vincent barked and ran toward the jungle in the direction he had just come from. “Where you going Vincent?” He let out another bark and stopped wagging his tail.
“I think he wants us to follow him,” Ben advised. Vincent let out a confirming bark again and ran around in a circle.
“Alright dog dude,” Hurley said as he started to follow, “Let’s go.”
The three of them followed Vincent into the woods. Hurley tried to help Desmond along.
"I’m okay. I think I can make it on my own, brotha" Desmond directed. Vincent led them into to the bamboo forest and barked as he started to run. There was a trail of blood on the stalks of the bamboo. Desmond pointed to the right as he shouted, “Over there!”
Hurley and Ben followed his directions and noticed what he pointed to. “Oh no … Jack!” Hurley exclaimed.
The trio ran over to Jack’s body lying on the ground. They stood around him, looking in dread. Speechless. Vincent sat quietly next to the body, panting then letting out a quiet yelp as he lied down. The jungle was also quiet, as it seemed to be in remembrance.
“He looks at peace,” Ben stated, breaking the silence, “Is he smiling?”
“Don’t disrespect him, Ben” Hurley retorted as tears welled up in his eyes.
“He does,” Desmond replied, “He looks … content. How did he even get here?”
“I dunno … I thought he was still down in the cave. He didn’t come out by us,” Hurley clarified, and looked at Ben, “There must have been another way out on the other side?”
“Don’t look at me … the idea that there was even a cave is still news to me,” Ben responded.
“What now?” Desmond asked.
“We have to bury him, dude” Hurley answered, “We have to lay him to rest with the others.”
“I know the perfect place,” Ben advised.
Desmond and Hurley picked up Jack’s lifeless body as Ben led them toward the beach. It wasn’t long before they had reached the Flight 815 crash site. Pieces of the wreckage were still there. Ben walked past and to the right with Hurley and Desmond trailing behind, carrying Jack around their shoulders. Vincent kept pace beside them. They made their way to the cemetery where a hole was already dug.
“I dug this hole for myself.” Ben explained, “Ilana made me do it.”
Hurley and Desmond placed Jack’s corpse into the hole, then hovered over him.
“There’s only one shovel,” Ben advised.
“I’ll do it,” Hurley demanded, “It should be me anyways, dude, seeing as I am succeeding him as protector of this place.” Ben handed him the shovel.
Desmond stared down at Jack, “The last thing he said to me was ‘See you in another life brother’. I guess he was right,” he said solemnly as he picked up a handful of sand, “You died with distinction, Jack. Indeed. See you in another life, brotha.” Desmond tossed the sand onto Jack’s body.
Ben walked over and stood next to Hurley, who looked as if he was about to cry. “You were one of the good guys, Jack” Ben said, also grabbing a handful of sand, “I’m sorry for the grief I put you through. I hope you understand why it had to be that way. Like you, I swore to protect this place. Thank you for being the savior.” Ben tossed the sand into the hole and looked at Hurley, “You can do this, Hugo.”
Hurley stepped forward and stuck the shovel into the sand. “Thank you, Jack …” he paused, fighting back the tears that inevitably started to fall down his cheek, “Thank you for protecting us all these years…” he wept, “for making sure we didn’t die alone.” Hurley held the shovel full of sand up, “I’m gonna miss you, dude” and tossed the sand onto Jack. He quickly wiped the tears from his face. He continued to shovel as the sun started to set. Nobody spoke a word until he had filled the grave completely. “Goodbye Jack” Hurley concluded.
***************
“Not to spoil the mood but, I need to go home. I miss my family.” Desmond started, “You’re the leader now, ya? How do you suppose I do that?”
Ben looked at Hurley, curious as to what the response might be. Vincent started barking and wagging his tail.
“Vincent!” a voice called out from the woods behind them.
“Over here!” Hurley yelled back. Vincent ran into the woods toward the voice.
“Hello?” The voice called back, “Hurley?”
“Yea! It’s … me!” Hurley responded looking confused. Desmond smiled at Hurley. Ben stood there unfazed as Bernard appeared to them.
“Dude!” Hurley yelled in delight as he dropped the shovel, chuckled, and walked over to Bernard to hug him, “I’m so glad to see you, man!”
“What happened?” Bernard asked.
Hurley explained, “That’s kind of a long story, dude. Where is Rose?”
“She is back at the house cleaning up and preparing for dinner. Now that the earthquakes have stopped shaking our shack apart, I came to check the traps for fish,” Bernard replied, “The quakes should have shook up the seabed. There should be enough for everyone. You’re more than welcome to join us. I know Rose could use the company,” he smiled, “I am sure she is tired of looking at this old face.”
The three of them grinned as food sounded like a great idea. Desmond and Ben looked at Hurley. The sun was sinking below the horizon.
“Des-man,” Hurley started, “I can get you off this island. For now, let’s eat and rest. It’s been a long day for all of us. Get a fresh start in the morning?”
“I agree. That is a good plan, Boss man,” Desmond replied.
“Ben?” Hurley asked.
“I go where you go, Hugo” Ben chuckled.
“What’s this ‘boss’ stuff?” Bernard asked as he started walking to the shoreline.
“Yea, I’m like, the protector of the island now…” Hurley explained as they followed him, “now that Jack died.”
“What? Jack? Wow!” Bernard exclaimed.
In the distance, unnoticed, someone was watching from within the brush as the four men collected fish from the traps Bernard had set in the water. Ben turned to look curiously in the direction of the unknown onlooker and smirked, then returned to collecting fish.
Next week, on LOST: The Adventures of Hurley and Ben…
The storm came as if from nowhere. The rain sounded like a freight train as it ricocheted off the rooftops of the cabins.
"You are the one who has to help me, son" Michael advised.
The black SUV pulled up to the garage door of an abandoned warehouse. With a loud clank, the door opened and the SUV drove inside, then the door closed quickly behind. The SUV driver's door opened and Chisisi stepped out.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
New Time Slot
Due to circumstances beyond my control, the "air date" of the weekly webisodes has to be moved to 9pm EST on Wednesdays. I know, I know ... one more day of wait. This should work out for most of us as there is not much on TV in most places at that time. The real reason is because of how jam packed Monday and Tuesday usually are for me. Since this project has turned out to be a much larger animal than originally anticipated, and I am only one person, I need that extra day so that I may deliver a quality story to you. I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused by this.
I am looking at it as I am moving into LOST's original time slot. :)
As always, please drop me a comment if you have any questions. I would be more than happy to talk to all of you. Thank you for your continued support.
Namaste.
I am looking at it as I am moving into LOST's original time slot. :)
As always, please drop me a comment if you have any questions. I would be more than happy to talk to all of you. Thank you for your continued support.
Namaste.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
#04 "Where Have You Ben"
Ben stood in the kitchen, remembering all the times over the years he had spent here on the island, in this cabin, and in this very kitchen. He watched as Walt walked by, who looked a little stressed out. Ben then remembered all the pain he had caused him. He started to follow Walt, only to be stopped by Hurley in the hallway.
“Ben dude, you may not wanna do that right now. It’s like, not the right time, man,” Hurley tried to explain, “He had some kind of nightmare, and I’m not sure what it was about.”
Ben looked Hurley dead in the eyes but didn’t respond in words. He turned back toward the kitchen from where he came. He walked to the window and stared out to the jungle beyond the yard. “Redemption” he scoffed to himself.
Ben sat on the beach looking out at the ocean. The sun was setting creating a wonderful tapestry of colors amongst the clouds. Deep in thought, Ben stared as he picked up small twigs lying in the sand and threw them toward the water.
“Dude...” Hurley said as he walked up from behind him. Ben offered no response as he sulked like a child who couldn’t get his way, "Dude, I don't know why you are being like this," Hurley started, "You are just like Darth Vader." Ben turned and looked, not understanding the metaphor. "You know, Star Wars, like you were all evil and stuff … then you turned good."
"What does that make you?" Ben asked.
Not expecting the question, Hurley responded, "I guess that would make me the Emperor."
Ben scoffed, "Well then, it's a good thing I never saw that movie."
“C’mon man. I need your help. I don’t know what I’m doing. My head is still spinning,” Hurley pleaded.
“I’m not sure I’m the right man for this,” Ben explained as he looked toward the ocean again, “I have hurt so many people, Hugo… too many. I…”
“Well yeah,” Hurley interrupted as he sat down next to Ben, “I know. You lied to just about everyone… like all the time.”
“It’s not just pain I caused … I killed people, Hugo.” Ben started, “The result of all of the manipulation and webs of lies led to the death of all the people I cared about in my life. My daughter, my father, and I even helped wipe out an entire village of people that you were a part of in the 70’s. I didn’t just hurt people I cared about … I also hurt people that you cared about.”
“You mean Locke and…”
“Jacob,” Ben answered still staring out to the ocean, “How can I be your number two man if I killed the last man in charge?”
“You were duped, dude. We all were,” Hurley tried to reason, “Nobody knew that the monster took Locke’s form. He manipulated all of us and you fell into his hand like everyone else. Lucky for me, I was shacking up with very intelligent hippies in the 70’s for most of it. If you want forgiveness, dude,” Hurley placed his hand on Ben’s shoulder and smiled, “I think what you have to do is find a way to forgive yourself first. You know what you did was bad, but at the time, you thought it was for the greater good. Now take responsibility for your actions, change your ways and forgiveness will come eventually. Repent! …as my mother used to say.”
Ben replied in astonishment that those words came from Hurley’s mouth, “I have been like that for as long as I can remember… and the crazy part of it all is that when I was committing each of those actions, I felt no shame, no remorse, and no regret … until now.”
“You’ve got a long road ahead of you, Ben dude,” Hurley settled back also looking outward to the sea, “Good news is, we can help each other … and it seems that we have plenty of time.”
Ben stood to his feet.
“Where are you going?” Hurley asked.
“You are better at this than you realize, Hugo,” Ben responded as he started to walk away, “I have work to do.”
Ben took a deep breath. He stood in the cabin’s kitchen and watched as his father, Roger, passed him by. His father was wearing his DHARMA jumpsuit and looked unhappy like he always had. Again, no words were exchanged, only the awkward stillness that has been now interpreted as bitter hatred. ‘This has to end’ Ben thought to himself. Not understanding what exactly he meant by that thought, Ben decided to go outside for a walk.
“Where are you going?” Roger asked contemptuously, “Why aren’t you dressed in your uniform?”
“What do you care,” Ben responded, just as contemptuous and kept walking out the door. He headed for the forest that led to the sonic security fence. Roger ran outside after him.
“Benjamin, what do you think you’re doing?? Get back here now! You have work to do!”
“Yes I do,” Ben said to himself in response and continued walking.
Ben walked to the sonic fence control box, flipped open the panel, and quickly turned it off. As the electrical hum from the fence ceased, Ben walked into the jungle and started to shout, “Where are you? I need to see you. I need to talk to you!” There was no reply. The skies were bright blue as they usually were, and could barely be seen through the treetops. “Hello!?”
“Benjamin?”
“Richard…” Ben sighed in relief, “I need to talk to Charles.”
Richard looked frustrated and responded, “It doesn’t work that way, Ben. You know that. We come to you. You don’t ...”
“There has been a change in plans. We can’t wait any longer. It has to happen now,” Ben pleaded.
“What do you mean?” Richard asked, intrigued.
“There is something big going on at the headquarters in Ann Arbor and it’s going to happen soon,” Ben explained, “Talk to Charles then. You tell him that they know about The Temple and they plan to exploit it.”
Richard, very alarmed by this news, did not hesitate to respond, “Alright, let’s go talk to Charles.”
Ben gave a satisfied yet sinister smirk, “Thank you, Richard. Yes, let’s go talk to Charles. He will be most grateful for this information.”
Ben walked toward the jungle and could hear Hurley say, “Ok then, I guess I will meet you back at the cabin?” but Ben did not respond and disappeared into the darkened tropical forest. He walked like a man on a mission, determined. He cleared brush out of the way as he hiked his way to the Oceanic cemetery, where not too long ago he dug his own grave. Now that grave had been freshly filled. Ben grabbed the makeshift shovel that he used to dig the grave and headed back into the jungle.
Night had fallen and only the moonlight illuminated the path in front. Ben, having walked for a while, took a moment to rest and gather his senses. He looked around to ensure he was going in the correct direction, and pressed onward. After a few moments of clearing the branches away, he walked out into a small clearing to reveal the pit containing the bones and remains of the Dharma Initiative. Ben remembered the day the bodies were dragged here. He remembered shooting John Locke and leaving him for dead here. The bodies could barely be seen from the light of night yet, with a remorsefully pain stricken look, Ben stared at them. An eternity seemed to have passed as he relived those moments in memory. Without a solitary sound, Ben hunched over with the shovel in his hands and dug into the ground. He tossed the loosened dirt onto the bodies in the pit and noticed Hurley standing in the woods on the other side holding a torch. Frozen in shock that Hurley was there he said, “They deserve a proper burial,” and started to shovel more dirt into the pit, “but this is something I need to do on my own.”
Hurley walked over to Ben and responded, “Nobody said you have to walk this path alone, dude.” He handed Ben some water and started to shovel with him.
To Be Continued...
“Ben dude, you may not wanna do that right now. It’s like, not the right time, man,” Hurley tried to explain, “He had some kind of nightmare, and I’m not sure what it was about.”
Ben looked Hurley dead in the eyes but didn’t respond in words. He turned back toward the kitchen from where he came. He walked to the window and stared out to the jungle beyond the yard. “Redemption” he scoffed to himself.
2007
Ben sat on the beach looking out at the ocean. The sun was setting creating a wonderful tapestry of colors amongst the clouds. Deep in thought, Ben stared as he picked up small twigs lying in the sand and threw them toward the water.
“Dude...” Hurley said as he walked up from behind him. Ben offered no response as he sulked like a child who couldn’t get his way, "Dude, I don't know why you are being like this," Hurley started, "You are just like Darth Vader." Ben turned and looked, not understanding the metaphor. "You know, Star Wars, like you were all evil and stuff … then you turned good."
"What does that make you?" Ben asked.
Not expecting the question, Hurley responded, "I guess that would make me the Emperor."
Ben scoffed, "Well then, it's a good thing I never saw that movie."
“C’mon man. I need your help. I don’t know what I’m doing. My head is still spinning,” Hurley pleaded.
“I’m not sure I’m the right man for this,” Ben explained as he looked toward the ocean again, “I have hurt so many people, Hugo… too many. I…”
“Well yeah,” Hurley interrupted as he sat down next to Ben, “I know. You lied to just about everyone… like all the time.”
“It’s not just pain I caused … I killed people, Hugo.” Ben started, “The result of all of the manipulation and webs of lies led to the death of all the people I cared about in my life. My daughter, my father, and I even helped wipe out an entire village of people that you were a part of in the 70’s. I didn’t just hurt people I cared about … I also hurt people that you cared about.”
“You mean Locke and…”
“Jacob,” Ben answered still staring out to the ocean, “How can I be your number two man if I killed the last man in charge?”
“You were duped, dude. We all were,” Hurley tried to reason, “Nobody knew that the monster took Locke’s form. He manipulated all of us and you fell into his hand like everyone else. Lucky for me, I was shacking up with very intelligent hippies in the 70’s for most of it. If you want forgiveness, dude,” Hurley placed his hand on Ben’s shoulder and smiled, “I think what you have to do is find a way to forgive yourself first. You know what you did was bad, but at the time, you thought it was for the greater good. Now take responsibility for your actions, change your ways and forgiveness will come eventually. Repent! …as my mother used to say.”
Ben replied in astonishment that those words came from Hurley’s mouth, “I have been like that for as long as I can remember… and the crazy part of it all is that when I was committing each of those actions, I felt no shame, no remorse, and no regret … until now.”
“You’ve got a long road ahead of you, Ben dude,” Hurley settled back also looking outward to the sea, “Good news is, we can help each other … and it seems that we have plenty of time.”
Ben stood to his feet.
“Where are you going?” Hurley asked.
“You are better at this than you realize, Hugo,” Ben responded as he started to walk away, “I have work to do.”
1992
Ben took a deep breath. He stood in the cabin’s kitchen and watched as his father, Roger, passed him by. His father was wearing his DHARMA jumpsuit and looked unhappy like he always had. Again, no words were exchanged, only the awkward stillness that has been now interpreted as bitter hatred. ‘This has to end’ Ben thought to himself. Not understanding what exactly he meant by that thought, Ben decided to go outside for a walk.
“Where are you going?” Roger asked contemptuously, “Why aren’t you dressed in your uniform?”
“What do you care,” Ben responded, just as contemptuous and kept walking out the door. He headed for the forest that led to the sonic security fence. Roger ran outside after him.
“Benjamin, what do you think you’re doing?? Get back here now! You have work to do!”
“Yes I do,” Ben said to himself in response and continued walking.
Ben walked to the sonic fence control box, flipped open the panel, and quickly turned it off. As the electrical hum from the fence ceased, Ben walked into the jungle and started to shout, “Where are you? I need to see you. I need to talk to you!” There was no reply. The skies were bright blue as they usually were, and could barely be seen through the treetops. “Hello!?”
“Benjamin?”
“Richard…” Ben sighed in relief, “I need to talk to Charles.”
Richard looked frustrated and responded, “It doesn’t work that way, Ben. You know that. We come to you. You don’t ...”
“There has been a change in plans. We can’t wait any longer. It has to happen now,” Ben pleaded.
“What do you mean?” Richard asked, intrigued.
“There is something big going on at the headquarters in Ann Arbor and it’s going to happen soon,” Ben explained, “Talk to Charles then. You tell him that they know about The Temple and they plan to exploit it.”
Richard, very alarmed by this news, did not hesitate to respond, “Alright, let’s go talk to Charles.”
Ben gave a satisfied yet sinister smirk, “Thank you, Richard. Yes, let’s go talk to Charles. He will be most grateful for this information.”
2007
Ben walked toward the jungle and could hear Hurley say, “Ok then, I guess I will meet you back at the cabin?” but Ben did not respond and disappeared into the darkened tropical forest. He walked like a man on a mission, determined. He cleared brush out of the way as he hiked his way to the Oceanic cemetery, where not too long ago he dug his own grave. Now that grave had been freshly filled. Ben grabbed the makeshift shovel that he used to dig the grave and headed back into the jungle.
Night had fallen and only the moonlight illuminated the path in front. Ben, having walked for a while, took a moment to rest and gather his senses. He looked around to ensure he was going in the correct direction, and pressed onward. After a few moments of clearing the branches away, he walked out into a small clearing to reveal the pit containing the bones and remains of the Dharma Initiative. Ben remembered the day the bodies were dragged here. He remembered shooting John Locke and leaving him for dead here. The bodies could barely be seen from the light of night yet, with a remorsefully pain stricken look, Ben stared at them. An eternity seemed to have passed as he relived those moments in memory. Without a solitary sound, Ben hunched over with the shovel in his hands and dug into the ground. He tossed the loosened dirt onto the bodies in the pit and noticed Hurley standing in the woods on the other side holding a torch. Frozen in shock that Hurley was there he said, “They deserve a proper burial,” and started to shovel more dirt into the pit, “but this is something I need to do on my own.”
Hurley walked over to Ben and responded, “Nobody said you have to walk this path alone, dude.” He handed Ben some water and started to shovel with him.
Present Day
Ben jumped, as he was startled out of his daydream state when he heard yelling coming from outside the front of the cabin. He walked curiously to the front door to see what was causing such a commotion. When he opened the door, an unsettling smirk came about his face.
To Be Continued...
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
#03 "The Practical Son Returns"
Walt got out of bed. He looked at Hurley, who looked very alarmed and confused. The sunlight coming in through the window was blinding. He was still struggling to process the dream he just had, which made him speechless. Walt walked towards the door to leave the room.
“Walt? Hurley asked, “What happened?”
“I just need a moment” Walt replied, “I just need to get some air.”
Emma was sitting on the front porch of her cabin when she noticed Walt walking out from the cabin across from her. “Walt! Wait up!” She stood up and ran up along side him. “Where are you going?”
“I didn’t sleep well.” He replied, “I just need to be alone right now.”
“Oh.” She replied as she stopped walking, “I just wanted to let you know that if you ever wanted to talk, I am a great listener.” Emma sounded concerned, trying to coax what was obviously wrong out of him. Walt kept walking as he stared off into the jungle ignoring what she said. Emma stood and watched him walk away into the woods.
“He’ll be alright.” Hurley said as he stepped off the porch and walked towards her, “Give him some time, girl dude. He’s got a lot to get used to, ya know?”
“Yeah I know. He said he wanted to be alone. Isn’t that what he’s always been?”
Hurley paused before responding. He just stood there and crossed his arms. “Yeah. He’s gotten used to it. I’m going after him.” Hurley shuffled off to follow Walt.
Walt stood as he gazed upon the tall pylons that were protecting the village. The electrical hum was barely audible over the breeze that moved the trees. He looked around the lush foliage beyond the sonic fence, listening hard hoping that he would hear something. As he stared into the brush, he saw what looked like a human male moving through the branches of the bushes. Walt walked towards the movement, “Hello??” but no response came. “Is someone there??” he asked, still walking towards what he had seen. “Hello?!?!” he yelled.
“Dude! Stop!” Hurley yelled back, “Don’t move!”
Walt turned to see the sign he saw the day before. ‘Warning – Sonic Fence Will Cause Serious Injury – Do Not Enter’ and the electric hum was a lot louder. Walt carefully took a step back.
“What’s going on little man? That sign is like, not lying.” Hurley urged.
“I thought I saw something in the woods.” Walt explained, “It looked like a person.”
“Did you see who it was?” Hurley asked.
“No, I couldn’t tell.” Walt thought for a moment, “Are there other people here??”
“That depends on your point of view.” Hurley explained, “Come sit here with me. Now I get to tell you my Obi-wan Kenobi speech.” Hurley sat by the pylon control panel. Walt sat next to him with a confused and concerned look on his face. “You know I asked you to come here because we needed your help, right?”
“Yeah, a job.” Walt replied.
“Well it’s a very special job, for a very special person…and that special person is you, dude.” Hurley started, “You’re gonna see things that aren’t gonna be easy to explain.”
“Well, there were those whispers I heard yesterday.” Walt exclaimed.
“To be honest, that’s nothing to worry about.” Hurley confirmed.
“How do you know?” asked Walt.
“’Cause I’m also special, and I heard them too. I hear them all the time.”
“What about the others back at the cabins?” Walt asked, “Are they special too?”
“Not like us, little man.”
“Not even Ben?”
Hurley chuckled, “Ben is his own kind of special, but not like us, well not anymore.”
“I don’t get it. I try to make sense of everything, but I have so many questions.” Walt clarified, “I don’t trust him. I only came back ‘cause of you, Hurley.”
“You will eventually trust him. Ben has struggled a lot to get to where he is, but he’s still struggling inside. He’s very remorseful for the things he did to you when you were here last.” Hurley went on, “But I’m not the only reason why you came back.”
“No.” Walt thought to himself, remembering the sound of his father yelling his name from the raft as he was initially kidnapped. ‘Waaaaalt!’
“My dad. It’s been 6 years.” Walt stuggled to put his feelings into words, “The last time I saw him was through the bedroom window of my grandmother’s house. He came to talk to me a couple months after we got back. Just before Christmas. I was so mad at him for what he did to those women here. I was so confused… All the nightmares, like last night… For years I’ve tried to rationalize everything that happened to me… The hospital.” Walt’s eyes started to tear up, “My only regret is that I never got to say goodbye. I should have gone to the door.”
“Your father regrets the way he handled things and what that did to you,” Hurley responded, “One thing you have to realize is that he’s human. We all make mistakes, and we all do things we wouldn’t normally do to protect what we love. Believe me dude, I speak from experience.”
“Ben said I could still help him…” Walt asked, “If he is dead…How?”
Hurley opened the control panel on the pylon and deactivated the fence. The humming sound faded. “Let’s go see who you saw in the woods.”
They stood up and walked into the jungle. Almost immediately faint whispers could be heard, soft and incomprehensible. The cold breeze returned, as the whispers grew louder. The phrase ‘He’s back’ could be heard again along with ‘I love you, Walt’. A rustling came from within the bushes ahead as if someone was coming. Hurley put his hand on Walt’s shoulder.
“Walt?” a familiar voice asked.
“Dad??” Walt responded as Michael came through the brush.
“Walt…My boy!” Michael pleasingly called out, as he walked towards them both.
“This can’t be hap-… I thought you were dead.” Walt froze, stunned. He could not believe what his eyes saw and refused to believe. “You are not my dad.” Walt turned to walk away but Hurley held him still.
“It is me, Walt.” Michael urged. Walt looked at Hurley.
“It’s him.” Hurley confirmed. Walt turned back around to face his father. For a moment he stared into Michael’s smiling face. Walt suddenly became angry.
“My dad is dead!” Walt yelped as he broke from Hurley’s grasp. Hurley watched with Michael as Walt ran off into the jungle in the direction they had come.
Stunned, Hurley said, “I totally didn’t see that comin’”
The night was humid, quiet, and only the distant lightning lit up the sky. “Hello?” came from the other end of the cell phone, spoken in Archaic Egyptian.
“Yes, I am here now, at the address you gave me” Chisisi replied.
“Good. Do you have the boy?”
“No. Hondo, there is a problem. He is not here,” Chisisi spoke anxiously.
“Are you sure? That is not possible,” Hondo replied, becoming agitated, “I was told the boy would be there.” Another voice could be heard in the background, but could not be understood.
“I am sure,” Chisisi confirmed.
“This is not good. Something is out of place. Stay there. Keep a watchful eye. Know yourself. I will get back with you with further instructions.” The phone clicked before he could respond.
“Namaste.” Chisisi said to himself as he walked past the Santa Rosa Mental Hospital sign putting the phone into his pocket. The entire hospital was without power and the sign looked dilapidated as though it had been this way for some time. Chisisi walked across the walkway, got into his black SUV and drove down the empty street.
Walt leaned against the pylon where he and Hurley sat moments before. As the emotion overcame him, he slid down to sit on the ground. Tears fell, as he was not prepared for the overwhelming feelings.
“Hey, are you ok?” a soft female voice came from behind. Walt quickly wiped his tears and grabbed a stick that was lying close to him.
“I’m fine, Emma.” Walt replied, digging the stick in the ground.
“Can I sit with you?” she asked.
“I guess.” Walt answered, as though he didn’t really want her there.
“Why are you here?” Emma asked as she sat beside him.
“Thinking” he responded, now rubbing the stick back and forth in his hands.
“About?” she persisted.
“What I am doing? What I just saw… I dunno.” Walt stammered, “H-H-How is any of this possible???”
“I can’t tell you why these odd things are possible,” Emma started, “They just are. A lot of strange things happen here. It’s gotten better since Hurley and Ben have been taking care of us.” Walt looked at Emma at the sound of Ben’s name.
“I don’t trust him” he said, “I don’t get how you all do.”
“Ben has taken care of us for a long time. He has always been nice to me.”
“He ever stick you with needles?” asked Walt.
Emma gasped, “What?”
“Never mind” Walt said as he stood back up, “I don’t know why I’m here actually,” Walt scoffed, as he threw the branch back into the woods. Sweat started to bead on his forehead.
“Why did you come back then?” Emma inquired.
“To help my dad.”
“Then go help your dad, Walt,” she softly commanded.
Walt hesitated, but gave an assuring nod, “Okay,” as he headed back into the jungle, “Now, let’s find out what this job is.”
Next week, on LOST: The Adventures of Hurley and Ben...
#04 "Where Have You Ben"
Preview coming soon
“Walt? Hurley asked, “What happened?”
“I just need a moment” Walt replied, “I just need to get some air.”
Emma was sitting on the front porch of her cabin when she noticed Walt walking out from the cabin across from her. “Walt! Wait up!” She stood up and ran up along side him. “Where are you going?”
“I didn’t sleep well.” He replied, “I just need to be alone right now.”
“Oh.” She replied as she stopped walking, “I just wanted to let you know that if you ever wanted to talk, I am a great listener.” Emma sounded concerned, trying to coax what was obviously wrong out of him. Walt kept walking as he stared off into the jungle ignoring what she said. Emma stood and watched him walk away into the woods.
“He’ll be alright.” Hurley said as he stepped off the porch and walked towards her, “Give him some time, girl dude. He’s got a lot to get used to, ya know?”
“Yeah I know. He said he wanted to be alone. Isn’t that what he’s always been?”
Hurley paused before responding. He just stood there and crossed his arms. “Yeah. He’s gotten used to it. I’m going after him.” Hurley shuffled off to follow Walt.
Walt stood as he gazed upon the tall pylons that were protecting the village. The electrical hum was barely audible over the breeze that moved the trees. He looked around the lush foliage beyond the sonic fence, listening hard hoping that he would hear something. As he stared into the brush, he saw what looked like a human male moving through the branches of the bushes. Walt walked towards the movement, “Hello??” but no response came. “Is someone there??” he asked, still walking towards what he had seen. “Hello?!?!” he yelled.
“Dude! Stop!” Hurley yelled back, “Don’t move!”
Walt turned to see the sign he saw the day before. ‘Warning – Sonic Fence Will Cause Serious Injury – Do Not Enter’ and the electric hum was a lot louder. Walt carefully took a step back.
“What’s going on little man? That sign is like, not lying.” Hurley urged.
“I thought I saw something in the woods.” Walt explained, “It looked like a person.”
“Did you see who it was?” Hurley asked.
“No, I couldn’t tell.” Walt thought for a moment, “Are there other people here??”
“That depends on your point of view.” Hurley explained, “Come sit here with me. Now I get to tell you my Obi-wan Kenobi speech.” Hurley sat by the pylon control panel. Walt sat next to him with a confused and concerned look on his face. “You know I asked you to come here because we needed your help, right?”
“Yeah, a job.” Walt replied.
“Well it’s a very special job, for a very special person…and that special person is you, dude.” Hurley started, “You’re gonna see things that aren’t gonna be easy to explain.”
“Well, there were those whispers I heard yesterday.” Walt exclaimed.
“To be honest, that’s nothing to worry about.” Hurley confirmed.
“How do you know?” asked Walt.
“’Cause I’m also special, and I heard them too. I hear them all the time.”
“What about the others back at the cabins?” Walt asked, “Are they special too?”
“Not like us, little man.”
“Not even Ben?”
Hurley chuckled, “Ben is his own kind of special, but not like us, well not anymore.”
“I don’t get it. I try to make sense of everything, but I have so many questions.” Walt clarified, “I don’t trust him. I only came back ‘cause of you, Hurley.”
“You will eventually trust him. Ben has struggled a lot to get to where he is, but he’s still struggling inside. He’s very remorseful for the things he did to you when you were here last.” Hurley went on, “But I’m not the only reason why you came back.”
“No.” Walt thought to himself, remembering the sound of his father yelling his name from the raft as he was initially kidnapped. ‘Waaaaalt!’
“My dad. It’s been 6 years.” Walt stuggled to put his feelings into words, “The last time I saw him was through the bedroom window of my grandmother’s house. He came to talk to me a couple months after we got back. Just before Christmas. I was so mad at him for what he did to those women here. I was so confused… All the nightmares, like last night… For years I’ve tried to rationalize everything that happened to me… The hospital.” Walt’s eyes started to tear up, “My only regret is that I never got to say goodbye. I should have gone to the door.”
“Your father regrets the way he handled things and what that did to you,” Hurley responded, “One thing you have to realize is that he’s human. We all make mistakes, and we all do things we wouldn’t normally do to protect what we love. Believe me dude, I speak from experience.”
“Ben said I could still help him…” Walt asked, “If he is dead…How?”
Hurley opened the control panel on the pylon and deactivated the fence. The humming sound faded. “Let’s go see who you saw in the woods.”
They stood up and walked into the jungle. Almost immediately faint whispers could be heard, soft and incomprehensible. The cold breeze returned, as the whispers grew louder. The phrase ‘He’s back’ could be heard again along with ‘I love you, Walt’. A rustling came from within the bushes ahead as if someone was coming. Hurley put his hand on Walt’s shoulder.
“Walt?” a familiar voice asked.
“Dad??” Walt responded as Michael came through the brush.
“Walt…My boy!” Michael pleasingly called out, as he walked towards them both.
“This can’t be hap-… I thought you were dead.” Walt froze, stunned. He could not believe what his eyes saw and refused to believe. “You are not my dad.” Walt turned to walk away but Hurley held him still.
“It is me, Walt.” Michael urged. Walt looked at Hurley.
“It’s him.” Hurley confirmed. Walt turned back around to face his father. For a moment he stared into Michael’s smiling face. Walt suddenly became angry.
“My dad is dead!” Walt yelped as he broke from Hurley’s grasp. Hurley watched with Michael as Walt ran off into the jungle in the direction they had come.
Stunned, Hurley said, “I totally didn’t see that comin’”
Elsewhere…
The night was humid, quiet, and only the distant lightning lit up the sky. “Hello?” came from the other end of the cell phone, spoken in Archaic Egyptian.
“Yes, I am here now, at the address you gave me” Chisisi replied.
“Good. Do you have the boy?”
“No. Hondo, there is a problem. He is not here,” Chisisi spoke anxiously.
“Are you sure? That is not possible,” Hondo replied, becoming agitated, “I was told the boy would be there.” Another voice could be heard in the background, but could not be understood.
“I am sure,” Chisisi confirmed.
“This is not good. Something is out of place. Stay there. Keep a watchful eye. Know yourself. I will get back with you with further instructions.” The phone clicked before he could respond.
“Namaste.” Chisisi said to himself as he walked past the Santa Rosa Mental Hospital sign putting the phone into his pocket. The entire hospital was without power and the sign looked dilapidated as though it had been this way for some time. Chisisi walked across the walkway, got into his black SUV and drove down the empty street.
Back on the island…
Walt leaned against the pylon where he and Hurley sat moments before. As the emotion overcame him, he slid down to sit on the ground. Tears fell, as he was not prepared for the overwhelming feelings.
“Hey, are you ok?” a soft female voice came from behind. Walt quickly wiped his tears and grabbed a stick that was lying close to him.
“I’m fine, Emma.” Walt replied, digging the stick in the ground.
“Can I sit with you?” she asked.
“I guess.” Walt answered, as though he didn’t really want her there.
“Why are you here?” Emma asked as she sat beside him.
“Thinking” he responded, now rubbing the stick back and forth in his hands.
“About?” she persisted.
“What I am doing? What I just saw… I dunno.” Walt stammered, “H-H-How is any of this possible???”
“I can’t tell you why these odd things are possible,” Emma started, “They just are. A lot of strange things happen here. It’s gotten better since Hurley and Ben have been taking care of us.” Walt looked at Emma at the sound of Ben’s name.
“I don’t trust him” he said, “I don’t get how you all do.”
“Ben has taken care of us for a long time. He has always been nice to me.”
“He ever stick you with needles?” asked Walt.
Emma gasped, “What?”
“Never mind” Walt said as he stood back up, “I don’t know why I’m here actually,” Walt scoffed, as he threw the branch back into the woods. Sweat started to bead on his forehead.
“Why did you come back then?” Emma inquired.
“To help my dad.”
“Then go help your dad, Walt,” she softly commanded.
Walt hesitated, but gave an assuring nod, “Okay,” as he headed back into the jungle, “Now, let’s find out what this job is.”
The Adventures of Hurley and Ben
Next week, on LOST: The Adventures of Hurley and Ben...
#04 "Where Have You Ben"
Preview coming soon
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