O good, I'm glad its not too awful...here's the next two chapters...
Chapter 2: Sayid
I stared around, tense, on guard. Whispers were everywhere, in the trees, just behind me?but there was no one there. I kept thinking back to what Danielle had said, about the voices. And about being lucky if it was just a polar bear. My leg ached something awful, and my head was spinning. I hoped agains hope I wasn?t too far away from camp. I hated going back, after what I had done to Sawyer, but I had no choice. I had to warn them.
Suddenly I heard a sound different from the hushed voices. A yell came from my right, and I braced myself as a young girl dashed out of the trees.
?You let him be! He?s yet to do any wrong to you all, so you just get!? she hollered, ?Oh, and don?t bother coming `round tonight, looks like I?ll have company!?
The woods had suddenly gotten quiet. I stared at that wild thing that was looking at me. She had wild brown hair that was unevenly chopped to about her shoulders. It was wildly curly, had a mess of things in it, and it looked like it hadn?t seen a brush in decades. She was dirty; her lightly tanned skin was a shade or two darker because of the mud, and I couldn?t guess the original color of her baggy shirt and jeans, and they were both full of clothes. I would have said she was crazy, except for her eyes. They were a clear gray, like storm clouds, and there was a calm intelligence about that that was scary in a way. While she couldn?t have been more than 15, those eyes had more maturity than I?ve seen in many adults.
?Um?do you speak English?? I asked.
?Doesn?t everyone?? she replied hastily, ?Now come on, that?s the wrong way!?
?No, the others are this way?? I said.
?The Others will most certainly get ya if you go that way! You can stay with me tonight, its not two far, only an hour walk??
?Only an hour? As apposed to what??
?By the time you get back to your camp, it will be after nightfall, and after what just almost happened, I wouldn?t advise you to go out after dark. Are you planning on coming or not?? she asked, turning and starting to walk like she didn?t care either way. But I saw her pause and her eyes flicker behind her with the curiosity that fitted her age.
We walked a while in silence. The girl?s eyes kept looking at me. And I kept looking at her. She could be pretty, he guessed, if she was clean. Question hurried through my mind. What was she doing here? How long has she been here? She couldn?t have been on the plane, could she? Finally I couldn?t stand it anymore.
?My name is Sayid.?
?That?s nice,? she grunted.
I paused for the rest of her answer. When nothing came, I went on, a little harshly.
?Normally, that?s where you introduce yourself. But it seems you were raised out here, so I will forgive any lack of manners.?
The girl spun around. Anger flashed in her eyes as she glared at me.
?You don?t know jack shit about me, about why I?m here. My name? Is that what you wanted? I?m Thera. You think I?m manner less? I might be. But manners have to give way to instinct if you want to survive out here. This is a lot different from wherever the hell you came from!? she hissed, turning around again, and as suddenly as she had spoken, she started walking quickly again.
?Not that different, although ?hell? was awfully close,? I murmured. The girl snorted.
Chapter 3: Sayid
We walked without talking to each other for a while. Thera?s shoulders were hunched, and she was muttering angrily to herself. I could only catch bits and pieces.
?Stupid?who?s he think he is, anyway?...Doesn?t know anything about me, about who I am!....should have just let the Others get him!?
?Who are these others you keep speaking about? Do you stay with them?? I questioned.
?Stay with them?? Thera laughed harshly. ?Oh, wouldn?t they like me too. I did, for a time. But then they?never mind. Dunno who they are, what they are. They just are. They were here before me, before the crazy lady, too. I think you met the crazy lady. She speaks a funny language sometimes.?
?Do you mean Danielle??
?Yeah, I think that?s her name, I just call her the crazy lady. I avoid her,? the girl said, as calmly as if discussing the weather. ?So where are you from, Sayid??
?Iraq.? She gave him a questioning look from over her shoulder. ?It?s a hot, desert country in the Middle East.? She still didn?t look like she got it, but she nodded.
?I?m from?.? She blushed a little. ?I don?t really know, but Mom always wrote it ?us??
?Oh, U.S.? That?s the United States of America!?
?America?yes, that sounds right. I lived in a big?house, I think they called it. And it was made of funny red rocks.?
?Bricks?? I asked. She shrugged.
?So where are your parents, Thera?? I asked again.
She stopped dead in her tracks. ?They?re gone.?
?Dead?? I questioned softly.
She started again, and he heard sorrow in her voice, ?Gone.?
We finished the trip in silence. When we finally stopped, I was exhausted. The camp that Thera called home looked like it was from a story book. A small wigwam-like structure stood in a clearing next to a little stream, for water. She had some kind of bed made up of odds and ends: over stuffed chair cushions, pillows, blankets, and even a bean bag. She had a supply of snacks I recognized from the plane. A little garden grew in one corner of the clearing. There was a little tree fort with a sign that said ?Thera?s Tree? in messy, faded letters. Wet clothes were strung over a low hanging branch, along with a miniature bow and some homemade arrows. Today?s kill was hanging from a tree by its hind legs. An odd collection of pottery that looked ancient surrounded the place, and pictures cut from magazines and drawn by a small child covered the walls of the shelter. A cheerful fire crackled in the center.
?Welcome home,? she said softly.
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