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[hmcgirl.livejournal.com]

Lost!fic!!

 

 

Title: If You Scream....

Author: HMC

Rating: R for violence

Characters: Charlie, Claire, Ethan, unknowns.

Notes: Just for the record, my hands are still shaking, and the episode was over an hour ago.

 

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 “If you scream, I’ll cut her throat wide open.”  Ethan hissed into Charlie’s ear, fastening a strip of cloth tightly around his eyes.

 

There were several other people around them, Charlie could hear them breathing, puffs of air escaping as the tromped through the jungle.  He could hear Claire, crying softly, not daring to call out for help.  She was behind him somewhere, shuffling as quickly as she could with her baby kicking.  Two hands gripped each arm, pushing him forwards, up hills, through puddles, over roots.  Twice he tripped and landed hard on his wrists, only to be yanked up again.  He heard Ethan quietly whispering to someone, and a thick, rope-like vine was secured around his hands.  As his fingers brushed against each other, he felt the pieces of fabric around each finger and was struck with an idea.  As covertly as he could, he loosened one and dropped it at his feet, praying no one would notice.  He held his breath for ten seconds, but the march continued uninterrupted. 

 

About an hour later, sweaty and exhausted from the tireless march, he dropped another one.

 

It was around that time that he noticed he could no longer hear Claire.  Nor could he hear as many people as before.

 

They had split up....

 

Charlie stopped, panicked and called out, “Claire!!  Claire!!”

 

But he stopped immediately when he heard the sound of a knife being unsheathed and pushed up against his throat.  The sharp edge traced along his jugular vein, making Charlie wince and try to pull away, but he was held fast by strong, sturdy arms.

 

“This is fucking pointless.  We don’t need him.”  Ethan whispered hoarsely.  Obviously, Ethan was in very good shape; he didn’t even sound winded.

 

Charlie grimaced, and recited the Hail Mary in his head, somewhat hastily; he didn’t know how much time he had to make it sound pretty. 

 

“They’re right on our tail.”  Ethan continued; speaking to someone Charlie had yet to hear a sound from.  “If we don’t do something, they’ll find it.”  He insisted. 

 

Charlie couldn’t help but let tears escape.  He hadn’t survived a plane crash just to be killed by a psychopath, did he?  He fought to keep his breathing under control, and to keep a clear head. 

 

Oh God, he was going to die.

 

There was a flurry of motion, and Charlie could swear he heard Claire scream.  On impulse, he jerked his body around to the sound of it, and he was knocked firmly upside the head with something blunt and heavy.

 

He fell to the ground without a sound.

 

 

 

 

 

When he came to, he could once again hear Claire crying.  Actually it sounded more like choking.  She was very, very close.... he could smell her hair.  That unique scent that lingered around girls’ beds and on their hairbrushes.  He loved that smell.  That feminine, clean smell that girls had.... Charlie struggled to open his eyes, but was aware that he was still blindfolded, and he dared not take it off. 

 

“C-laire.” He slurred, raising his bound hands. 

 

"Charlie....” She sobbed, utterly frightened and shattered from fear and probably exhaustion.  She touched his face gently, briefly.

 

Before the same meaty, strong hands from before hoisted him up to his feet. 

 

Claire squeaked in abject terror at the movements, but Charlie’s mind was too blurry to register what exactly was happening.  “Dun’ w-rry, ‘laire...” He forced out, his body devoid of energy.  They gripped the front of his shirt, roughly, and turned him around.  Practically lifting him, they set him atop something that felt like a box, or some kind of ladder.... but that didn’t make any sense, now did it? 

 

With a pain that felt like a stab straight to his heart, he realized something was being wrapped around his neck.

 

Oh God, Oh Jesus, they were hanging him!

 

He fought back weakly, struggling to get his hands free, kicked out and lurching away from the coarse ropes.  One of them caught him by the hair and forced him still.  Still he tried in vain to escape, but the noose was secured around his neck.  Changing tactics, he worked to get his hands undone, frantically tugging and jerking his hands back and forth, feeling the skin on his wrists tear as he pulled against the restraints.

 

That was when his support was kicked out from under him, and at the exact same moment, his hands sprung free.  Panicked beyond all rational thought, he tried to wedge his fingers under the rope, his legs kicking back and forth weakly, only serving the tighten the noose.  He only managed to force out a squeak before he felt all breath leave his lungs, and his muscles grew weak.  He tried to scream, but no sound could escape. 

 

Claire gave an earth-shattering, blood-curdling scream, and all he knew was darkness.

 

He was dying.

 

He was... dying.

 

No sound.

 

No sight.

 

No air.

 

No feeling.....

 

He thought for a moment, that he could see his brother.... 

 

.....

 

Breathe, Charlie

 

He felt cold.

 

Breathe...

 

Something was bright.

 

Breathe...

 

There was a pain in his chest.

 

 

 

....

 

..

 

.

.

.

 

 

            Breathe!!!!

 

 

 

And Charlie did.     

 

Comments

[24-centuries.livejournal.com]

Oh my gods!! You just made me cry again =( First the show and now you.


He thought for a moment, that he could see his brother....



.....



Breathe, Charlie



He felt cold.



Breathe...



Something was bright.



Breathe...



There was a pain in his chest.







....



..



.

.

.





Breathe!!!!







And Charlie did.


*WAILS* That was so fucking good!

*GLOMPS* Thank you for writing that -- and for having Liam be the one he "saw".

<333

[hmcgirl.livejournal.com]

I honestly don't think I've ever been so affected by a tv show before.

[24-centuries.livejournal.com]

I know I haven't! It was just so ... so -- damn! FUCKING HELL! I don't even have the words!

But you did -- and did it so beautifully that I can just direct people here =D

[theshapeshifter.livejournal.com]

OMG! You're quick.

This is almost as traumatizing as the ep itself. Well done.

[hmcgirl.livejournal.com]

Thank-you much!

:::goes to take calmthehelldown pills:::

[the-duckie.livejournal.com]

That was fantastic. And you got it done so quickly after the episode while doing a fabulous job. I loved how you went into details on things we didn't get to see and kept it all thoroughly believable and within the story. Very, very nice.

[hmcgirl.livejournal.com]

Thank-you dearie. My mind was spinning so fast.

[justpeachykeen.livejournal.com]

FANTASTIC! Wow! Not only are you quick, you're writting is acuate, imaginative and damn creapy real. Oh man! That so happened off screen.

[hmcgirl.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

Somewhere, Dom is cackling at how much he's traumatized his entire fan-base

[justpeachykeen.livejournal.com]

that thought has crossed my mind. :)

[bailunrui.livejournal.com]

*sob*

[hmcgirl.livejournal.com]

:::holds you and pets your hair:::

[belleimani.livejournal.com]

I love you.

God I cried so hard tonight.

Thank you for capturing that so perfectly.

[hmcgirl.livejournal.com]

Thank YOU for your comment!

::hugs you::

Jesus, seeing him dead was just awful, wasn't it?

[belleimani.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. ::hugs you back::

Gawd.

I think the last time I screamed that loud over a ficitional character's death was when Anya got sliced in two on the finale of Buffy.

I was all, 'WHAT??!! NO! NO, NO, NO!" And just bawling.

Fucking JJ Abrams and David Fury. Should've known those bastards were going to break me.

[nycsunshine.livejournal.com]

OMG, what were you writing as the show was going on? First because it was so fast, but secondly because you captured it so well. I just cried again.

[hmcgirl.livejournal.com]

As soon as it was over, I dashed to my computer and banged this out. I was just going, what happened to him while they were searching????

Glad you liked, ::hands you tissue::

[catyuy.livejournal.com]

I love you.

[hmcgirl.livejournal.com]

I love *you*!

[sapphirewoman.livejournal.com]

I don't think Charlie was the only one not breathing during that scene. Well, I know I for one, wasn't, either. *is only now, a few hourse later, getting her heart under control* I loved reading your take on what happened on "the other side" of the search! It'll be interesting to see if Charlie is telling the truth in saying he doesn't remember what happened, or if it's just what the infamous "they" told him to say.

*sniffles* I didn't even realize until the second read-through that Charlie was struggling to comfort Claire even as he was being hung. The scary thing (or beautiful thing, depending on how one sees it) is that I could definately see that happening.

[clevernamehere.livejournal.com]

You have no idea how much I was freaking out during that scene. Actually, you might. I was screaming, literally screaming "I HATE THIS SHOW" after the ep ended because freaking JJ Abrahms is messing with my head too much.

Back to the point- Great fic. Had me tearing up a bit at the memories, too.