The Island: Season One: Still Alive Pt 2
by Angels Shadow
Author's note: Some lines are taken from the Lost transcript, as it will be for the rest of the story - just so I don't have to say it again. Also, for those of you who don't know, Dominic Monaghan who plays Charlie on Lost also played Merry in LOTR. It just struck me as something Andrew would notice - the "similarities" between Charlie and Merry. So yeah, cheesy, but I felt inexplicably compelled to include that for whatever reason.
Still Alive: Part 2
Darkness had fallen over the makeshift camp. People moved about restlessly … waiting. Buffy sat down in the sand, still warm from the heat of the sun, and gazed up at the dancing stars and pale moon lighting the night sky. She had more or less removed herself from the murmur of anxious people, needing a few minutes alone. Jack had found some pain medication in someone’s discarded luggage and had given it to Willow to help her sleep. The pain in her shoulder was excruciating, and she wasn’t dealing with it very well. As for Xander, he had taken a quick and immediate liking to Claire and didn’t seem prepared to leave her side anytime soon. Giles and Andrew were with Willow, simply sitting there in silence and staring up at the sky much like Buffy … watching … waiting.
“She didn’t make it, did she?”
Buffy glanced up as Sawyer took a seat beside her. “No,” Buffy replied finally. “She was in the back of the plane.”
“That woman over there,” Sawyer said, pointing to Rose, “is convinced her husband is still alive – told the good little doctor all that. He was in the back of the plane … said they probably all think we’re dead too. Hell, at this point, I’d probably believe anything. We shouldn’t have survived.” Sawyer paused, glancing at her forehead where a large gash should’ve been. He’d seen her earlier – he’d seen the blood and wondered how she was even conscious. “Doc stitch you up?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Uh, no,” Buffy replied, suddenly uncomfortable. God, at this rate, they were all going to think she was a freak of nature. “I, uh, I’m a fast healer.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Buffy demanded defensively, suddenly paranoid. How many people were going to question her about it? It wasn’t as if she could just come out and say she was a Slayer and therefore possessed amazing recuperative abilities. Then, they’d just be trying to find a survivor who had a PhD in psychology.
“It’s supposed to mean exactly what I said, sweet cheeks – yeah, sure. Need me to repeat it again?” Sawyer asked as he stood, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes. He lit one and took a long drag.
Buffy watched the smoke curl into the night breeze, cursing herself for being so paranoid. It wouldn’t help matters if she acted so weird about the situation. She was just a fast healer – that’s all they needed to know. If they wanted to question it further or be sarcastic about it, then let them. Just let them, Buffy reminded herself. Glancing up at Sawyer, she nodded toward the cigarette in his hand. “Those are bad for you.”
“Thanks for the tip,” Sawyer replied sarcastically. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
“You’ll run out soon. What’re you gonna do then?”
“Go through withdraw.”
“Oh, good, then you’ll be even more pleasant than you already are,” Buffy replied.
Sawyer glanced down at her. “Sweetheart, you haven’t seen ‘pleasant’ yet. Have fun waiting.” He walked away, leaving Buffy alone again, which, she reminded herself, she wanted. She needed this time alone except that each time she glanced out over the people crowding the beach, she kept waiting to see Dawn and Faith … praying that they would just somehow materialize out of thin air. But they were gone – forever. Her throat worked convulsively at the thought, and Buffy felt perilously close to tears once more. No, Buffy told herself, I can’t cry. Not now.
Buffy thought about what Sawyer had said – about the woman who was convinced her husband was still alive. They probably think we’re all dead too. Buffy glanced behind her into the darkened dense of the jungle. Maybe … maybe they were out there. Hell, it was the truth – if they’d survived, why couldn’t those in the back of the plane survived? Was the idea anymore ludicrous? She thought about Dawn out there alone; Faith would take care of her … if she had survived. “I’ll find you,” Buffy vowed, standing as she faced the jungle – the menacing depths that didn’t exactly shout out a welcome invitation. “If you’re out there, I will find you.”
“Talking to yourself usually isn’t a good sign.”
Buffy jumped at the sound of Jack’s voice, jarring her from her thoughts and determination to find her sister and Faith. “So now we’re a psychologist?” Buffy returned, glancing over her shoulder to see Jack and Kate joining her. Gee, couldn’t anyone get some quiet time on a deserted island … with forty some other people crowding the beach? Yeah, alone time appeared out of the question.
“Who are you going to find?” Kate asked.
“My sister was in the restroom when the back of the plane tore off. So was one of my friends. I think they’re still out there, and, if they are, I’m going to find them.”
Jack and Kate exchanged a glance before Jack began gently, “I wouldn’t … I don’t think it’s a good idea if you … the chances of them surviving …” he trailed off, feeling sorry for Buffy and completely uncertain of what to say. As a doctor, bedside manner had never been one of his strong points, and, as a logical man to a fault, he didn’t see any reason in feeding false hopes.
“The chances of them surviving are about as good as our chances were,” Buffy snapped. “And, hey look, we’re still here. What makes you think it was any different for them?”
Before Jack could reply, Kate interceded, “She’s right. I mean, the front of the plane and the tail are gone. We can’t prove they’re dead. They could very well be out there.”
“So then we look for them,” Buffy concluded.
“I saw some smoke through the valley,” Kate offered. “My guess is that’d be the best place to start.”
“If there’s a chance we could find the cockpit,” Jack began slowly, not wanting to speculate they might find the tail and other survivors, “it might still be intact. If it is, we might be able to find a transceiver and send out a signal, help the rescue party find us. We’ll head out at daybreak.”
With no further arguments, Jack retreated back down the beach, returning to a makeshift tent which housed the most seriously injured passenger to survive. He’d apparently been sitting next to Kate on the plane and was now hanging onto life by a thread – alternately in and out of consciousness, muttering things that didn’t make any sense.
“Do you think he’ll live?” Buffy questioned, nodding toward the tent Jack had disappeared into. She’d seen the size of the shrapnel sticking out of the man, and had some serious doubts about Jack keeping him alive with such limited resources until the rescue planes arrived.
Kate hesitated. “I don’t know. Jack didn’t say. I don’t think he wants to admit he can’t help someone.”
“I get that,” Buffy murmured. “It’s keeping him sane right now. We do what we can, but sometimes, it just isn’t enough,” she added, her thoughts drifting back to Dawn. She’d done everything in her power to protect Dawn … hell, she’d once sacrificed her own life. What if it all hadn’t been enough? What if Dawn was truly gone?
“Hey,” Kate began gently, “if they’re out there, we’ll find them.”
“I hope so,” Buffy whispered. She bid Kate goodnight, as if any one of them were going to actually sleep and made her way across the beach toward Giles. She passed by a young Korean couple, the man speaking heatedly to his wife. Buffy had seen them earlier, but they had mostly stayed away from the commotion. From what she could tell, obviously without the benefit of understanding Korean, the man was way overprotective and wary of all the survivors. She walked by the thirty-something year old black man named Michael. He was pulling a blanket up over his ten-year-old son Walt, who Buffy had found out was more concerned about finding his Labrador retriever than anything else. The two appeared out of sorts with one another – Michael seeming almost oblivious as to how to interact with his son.
Buffy watched Boone approach his sister Shannon, offering her a chocolate bar. She scoffed at the offering. Boone told her they might be there awhile to which Shannon snapped, “The plane had a black box, idiot. They know exactly where we are, they’re coming. I’ll eat on the rescue boat.” Buffy just shook her head, not particularly fond of the golden haired beauty that looked and acted every bit the grown up version of Prom Queen. So far that day, Buffy had seen Shannon paint her fingernails … then she saw her painting her toenails. Yeah, that about summed up Shannon’s contribution for the day.
Finally, Buffy reached Giles who never looked up or said a word to acknowledge her presence. She sank down next to him, noticing Charlie and Sayid seated close by. Charlie was scribbling something on the tape he wore around each finger on his right hand. “You think they would’ve come by now,” Sayid murmured absently, staring out into the lapping waves of the ocean. Buffy didn’t want to admit how very much she agreed with Sayid. With modern technology on their side, how long could it really take to find them? As day had drifted into night, she’d begun to wonder. It wasn’t as if any of them were too eager to spend a holiday here, but Buffy really couldn’t stay here. Angel needed her. Something big was about to go down on the other side of the world, and she was helpless to do anything about it.
“How’s Willow doing?” Buffy finally asked, breaking the silence before her thoughts drove her crazy.
For a moment, Giles was silent, simply staring out with a faraway look in his eyes – as if he weren’t really here. “She’s been sleeping peacefully since Jack gave her the medication,” he replied absently, never glancing over at Buffy.
“Giles, what is it?” Buffy questioned softly. “You haven’t said a word in hours. It’s more than Faith and Dawn, isn’t it?”
Giles paused, glancing around to make certain no one appeared particularly interested in their conversation. Lowering his voice, he said, “Willow tried to establish communication with Kennedy – to tell her what happened, but it was unsuccessful. Aside from that, she … sensed something – some kind of energy – power – on this island. She tried to tap into it, but … she says it feels as though her spells are being blocked by something.”
“And let me guess,” Buffy began dryly, “this ‘something’ didn’t give Willow a warm, fuzzy feeling inside, right?”
“No. It was a dark energy, but she couldn’t elaborate further. It could only be because her concentration was disrupted by the trauma of everything that’s happened. H-have you sensed anything, Buffy?”
Buffy shook her head. “Slayer instinct hasn’t picked up any evil vibes. Well, except for maybe Shannon. She could be evil, you know.” Buffy paused. “We’re going out there tomorrow. Kate saw some smoke, and Jack thinks he might be able to find the cockpit and a radio – you know, help the rescue effort.”
“And why are you really going out there?” Giles questioned. “I don’t think I need to remind you how dangerous that could be, especially in light of what Willow has said.”
“Well, then, if there’s some apocalypse waiting to happen, who better than a Slayer to lead the troops into the jungle?”
“But that’s not why you’re going,” Giles prompted. He already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from Buffy.
“I’m going to find them, Giles. I know Dawn and Faith are still out there. I know they’re alive.”
“Buffy,” Giles began before she cut him off.
“No, I don’t want to hear it. If we survived, then they survived. I won’t leave Dawn alone out here, especially since we don’t know what the deal with here is.”
Before Giles could respond, a loud crashing noise sent all the survivors on their feet, turning to look back at the jungle. In the distance, Buffy saw entire trees smashed in the wake of whatever that thing was. For something of its apparent size, it was moving quickly, though thankfully, it didn’t look to be heading toward the beach. Instead, it appeared to be moving back deeper into the jungle. Buffy glanced over at Giles. “There is no such thing as retirement for a Slayer, is there?”
Buffy sighed, shaking her head as the entire camp suddenly came alive, wondering what the hell that thing was. Walt wondered if it was his dog Vincent. Yeah, kid, Buffy thought, that thing out there is so not just a freaking dog. Figures, it was her luck she’d find the only deserted island in probably the whole world that had its own resident monster. Her gaze locked with Sawyer’s then. Standing only a few feet away, he regarded her silently for a moment before turning and heading back down the beach. Okay, that was strange. She wondered if he might have overheard what she said to Giles. Well, that would make things decidedly awkward.
Glancing around, Buffy found Xander and Claire a little ways up the beach. Claire appeared petrified, while Xander looked like he was trying to calm her. His eyes met Buffy’s, a ‘what the hell’ expression on his face. Buffy offered and exaggerated shrug before turning back to Giles. “Okay, what the hell was that?”
“Something large,” Giles replied.
“Gee, and I figured that all out on my own without years of council training.”
“Buffy, what do you want me to say exactly? I didn’t see anything, I’ve no idea where we are that might indicate what that thing was, and I have no books. Until I see it, I can’t begin to speculate.”
“Well, then, how’s about a hike tomorrow?”
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Buffy stripped off her long sleeved, button down shirt, leaving only the tank top underneath as the sun ascended in the sky, heating the island. She glanced over at a group of survivors nearby, listening as they speculated about the “monster.”
“Whatever it was, it wasn’t natural,” Michael muttered.
“We just stay on the beach, and we’ll be fine, right?” Shannon reasoned. “I mean, that thing stayed up there, so if we stay here, we’ll be fine. The rescue planes – boats – whatever will be here soon.”
“Feels like we’ve already been saying that for awhile,” Charlie stated.
“I tried my cell,” Boone offered. “But I can’t get a signal anywhere along the beach.”
“Word is, a few of them are going into the jungle – to search for the cockpit,” Sayid said.
“The front of the plane?” Charlie questioned.
“Yes,” Sayid replied.
“What for?” Charlie asked.
“Hopefully to find the transceiver in working order,” Sayid said. “If they do, we can send out a distress call – help the planes find us.”
“Dude, I think we have some other problems,” Hurley said.
“And those problems would be any worse than being stuck on an island with some huge monster in the woods because why?” Shannon said.
“Well, um, I was just looking inside the fuselage for some more food and water – looks like we’re gonna need it. It’s pretty grim in there. I mean, do you think we should do something about the …” Hurley trailed off as Walt joined the group, his dog’s leash in his hand. “Uh, the b-o-d-y-s?” he spelled out.
“What are you spelling, man? Bodies?” Michael questioned.
“B-o-d-i-e-s,” Walt offered, giving Hurley the correct spelling.
“Sounds like a good idea,” Sayid said.
“No,” Shannon said, shaking her head. “No, they’ll deal with … the bodies when they get here.”
Jack and Kate joined the group then. “We’re going out to look for the cockpit, see if we can find a transceiver to send a distress signal to help the rescue team,” Jack explained. He turned to Boone. “I need you to keep an eye on the wounded. If the guy in the tent wakes up, try to keep him calm, and don’t let him remove that piece of shrapnel, you understand?”
“Yeah, got it,” Boone replied. “Hey, what about the guy with the leg – the tourniquet?”
“I stopped the bleeding,” Jack said. “I took it off last night. He should be all right.”
“I’ll come with you,” Charlie offered, taking a step closer to Jack. “I want to help.”
“We don’t really need anymore help.”
“I – well, it’s just I don’t really feel like standing still, so …”
“Okay, fine, you’re in,” Jack said.
“Excellent.”
Buffy shook her head, overhearing the conversation. She wondered why the guy seemed so enthusiastic about joining in, especially after last night’s escapade with the “monster.” Hell, she wasn’t so thrilled to be heading out when she didn’t know what she was up against. That thing … well, it could be anything. She glanced over at Giles, watching as he cleaned his glasses with the edge of his shirt. He was nervous. “It’s okay,” Buffy told him. “You don’t have to come. If I see anything, I’ll give you a description.”
“And based on your marvelous descriptive talents, that would be useful how?” Giles returned as he slid his glasses back on.
“Fine, then,” Buffy said as Jack, Kate, and Charlie approached. “Let’s go.”
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“So, uh, any luck then with the – you know – Kennedy thing?”
“No,” Willow replied as Andrew joined her. “I’m not having any luck with much of anything right now. There’s something … blocking everything I’m trying to do. I – I can’t describe it. All I know is that all magic attempts are useless right about now.”
“I think we’re in an alternate dimension. Oh, and Charlie is a hobbit … in disguise.”
“Alternate dimension? And Charlie is a … what!?” Willow repeated. “How did you come to a conclusion like that? No, wait, I don’t think I want to know.”
“Well, the rescue planes haven’t come. They should’ve come by now. If we’re in the real world, they would’ve come by now. So, we’re not in the real world. And haven’t you noticed how much Charlie looks like the hobbit Merry? It’s uncanny, really. Yup, we’re in Middle Earth.”
“Okay,” Willow said slowly. “Sure, you just keep living in your own little world there, Andrew. And while you’re there, do you think you might do something that requires you being far – far – away from me?”
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As they trekked deeper into the jungle, Kate continued glancing over at Charlie, frowning as she tried to place why he looked so damn familiar to her. She was certain she’d never met him. “Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Uh, yes, I’ve been waiting for this,” Charlie replied with a knowing smile.
“We haven’t ever met, right?”
“No, but I look familiar, right? But you can’t quite place it?”
“Yeah,” Kate replied slowly.
“He’s in Driveshaft,” Buffy muttered as she walked past them, moving to catch up with Jack and Giles.
“Hey now!” Charlie said. “You ruined all the bloody suspense.”
Buffy ignored him and kept walking. “So, you were in Driveshaft? As in the band?” Kate questioned.
“No, I’m in Driveshaft,” Charlie corrected. “I play bass.”
“You guys were good.”
“We are good. Back together. In the middle of a comeback,” Charlie explained.
Before Kate could reply, the group halted as thunder rumbled through the sky. Dark clouds rolled over the sun in the span of a minute as they unleashed a torrent of rain, dousing the island. “Hey, uh, guys, is this normal?” Charlie asked. “Day turning into night, you know? End of the world type weather.”
Buffy glanced over at Charlie. “Believe me, this is nothing.”
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“So, um, how did you … how did you lose your eye?” Claire questioned as Xander handed her a tray of food.
“Battle scar,” Xander replied, sitting beside her once more.
“Oh, you were in the military then?”
“Uh, no … not technically. But there was this one time …” Xander trailed off as his eyes met Claire’s. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue, and Xander realized he’d just been about to say something really stupid. Like that came as such a shocker to him, especially since a very attractive, albeit pregnant, woman was sitting next to him. Good one, Xand, he chastised himself. Yeah, just go ahead and tell her you had military training because you got turned into your costume for Halloween one year. She’ll really like you then. “…There was this one time, I thought about enlisting. Turned out, it wasn’t for me.”
“Oh, then you were in a fight?”
Xander shifted uncomfortably, really not enjoying her wanting to know about his eye. It was tough work lying, especially because he really didn’t want to lie to her. But what choice did he have? “I, uh, I work construction back home. It was an accident. I don’t really like talking about it.”
“I’m sorry,” Claire apologized gently.
“No, really, it’s okay,” Xander said hurriedly. “I mean, that whole pirate eye patch thing just screams ‘ask me what happened.’ Life’s different, you know. Only seeing outta one eye.”
“It must’ve been …” The rest of Claire’s reply was lost as thunder ripped through the sky. Xander helped Claire to her feet, looking around to find something they could use for shelter. Though, now that they were both drenched by the sudden torrent of rain, that idea seemed kind of useless.
“Do you hear that?” Claire asked, her eyes wide as she looked back at the jungle.
“What, the thunder?” He didn’t have to wait for Claire’s response as he saw what she was staring at. The monster was back, moving rapidly through the jungle by the look of the swaying treetops … and it was moving in the direction of the valley … in the direction Buffy and Giles and the others had gone just an hour or so earlier.
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Pushing back the strands of soaking hair from her face, Buffy paused as she stared out at the wreckage before them. It was the front of the plane – no sign of tail end or any survivors. Silently, Buffy cursed to herself. She’d been praying this was it – that the smoke Kate had seen was coming from the tail’s wreckage. As Charlie, Kate, and Jack made their way through to the front of the plane, Buffy paused before following. She glanced back at Giles who was now squinting into the forest, appearing as though he were searching for something.
“Giles, what is it?” Buffy questioned, coming to stand beside him.
“Do you hear that?”
“All I hear is rain and thunder.”
“It sounds like – like trees cracking.”
“Struck by lightening, maybe?” Buffy suggested.
“No,” Giles replied slowly, taking a small step forward. “I think our monster may be heading this way.”
“Then I guess it’s time for an up close and personal look at our Big Bad.”
Inside the wreckage, Jack led the way, skirting around the dead bodies until he reached the cockpit. He tried opening the door, but found it was jammed. He paused in his attempts, searching around for something to hit the door with. Grabbing a fire extinguisher, he slammed it into the door. The door swung open as a body fell forward out of the cockpit. Kate jumped as the limp body fell at her feet. Turning to her, Jack questioned, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Kate murmured, stepping over the body.
“Oh, I’m fine,” Charlie muttered sarcastically. Then louder, he said, “Charlie’s fine, by the way. I’m okay!” Kate and Jack ignored him as Jack first entered the cockpit, surveying the dead pilot as he looked for the transceiver.
“So what exactly are we looking for?” Kate questioned, joining him.
“Complicated walkie-talkie.”
“Boy, that helps,” Kate murmured as she leaned over the pilot in her search. She nearly screamed when the pilot drew in a sharp intake of breath, coughing and sputtering.
Quickly, Jack took his bottle of water from the knapsack he carried, allowing the pilot to drink. He had a horrendous gash on his forehead, and appeared to have been unconscious since the wreck.
“How many survived?” the pilot asked hoarsely.
“At least forty-eight. Does anything feel broken?”
“No. My head’s a little dizzy, that’s all.”
“It’s probably a concussion,” Jack concluded.
“How long has it been?”
“Sixteen hours.”
“And no one has come?” the pilot prompted.
“Not yet,” Jack responded, urging him to take more water.
“We were six hours in,” the pilot explained, his voice weary. “Our radio went out, we lost all contact. No one could see us, so we turned back to land in Fiji. By the time we hit turbulence, we were a thousand miles off course. They’re … they’re looking for us in all the wrong places.”
Kate and Jack exchanged a brief, worried glance before Jack turned his attention back to the pilot. “Do you have a transceiver?” The pilot reached over to retrieve it, but couldn’t quite reach it from his seat. “Look, you shouldn’t try to move just yet,” Jack explained.
“No, no, I’m okay,” the pilot argued. “Its okay – the transceiver is right there,” he added, pointing it out to Kate who was closest to it. She grabbed it and handed it over to the pilot, mentally offering a prayer that the damn thing worked.
As the pilot fiddled with the radio, Jack glanced around the cockpit. “Where’s Charlie?” he asked Kate. “And Buffy and Giles?”
“Charlie came in with us. Buffy and Giles stayed outside,” Kate explained even as she walked through the cabin, looking for Charlie. “Charlie?” she asked. She jumped a little, startled when the bathroom door banged open and Charlie emerged. “What were you doing in the bathroom?”
“What?” Charlie questioned, tucking the small baggie of heroin into his back pocket so that Kate wouldn’t see it.
“I asked …” Kate’s voice trailed off as Buffy and Giles burst into the plane. The plane trembled as the steady sound of rain faded as something akin to a roar sounded in the distance. Trees crackled and snapped as the world around them quivered with the weight of the “monster” walking.
“Jesus bloody Christ,” Charlie cursed as a tremor rendered him off balance, and he barely remained on his feet by grabbing hold of the remains of a chair. “I feel like I’ve just been bloody cast in Jurassic Park … uh, what number are they on again?”
“Somehow, I doubt that’s a T-Rex out there,” Buffy replied as she looked out the window, trying to catch a glimpse of the beast as it’s shadow passed over the plane.
“W-what’s outside?” the pilot whispered, terrified as the remnants of the plane shook again. As Jack tried to get a look at the monster, the pilot pushed himself out of his seat, climbing halfway out the broken window to see what was going on. Jack glanced back, and, noticing the pilot, reached for him to yank him back inside but it was too late. His body was ripped from the plane, blood spattering over the window.
“What the bloody hell was that?” Charlie yelled as the plane rocked again, this time falling down from its inclined position and sending all of them sprawling to the floor.
“We have to get out of here – now!” Buffy shouted, helping Giles to his feet. “Let’s go! Move!”
“Jack, c’mon,” Kate pleaded, grabbing his arm just as he reached for the discarded transceiver. He grasped the transceiver, and then he, Kate, and Charlie jumped out of the plane, taking off after Buffy and Giles. The pounding gait of the monster followed them.
Knowing they couldn’t outrun the thing behind them, Buffy spotted a small alcove, concealed by vines. “Here, Giles, in there,” Buffy said, grabbing his arm and pointing to the alcove. “Guys!” Buffy yelled, waving down Charlie and Kate. She didn’t see Jack. “In here!” They ran over to her. Buffy stopped Kate and demanded, “Where’s Jack?”
Wildly, terrified, Kate glanced back behind her, her eyes searching for Jack. “I – I don’t know. He – he was right behind me.”
“Go, I’ll find him,” Buffy replied, taking off before Kate had the opportunity to protest. Buffy darted quickly through the trees, scanning the surrounding area for any sign of Jack. Her heart pounding, Buffy finally slowed as she noticed Jack staring up into the overhanging branches of a tree, transfixed by whatever it was he saw. “Hey,” Buffy said, relaxing a little to see he was alive and to hear the monster retreating in the distance. “You were supposed to be running.” He didn’t say a word, and, as Buffy approached him, she noticed pilot’s wings imbedded in the muddy ground. Slowly, she raised her eyes to the tree.
“How does something like that happen?” Jack questioned.
Buffy gazed at the body of the pilot, face down and tangled in the tree branches. The skin of his face was torn off, but he’d not been eaten. She’d seen gruesome before, but something about this chilled her to the bone. Shaking her head, she replied softly, “I’m not sure I want to know.”
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