"Stay back?" she parroted, boggling at the tiny thing shielding her from the girl. He kept shouting about witches and sunlight and frankly, this was getting out of hand. If he didn't stop panicking like this they would all be in trouble. Good thing the girl was keeping a clear head about it. (But that hair - where the hell did she get the dye for that?)
Determined to quiet them both down, Claire kneeled and drew out her own torch, flicking it on and off. The yellowed light cut the darkness in two and gave them both long, sinister shadows. "It's not magic. It's a machine. See?" There was enough light from the other torches around that they could see when she screwed off the end to reveal the bulb and popped out the batteries. "Witches have nothing to do with it."
So weird that he would think that. Claire regarded him closely, noting the wild hair and the unusually stocky frame for a child. Had he been living in the wild on the island? Somewhere remote from the Others, far from the old camp and the hatches? Or had he actually seen this stuff before, but misunderstood? You'd think Claire would have seen him by now if he was running loose. She knew the island too well to have missed anyone for that long.
Perhaps...perhaps he had always been a prisoner of the Others. Since birth.
That didn't explain the girl. Actually, that didn't explain anything. Nothing at all. This was just too much to think about and they had to go. Now.
Militant, she rose and snapped the torch back together. Claire pursed her lips at the two. She couldn't just leave them. They were too young. About the same age as that pair that the Others took - Zach, and his sister. She hadn't caught her name. The woman taking care of them kept shooing her away.
"Look, I don't know where you two came from or what the hell is going on here, but we need to leave. They'll kill us if we don't." She held out a hand to them both. It didn't matter who took it, as long as they followed.
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Determined to quiet them both down, Claire kneeled and drew out her own torch, flicking it on and off. The yellowed light cut the darkness in two and gave them both long, sinister shadows. "It's not magic. It's a machine. See?" There was enough light from the other torches around that they could see when she screwed off the end to reveal the bulb and popped out the batteries. "Witches have nothing to do with it."
So weird that he would think that. Claire regarded him closely, noting the wild hair and the unusually stocky frame for a child. Had he been living in the wild on the island? Somewhere remote from the Others, far from the old camp and the hatches? Or had he actually seen this stuff before, but misunderstood? You'd think Claire would have seen him by now if he was running loose. She knew the island too well to have missed anyone for that long.
Perhaps...perhaps he had always been a prisoner of the Others. Since birth.
That didn't explain the girl. Actually, that didn't explain anything. Nothing at all. This was just too much to think about and they had to go. Now.
Militant, she rose and snapped the torch back together. Claire pursed her lips at the two. She couldn't just leave them. They were too young. About the same age as that pair that the Others took - Zach, and his sister. She hadn't caught her name. The woman taking care of them kept shooing her away.
"Look, I don't know where you two came from or what the hell is going on here, but we need to leave. They'll kill us if we don't." She held out a hand to them both. It didn't matter who took it, as long as they followed.