'The Others have been skulking around and watching us for four days now,' said Locke to Jack, in the latter's tent.

Jack felt consternation and he frowned. 'And what do you propose we do about that, John? I can barely take care of our sick, and now we-'

'I'll take care of it, Jack. I just need to know you'll be ready when the time comes. Don't worry, you'll know.' And Mr Locke turned about and left the tent, clad in his sweat-stained white shirt and cartgo trousers, scarred face serene.

Charlie felt love for Claire, who nursed Aaron just now, and although the bound and gagged Kate on the shore gave him an erection, it did not dissuade him one bit from his course. Claire lusted for Charlie too, and she wished jim to impregnate her anf give her another, but ecen so it would be so far away.

No one really liked Locke, not even Walt. The negro lad accepted his mentorship, asnf playrd the backgammon with him, and together they had Vincent fetch, and when all was said and done Walt despised him and resented him and wanted him dead.

Jack popped Hugo's hemorrhoids, and the blood sprayed the disgraced doctor's face which he accepted without complaint, and Shepard accepted the Hepatitis B and HIV with aplomb. Hugo attemptedt to lick away the corruption, but Jack waved him off and that was that.

Sayid and Sawyer were both horny retards, let's face it. Both of them fouhght, Shannon and Kate respectively were in their minds as they vied with each other, but all the while Boone waited drank a glass of melk and waited for Locke's signla. Sayid and Sawyer slew each other by accident, and the folk of Flight 815 were appalled and arranged for burials.

'We have been buffeted by the Dark Wings of Adversity,' said Locke grimly at the burial that night, looking at each attendee in turn. 'You may think all is lost, but you are wrong. Now grieve, as you should, but steel yourselves for what awaits us.' They heard these words, and many carried them with them for the rest of their numbered days, but no one spoke an answer.

That same night the Charlie visited Claire in her tent, and although he startled her, the young woman's expression quickly shifted to a joyous smile. 'Charlie? What's going on?'

Charlie Pace had been a session guitarist for Hinder sometime before the crash, and he strode forward, and taking Claire's hands in his, serenaded and made love to her there on the sandy carpet. She shrieked his name twice, and his eyes near bulged out of his head and his mouth droop open as though bowels demand communion with ground beach beneath him.

'Claire,' panted Charlie sometime later, lying with the woman. 'We're sex-havers. Do not tell Jack or anyone else. They can't know about us.' Claire agreed.

John Locke and his acolyte Boone prepared their tools that night. They were traps; remarkably life-like simulacra of Kate and Jin and several others, right to the particulars including hairs volunteered from the subjects and body odor accurate too; several disguised bear-traps and covered pits with feces-tipped spikes at the bottom; and a tree rigged to collapse by wires.

Not three hours later, just after midnight, Ethan, Danny, Mikhal Biakunin, Ben Linus, Mr Friendly, Bee, and Juliet arrived at the outskirts. They were the pinnacle of surreptitious sinister stealth, but in short it was all for naught. The Others here plotted to kidnap several of the Survivors, especially Jack and Kate, and at a gesture from Mr Linus, Mr Friendly moved with blinding speed and pounced upon the Kate-doll, which promptly coated his hands in a grioevous toxin. His insides were liquified with fifteen seconds, and he fell to his knees and vomited long ropes of gore, his intestines and spleen. Eyes bulging beyond reason and shaking feebly, Friendly choked on his own viscera.

Linus fronwed. Most unexpected. Bee inadvertently triggered a bear-trap as she took a step sideways, yelping and falling with her leg audibly snapping. She cried for help and reached for her comrafdes, Bakunonin made to free her from the trap, while Danny drrew his pistol and whispered for Juliet and Mr Linus to flee the scene, under Ethan's protection. All three of them raced off back into the jungle.

Boone darted from behind a thick tree, slamming a crowbar into the small of Danny's back, causing the latter to drop his firearm and scream, vetrebra shattered and near partalyxed. 'Don't-!' said Dany, but then the crowbar smashed his skull asunder as a rotten fruit, and Boone rounded on Bakunin, the pistol forgotten even as Bee whimpered and struggled weakly.

Elsewhere, Linus, Juliet, and Ethan contnined their flight, but sensed they were pursued. Accurate, as Locke himself came from the shadows, an avenger of old, and he hamstrung Ms Juliet with one practiced slash. She sceamed and collapsed, and as Linus gasped and loosed his bladder and resumed running away, Ethan tackled Locke, and the two were entwined in a ball of limbs and deadly mortal contest. For some seconds they fought, till Locke's fingers made pulp of Ethan's eyes, and he crushed the younger man's windpipe with hsi hands. Rising to his feet, breathing heavily, John Locke smiled grimly. 'Run if you like, but there's nowhere to hide.'

Jin, Jack, and some of the other Survivors, well-roused by now, arrived in time to see Bakunin plunge a knife into Boone's belly even as the latter smote the one-eyed diver on the forehead, with sufficient force to crack through the head and mutilate the brain. Both men fell, and the Survivors cried out. One of them took the gun, and Jack himself treated Bee, and she was promptly taken prisoner. Although Rose touched the Jin-doll out of curiosity and so doomed herself to Friendly's fate, this was accounted a remarkable victory.

'What happeen-' said Jacvk Shepard, just as muffled shrieks turned everyone's attnetoon. Locke strode from the woods, a struggling woman carried over his right shoulder, and in the man's other hand he carried a bloody human head by the hair. Benjamin Linus, his face contorted in a comically exaggered expression of terror and shock.

The next morning, they interrogated Bee and Juliet, both women being kept tightly bound and gagged in cages at all times of the day when not questioned. Friendly's and Ben's heads were kept on stakes at the outskirts of the mungle, and Boone's prospects for recovery were exceedingly slim. The Survivors walked in fear of Locke from then onward, and many of them whispered of imminent retribution at the hands of the Others, but even so they were invariably more terrified of Locke than that threat.

'My wotrk has only just started,' Locke told them, and they kept these words close, and didn not forget them.

The end.