The Con and the Artist

Lost: Confessions

These cages were enough to drive anyone to insanity. The days were hard and long, and the nights were cold and lonely. I tried not to cry at night, knowing Sawyer was 10 feet away and I couldn't save him. 

It was in the morning when I could hear some frantic voices off in the distance. I sat up slowly and saw Sawyer and Kate looking frantically to the right. I turned and looked too, seeing a woman on a stretcher with people frantically running around her. 

"What do you think happened?" I call to them. 

"It was one of us" Sawyer says proudly. 

"Sawyer, she could die" I call back. 

"Good! Emelia they locked us up in cages, and who knows where the Doc is! It's one less Other to deal with" He tries to explain to me. I'm about to say more when Ben, Tom and a few other men come walking out towards us. They approach my cage first. 

"Don't you touch her!" Sawyer threatens, banging against the cage bars. I look at him, fear in my eyes as they surround my cage, Ben in the middle of them all, looking at me with a bright smile in his eyes. 

"Please Emelia, just make this easy and stick your left arm out of the cage and don't struggle. I don't want to hurt you" He says softly, a syringe in his right hand. 

"What's in it?" I ask hesitantly, looking at the needle full of a silvery liquid. 

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that. You'll just have to trust me" Ben says. 

"And if I don't comply?" 

"We'll hurt you. And your friends" He whispers to me. I sigh and move towards the bars. Slowly stick out my left arm. He walks over to me, pulls on his glasses from the top of his head and grabs my arm. I wince as he inserts the needle into my skin, pump my veins full of the cold liquid. 

"You may feel a bit dizzy and sick. But if you start throwing up tell someone immediately" He informs me, putting his glasses back on the top of his head. 

"What does it do?" I ask the dizziness coming to me in waves. 

"It will only further your nerve damage, the cold that over comes you randomly, that you have to wear a jacket? It only makes that worse. Don't worry, it may be painful but it won't kill you" He says, purposefully loud enough for Kate and Sawyer to hear.  

I quickly back away from the cage bars and sit on one of the concrete landings, my heart seems to stop. As I'm in my daze they walk over to an angry Sawyer's cage. I look up and see them starting to lead him away. I run to my bars and starting scream for them to bring him back. Tears come to my eyes as Sawyer screams out my name. I'm broken down in tears by the time he is gone. 

Sawyer struggled as they grabbed him and lead him away from the girls, from his girl. He was almost free of them when he was hit in the back of the head with the but of a rifle. 

When he awoke, he was tied down to a large cold metal table, unable to move around much. 

"Ah, nice to see your awake" Ben smirked at him. 

"Now, how old are you?" Ben asks. 

"32" Sawyer spits. Ben gives him a look and waits for the truth. 

"35" Sawyer grumbles. 

"Weight?" 

"180, why do you need to know?" 

"Well, assuming what you told me is correct, your active heart rate should be around 140" Ben mumble pulling out a needle. Sawyer began to panic, tugging against his restraints. The other men in the room held him down and put a strip of leather between his teeth, before Ben plunged the needle into Sawyer's chest. He screamed out in pain and assumed he blacked out from the trauma of it.