Chapter O7

It began to rain and in the meantime Kara and Vincent had taken cover inside the Black Rock. It was filthy, dead bugs and animals, skeletons of humans, rotten food- the place smelled. Kara had spent the last few hours trying to clean the place up slightly. She had never been much of a cleaner- in fact she had people who did her cleaning for her back home in Manhattan. But this was her home now, and here she had no maids and cleaning ladies.

She sat on one of the wine crates below in the cellar of the ship. Most of the crates were empty and only a few bottles of wine were left, but Kara didn't mind. She wasn't a drinker.

" Maybe It'll take us a lot longer to clean this place up." Kara muttered to herself as she held Vincent.

She felt that the time that she spent away from the other was needed to calm herself down. She had blown everything off on Richard who in real sense had done nothing. She could remember looking at his face, it was confused as shocked to see her yell at him.

Part of her wanted to apologize for acting a bitch to him, but then again what is he was trying to get to her so that they could update on her file. What did they have on her anyways? That what she really wanted to know as well.

And Finally. After a days and days of searching she had met the mystery man again. But when she met him she wasn't actually looking for him, she met him on her way to the Black Rock. And when he met he had asked her what she was up to,

" Why are you heading towards the Black Rock?" He asked eyeing Vincent.

" I've decided to live out here by myself and Vincent." She answered gesturing towards the dog. Jacob nodded.

" I see, and what do the rest of your people think of this?" Kara shrugged.

" I don't know. I haven't told any of them." She replied.

" Why don't you want anyone to know where you are?" He asked her. He and Kara grabbed a seat on a rock nearby.

" Because they don't want me there anyways. Besides the last thing I want is for them to be sniffing their girdles all up in my business."

" Okay then." Jacob said feeling somewhat uncomfortable, "But you know Kara, running from your past doesn't help you heal." He said. Kara furrowed her brows and looked at him confused.

" How do you know about my past? Is there something you're not telling me..." She trailed on and looked at the mystery man sitting beside her, but he wasn't there anymore.

He had disappeared yet again.

Now as she sat taking shelter in the old deserted pirate ship she sort of realized what he had meant about running from her past. On the Island with the other Oceanic survivors their past struggles, crimes and hardships and such slowly started to unfold in front of her and the others.

And the last thing Kara wanted was for the Island to reveal her secrets in front of people that she didn't even trust.

Richard treaded through the heavy rain heading towards the Black Rock, the reason for his bringing on this Island. He took a few deep breaths before running again looking for Kara. He hadn't been in this part of the jungle for years, there were too many memories he wanted to forget.

After a running and looking everywhere for an old worn Pirate Ship, Richard finally found his past haunting him. The ship looked very blurry under all of the heavy rain, but he could make it out anyways. He had no idea why she would even want to stay there, even when he was on the ship the place was filthy. Now, after many, many years who knows how intoxicated it could be?

As he approached the ship he was able to hear the voice of Kara talking to the dog and every know and then he would hear him bark.

At least they are okay. He thought as he stood in front of the ship.

In his mind were the memories that he carried throughout his time on the Island, and many of the scarring ones. Of him chained to the ship, seeing his 'mates' shot by, the death of his wife Isabella and seeing illusions of her on the ship. Meeting the Man in Black, his immortality and so on.

And this all happened because he had allegedly killed a man.

As he walked on the ship the old worn wood floors of the ship creaked with every pace he took. He walked slowly in fear that he might crack the boards and fall through, but nonetheless, he kept his eyes and ears opened for Kara, following the sounds of her voice.

" So anyways, I guess in a way high school in all honesty wasn't that bad... Actually that's a lie. I hated everyone." She told Vincent. " But then I wen to university and my career kicked off. So, life was great for a while... Then I came here." She said solemnly with a sigh. She sat with her back pressed up against the wall of the ship, but she was startled by a creak in the floors and all of a sudden shot up from het form and looked around her weary.

" Please tell me you heard that Vincent?" She whispered to the dog. He didn't reply. " Vincent! Please tell me I'm not going crazy!" She said to him and he barked

" Oh thank God. I asked that cause this place makes you whack." She said with a laugh. " But you know, just incase there is a serial killer on this ship- we're prepared." She said raising her brows and pointing to the crates of dynamite.

She carefully gathered the sticks, she didn't know if they were unstable during this time era or not, but she didn't want to find out the hard way. Soon, around the entrance down in the cellar she had lined the place up with sticks of explosives.

However when the noticed the man that entered into the cellar she had an imediate change of heart.

It was Richard.

When Richard entered into the brig soaking wet, is foot set off an explosion with the dynamite.

All Kara remembered after that was her flashback of Artz blowing up when he held the stick of dynamite, and now all she could do was think of what would happen to Richard. She ducked undercover (Vincent was long gone, wasn't in the brig anymore) and closed her eyes taking in a deep breath praying that Richard didn't die because of her stupid antics.