Brodie, Tara, Davis, Kelsey, and even the damned baboons belong to someone
else. I have no idea who. Whoever y'all are though, I wasn't quite happy
with the ending and neither were some of my friends and so I decided
to write this here alternate ending. I beg your indulgence since the
only thing I gained from this was a little personal satisfaction and
the knowledge that maybe I made said friends smile.
To Kaly for beta-ing and to Helen, whose constant references to Frank's
being a wuss at the end here gave this particular plot bunny life. This
one's for you, Helen.
Author's Warning: I been thinking of doing this for quite awhile
and today as I sat on my sick couch watching this movie for the sixth
or seventh time, finally giving it my undivided attention this particular
plot bunny decided it was ready to be wrote. Hopefully it makes sense,
though I really meant for the thought process to be somewhat jumbled
so ... well ... you'll see what I mean. Hope y'all enjoy.
"Finish it." When I said those words,
that was all I wanted. For it to be over. In that moment I didn't care
if any of us lived. I just wanted the bastards dead. Wanted the nightmares
over. I was ready to die.
"Run!!!" Trust Davis to be thinking
still of the girls.
Of the ones who might still make if off this
God forsaken hellhole alive. "Davis?! What are you doing?"
Wonder if the doc had any idea what a determined
young woman his daughter would grow up to be. That stubborn determination
will get her killed if...
"They're giving us a second chance."
And that would be the rich bitch. Gal's got a set of lungs on her, and
an attitude that won't quit. But she's got grit too. Got to give her
that. Wanted to tell 'em both to get the hell to the beach but then
Davis managed to send the lantern flying and the explosion seemed to
sap all my strength and I lie there waiting to die, Davis on the ground
several feet away, damned baboons screaming in pain. Hope it hurts like
hell, you sorry SOBs.
Up to that point it was all so clear. It's everything
that comes after that I can't quite recall the details to. Davis was
wrong. I did come here to die. Figured it to be the only way the nightmares
would ever end and ain't the sorta man to put a gun to my head. Go out
fighting, and all that bullshit. So what in the hell am I doing lying
on a bunk in a coast guard cutter's med lab staring at the ceiling while
some wet behind the ears lady doc stitches up my wounds.
One minute I'm lying there ready to die and the
next I'm up and moving. Davis. I can remember glancing his way when
the tower landed with a thud. Not sure what I expected to see in the
light and shadows cast by the fire, but I guess the sight of him lying
there waiting to die touched a nerve. "Not on my watch. Not this
The words seemed ripped from my throat as I surged
to my feet. Then I was moving. Tara and Kelsey were already out of sight.
No doubt heading for the beach and the two man raft as fast as they
could run. "Some could swim along side," the spoiled little
rich girl had said. To which I'd responded with my usual sarcasm, "Sharks
would love that."
Guess I decided to take my chances with the sharks.
"Up! Damn it, Davis! On your feet."
Toss up as to which of us is was in worse shape,
but he's on his feet and somehow we're moving through the tall grass
headed for the tree line and the beach beyond.
"They're behind us, damn it Brodie we're
"Just keep moving." Easy for me to
say. Harder to do. I can hear them behind us in the grass, grunting
Damn legs feel like jello, the tendon in my right
ankle pulling with every jarring step. Damn baboon nearly bit it clean
through. It pops and I'm done for. Grass finally gives way to trees
and rocks and sand. Then we're on the beach. Harder to run here and
I can hear the damned killers gaining ground.
"It's Davis! Brodie!" Leave it to the
doc's kid to state the obvious.
"Are you crazy? We've got to go!" And
the rich bitch to keep right on thinking of herself. Listen to her Tara.
Davis and I can't catch up, you leave our asses behind. Don't wait.
I remember yelling that at her in my head, but what really happened
is I went face first in the sand. Managed to glance up long enough to
see that Davis was still moving. At a walk now but still moving. He
was going to make it, and then I could die happy knowing no one else
had died on my watch.
"Brodie!!" Doc's kid again. Tara. Tried
to wave her off. Meant what I told her 'bout saving her balancing the
Don't care what happens to me, she has to get
off this damn island. Then Davis is there at my side. Dragging me to
my feet. The move hurting him as much as it does me. It's his turn to
egg me on.
"No one gets left behind this time, old
man. On your feet." And somehow we're moving again. A impossibly
wide stretch of sand between us and the water. Tara and Kelsey already
have the raft inflated, fighting to hold on to it in the surf. Get far
enough out not to be swept right back in. And behind us, those damn
killer baboons. Just the thought of the bastards winning spurs me on.
Davis wasted precious time to pull me to my feet. We're gonna make it
God damn it. Another warning scream. This time
from the rich girl and then we're on wet sand. And finally, finally
in the waves. Honestly don't know if I was pulling Davis or him me at
that point but then neither of us is pulling the other as small hands
close over my arms. "Get in." And then miracle of miracles
I'm face down in the life raft half lying on the doc's kid. And somehow
the raft built for two is carrying four, and holding.
"We made it. Thank God." And then and
there, in my mind, I found myself repeating Tara Matthews' words as
I listened to the baleful screams of the monsters on the beach. Wishing
at the same time for my cigarettes and bottle, wanting to toast the
bastards good riddance.
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