Benjamin Linus

It was a good twenty-minute hike to Lost Valley, but Ben wasn't about to drive his car here. The last thing he wanted was for someone to discover his past.

He led Mike through the woods, traveling along the bottom of the miniature valley until they came across a series of old, run-down shacks and cabins. The aging structures were covered in moss and vines, with most of the doors gaping open and the windows broken out. Here and there, a few scattered remains of the previous residence could be seen; an old shoe, a weathered teddy-bear, a length of hose.

The place was eerily silent and deathly still. A cluster of dark, billowing clouds overhead seemed an ominous reflection of the dark history this place held. From the vacant cabins, the scenery shifted as the two contiued on. Clusters of homes gave way to dense forests again, mixed with tangles of shrubs and vines. And then they were there. Ben stopped a few feet from a mass, open pit. It was roughly nine feet deep and wide enough to hold over forty bodies.

Within the pit, the long-decayed remains of countless people lay, all heaped and sprawled together. They were mainly a mess of bones and tattered clothing, with a bit of weather-tanned skin and clumps of hair. "You know what this place is, Mike?" Ben questioned, after giving Mike a moment to fully look over the horrifying sight.

Mike

Mike looked down at the pit. "It looks like a place where you dump all the people you've murdered." He replied, hiding his fear.

Benjamin Linus

An amused chuckled came in response to Mike, "You figured that out pretty quick. Take a look down there, Mike. Do you see anyone familiar?" Benjamin moved a little closer to the pit, nodding his head towards the far corner. There a body lay that hadn't fully decayed yet; in fact, it looked like it had been there less than a week or two. The body was dressed in police uniform - this was an ACPD officer. "Your father." There was a cruel hint of enjoyment in his voice as he announced this, his brooding eyes searching for Mike's reaction.

"All these people - everyone here - deserves to be here. They... they use to be my family." He went on, the muse dying from his voice as he picked up a more serious, almost self-riteous tone. No hint of sadness, remorse, or regret. "I use to respect them, but they let me down. Real family is not determined by blood, as you and your father have proved. Family is determined by loyalty to one another." Ben paused in his speech, letting the words sink in, the fear build up. And then came his final question, "Do you know why I brought you here?"

Mike

Mike looked at his father's body. He never really cared much about his father; he only hid behind him. "So?" He replied, listening as Ben continued. "Yeah. Can we cut the crap about family? I already know you're going to kill me." He didn't seem to be afraid of death. He knew it was coming soon. He was only afraid of pain.

Benjamin Linus

A momentary smirk lifted the side of Ben's mouth before it faded away, "That is exactly the kind of attitude that landed most of them in there." Benjamin had put the taiser away in favor for the pistol, which he now raised and aimed at Mike's head. Just for the sake of rattling the other, he didn't fire right away, but slowly clicked back the hammer and waited a few seconds, "The fact that you molest your own sister is reason enough to kill you, but that's not the reason you are here. You are here because you pose a distinct threat to my daughter..." The hammer was clicked completely back now, as his finger began to slowly press upon the trigger, "...and I can't afford to have her hurt again." Just before the bullet was fired, Ben aimed downward, sending a bullet for Mike's gut; adding a second one to the first that he had shot when they were at Mikhail's house.

Mike

Mike kept his eyes on Ben. "My sister's a freak. She deserved it." He replied hatefully. "Speaking of Shasta," He then said after a pause, "tell her that my ghost will come to haunt her because I hate her so much." A grin spread across his face just before the first bullet hit his abdomen. The second one, however, missed as he fell into the pit.

Benjamin Linus

Benjamin stepped forward again, so that he could see the bottom of the pit where Mike lay, "I wouldn't be calling her the freak." Ben shook his head lightly, then turned away and hurried from the grave site.

Mike

Mike lay still for a while, eyes closed. Long after Ben left, he painfully stood up and began trying to get out of the pit. After some time, he climbed up the corner of the pit and walked away.