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Chapter 1: Perfect Day Ruined

A slight breeze rustled through the air, making the palm trees sway in a way that was very peaceful. The beautiful, blue ocean waves collided quietly with the land, making the shore seem even smoother than it already was. If someone didn't know any better, they would think that this was a little view of paradise. But William did know better.

As he sat there, admiring the scenery he couldn't help but feel a little bit of guilt at what he did. Even though he did not remember much of what happened, he knew in his heart that it was bad. But the island sounds quickly soothed him and he decided to lay down on the sand for a quick rest. With food getting harder to find and no one around to help him the days were becoming more and more tiring for William. He wasn't even sure how much longer he could last.

After a few minutes of peaceful relaxation on the beach, William heard a great, booming sound in the sky. Quickly, he jumped up and watched the sky with amazement. Although he could not tell what it was at first, right in front of his eyes an airplane was falling out of the sky, aimed right for the island. As the gigantic monster drew nearer by the second, William frantically darted off into the jungle. A minute later, Oceanic Flight 815 hit the ground exactly where William had just been resting.


"Hey! Help me over here!"

"Oh my God!"

"Please, somebody get this thing off me!"

"Help! We need people over here by the tail!"

"Holy shit! They're all dead!"

The beach was pure chaos. On it laid the wreckage of an airplane, with dozens of people scattered around the cockpit, fuselage, and tail sections. Some people were desperate to escape the awful scene and gathered into a group, forty feet down the beach. There they stood, silent in shock, surprise, and horror as they watched their plane become engulfed in flames. Some people tried to be heroes, running around the wreckage and spotting people who needed help. Heroic as this was, several of them perished in the colossal fires that were eating up the wreckage. Still, some people ran through the chaos desperate to find loved ones and family members that they had become separated from.

A doctor named Jack Shephard was helping to usher some people out of the first class area, where they had all become stuck in their seats. As soon as he saw they were all safe, Jack ran across the wreckage to the tail section where one woman was being crushed under the weight of a huge piece of wreckage.

"Ow, ow, ow," she moaned. "Please be careful."

Jack gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'm a doctor."

She gasped for breath, the same time rolling her eyes. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

Jack lifted until his face was red and the vein in his neck was throbbing. His strength was very impressive with the added adrenaline rush kicking in. Finally, he managed to free her from the wreckage. He helped her stand off and she brushed debris off her shirt. Finally she looked at him and smiled. "Thank you so much. What's your name doctor?"

Jack smiled and stuck out his hand for her to shake. "It's Jack."

"Jack," she repeated shaking his hand. "I'm Libby. You just saved my life."


Standing at the edge of where the beach met the jungle, a woman named Kate Austen watched the disaster occurring. Tears formed in her eyes as she watched the dreadful scene and hated herself for not being there with the others, helping. However, Kate Austen was a fugitive being brought back to the United States by a marshal named Edward Mars. Kate had been on the run from the law for a few years and Mars had always been there trying to catch her.

Now that their plane had just crashed, Kate was hoping that Mars would be dead in the wreckage. If he was then she would finally be free, at least for a while until rescue showed up. Realizing that this was her chance, Kate started pondering the radical thought of staying on the island, away from everybody else, all alone and by herself.

Kate kept watching all the people evacuating the wreck and others still there, trying to put the fires out. She couldn't see Mars anywhere. Confident that nobody had paid any attention to her at all during the pandemonium, she wondered if now was the time that she should slip off into the jungle. Before the panic settled down and before order was resumed among the survivors.

Taking one last look at the remains of Flight 815, Kate turned to face the trees and was immediately met with a gun pointed at her face. From behind the bushes, the U.S. marshal Edward Mars stepped out, wearing a grin that was so unfitting for the situation that it sent chills down her spine.

"Hey there Kate," he said smoothly. "Didn't think you'd get away so easy, did you?"


A strong, large man named Eko Tunde was back at the wreckage, helping people with injuries get over to a large group of survivors that were gathering down along the beach. Eko saw a person kneeling over a body by the fuselage and without hesitation, ran over to see what was going on. A young man about the age of 22 was attempting to do CPR on a girl that seemed to be just as young.

"Come on Shannon!" the man yelled in between breaths. "Come on, wake up! You can do this!"

Eko kneeled down and quickly introduced himself to the man. "Hello, my name is Mr. Eko. Do you need assistance?"

The man nodded. "Yeah man, I thought I could do this but…" He took a deep breath. "I guess I was wrong." He looked down at the girl named Shannon mournfully.

Eko quickly spotted a man he had seen earlier helping people and called over to him. "You! You over there! Come help us!"

With his loud voice, he quickly caught the man's attention. The man ran over and saw the girl Shannon lying there. Eko asked him "Do you know how to perform CPR?"

The man nodded. "Yeah, I'm a doctor. She need some help?" He kneeled down and started to give her breaths. While the doctor was working, Eko turned to the man kneeling next to him and asked "What is your name?"

"Boone," he replied. He pointed to the girl. "That's my sister, Shannon."

Eko and Boone watched in silence for a few minutes, hoping with anticipation that Shannon would spring back to life. Sure enough, with the doctor's excellent skills Shannon suddenly opened her eyes and gasped for breath. Boone leapt over to her and laughed with relief.

"Shannon, are you all right?!" he asked.

She gazed around, confused at her surroundings. "Where the hell are we?"

As Boone started to explain, Eko heard a shout from behind him. He quickly turned around and saw a man shouting something inaudible. Eko walked over to him and could hear that the man was shouting "WALT! WAALT!"

The man noticed Eko and asked him frantically "Hey, have you seen a boy around here about ten years old? Anywhere?"

Eko sadly shook his head. He had not seen any children at all and was already starting to grieve for this man who had maybe lost his son in the crash. At that moment, an arab man ran over to the father shouting and asked "Excuse me but are you looking for a boy by the name of Walt?"

The father grabbed the arab man's shoulders. "Yeah, yeah, you seen him? Where's my son?"

The arab man calmly lifted the father's hands off his shoulders and pointed towards the group down the beach. "He's down there with the others. I thought it best to get him safe before finding his father."

The father smiled happily and said "Oh thank God. What's your name?"

The arab man replied "I am Sayid."

The father shook his hand and said "Thank you Sayid. I'm Michael." He then quickly ran off towards the group of survivors.

Eko then walked up to Sayid. "Hello, my name is Mr. Eko."

Sayid nodded and stuck out his hand. Eko shook it and continued "That was very kind what you did for that man back there. Come, let us help the rest of these good people together."

"It would be a pleasure Eko," Sayid said.

Eko then glared and looked at him with a somewhat threatening expression "That would be MR. Eko."


Kate dashed through the jungle, leaping over logs and rocks. She turned her head for a second and saw that Mars was just several feet behind her, struggling to keep her pace through the dense underbrush. Kate has just barely managed to slip out of Mars's grip a few moments ago when he had her at gunpoint on the beach. He had reached into his pocket to take out an extra set of handcuffs and in a split second, a huge gust of wind from one of the engines made the gun fly out of his hand. Kate, seeing this as her opportunity, immediately ran into the jungle.

And now here she was, racing through the jungle for her one chance at escape. She made some quick twists and turns through the trees, trying to set Mars off on the wrong direction. But Mars was cunning, smart, and he knew how Kate Austen worked. None of her tricks fooled him and he kept right on her trail.

Then Mars felt a prick in his ankle and a moment later, he froze and yelped out in pain. He looked down and saw that sticking into his leg was a very sharp piece of metal, obviously from the airplane. Kate, who was way ahead now, looked back and could just barely see Mars as he kneeled down to check his injury. "Good," she thought. "The prick deserves whatever he got." Without a moment to lose, Kate continued her run through the jungle.

Realizing he couldn't lose her, Mars forced the immense pain out of his mind and ripped out the metal. As he did his wound started to bleed, but not as bad as he thought it would. Gathering his strength, he got up and tore through the jungle at breakneck speed. This little bitch was NOT going to get away.


Claire Littleton was over eight months pregnant. Even though her doctors said it would be okay, she knew that she probably shouldn't be flying in her third trimester. Looking at the sight in front of her now, it looked as if she should have trusted her feelings. As she clutched her stomach, she thanked God that nothing had happened to her or the unborn baby she was carrying. Well, at least she hoped nothing had happened.

As Claire walked around the large group of survivors that were standing around away from the wreckage, she saw many sad and mournful faces, while others had looks of fear or worry. She saw some people sitting in the sand, crying. Others tended to a few injured, some with minor injuries, some with wounds that seemed a lot more serious.

But Claire saw one man who did not look sad. Or frightened. Or worried. As Claire watched, astonished, it looked as if this man was smiling. Confused, she decided to go over to him. Amidst all the confusion and panic, the man was sitting at the edge of the beach, feet wading in the ocean. Claire sat down next to him and politely said "Hey there,"

The man, who was bald and looked to be in his fifties, looked at her, smiled, and replied "Beautiful day huh?"

Claire couldn't help but suppress a grin at this comment. She then asked "I'm sorry but, how can you look so cheerful after what just happened?"

The man stared out at the waves. "What did just happen?" he questioned.

Claire gaped at him. Had the crash caused him to go into some kind of shock? Whatever the reason, she reminded him "You know, the crash that happened just a few minutes ago? The people over there by the wreckage who are still being saved or helped?"

The man nodded. "We just survived what was probably a horrible tragedy. It can only be our destinies that we are still alive."

"Destiny?" Claire asked.

The man looked at her and smiled. "Do you believe in destiny?"

Claire wasn't sure how to answer. "I um, I'm not sure what I believe. I haven't had much time to really ponder it, you know?"

The man gave a warming look. "In time, I think you'll start to figure out what makes sense to you and what doesn't." He then looked down at her stomach. "And once you do," he added. "You'll be ready for any obstacle or challenge that comes up in your life."

Claire thought about that. She laughed a bit. "Like raising a child?" she asked.

"Especially raising a child." he agreed.

They sat there for a minute, staring out at the ocean, giving themselves a brief moment away from the reality of it all until it was sure to come crashing back down.

Claire then interrupted the silence that enveloped their minds. "I'm Claire, by the way."

The man reached out a hand. "And I'm John. Nice to meet you Claire."

Claire didn't know what it was about this mysterious man but for some reason, she felt like she could trust him. She needed to put her trust in someone, most importantly in a place like this.


Kate was winning this little game of cat and mouse. Mars had fallen behind and was limping slightly since his brief injury. But still Mars pressed on, not accepting defeat. What did she hope to accomplish by running from him like this? Did she really think she could survive out here in the wilderness by herself? Even so, as soon as rescue came Mars would inform them of what happened. There would be no chance for the little runaway then.

Meanwhile, Kate was still trying to find new paths to take and new tricks to play to mislead Mars and get him away from her. She had already crossed through two streams, hid behind several trees, and thrown many large rocks at the marshal. She was still not getting anywhere and didn't know how much longer she could keep her quick pace.

Finally, Kate exited the trees, leaving the jungle behind, and immediately stopped and looked down. She was standing at the edge of an enormous cliff, looking probably a hundred feet down. One more step and she would've fallen, no question.

Unsure of what to do now, Kate spun around only to be confronted with Mars, bustling out of the jungle, gun drawn, pulling deep, wheezing breaths. He furiously grabbed Kate's shoulder and pointed the gun right in her face. He then laughed and told her, his voice full of hatred "Well, now that I've finally caught you, I'm not sure what to do Kate. After all the trouble I've had with you, all the shit you've put me through, it'd probably be easier to just throw you off this cliff right here."

Both hands on her shoulders now, he leaned her a bit off the edge, enough to make her start to panic. "And considering the bullshit, you've just put me through," he added menacingly. "Why shouldn't I?"


Ana-Lucia Cortez was a police office. Or at least, used to be. All her life, she was never one to be a push-over. If one day dealt her bullshit, she'd be sure to take it out on someone. It was this motto that probably caused her from having very many close friends or relationships in her life. Not that she gave a damn. And now as she surveyed the wreckage where things were just starting to settle down, she felt no different.

Ana was about to go see if a man who was struggling to walk needed help when she saw a body floating in and out of the tide. Quickly, she darted over to him and saw that he was face-up, breathing but his eyes were closed and body limp. Ana shouted to him at first "Hey guy, you hear me?" but when she saw that it wasn't working, she started lightly slapping his face. Of course, an Ana-Lucia slap didn't have the normal strength of a woman her size. It was way more powerful.

After a few slaps, the man suddenly opened his eyes and started mumbling gibberish. Ana then grabbed his head and made him look at her, seeing that his eyes were very out of focus. He then smiled at her and said in a heavy British accent "Have you got any purple elephants to go with the coffee, sir?"

"What?" Ana asked in utter confusion. The man then slipped back into his mumbling and rolled over in the tide. Out of his pocket, slipped a tiny bag that was filled with a substance Ana was only too used to seeing, considering her police officer history.

She snatched the bag and shook her head. "Stupid asshole," she muttered and pocketed the heroin. She then picked him up and dumped him on the sand. He seemed to be a bit more in touch with things now.

He gazed around and looked scared, like a child lost in a supermarket. He then looked at Ana, looming over him, and asked "Whe-where are we?"

Ana didn't answer his question. She showed him the heroin and said forcefully "No more of this." She then stomped away, leaving the befuddled man to deal with his own problems.


Jack ran over to a man who was lying on the beach, clutching a bloody shoulder. They looked to be in serious pain so Jack bent down to take a look at it. As he did, the man spoke up "The hell you staring at?"

Jack was taken aback by this comment. This man was lying on the beach with what looked like could be a serious injury and he didn't want help? Trying to be friendly Jack said "I, I'm a doctor. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to take a look at your shoulder."

"Oh would you now?" the man replied. He then stood up, still holding his shoulder gingerly. "Well screw off," he said rudely and stomped away to join up with the rest of the survivors.

Tired and dehydrated, Jack now looked back at the wreckage of the plane. It was pretty much cleared out now, the only people left were just putting out the remaining small fires. Jack took a few deep breaths and finally checked himself over for injuries. Once he saw that there were none, he went to go join back up with the group of clustering people.


Kate was standing on the edge of the cliff, a hundred feet away from death. Mars had the gun to her head and said "All right then Kate, here's how it's going to work. I'll give you one last chance for any final words. And then, I'm going to push you off." He laughed a cruel, triumphant laugh and ordered "Talk, Kate."

Kate remained silent. She wouldn't give in to this sick man's wishes. Up until her last breath, she would always be her defiant self.

Mars started to get angry and leaned her further off the cliff and pushing the gun closer into her temple. "Talk Kate!" he barked. But still she stood there, not a sound coming out of her mouth.

Mars then lost his temper and yelled "GOD DAMN IT,WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?! YOU SAY SOMETHING, OR I"LL THROW YOUR FUCKING ASS OFF THIS CLIFF RIGHT NOW!!!!"

That was when it happened. Everything changed. A black arrow shot out of the jungle and in a split second, pierced through Mars's heart. Kate turned around when she felt his grip on her loosen and watched in amazement as Mars gave her one final look of utter hatred and menace before he took the deadly plunge off the cliff.

Kate watched as he fell until he had disappeared from view. Amazing. For the first time in a long time, Kate felt the rush of freedom. She breathed a deep sigh of relief and when she smelled the air, it was like being born again.

Kate then turned her attention to the jungle. Whoever had shot that arrow, might still be around. Carefully, she stepped into the jungle and called out "Hello? Is anyone there?" But only the wild sounds of the jungle answered her. Standing alone now by herself, she started to figure out her next move.


Jack walked up to the massive group of people that were conjugating together, waiting for someone to tell them what to do. He saw people pointing at him and mutters going around that he was the one who had saved over ten lives in the crash. Pretty soon the whole camp was staring him down and it looked as if he was the one who was going to have to say something.

Jack found a large boulder to stand on next to where two people were bickering. As he overheard a bit of their conversation, he couldn't believe how people were already getting back to their old habits.

"Hey come on Nikki, give me a break!"

"You said you had it in your pocket Paulo! Where'd you put it?"

"Geez I don't know, I thought I had it. Give me a break."

"Augh, you're so forgetful!"

Jack stood on top of the boulder and gathered everyone's attention. "Okay people, okay. I know that what just happened was intense, scary, and unbelievable. I don't think any of us have ever been in such a situation."

Jack hesitated, letting his words sink in. He then continued "I um, I'm sure that rescue will be turning up soon enough but until that happens, we all need to just stay calm and most importantly, stay together. There are some injured over there and I'm going to heal them. Everyone is going to be okay, all right?"

A woman stepped forward from the crowd and Jack recognized her as one of the stewardesses from the plane. "Doctor, there's something I need to tell you."

Jack nodded and left with the stewardess, who knew that he was going to be unprepared to hear what dreadful news she had in store for him. But at the same time a large, heavy man stepped out of the jungle with something in his arms.

He caught the rest of the group's attention by yelling "Hey dudes, come check this out!"

As people curiously walked towards the fat man to see what he was carrying, Ana-Lucia strode up and took it from his arms. It was a white and grey cat, with sparkling green eyes and a blue collar around its neck. "What's your name?" Ana asked the man.

"My name's Hurley," he replied. "So uh, does this cat belong to anyone?"

When nobody from the group identified the cat as theirs, Ana inspected the collar that the cat was wearing. It was a blue collar and hanging down the center was a gold circle. Inscribed in the gold circle was the cat's name, William.

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