Head Held High.
Her eyes are on the reporters outside the window, camera's held at ready to get any short of picture of her. The infamous Kate Austen, convicted criminal, facing trial. She had thought she was quicker and smarter then this. To be caught was not in her best interests, yet here she sits in the car with the leather interior. A lawyer sitting beside her, and a crowd of hungry reporters and people who hate her waiting outside.
" Are you ready?" Her lawyer, Duncan asks.
No, of course not. That's her real answer, but she wants to look strong. She will need to look strong so they don't rip her apart.
Kate's eyes don't leave the crowd, a frown on her face.
" Is there a back entrance?" She asks. She's grasping at strings, anything to avoid walking out there.
" Yeah," Duncan says, " but you're going in the front entrance, with your head held high. Okay?" His words are aiming to comfort, but all she feels is fear and apprehension. But, something inside her gives her a small shred of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she might make it out of this.
Kate looks back at him nervously, feeling like she was about to be thrown to the wolves. There was a crowd of people out there, ready with questions she didn't want to give answers to. She takes a breath, grabbing her sunglasses.
" Yeah," She says, slipping her sunglasses on, " let's do this."
Duncan pushes open the door, holding it open for Kate to step out. She can hear all of them starting to speak at once. Camera's flashing, Kate feeling slightly relieved that she has her sunglasses on. She's still going to walk in there with her head held high. She's strong, and she's not going to show weakness.
" Miss Austen."
" Can we get your statement on..."
" Let us through." Duncan says, leading Kate father through the throng of reporters. Kate keeps walking, her head high and her eyes blank behind her sunglasses. " Folks, we're not answering questions or making any statements right now. Thanks." Duncan says, pushing his way through as more pictures snap and they still yell out questions. Grasping for a few words or a statement.
Kate still feels that shred of hope. Though, a more logical part of herself is telling her that she's not going to be let off easily. Even if she did all of this for her mother, she still killed him. She committed numerous other crimes, trying to run from the crime she had committed. Now, she was going to face the consequences.
But, she still needs to hold onto that small shred of hope. Because, without that hope, she has nothing. No chance at getting through this. There would be no more running for her, she would be stuck.
A bearded man brakes through the crowd, anger and rage etched on his features as Kate nearly walks into him.
" We hate you!" He yells in her face. She's used to this. She's killed, stole, and did many other things. She understands why people would hate her.
Still, her small shred of hope diminishes slightly.
A/N: Written for LostInLost18's contest. I kinda like how this came out, even if it's a bit to short of my liking. Anyways, Kate isn't usually a character I write for, but this scene jumped out at me the most. I hope you liked it!