Summary: (Off the island) Jack and Kate meet by fate. When Kate's getting mugged, Jack saves her, but now what?
I do not own Lost or it's characters in any way.
Warnings: Violence, mild romance, and disturbing themes.
Cold Blooded Plagiarism
Chapter one.
"Stop-it!" She cried for the third time making her lungs freeze from the bitter cold of winter.
He let out a groan as he was punched sharply in the nose and was slammed against the brick wall in the alley.
"Please! Stop!" She cried again trying to make the attacker stop.
"Shut up, you're next!" The attacker said glaring at her for a brief moment before getting caught off guard by a fist in his stomach forcing him to the ground.
She couldn't believe it, people were walking by the alley constantly, yet nobody stopped and helped him.
"Here!" She said getting the man's attention as she threw a piece of plywood to him lying next to her feet.
He held the wood in his hand then paused, wiping his bloody nose on his sleeve.
He looked at the man still lying on the ground pitifully. "You're worthless." He said hitting him in the head.
She gasped seeing the blood flow out. She closed her eyes backing up against the cold brick wall. She heaved, almost vomiting from what she had just witnessed.
He hit him again with more force.
More blood flowed out of him. She looked at the man, wide eyed. "What are you doing?"
He hit him again.
She heard something crack. A bone. A human bone. She couldn't breathe. What was he doing?
He hit him again and again and again. Each swing more forceful than the other. Bones cracking. Flesh tearing.
She walked slowly towards him. "Hey" She tried to sound calm but it still came out shaky. "Stop… Hey…" He kept hitting him. She walked closer cautiously. She paused as he stopped to look at her.
She looked terrified. Of him. She was terrified of him. He dropped the wood backing away slightly.
She couldn't move or speak. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the gruesome scene before her. The figure on the ground didn't even resemble a man anymore. It looked more like a heap of crimson soaked sheets wadded up and tossed in a corner. Even a man like him didn't deserve a death like that. Not in such a way. It was inhumane.
He wanted to speak to this stranger in front of him but he couldn't. He wanted to say something comforting, do something, do anything. But he couldn't. She looked so scared.
It was so cold. She could see her own breath, his breath, she looked at the man on the ground. How bad could his life have been to possess him to steal just to get by? She didn't understand.
Thoughts started running though his mind. He stopped himself from thinking any further.
"You can't tell anybody." He tried to say softly but it came out rugged and cold.
She made eye contact with him for the first time. He was scared too.
"He tried to rob you and kill you." She said incredulously looking at his blood-stained shirt.
"And then I killed him. The police don't care" He started, walking towards her. "They don't care who started it, they care who ended it, and that was me. So you can't tell anybody. Do you understand?" He finished coldly.
Those last few words stinging her, she closed her eyes.
"Do you understand?" He asked in a dark whisper. He walked even closer to her. She was so terrified but he needed to know that she wouldn't tell.
She met his eyes again, nodding.
He leaned against the wall burying his face in his hands.
"What's your name?" He asked as steadily as possible.
She stared at him in disbelief. How could he be so calm about this. Five minutes ago he was smashing a mugger's face in, now he's trying to start a little small talk?
He waited for a reply and got nothing. "Fine, no names."
She backed up against the dumpster placing her hand to her chin in thought.
"What are you thinking?" He asked standing up straightly.
"What?"
"You're thinking about something, a plan?" He took a step towards her.
She put a lock of her chocolaty hair behind her ear. Her eyes drifted from the ground to him as he approached her.
"It's just that-" She sighed. "I know a way we can get out of this." She said searching his dark brown eyes for some hint of emotion.
There was a long pause before he said a word and when he did, it meant everything.
"How?"