A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please review…..also, as an afterthought, please read THEN review. Also, some language in here. Thank you, that is all.
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, did I mention that I don't own Lost? Where would you get that idea? I do own Ardren however (and if it was up to me, Charlie too.) Just clearing that up.
Ardren opened his gray eyes with a start, quickly squinting as the salt water rushed in. How did I…where am… he was torn away from his thoughts when pains in his lungs reminded him that he needed to breath. He tried to swim up in vain; opening his eyes just enough to see, he saw that a chunk of ragged metal had pinned his leg down. He bent closer, franticly pulling at his leg. When this did nothing but rip his loose jeans, he stooped even closer, and tried to roll the debris off. A searing pain sliced up his leg, but, used to pain, he ignored it, and finally he was free. His vision was turning a bit purple, but with the last of his energy, he kicked towards the surface, thankful, for once, for the circumstances that had taught him to hold his breath so long.
Flashback
Seven year-old Ardren struggled against the strong hand that had pinned him to the bottom of the over-flowing sink. His father pulled him up by his hair, shouting "You son of a bitch! After all I've done for you, when you stupid mum went an' died! I let you live in MY house, eat MY food, and this is how you repay me, huh? Now I've got calls from your principal about fucking child abuse, huh?" he dunked his head back under the water. Ardren stopped fighting, and instead concentrated on holding his breath. As he was pulled up again, his father spat "You got those bruises from playing football, or whatever it is you do! Clear?" Ardren nodded weakly under his long, soaking black hair.
He smiled halfheartedly as his hands hit the sand. He lay on his stomach, his right leg laying at on odd-angle beneath him. Resting on his deep-tanned arms, he studied the seen before him. Most people were either milling around the skeleton of the plane, or getting the hell away from it. The sounds of screaming filled his ears, and Ardren realized that that wasn't the only reason his ears were hurting so much. Feeling his earlobe, he realized that somehow, the gold ring had been torn out. This was such a sickening thought, that Ardren almost threw up.
"What happened to your leg?" a professional, but weary, voice asked. Turning to see the speaker, Ardren saw a man, in his thirties maybe, with short brown hair and drained brown eyes wearing a bloody suit.
"Dunno. Part of the plane crushed it, in there" he pointed to the water, "I rolled it off me, so I could swim up. Why?" the fourteen year-old asked suspiciously.
"Im a doctor. I need to bandage your leg or you might loose it, okay?" Ardren nodded after a moment. The man left briefly, and came back with a rather large shirt, which he was shredding to make bandages.
"This may hurt a bit…" he started, but Ardren scuffed.
"Right, okay. I can handle it, doc." Ardren said, in a falsely brave voice. The man shrugged, and peeled back Ardren's jeans. As soon as he touched it, Ardren felt a great rush of pain "OH! OH SHIT!" he cried, before blacking out.