Just something I thought up a couple nights ago while trying to sleep. Enjoy!
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Hunched over on his bed in the corner of the boathouse, Miles sat, bored, with nothing to do. You'd be bored too, if you were captured and stuck in a shack the size of a closet. Who wouldn't be?
Miles sighed and stood up. He was never really good at being bored. He was always the kind of person who would complain about it minute after minute until you got really annoyed and screamed at them. But here, there was no one to complain to.
No, everyone-his captors, that is- was too worried about him and his crew coming and slaughtering them all. Miles would like nothing more at this time. The bald guy, Locke, hung him by his arms and put a grenade in his mouth, and the Arab man traded him away for Charlotte. These people deserved to die. Being stranded on an island for 3 months sure got you worked up. But locking up your only chance of getting off was not a good plan.
Not that it mattered. Daniel, the genius, had to have told everyone that they weren't there to rescue them. Once Miles realized that he might as well have tried to figure out where Ben was. And that actually worked; Miles found Ben and talked to him.
Miles paced up and down the small room several times before slouching against the wall. He knew there was nothing to do but think, and that angered him. He moodily kicked a bucket in front of him.
…kicked the bucket…
Miles involuntarily remembered the time back on the boat when Omar had shot down a bird with a note attached to it. It was from one of the survivors here. One line in particular stuck out in his memory. "Not all of us have survived since the crash."
Now he was perking up. People have died here, on this island. That means their spirits, who left their body, were still lingering here. Which means Miles could talk to them.
Not easily, though. It was hard to talk to the dead without a body. He'd done it, of course, but it was not easy.
But it was something to do. Miles would do anything for something to do. There would be plenty of people who died in the crash to talk to, and even better yet, get information from.
He sat back on the bed. This could take a while. He took a deep, calming breath and closed his eyes.
For about fifteen minutes he remained still. Only after that did he feel completely connected with the island. One small movement and that connection would be gone.
Only now, with the connection to the island, could he let his spirit loose. The island now would permit him.
Miles muttered to himself a few precisely-chosen words. This may be his hardest case yet, for it was a big island, and he had no idea where any of the other spirits were.
Miles stood up, or rather, he didn't. He could see his own body sitting there in the same position. It wasn't a new or shocking sight; this was totally normal.
Since he had no bodies to work with, the vision was a bit more fuzzy than usual.
Every other time the world looked normal, except everything had a lighter tint to it. The sky would be a lighter blue, the grass a lighter green. But this time was different.
Every object had no end. The ends and outlines of everything faded off into wispy trails. Everything had a white rim around it before trailing off into nothingness.
Now Miles had to figure out how he could get out of the boathouse. Occasionally he would just walk through things, but it wasn't very safe.
He emerged on the other side of the wall and saw leaves and trees with the same white perimeter and endless boundaries. Now that he got a closer look, everything seemed to be slowly swaying from side to side.
He crept through the spirit jungle carefully. Spirits couldn't feel pain, but he wasn't exactly dead. If he hurt himself here, it would hurt him in real life.
Miles made it to the beach quicker than he had expected. The endless waves were mesmerizing for a bit, but then he shook his head and glanced around. Down the beach, something caught his eye.
There was a man, not old, he was pretty young actually. He was sitting cross-legged on the beach and strumming on a guitar.
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So no conversations yet but I think it's going to be really fun!