Hey! It's me again, except this time it's with my BRAND NEW STORY! Yeah! Woo-hoo! Yeah, you get the picture. I'm REALLY excited. Well, I hope you enjoy this one. BTW, I am still contemplating on whether I should keep writing my other story, Hatred. Please tell me what you think. Either by PM or by reviewing Hatred (which you can find by visiting my page-thingy. Okay, so on with the story. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or any of it's characters, only the ones I ever come up with (Duh.)
Rated: K+
Chapter 1:
I woke up and found myself surrounded by tall trees that reached up into the sky like fingers grasping for something just out of reach. I sat up and took a look around to try and pinpoint my location. The only clue as to where I was was that the air was humid and I could feel beads of sweat dripping down my face and temporarily staining my t-shirt. That was when I realized that I felt a pain in my right leg. I touched my leg gingerly and promptly winced, squeezing my eyes shut tight. I opened them up a fraction of an inch and when I saw a dark red substance on my fingertips, I felt fear and panic. My leg was bleeding. A lot.
"Oh no no no…" I trailed off. I placed my hands on either side of me, trying to push myself up. Fresh pain shot through my leg and I cried out as I fell back down. "Damn it" I muttered under my breath.
Sighing, I tried again and this time, I was able to grab hold of a near-by tree to keep myself from falling again. I struggled but I was able to stand up straight. Stumbling forward, I started to walk. I could tell I was walking towards civilization because I could hear voices, screaming in the distance ahead of me. I kept walking because I somehow knew that someone could help fix my leg. That was what kept me going. Hope.
I limped through the jungle for what seemed like an hour, more or less, give or take. As I broke through the jungle and onto the beach, I collapsed. Again, I cried out in pain, having landed on my injured leg. I could hear multiple voices, some yelling, others screaming, in pain or for whatever other reason I didn't know. I looked up to see the ripped-apart remains of a plane that were scattered all over the beach. A man was pinned down under some of the wreckage, a young woman in a dirty pink tank top stood in place and was screaming over and over.
"Walt! Walt!" I heard a man that was running back and forth yelling the name over and over. Men and woman were walking or running either way across the beach and the screaming of some people was starting to give me a headache.
I suddenly saw a man in a torn suit and tie stumble out of the jungle. This man I recognized for some reason but I couldn't pinpoint who he was or where I had seen him. I could see he had four scratches on his face but other than that, he didn't seem too injured. I could see people trying to help any of the others that were hurt. After helping the man that had been pinned down by a large piece of wreckage, he ran towards a pregnant woman that was crawling on the beach, trying to get up. I hadn't noticed her until this point.
This whole scene was one of complete and utter chaos. I crawled several feet forward, dragging myself as best I could until a guy came running in my direction. He had dark brown hair and wore a blue long-sleeved button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I had to admit, he was very good-looking. Stop it! How could you think of that at a time like this? I scolded myself. When he had reached me he bent down to help me up.
"No, it's okay. I've got this." I tried to stand on my own two feet but I fell again. "Go help someone who needs the help more than I do." I said. He shook his head.
"No, I'm helping you. Come here." He wrapped an arm around my waist and wrapped my arms around his neck, picking me up. I tried to protest but no sound came out. I simply gave up. He walked to an area that seemed good enough of a shelter and laid me down. "I'm gonna try and get the doctor to take a look at your leg."
"Who—what doctor?" I asked.
"That guy in the suit and tie that was helping that pregnant girl." He responded and then he ran off. The guy had been referring to the man I had seen run out of the jungle earlier. I saw no need to move any further and I laid my head down and closed my eyes. I could still hear the screams and the crying but I tried as hard as I could to ignore it.
However, my eyes soon flew open to the enormously loud-sounding explosion that went off. I realized that I was breathing heavy and I tried to calm myself down with no result. There were small fires everywhere as a result of the explosion and the chaos of it all had escalated. People were screaming even louder and trying to run away from any parts of the plane that could explode at any possible moment.
The guy that had carried me here was trying to do CPR on an unconscious woman that was lying in the sand. I saw the doctor run over to him and he told him something, something I couldn't hear. The guy said something back and pointed in my direction. The doctor, his eyes following where the guy had pointed to, nodded. He then preceded to do CPR as the guy ran away. Fortunately, the woman suddenly began to breath again, as she was gasping for breath.
The sound of metal ripping apart was heard and the doctor, looking up, saw that one of the wings of the plane was about to fall upon where the pregnant girl and a large man with big curly hair sat. He ran towards them, motioning and yelling for them to move. They got out of the way in time, but the wing gave way and fell, another explosion following after. I could feel the explosion, the heat and the sound overwhelming me. I gasped and shut my eyes tight. So much was happening and I could feel a few tears starting to slide down my face, mingling with the beads of sweat that were already there. Both substances were indistinguishable and my tears probably just looked like sweat or vice versa.
I suddenly felt a hand on my injured leg and I inhaled sharply, my eyes flying open again. That guy was back again and he held a shirt or some fabric of some sort in his hands.
"The doctor was kinda busy so he told me what to do." He answered my unasked question, holding up the fabric. I nodded as if I understood, but I wasn't necessarily sure I really did. He began to wrap the fabric around the wound and was very gentle about it. He seemed very focused on what he was doing, as if he was afraid of messing up and he was probably trying his hardest not to. When he finished, he sat on his heels and let out a sigh.
"What's your name?" I asked him. He looked up.
"Boone. Boone Carlyle." He said, smiling slightly. I laughed and his smile grew. "What's your name?"
"Mia Fisher." I responded.
"Nice name." He was laughing, too. It was a nice laugh and I had a sort of admiration for it.
"Thanks." I looked up at him. "Maybe you should go use your new-found doctor skills and help some of the others."
"Yeah, sure." He said, laughing. "I'll see you around, Mia."
"You to." I settled down again, looking around at the chaos that had finely settled down. The sky was slowly turning an obsidian black with stars popping up in every other place and the temperature began to cool down.
The large man I had seen before was passing out what looked like containers of food covered in tin foil and he was walking in my direction.
"Here ya go." He passed me a container and a packet filled with a plastic spoon, fork, and knife, and a folded napkin.
"Thanks. My name's Mia, by the way." I said, extending a hand. He put his box of food in his other arm and shook my hand.
"Hurley." He said. Nodding, he walked away to pass out more food. As he did so, a loud crashing noise erupted throughout, mixed with a clicking sound and what I would compare to a tornado alarm. People started to stand up and everyone was looking in the direction of the jungle. The noise had come from deep within it and it was very frightening. I didn't know what the hell it could be and I really didn't want to find out. I could hear several people asking aloud the same question I had had in mind, "What was that?" The sound soon subsided, leaving all of us in silence aside from whispered theories and questions. I sat up straighter trying to get a good enough view of the jungle, but the few who remained standing blocked my view, so I gave up. Lying back down for the umpteenth time that day, I started to go over what had just happened. I began to remember what had happened before I woke up in the middle of a jungle with a bleeding leg and no clue of where the hell I was. The memories started to come back and they hit me hard.
LOST
12 Hours Earlier:
I made my way to the terminal and found my place at the back of the line, one which wasn't the fastest moving line but at least it was making progress. As I waited, my gaze fell upon a man in a suit and tie who stood at the front of the line and he was arguing loudly with one of the gate attendants about something. The man seemed to be getting agitated by the minute until he started to calm down and it seemed he was begging her now. I was curious about what he needed but knew I shouldn't intervene.
When I finally made it to the front of the line, I handed my ticket to the same gate attendant and made my way down the ramp and onto Oceanic Flight 815. I ended up sitting across the aisle from a guy with chipped black nail polish on and it seemed he hadn't shaved in a while. He had dirty blond hair and wore a black hoodie. After the plane had taken off and was up in the air, I fell asleep. I woke up a couple times after that and when I looked at my watch, I saw we had been flying for at least six hours. The guy I sat across from kept tapping his fingers, one of which had a large metallic ring on it, on his arm rest repeatedly. He looked like he was distressed about something and one of the flight attendants walked up the aisle to check on him.
"Are you all right, sir?" She asked him, looking genuinely concerned.
"I'm good." Actually, he didn't look very good. "Thanks."
"Can I get you a water—"
"I'm fine. Thank you." He rudely and impatiently cut her off. When she didn't leave right away, he asked her, "Please?" and added a forced smile.
"All right." She said resignedly and she walked to the back of the plane. He continued to tap on his armrest and it seemed he was doing this involuntarily. His hands were shaking badly. He looked very uncomfortable and kept looking back at where the flight attendant had gone. Suddenly, he shot out of his seat and walked to the front of the plane. It was as if he was trying to get away from the flight attendants, but for whatever reason I didn't know.
"Sir, excuse me." She called. "Sir, excuse me." She repeated. I tried to ignore it and closed my eyes. However many minutes later, the plane began to shake and my eyes opened immediately. I tried taking deep breaths, telling myself it would all be over soon. But no matter how many times I told myself that, I just wouldn't believe it. The shaking became more violent and a voice came over the speakers telling us to fasten our seat belts as the 'fasten your seat belt' light came on. The violent-ness of the shaking increased to a point where some of the carry-on luggage was falling out of the compartments and I saw a metal case fall out and hit a man on the temple, blood seeping from in between his fingers as he lost consciousness.
I was gripping my armrests so tightly that my knuckles were white and suddenly little air masks popped out in front of each of us. I grabbed the one in front of my face immediately and put it on, pressing it to my face as if my life depended on it. Actually, my life did depend on it. I was beyond scared and I held back a scream when what sounded like an explosion erupted from behind me. I could feel the wind whipping my hair about my face and I somehow knew that the back of the plane had been ripped away, probably falling into the vast expanse of ocean below.
Wow! This took like forever to write and it's like 6 pages long! Please tell me what you think. I hope you guys really really really really liked it. A lot. Please review and PM me with ANY suggestions and/or questions. I would absolutely love to hear from you guys! Chao!
~NotPennysBoat815
