Sadly, I do not own LOST.
This plot is based off of a book I read. I'm trying it, having no idea how it will turn out. Please review and tell me what you think, so I know.
"You can sleep if you want, you know!"
The voice was hard to hear over the roar of the engine. Kate chose to ignore it, resting her head against the window, the color drained from her face. Planes had never been something she was very fond of. Add planes to the dark and the fact they were going somewhere she really didn't want to be…it was like a nightmare. For the past hour she had tried to sleep, but it was impossible. The tiny, private plane was a lot bumpier than the bigger planes. And it was loud. Even with the earmuffs, for awhile she thought she was going to go deaf.
"We still have about an hour left. Might as well rest up!"
The seventeen year old glanced over at the marshal beside her, frowning slightly. Silent, she turned her head again so she was looking back out the window.
"Wake up, Girl! Get your ass out of bed!"
Kate rolled over, putting her pillow over her head. "Get out of my room," she mumbled, half asleep. She felt a hand grab her shoulder and she was roughly pulled to her feet. Eyes fluttering open and shut, she glanced at Wayne with a slight frown, shrugging his hand roughly away from her shoulder. "Get out."
"Shut your mouth, you little bitch," Wayne spat, grabbing her arm hard enough to leave marks. "Get downstairs before I shove you downstairs." He pulled on her arm, ignoring her struggle to pull her arm out of his grasp.
Reluctantly, she followed him. As she got to the bottom of the stairs, she could hear sobs coming from the living room and shot Wayne a cold glare. "What did you do to her?"
"It's not what I did this time," Wayne told her, glaring right back at her. "This time it's what you did, you brat."
Sighing, Kate watched the nothingness below them, knowing they had to be going over water or somewhere that no one lived. There were no lights and from the faint light of the moon, she could see that everything was flat with no large objects. "I didn't even do anything," she muttered, knowing that they couldn't hear her over the noise. Her eyes traveled over to the pilot, and half of her wanted to grab onto the controls and crash them. But then she wouldn't get to see her mother or father again. And who knew what Wayne was doing to her mother right now.
"I didn't do anything and you know it."
"Just keep telling yourself that, Katie. Just keep telling yourself that." Wayne shoved her into the living room.
"Don't call me that," Kate snapped before looking over at Diane. "Ma?" she asked. "What's going on?"
"The police are coming," Wayne answered for Diane. "They're coming and they're taking you far away." He leaned close to her ear, whispering. "And if we're lucky, you won't come back."
Kate stepped away from him, tears stinging her eyes. She turned back to Diane, walking quickly over to her. "Mama, I didn't do anything!" she told her. "He's lying! He's…"
"Enough!" Diane looked at her tearfully. "Stop that right now, Katherine. I've had enough of your lying." Without another word, she got to her feet. After running her hand through her blond hair, she headed upstairs.
"Mama, I'm not lying!" Kate told her. "I swear!" She tried to followed her, freezing when the doorbell rang. She glanced over at the door and then at Wayne, who was going to get it. She had to get away. Turning, she scrambled up the stairs, tripping right before she got to the top. With a small moan, she stayed there, listening as a man came in. Next thing she knew, cold handcuffs were being snapped around her wrists.
Her eyes actually drifted shut, but she forced them open again, not daring to sleep. And she didn't sleep. Not for the whole other hour.
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"Come on, you babies! Get moving! Get moving!"
Several kids looking to be from ages thirteen to eighteen were on the ground, doing what seemed to be continuous pushups that had lasted for at least an hour. All of them looked exhausted, some more than the rest.
"No wonder your parents sent you here! Look at all of you!" The man shook his head in disgust.
One of the boys stopped moving, glaring up at the man who was yelling at them. "How 'bout you let us go get some breakfast now, eh Danny?" he asked.
The man walked over to him, looking down at him with a shake of his head. "Why didn't I hear a Sir in that sentence, James?" he asked him. "Or should I say Sawyer? Which would you prefer?"
"Well how nice of you to ask," Sawyer said. "Now should I call /you/ Bastard or Asshole? Which would you prefer?"
Danny put his foot on Sawyer's back, shoving him hard on his stomach. "That's a five mile run your just earned yourself, Boy. Next time maybe you'll learn to keep your mouth under control." He backed away from him, scanning the other kids. He laughed when he saw a fat one at the end that looked like he was still struggling on his first pushup. "Pathetic," he told him, shaking his head. "Down right pathetic." The sound of a plane above them caught his attention and he glanced up then glanced back at the kids again. "Go get something to eat, Brats."
They began to get up and leave, Sawyer still lying on his stomach, glaring at the grass. Another young man stopped beside him, offering his hand down to help him up. "You alright?"
"Yes, I'm alright," Sawyer informed him, slowly standing up without the help of the other boy's hand. He looked at him in disgust. "Get out of my way, Jackass," he said, shoving past him to go get some breakfast.
Jack sighed and shook his head, following a few feet behind everyone else.
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The landing was bumpy and Kate was convinced they were going to crash for a moment. She watched the marshal climb out of the plane, then flinched as he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out with him.
Edward pulled a key from his pocket and jammed it into the handcuffs, unlocking them and taking them. "Don't need those anymore," he told her, a smirk crossing his lips. "You're not going to get very far if you try to run. Either the polar bears or the monster will get you. And if you manage to avoid those, the sickness will."
Polar bears? Monsters? Sickness? Kate snorted. "Whatever," she muttered, glancing around at the empty jungle.
Edward shook his head. "From now on, you will refer to me as Sir every time I speak to you," he told her. "You'll refer to the women here as Ma'am. If you don't you'll be punished. And you will not talk back or talk sarcastically, got it?"
Kate looked back over at him, frowning even more. "Okay," she said.
Edward raised his eyebrows. "What was that?" he asked.
Kate paused then sighed. "Okay, Sir," she said.
"Good girl." Edward began to head through the jungle, Kate following slightly behind them. He began to explain all the things that went on at the school as she pretended to listen and care about what he was talking about. He talked for about fifteen minutes before they came to what looked like a little village.
Kate had to keep her jaw from dropping. The place was just like a mini town. Houses were spread out, all of them having gorgeous yards. There was what looked to be a school. There were several other buildings. It was amazing. Maybe things won't be so bad here after all. This place is beautiful. Way better looking than home. She followed Edward toward a smaller building that was labeled Office. When he opened the door, she headed inside, glancing around. It was tiny, but extremely nice and tidy. It had nothing but a bookshelf and some filing cabinets, and then a desk. She walked over to the desk, taking a seat in one of the chairs.
The lady behind the desk looked at her. "Did I say you could sit?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.
Kate looked at her. "Um…well no…" she said. "But I…"
The woman cut her off. "Then why the hell are you sitting? And have some respect, Young Lady."
Kate stood, trying not to look at the woman in disgust. "Sorry, Ma'am," she muttered.
The lady nodded to the chair. "Please have a seat."
Kate stared at her. She rolled her eyes and sat back down, shaking her head slightly.
"You just got a mark added to your PL," The lady informed her.
"What did I do?!" Kate asked, slapping her hands down on the arm of the chair.
"We do not accept eye rolling or headshaking here," The woman told her. "And there's another one for not using Ma'am. Now…" She opened one of the filing cabinets, pulling out a piece of paper. "We have forty-two rules here," she informed her. "I'd like these memorized. You'll stay in the holding place until you can recite them to me without screwing them up, got it?" She waited for an answer. "Got. It?"
"Got it, Ma'am," Kate replied.
"Edward."
Edward glanced at the woman then at Kate. "Come on, Katherine," he said, heading out of the building. He waited until she was up and following him then led her out of the little building to a building ever smaller beside it.
Kate held onto the paper, staring at the building he took her too. "This is where I'm staying, Sir?"
"Look at number ten on your list," Edward told her, opening the door and nodding for her to get inside.
Kate sighed and walked in, skimming down the list of rules. 10. Questions are not to be asked. She narrowed her eyes. You've gotta be kidding me. The door slammed behind her once she was in and she quickly turned around. Walking over to the door, she reached for the handle, but found there was none. She was locked in. A claustrophobic feeling hit her and she turned around again. The room was cramped, containing and desk and a bed with barely any room to walk. Might as well get started. She swallowed and sat down on the bed, beginning to read over the rules.