Disclaimer: I do not own Lost in anyway, no matter how much I wish upon a star. I do not own the canon characters such as Jack, Kate, Sawyer, ect. I only own my character, my plot, and my imagination.
A/N: Okay… this is set RIGHT after the Season 2 finale. Based on what happens to Kate, Sawyer, and Jack, of course we will go to other characters in the camps. After you read please review. I am hoping to draw at least a little attention.
Summary: Taking them to a hatch, a small room filled with metal, the three meet a girl from the flight that was taken the day after the crash. But she's not normal. Which is why the others took her.
Rating: PG-13 (For Some Graphic Violence, Language, and Mature Themes)
Chapter Rating: PG
Dañado
Introduction
Season Three/Episode One/Part One- Trapped
"Get up," said one of the others after Hurley was out of sight and Michael far gone.
A girl helped pick Kate up, who was struggling to get free.
"Stop moving," she heard the girl whisper.
That just made Kate struggle even more. But she stopped when the supposed Henry Gale hit her in the stomach.
"Stop moving," he said.
Kate whimpered slightly, the tender skin of her stomach bruising.
She looked over at Sawyer who looked concerned and then she looked at Jack as they were walking who was looking at her asking with his eyes not to struggle.
"You okay?" she heard the girl whisper from behind her.
Kate looked confused; trying to look behind her but the girl put her hand on her head and moved it straight.
"They can't know I'm talking to you," she said. "So, you okay? I mean besides the fact that your stomach is probably bruising and the fact that Michael lied?"
Kate nodded slightly. She was confused. But she didn't have time to think before they opened a hatch door and the girl pushed her in.
When they entered all three saw another girl sitting on her knees, hands bound behind her back like them and gagged, once fair skin bruised, dirty, and cut, messy hair behind her ears but some small strings covered her face. Her amazing green eyes watched them as they sat down next to her.
They watched as one of them conversed with another in whisper, small talk, a different language. A nod from one and then a nod to the rest, this time someone else helping Kate up, the girl that had helped her before helping the other girl up.
They walked down a white hall, nothing marked, no color, just white. It could hurt your eyes, and it made you nauseous. The only color was metal pipes above your head that leaked and hissed every now and then.
The others stopped in front of a door and opened it unbinding the bonds that held Kate's hands behind her back before pushing her in.
"Don't try and get out," said one before doing the same to Jack and Sawyer who removed their gags along with Kate. And finally the girl. They whispered something in her ear which made her close her eyes and grimace as if she were in pain. And then she nodded before they undid her bonds and pushed her in, closing the metal door.
The room was not very big, concrete all the way; metal here and there, pipes leaking.
The girl removed her gag and sat down. She watched the door intently as if waiting for something, hoping for something. But nothing came.
The girls green capris were torn here and there, very dirty, and her black shirt was dirty with mud and dirt. Her messy hair was slightly neater then first thought when she had the gag in her mouth. Her green eyes blazed as they watched the door.
"What's your name?" asked Jack.
She snapped out of her thoughts, remembering she was not alone, answering their question.
"Katy," she said.
"Katy?" asked Kate.
The girl nodded, moving her eyes back to the door.
"How long have you been here?" asked Jack.
"Almost three months give or take," she said not moving her eyes away from the door.
"How old are you?" asked Kate this time.
"Almost thirteen," said the girl still staring at the door.
"What are you waiting for?" asked Jack.
"I'm waiting to see if they'll bring my little sister in or not," said Katy moving her eyes to look at them.
"You have a little sister here?" asked Sawyer.
The girl nodded, bringing her eyes down to the dirty floor.
"What happened to her?" asked Jack.
"I don't know," said Katy.
A/N: Okay… was that okay for an introduction? Because everyone keeps telling me I write introductions to short, but then again they always think it's the first chapter. My writing style is short intros are at the beginning. So there you go, three whole pages of my intro. Review! xXx Kate xXx