Trust me, I'm well aware that I do not in any way shape or form own Lost. Now, please, do enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy writing it.

The Lies We Weave Are Oh So Intricate

Chapter 1

"Remove Me From The Scene"

She loved the view from her bedroom. It overlooked the street her house was located on. She could see the entire neighborhood and nearly every house on the street. The two windows in her bedroom allowed the full view of the neighborhood.

She saw a car drive down the street and pause briefly in front of her house before continuing down the road. It paused so suddenly and drove away much quicker than it had came, she began to wonder if the car was something more than just a car. 'Probably lost.' She thought to herself and it almost reassured her fully, but only almost.

She turned back into her room and looked in the mirror. She messed around with her hair a little before she pulled on the band t-shirt she would wear for the day along with the usual jeans and sneakers. Today's choice was her favorite, "Jack's Mannequin."

"Breakfast!" her mother shouted up the stairs. She took one last look in the mirror just to make sure she looked alright for school.

"Evelyn, you're going to be late!" Kate shouted once again up the stairs. She heard shuffling from the room upstairs and in two minutes Evelyn Austen, her daughter, appeared. Kate greeted Evelyn lightly, "Good morning sunshine."

"Yeah," Evelyn replied sharply. 14-year-old Evelyn Shephard looked like her mother in nearly every way. She had dark, curly, brown hair, freckles, and green eyes. She stood roughly around '4'11' and was still getting taller each and every day. She had filled out, but not all the way, there was still a few more years until she would look like and adult. While Evelyn may have looked like her mother, her personality, however, was exactly like her father's. Evelyn was clueless to this inheritance, but Kate thought she had taken a part of him with her the day she walked away. Kate thought it was almost scary how alike the two were, but Evelyn would never know and had never known.

Kate Austen had her problems in her life. Problems she would never share with anyone and never had, except for one person. Kate smiled and sat down next to Evelyn, who was eating her soggy cereal.

"What?" Evelyn asked as she noticed Kate watching her. Her mother had done that a million times over, and usually Evelyn didn't really mind, but today she did. Maybe she was still a little worked up over the car, even though she didn't really see a reason to be, but she wasn't sure why she was so messed up today.

"Nothing," Kate relinquished the thought of telling Evelyn the truth, just as she had done every morning since Evelyn was old enough to fully understand her mother's present problems and past ones. Evelyn took a pen on the corner of the table and began to twirl it with ease and speed while she finished what was left of the homework she hadn't finished the night before. Her mother sipped her coffee and watched as Evelyn twirled the pen.

Suddenly, out of the silence of a suburban street, the screeching of tires was heard. Evelyn dropped the pen and forgot all about her game. Kate dropped the coffee mug on the kitchen floor, shattering the mug completely with coffee spilling out across the floor. Evelyn stepped over the spill with her shoes on, while her mother did the same. They were both dressed for the day and already had their shoes on. Kate reached the living room window first and saw a car that had been suddenly stopped in front of the house. Kate saw three men dressed in black jump out of the vehicle with guns and masks.

"We need to leave," Kate said suddenly as Evelyn reached the window.

"What happened? It sounded like a car accident, but..." Evelyn was cut off as Kate grabbed her arm and ran out the back door. Evelyn jumped as the sound of guns firing met her ears. The source of the sound being their house that they had just been sitting in. Kate led her daughter quietly around the house to the assassins' car. Evelyn slid into the passenger seat while Kate slid into the driver's seat. Kate found the keys still in the ignition as she knew she would. She shut the door catching the attention of the silent shooters who had stopped shooting. They turned around and Kate drove away quickly.

"Get down," Kate said quickly and Evelyn ducked on the floor in the back seat. Bullets flew at them and Evelyn heard a few hit the glass in the back window. Kate sped up and reached the highway in a matter of minutes. After they reached the highway, Kate told Evelyn it was alright to sit in the front again. Evelyn looked back and saw the indents in the back window where the bullets had hit. They hadn't broken through and she was thankful for that.

"Who were those people?" Evelyn asked after she had taken a few deep breaths.

"I don't know," Kate lied smoothly, though, she had a small amount of instinct that told her Evelyn didn't believe her. Evelyn said nothing after the answer had been said.

Kate drove the car quietly and by the time it was noon, Kate decided to leave the highway and take the back roads to get to the final destination. As the car pulled into the intersection, it was hit on the driver's side by an unknown vehicle.

The world went dark for Kate, but not for Evelyn.

Evelyn shut her eyes as the initial impact happened. The car flipped once or twice but returned to right side up by the time it finished. What was once a shining black finish was now a mangled piece of metal. Evelyn opened her eyes but didn't look at her mother, she was too afraid to see a dead body next to her. She tried to open the passenger's door but it was sealed shut thanks to the crash. She knew she needed to get help so she decided to climb out the shattered windshield.

Evelyn was virtually unscathed from the crash, save for a few minor scratches from the broken glass. She also left the car with a few bruises to her sides and arms, but that was to be expected considering the amount of shaking and rolling she had endured. It was surprising her injuries weren't severe but Evelyn was thankful she could help; she always wanted to help.

As she took a deep breath to try and calm herself down she saw the SUV that had hit them. It was black, the same finish as the car they had been driving. Evelyn saw the doors open and two men in business suits step out. They were wearing black masks, the same as the ones who had initially attacked Evelyn and her mother. Evelyn listened to her instincts and tried to run, but she was chased after and grabbed before she could get anywhere.

She screamed and she fought against them but they overpowered her. The man holding her kept a tight grip on her as if he had done this before. The other man, who seemed equally experienced, handcuffed Evelyn's hands without any problems of his own. This was especially interesting considering the amount of fighting and thrashing Evelyn was doing. The same man who had handcuffed her, shoved a piece of cloth in her mouth. He tied the cloth around her head causing a stirring silence to overcome the deserted intersection.

Evelyn was carried towards the SUV and then shoved in the backseat of the vehicle. There was gate-like barrier between the backseat and the front seats. It reminded Evelyn of a police car only she knew this was no police car. One of the men tied up her legs with plastic wire and slammed the car door shut. She was trapped now, no way to move or get out. Her hands were behind her back so there was no way for her to even free her mouth to get rid of the taste of the cloth.

One of the men entered the driver's side and started the car. His partner called 911 and then sat in the passenger's seat. He nodded to the driver and the driver started the car. They drove away quickly as Evelyn heard sirens approaching. Her mother would be alright, or at least Evelyn hoped she would be. There was no way to know for sure and there was no way she was going to get away now, not with the SUV barreling down the back roads of a place Evelyn had never been to.

A few hours later in a hospital Kate awoke.The sun was setting and Kate's heart began to pound. 'Where was Evelyn?' It was the only question running through her mind. That question and the latter, 'Had they gotten to her?'

A nurse walked in and turned off some of the machines. She removed some of the wires from Kate, who still hadn't regained her voice.

The nurse finally spoke to Kate directly, "Dr. Shephard will be here in a minute." The nurse walked away and Kate panicked more.

Jack. He was here. At the hospital where she was. She couldn't see him. She made a promise. She had to leave. No more blood would be spilled on her account. She pulled the rest of wires off and pulled out her IV. She dressed herself quickly out of the hospital robe and into her own clothes. She managed to slip on her shoes and leave the room before Jack walked in. She saw him walk into the room with the door she had shut once again and then she saw him leave, disappointed but smirking. He knew her too well.

After the brief encounter and glimpse at the love she left behind, Kate noticed her injuries for the first time while she left the hospital. Her wrist was sprained and there were cuts and scratches on her arms and above her eyebrow, which was covered with a butterfly bandage. She walked for a few minutes before realizing there was nowhere to go, no way to find Evelyn, at least none that wouldn't require any money. Kate had an idea at who had taken her, just no way to find him and his new location. The same location where Evelyn would be kept until Kate found her.

The SUV drove for hours before the sky began to darken. Once it did, the two men removed their masks. They were two people she didn't recognize, not that she thought she would. The driver had a wide stare and a scar on his lip where it looked as if he had been punched several times. There were a few small scars on his cheek as well. His hair was short just like his height, but he still managed to scare Evelyn. If his look wasn't frightening enough, he talked in a steady voice that frightened Evelyn to the core.

The passenger was a heavier set man, though he still had muscle. His hair was thinning and short as well. He was intimidating but not as frightening as the driver. This man talked a lot and liked the fact that he scared Evelyn and knew what was going on. The other man, the driver, tried to be her friend which in this case was worse than trying to scare her.

"Ben, do you think the kid knows what's going on?" The passenger asked.

"I don't think she should know until we get to our final destination, Tom," Ben answered Tom's question. Now Evelyn had their names and appearance. If she escaped she could describe them perfectly to her mother who most likely knew them both.

"Evelyn, I'm sorry that we needed to tie you up, but you need to understand it's the only way we can take you to where you need to be," Ben addressed her in the steady, nasal voice she hated. She met his blue eyed stare with an icy green one of her own. She leaned back on the seat and kicked the bars a few times to try and get out.

"Knock it off!" Tom shouted at Evelyn, but she kept on kicking. He repeated the phrase again, "I said knock it off!"

She kicked even harder this time, giving herself false hope that maybe she could get free. Tom pulled a gun out from his holster and pointed it straight at her. "I said, stop it, Austen!"

Evelyn froze in her place and sat back up in the seat. Her eyes were wide and focused completely on the gun facing her head. Even if Tom had used the wrong last name, who was she to correct him at this moment in time. If he knew her mother, of course he would assume. He probably had no idea who her father was, but she didn't really care. All she cared about was doing her best to avoid being mutilated by Tom and the gun that was aimed straight at her head.

"Tom, don't let your temper get the best of you," Ben advised and Tom pulled the gun away but not before he muttered, "The kid's a chicken shit." This angered Evelyn more than the actual kidnapping. She was no chicken shit and she would never let him call her that. He would pay the minute she got her chance and that was a promise she made to herself and to him.

The SUV drove on with silence pressing in on the car. Evelyn breathed a little easier knowing she wasn't going to be shot, at least not when she had no chance in the world.

"Do you like music, Evelyn?" Ben asked her in the same calm voice.

Evelyn said nothing, she only stared at him in a mixture of hate and confusion. He turned on the radio to a song she recognized but didn't care to listen to at the moment. Ben continued to talk while Tom stayed quiet with a smile on his face, he enjoyed this.

"I want you to tell me about your parents?" Ben said steadily while the music played.

Evelyn mumbled something incoherent as an answer.

"I'm sorry?" Ben asked and Tom reached through the bars and pulled off the cloth gag. Evelyn coughed for a second then asked her question.

"And if I don't?" Evelyn asked with a strength she didn't know she had.

"Then you don't get to pick the radio station."

All she did was glare at him while the sun set and the car drove on.

Let's call this the quiet city:
Where screams are flet as a wave of stoplights
Drive through the the streets as gunshots punctuate the night - Cross Out The Eyes by Thursday


This story is to be continued...