"Fantasy Island"
By: Xenolith
Characters: All, and a few OCs
Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, Drama, Romance, Fantasy, AU
Spoilers: General season one spoilers. Takes place after "The Moth".
Description: Locke isn't all he seems. He is always there to sabotage any chance of rescue. He begins to control the island and the castaways. They become his unwilling prisoners. Will rescue ever come?
A/N: Okay, I love Locke, but he kinda creeps me out sometimes, so I decided to write a fic where he goes kinda crazy. This is my first Lost fan fiction too… so, there you go. Also, there will be romance, but I can't tell you. Also, there will be some OCs, but none of them will become a focus or anything, because honestly, I can't stand OCs. I just needed them for story development. Trust me when I say I will focus completely on the main characters.
Chapter I
Locke stared intently at the flames at they slowly charred the wood around it. His thoughts were circling around all that had just happened. Killing the boar, Jack got stuck in a cave-in, Charlie gave up his drugs, and Sayid had almost gotten a signal from the beacon. Locke narrowed his eyes. A pang of anger flared inside of him. Sayid was trying to find a way off the island, trying to find anyway to communicate a distress signal to land. Locke gripped his hands together to control his rage. He didn't want to leave. This was his destiny. Everyone was always trying to take it away from him.
Not this time.
First he had to distract Charlie, so he told him to go help Jack, and then he took his chance to find Sayid, who was busy receiving the transmission. He had nearly made it in time to hit him before the signal was caught. He then had to destroy all the carefully made equipment Sayid had worked vigorously on.
That made Locke feel bad.
Why didn't anyone else want to stay? The island was powerful and mysterious. It was a haven for men with nowhere else to go.
Locke loved it there. He would rather die than leave.
He turned his eyes to the beach. He could see a small glow through the dense trees. He glared past the tree at the fire from afar. They were the optimists. They kept that fire lit day in and out, hoping and praying for rescue. Locke hated it. They were a threat to his serenity here on the island.
The fire was a problem.
Locke grabbed a nearby knife he had just cleaned from skinning the boar and grabbed a pack. He threw in two bottles of water and then headed out into the trees on the way to the beach.
After a while, Locke stumbled through the dense jungle to the sparse shore. He hid himself behind a shrub in case there was a group set to watch for anything. He noticed a small number of sleeping figures curled on the beach and felt slightly relieved. Well, at least there weren't more of them.
Locke surveyed the surroundings warily. Everyone was asleep. He saw Shannon curled up by the fire and her brother, Boone, was not too far away, lying against a piece of the plane. Sayid was sleeping not too far away from Locke's position in the jungle. The broken pieces of the transceiver were scattered around his blanket and there was a bandage around his head from getting whacked. Locke saw the pregnant girl, Claire, sleeping in an airline seat that was drilled into the sand. Kate was against a piece of the airplane wreckage, a blanket draped around her. Sawyer was napping under the med-tent in a seat. The book Watership Down was in his hand. There were five other people scattered about as well. All asleep. Locke noticed that the only one awake was a young man who was watching the fire with boredom, twirling a stick idly in the flames. Locke emerged from his hiding place amongst the bushes and approached him, confident that he could get him to move. The man looked up as Locke approached and made a weak grin.
"Hey," He greeted in a tired manner and looked back at the fire as though he was transfixed with it.
"Hey, I can watch the fire for the rest of the night. You can go on and rest," Locke said politely. The man looked up at him, weary eyes brimming with thanks, and he got up to leave for a spot on the island to sleep. Locke watched him go and then sat down next to the fire to wait for a few minutes to give the man a chance to get to sleep.
Once a few minutes had passed, Locke pulled open his bag and pulled out the two bottles of water. He hastily dumped their contents all over the raging fire. It quelled the blaze and Locke took the opportunity to stamp the flames out before it consumed any more cool air from the ocean.
Now that the fire was out, Locke looked around at all the slumbering figures. He could see their dim outlines from the light of the moon. Locke looked at his knife and then back at the people. The extinguishing the fire was only the first step in thwarting rescue. It wouldn't stop the optimists' desperate hope and determination to get off. Locke wondered if he should kill them.
It would eliminate the threat.
Locke shook his head, swiftly dismissing the idea. Sure he was willing to commit malicious acts to stay on the island, but he was not a mass murderer. Locke then looked to the jungle. Maybe if he could get the guardians to scare them to the caves, then it wouldn't come down to killing them all.
Before he left, Locke looked out to the shore. He saw a light flickering on the sea. Locke breathed a sigh of relief.
That boat would've seen them.
End of Chapter I
A/N: Hope you enjoyed part one! Read and review and I'll post more… or maybe I'll just post more anyway cause I love to write. Yep. But I'm also working on two other Lost fics as I'm writing this one. All three will hopefully be done soon. Once I get three chapters of this posted. I'll start posting my other fic.