Work To Do

by Seafoamscribbles

You wake up in a strange room. Approached by a woman you've never met. You have work to do. Abigail is taking Locke's place on the island as the one "chosen" to protect and serve it. All other characters belong to the television show LOST.

1. Chapter 1

I felt the back of my head resting against the hard ground. My arms sprawling beside me, my legs in an awkward tangle. I felt my chest rise and fall slowly. I tried to focus on my shallow breaths, trying to convince myself that this was not just another lucid dream. I timidly peeked out from behind my eyelids, squinting into the fluorescent glare of the row of naked bulbs. I forced myself to open my eyes completely, the cement ceiling seeming to match the damp concrete floor, dark metal pipes snaking their way across the surface and disappearing into the walls.

I leaned forward slowly, propping myself up with my elbows. I winced as a sharp pain pulsed just above my left eye. I instinctively raised a hand to touch my forehead, slightly shocked to feel the sticky warmth of blood on my fingertips. I pulled my hand back to inspect the residue, noticing the rest of the room as I looked before me.

I was sitting behind a wall of glass, the other side of the room appearing very similar to my own cement walls. Pipes. Switches. A television squatted on a metal trolley against the far wall. I turned to look behind me. A stainless steel table stood to my right. Leather restraints hung open in the four corners. I stood up quickly, blood rushing from my head, making my stomach lurch and my wound pound.

I slowly approached the class wall, gingerly placing my hands on it. I watched as the blood from my fingers smeared along the smooth glass. I jumped involuntarily as the door on the opposite end of the room clanked, groaning open slowly. My hands shot rigidly to my sides as I stood before the glass, motionless.

A woman stood in the broad doorframe, loose golden curls falling over her slender shoulders. She stepped through the door, approaching the glass wall fluidly. She paused five feet from the barrier, the hint of a sad smile lingering on her lips. Her blue eyes creased some as she forced herself to broaden the smile.

"Hello Abigail. My name is Juliet," she said calmly, her voice light and airy. "I'm sorrry we had to take you like that, but I'm afraid your friends would not give you up willingly." She paused, as if I would have some response to her words. Her eyes darted back and forth between mine, her brow furrowing slightly. What was she looking for?

"But…we need you Abby. Unfortunately, you have work to do."