This story is about what I WISH would happen to me…it would be so cool

This story is about what I WISH would happen to me…it would be so cool! WARNING: Spoilers about Episode 9 of season 4, The Shape of Things to Come.

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Cassie sat alone one night, harmlessly watching some stupid cartoon for five year olds. Even though she was not five, but twelve, she was still watching it. Well, if 'watching' meant actually caring about the show and paying attention to it, then no, she wasn't watching it. She just had it on for whatever reason.

She had a lot to think about anyway. Nothing in real life, for sure; she knew-though wished it weren't so-that LOST wasn't real.

Cassie had just seen The Shape of Things to Come the night before and was running through everything that happened. The main thing that was on her mind was the death scene for poor, innocent, defenseless Alex. Not much can make Ben cry. I sort of hope he does kill Penny. I mean, I like her and Desmond and all, but I liked Alex more. She was just so real, how could they have killed her off? What a way to die, too, with having just seen your mom and boyfriend killed and your dad saying that he doesn't care about you.

Now a few tears were dripping down Cassie's face. She wiped them away and thought about the best part of the episode instead.

I'm so glad Ben released the Smoke Monster on those people. Sweet, sweet revenge. It was a lot bigger than I remember seeing it and a bit lighter in color, I think. It also had, like, light flashing on it like a camera flash.

Her thoughts were interrupted when her TV started beeping. Words that floated across the screen said 'Tornado warning.' Cassie was not a risk-taking girl, so she flipped to the news channel just in case.

The reporter was saying that a tornado had been spotted, and Cassie realized that it wasn't too far from her house. Therefore, she grabbed her cat, a flashlight, and some blankets and went down into her basement.

Once there, she turned on her TV down there to see when it was gone. The reporter was now saying, "-A heavy storm and a tornado in one night. Those who had seen the tornado report that it is not of usual color, in fact, it's a lot darker than usual, almost a black. Then we have thunder that sounds so unreal, it's almost mechanical. Thankfully, nothing seems to be wrong with the lightning. One person says-,"

Her TV was powered off and the lights too. She turned on her flashlight and remained quiet. She saw the lightning from the window that was in a different room, it was illuminating it all. And then she heard the thunder.

It was thunder like she'd never heard before. Yes, mechanical, like the reporter had said. But it was also…alive, in some way. And strangely familiar, too.

It didn't take long for Cassie to realize how it was so familiar. With a gasp and a scream, she threw herself up the stairs.

The sight before her startled her. Her living room was half torn up. She couldn't see the details because her brown hair was blown into her face by the insanely strong winds. She couldn't even stand that well.

Cassie knew from that sight on that day that she was wrong. She was wrong; LOST was very much real, as real as me, as real as you. She made it her destiny to find the island, as well as hundreds or thousands of other fans. But they didn't know for real. They were just chasing theories. They were just following dreams.

They hadn't seen the Black Smoke Monster tearing up their neighborhood with their own eyes.