One Foot In The Sea...
LOST OC Story.
Chapter One: The Thing About Crashes...
White noise. Maybe it was the mental stress or the burning in her left shoulder where the redness was now showing through the white shirt she was wearing. Standing out against the tan skin of her neck, a shaking hand moving to swipe a lock of brown hair out of her face.
Her eyes looked into the trees, the green jungle and the people running to cover, their mouths opening the closing. Screaming, she realized, though there was only a few muffled sounds.
She wanted to move, to just walk away and go sit somewhere to absorb everything. But, her body didn't listen to her as she stood in the middle of a few broken pieces of metal that she had woken up in the middle of. Everything seemed so surreal and dream-like. That she would blink and it would all be gone. All this just being a dream or a drug induced hallucination.
Then, things started to come back, a light hum and the muffled cries of people around her, the noise steadily growing louder and louder. The engine of the plane spinning in a continuous shriek, people trying to yell over it.
A brightness of red and yellow hit her hears, making her jump. Suddenly, the slowly growing sounds hit her ears like a loud explosion.
The loud screech of the broken and wreaked plane, that was teetering dangerously over the people below it. The loud whir of an engine spinning, people having to cover their ears as they walked by it. People screaming and yelling for loved ones and just yelling out of sheer dread for the situation they were in.
"Help me!"
"Boone!"
"Oh my God!"
Then, the numbness from her body got ripped away as her shock shattered, her shoulder burning like fire and the wetness of the blood on her shirt, shoulders, and neck standing out suddenly. The growing headache from all the noise, making a light throb in her temple. The light stinging of the scratches on her face. She could feel it all so suddenly.
She slowly turns her head to her left, looking at her shoulder and at the clear object that was sticking out of said shoulder. As much as she tried to repress it, her mouth opened in a mild confusion.
The man sitting beside Haley Kai Jones was wrestling with his seat belt, his chest heaving as the plane was dipping downward.
"We're going down. We're going to crash." he muttered, pulling on the belt as he let out a yell of fustration.
Haley, who was close to snapping at the man about how stupid he was being, decided that arguing with him would lead nowhere. She reached down, unbuckling his belt as the air sucked and blew in their faces. This man really needed out of his seat, and Haley, having some odd streak of helpfulness, was trying to help him out.
The buckle undid as the plane it the ground, the glass from the windows hitting Haley's face with sharp jagged edges, one of the bigger pieces stabbing into her left shoulder. Haley cried out in pain as her whole left arm seized in stinging pain so intense that her teeth zinged, paralysing her whole left arm for a few moments.
The man was out, though he never really made it out of the plane. Haley managed to watch him get blow backwards as she herself passed out from the pain.
Haley's hand gripped the shard of glass, pulling slowly at first, feeling the zing of her nerves reacting of the movement, her body locking up for a few moments before she relaxed slightly.
"Crap." she gasped out, looking around. She started to walk past the people scrambling from the plane, some looking as dazed as she was at first, while others were screaming and calling for loved ones.
Haley moved slowly, avoiding people that ran in front of her, some of them asking about her arm. She brushed them off, saying that she could handle it. She found a part of the beach where she could sit and work on removing the glass from her shoulder. She sat there, a little dizzy from the blood she was losing as she watched the chaos around her.
We...We still had...three concerts to go. She thought to herself, her brain still a little foggy from the shock and blood loss.
She gripped the glass again, trying to think about her band mates and other things to distract her while she pulled the thing out. But, as soon as the thing so much as jiggled, a white hot pain shot up her arm and into her neck and across her shoulders. She let out a cry, not realizing she was doing so until she figured out that it wasn't the scream of an other person, but her own.
As much as she hated to admit it, she needed help.
...
Lyle Erickson walked carefully around the broken metal and avoided the fires that littered the white sand around him. He tried not to show it, but he was shaken up.
He stopped suddenly as a man sprinted past him towards where another man, a little younger than Lyle, was administering CPR to a African American woman. Lyle ran a hand through his short brown hair, wondering what to do with himself.
"Hey!" The man with black hair and the suit jacket said, looking up at him as the younger man that was trying to breathe life back into the woman that was still laying the sand. "You!"
Lyle walked swiftly towards him, the man starting to give compressions to the woman in the sand.
"Yes? What's wrong?" Lyle asked, the man looking up at him again. He let out a breath of air as he pointed towards the wreckage, an engine to be exact.
"That kid," he started, "can you get him away from the engine? It's not safe for him to be there and I need to keep giving this woman resuscitation. Can you do that for me?"
"Yeah, of course." Lyle nodded, quickly jogging over to the engine. He didn't really see anybody at first, wondering if the man was seeing things, but then he spotted the kid.
He was sitting in the fetal position, his arms wrapped around his legs as his eyes stared out at nothing, really. Lyle approached him, expecting some sort of reaction from the boy, but the kid didn't so much as move. Lyle keeled down in front of him, placing his hands on the boy's knee caps.
"Hey!" he yelled over the sound of the engine. "It's not safe for you to sit here. Can you hear me?"
The boy just stared at the same spot as before, a bit of his blonde hair falling forward onto his forehead. Lyle tried shaking him a few times, not getting so much as a reaction from him.
Lyle paused for a few seconds, looking up at the engine before he leaned forward, wrapping an arm around his torso while placing his other one under the boy's knees.
"Alright, lets get you out of here." He said, picking him up bridle style and swiftly moved towards a part of the beach where there seemed to be less danger.
He placed him down gently down on the sand, the boy moving back into the fetal position again, wrapping his arms around his legs and started to rock back and forth.
Lyle watched him for a few seconds, concern written all over his face. He then moved closer to the boy, placing a hand on his back and started to rub soothing circles on his back like his own mother used to do when Lyle was younger.
He continued to sit there, watching the plane and the people running around. The chaos was staggering, people bloodied and screaming.
Lyle's green eyes didn't leave the scene of the crash as he continued to try and calm the boy out of his state.
...
Jack Shephard jumped to the sand as the wing came down with a loud explosion of sand and a few bodies. The bigger man with curly hair and the pregnant woman were with him, the both of them hitting the ground as he did.
He shot up quickly as soon as he noticed that it was safe to do so. He turned to look at the two of them, the bigger man looking shaken up.
"Are you the doctor?" a hand gripped his shoulder, making Jack look behind him as his eyes landed on a blonde haired woman, her blue eyes wide with fear.
"Yeah, yeah." Jack said, turning to face her. "What's wrong?"
"T-There's a girl down the beach." she explained, pointing down the beach, "god, where's she from again?" she whispered to herself, then her face lit up, "Haley! You know, that guitarist from Lifeline?"
Jack nodded, not really caring about what band she was from at the moment. "Yes, what-"
"-she's got a shard of glass in her arm, and she's gone off to be alone, I think she's going to pull it out herself and she's going to bleed herself out if she does that." she explained seemingly in one breath, looking a little flustered.
"Alright." Jack said, quickly turning back to the two people beside him. He looked at the curly haired man, "stay with her!" he yelled.
"Dude, I'm not going anywhere." he muttered, laying in the sand next to the pregnant woman.
Jack turned, the blonde haired woman watching him. He took off down the beach towards where she had pointed.
The blonde hesitated, looking between the two people in the sand beside her and where Jack was running off to. She quickly turned, making her decision and took off after the doctor.
...
Jack spotted the woman, Haley, sitting in the sand holding her shoulder.
"Hey!" he shouted, running towards her. "Wait, don't pull that out!"
She looked up towards him, a frown on her face. "Leave me alone, I'm going to remove this, my arm is killing me."
"Wait," Jack said, falling on his knees down beside her as he pushed her hands away from her shoulder as he inspected this. "You shouldn't pull it out just yet," he said, out of breath, "it could be in an artery."
Haley frowned, not liking this at all, but she wanted that glass out of her arm more than defending her ego. She had plenty of time to redeem herself later.
"You're lucky." Jack commented, placing his hand on her injured shoulder gingerly. "It just missed your artery."
"Thank God for small favours, huh?" The blonde woman said, leaning down beside Jack as Haley shot her a dirty look.
"Did you call...an audience?" she grounded out as Jack removed his jacket, working on pulling a part of the sleeve off. He looked over at the blonde.
"Hey, uh..."
"Andrea." she supplied, "Andi for short."
"Right, Andi, I need you to take her other shoulder and keep her still, no matter how much she moves once this is out."
Andrea nodded, moving to the other side of Haley and placed a hand on her good shoulder.
"This is going to hurt." Jack said, ripping the fabric of his suit jacket into a nice long strip, "but, I'll get it out as quickly as I can."
Haley sighed, bracing herself as Jack moved closer to her shoulder, gripping the shard of glass.
"Did you want a stick or something to bite into?" Andrea asked, Haley shaking her head.
"Just get the damn thing out." She said, clenching her jaw.
"Alright," Jack said, "on three. One...Two..."
Andrea didn't hear Jack say "three" because Haley's scream overpowered his voice.
She cringed and kicked her leg out as Jack placed the bloodied shard of glass down on the sand and started to wrap the black fabric around her arm.
He pressed his hand against the fabric, waiting for Haley to calm down again. After a while she looked at him, her breathing laboured.
"Press your hand against this." Jack said, Haley pausing for a few seconds before she placed her hand against the cloth.
"Good, keep pressure on it." he looked over at Andrea, "keep an eye on her-"
"-I don't need a damn babysitter." Haley commented, still out of breath. She shot Jack a glare as he continued on without acknowledging that.
"Keep an eye on her, if she looks like she's about to pass out, you call for me, alright?"
Andrea nodded, Jack getting up and walking off to help other people. She glanced back at Haley, who was holding her arm and looking like her day couldn't get any worse.
"I like your band." Andrea said, causing Haley to look at her, her eyebrow tweaking slightly.
...
Lily walked the beach, the sun had set an hour ago, give or take, and she was looking for a place to sit. There were small fires littered about the beach, a few people sitting at them chatting or just sitting there thinking.
She paused by one fire, frowning as she saw a man and a boy talking with that doctor that had been running around, frantic to try and save as many people as he could. She decided to head towards that fire, catching a bit of the conversation going on between the group.
"He hasn't said anything," the man with the green eyes said, his voice gruff, probably from tiredness. But, there was a softness to it as well. The doctor, Jack, if Lily remember correctly, nodded his head.
He turned to the boy, who had his arms wrapped around himself as if he was afraid that his innards would fall out if he didn't do so.
"I'm Jack," Jack said, "Look, if you need anything at all, you can come find me."
The boy nodded, his eyes flickering towards Lily for a few seconds before back on Jack.
"What's your name?" Jack asked, Lily coming to sit down opposite of them by the fire. Lyle gave her a small smile, looking as if he wanted to greet her. Lily nodded her head at him.
Jack watched as the boy stared at him for a few more seconds, wondering if he would get an answer out of him. Lily looked into a fire for a few seconds, then looked up as a new voice was heard.
The kid cleared his throat, "B-Beau. Beau A-Armstrong." He said, his voice was quiet with nervousness and a little bit of suspicion.
Jack nodded, standing up. "well, don't be afraid to come find me, Beau." He gave the rest of them a quick nod before walking down the beach. He was keeping an eye out for a certain person that he wondered about a number of times through out the few hours after the crash.
He wanted to believe that she was on the beach somewhere, but logic told him that she was in the back of the plane. And the tail section could be as good as dead.
...
"My name is Lyle." Lyle quickly introduced, Beau looking up at him as Lily looked down to study the sand on her palm.
"Lily." she said, looking up as Lyle nodded his head, giving her a smile. She was going to comment about why he seemed so happy about a plane crash when a loud metallic roar ripped through the air, people all over the beach becoming silent as some of them stood to watch as it made a few clicking the whirring sounds. Trees fell over, making loud crashes as they landed down on the jungle floor. One after the other.
Then, as it died down, a murmur of chatter filled the air. Lily glanced over at Lyle and Beau, who seemed to share the same shocked expression. Although, Beau's was more frightened than enything.
"What the hell was that?" Lily asked, staring at the jungle, suddenly feeling that waiting for rescue had just become way more complicated.
And, that's it for the first chapter. Six pages in my word document and I'm feeling pretty good about it. :)
Tell me your thoughts, I want to know if I made your character right or if you have an idea about an upcoming chapter.
Those of you who didn't see your character in this chapter will see them in the next for sure.
Anyway, have a good weekend!
-Moon.
