Title:
The Mind is a Dangerous Place
Chapter 5: Crash & Burn
Confusion…smoke…fire…noise…oh yes, the noise. Noises of engines spinning were heard. There were also sounds of screaming people calling for loved ones or just screaming their heads off.
On the beach of an uncharted island, lied the wreckage of Flight 815. Falling debris engulfed in flames fell from above and crashed unto the sandy beach.
The entire scene was terrible. Bodies scattered the beach, some alive, some not. People walked around in a daze, all of them appeared to be wounded in some way.
Confusion didn't even come closein describing this scene. It was chaos.
John Locke was lying on the sand close to the wreckage. He was just sprawled out like a rag doll, like he must have fell out of his seat and just landed unto the sand.
His eyes twitched, and he slowly opened them. He blinked and soon after his eyes brightened with confusion at what was going on around him.
He heard the engines roar and the voices of screaming, yelling people that surrounded the area.
He slowly got up and suddenly stopped. He looked down at his feet that only had socks on. He twitched his foot, and shock covered his face.
He tried the other one and he could feel his legs. He turned and found one of his shoes. He soon finds the other and puts them on.
He slowly got up and smiled to himself as he stands. He stands there for a while, completely enjoying the feeling, as well as having the shock, at being able to stand…and to walk.
Suddenly he quickly looks around frantically.
"Where is she?" Locke asked himself as he franticly searched the scene for the girl.
But he suddenly hears someone call for help. He looked around and spotted a young man calling for him to help another man who had been pinned down by wreckage.
Locke knew he had to help as many people as he can, he just hoped that the girl was alright.
On the other side of the plane wreckage, a young woman is seen spread eagle on the sandy beach. It was April.
People ran by, not even bothering to see if the girl was alive or dead. Her eyes stared up into the sky, unseeing. Her black hair spread all across the sand like a fan behind her head.
A gash was across her forehead; blood seeped from it and spilled down to the side of her face.
Her mouth was partially open, and she wasn't breathing.
An engine suddenly blew nearby, and pieces of it would have crushed her if it wasn't for the dark shadow that ran towards her, scooped her up and dodged the fiery part of the engine as it crashed down.
Sand mixed with flames flew in all directions as parts of the engine crashed were the girl was a little while ago.
Breathing hard, the man looked down at the woman that he had just saved. For a fleeting moment, he thought that he was too late to have saved her.
He quickly laid her on the sand. He delicately places a handunto the side of her neck and waiting for a pulse. He didn't find one.
He brought his ear to her lips, and tried to feel the breathing of the girl. But not one breath escaped.
He straightened her back unto the sand, titled her head up and brought his mouth down upon hers. He breathed into her the gift of precious life, air, and began to do CPR.
After a while he feared that she was never going to come back. He tried one last time, and it was a winner.
She coughed and began to breath but that was all. Her body after that became as limp as before, her pale eyes unseeing.
The man once again brought his ear to her lips and smiled widely as he felt her breathing out unto his ear.
He looked down at her and smiled. But his smiled faded and he quickly waved a hand over her eyes. She didn't even blink.
"Perhaps she is blind." He thought to himself.
He heard the calls for help from the crash sight, and decided that questions will be answered later.
He gently picked up the girl and swiftly took her away from the crash site and towards some people who were huddled together.
"Please, could you please watch her?" H asked, his accent that of Middle-Eastern.
The people nodded their heads and watched as the man gently placed the girl next to them on the sand.
With one last look at the girl, he runs off into the crash site to help others.
After everything had calmed down…
It had taken many trips for the few who had helped to get everyone away from the wreckage and into saftly. Now all that was left was pained hearts, and unbelief.
It seemd that there was a doctor on the plane and he was now helping the wouned. His name was Jack, and after coming back from the woods, accompanied by a woman, he began to treat those around him.
Locke was searching for the girl the entire time he was helping others. And by now with pain in his heart, he felt that she must have been one of the bodies scattered across the beach.
Locke was looking around the beach when he spotted someone lying on the sand, the waves slowlysoaking the figures red and orange skirt.
He started running towards the figure and stopped when he was looking down at the person.
It was the girl, and she was looking up into the sky, but not seeing.
Locke kneeled next to the girl, happy as hell that she was alive and by the looks of it well.
"You're alright, I had feared the worst." Lock said with a smile of relief.
But the girl didn't return his smile, nor even register that he was there. Lock moved himself so that he was looking down at her.
Hesagged his shoulders as henoticedthat she was trapped within her mind again. Her eyes were clouded over and her body completely stiff.
"The first time I met her, I told her my name. And than she got better, maybe it can work again."
"It's Locke." Locke stated. But the girl didn't even blink.
"It's not working!"
Locke then looked over the girls face and saw the gash on her forehead. He decided that first he will take her to Jack, and then see what can be done to unlock her mind again.
He reached forward with his arms and carefully pulled her into his embrace. He slowly got up, while lifting the girl up and into his arms and positioned her so that she was comfortable.
He turned towards the wreckage and spotted Jack taking care of a young woman that was pregnant.
He began to walk towards Jack, with the girl in his arms.
"Jack!" Locke called out when he was near enough for Jack to hear him.
Jack turned his gaze away from the girls and looked towards the voice who had just called his name.
He watched as Locke walked towards him with a young woman in his arms. He immediately got up.
"I'll be right back, Clair." He said with reassurance towards the pregnant girl.
The girl nodded her head and she too looked towards Locke as he brought the girl closer.
Jack walked towards them and stopped when he was near to Locke.
"Who is this Locke?" Jack asked as Locke reached him.
"This young girl was next to me in the plane." Locke explained. For now he will leave out the part about the man with the gun.
"She has a gash on her forehead." Locke spoke as Jack leaned over the girl.
Jack delicately placed his hands on the girls head and inspected the wound.
"It isn't deep. But it will get infected." Jack after a moment replied.
It was then that Jack noticed that the girl was staring straight up.
"Locke, is she…?" Jack didn't finish just in case he was wrong.
"She is alive Jack; it's just that she…she is special." Locke explained.
Jack looked up to face Locke. "Special?" Jack asked in confusion.
"Yes, special." Locke stated. He then quickly continued. "We are all special for surviving this crash, right Jack?"
Jack slowly nodded his head, still unbelieving at what Lock had said earlier.
"Bring her over here." Jack said while motioning towards a blue passenger seat that had fallen out of the plane and was now snug deep into the sand.
Locke gently placed the girl unto the seat, and Jack began to inspect the gash. After coming back with a cup of salt water, and a clean rag, Jack began to clean up the wound.
An ordinary person would have shrank away from the stinging caused by the salt water on an open would, but not the girl. She didn't even flinch or even show any amount of expression as Jack cleaned her wound.
And this worried Jack. He was going to have to keep an eye on her. Buttaking alooktowards Locke, who was holding unto the girls' hand, Jack figured that this girl already had a guardian. She was in good hands.
And that made Jack more than glad to know that this girl, whoever she was, now had someone to care for her.
Looking around at his surroundings, Jack knew that in this place (wherever this place was) that having someone to watch over you, was definitely the best thing...
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This fic will most definitely have a twist to it than from the T.V. show. But I plan to go along with it though…in some parts. The rest is my own twisted imagination and what I have in store for April Oliver…The Key.
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