Lost and its characters belong to JJ Abrams and crew. I'm just borrowing for non-profit fun. Enjoy.
Lost -- Perspective
By Mystic
August 24th 2005
She saw the whole thing. From the air pocket in the sky to the fireball that tumbled through the jungle and landed on the beach. Kate saw it all. Her knuckles went white on the armrest of the airline seat as the Marshall muttered something, but her heart was already pounding. Never. Ever. Had anything in her short life gone the way it was supposed to.
From the second they lost altitude, her body registered that it was the beginning of something. Not quite sure what, but she knew she should brace for it. She knew it was going to be bad and she knew she was going to be ready. So when the tail section ripped off, she should have looked – stared death in the eye and laughed at it, but she was afraid. She'd always been looking for an out from life and the second it was within her grasp, she turned away. Kate didn't really want to die.
She listened to the wind whistling and the people screaming and watched an infant fly past her head followed quickly by a woman. Kate didn't close her eyes though, not even when the front snapped off and sent what remained of the plan into a spin. Like some bad carnival ride. The plane hit the ground and began to cartwheel. Her stomach flipped over and she thought she might vomit into the yellow mask still pressing firmly into her face.
Instead, her seatbelt snapped. She rolled along the roof of the fuselage for just a second, then bumped off a warm unconscious body. It was a man and he fell out of the opening as she screamed and held on while the plane did another roll. Kate slid, banging her head on an overhead compartment door before going into the air outside of the plane. Somewhere in her head, there was laughter. Her body rolled and she felt her knuckles scrape something hard as she slammed into a tree stump and shouted.
It wasn't quite a curse. Kate wasn't sure her brain would register a curse word if she uttered it. But her lungs burned without the air that had escaped them and she gasped, trying to breathe. Something else hit the ground near her and bounced over her position. Her eyes snapped open long enough to see it was one of the tires. It was an entire section of landing gear.
Grimacing, she sat up with her hands between her knees and she surveyed the area. Somewhere nearby she heard flames and she turned her head, seeing the fuselage slam to a halt on the sandy beach of wherever they were. Kate squinted, seeing movement inside. Other people were alive. She took several short breaths. She had to run away.
Kate moved to stand, glancing down at her hands when they refused to follow her commands. She stared at the metal hanging between them, the cuffs encircling one of her wrists, and she smiled. Oh yeah, she told herself, that. Pulling her left hand roughly, she tried to pry it out, but the Marshall wasn't dumb, he'd clicked them down as far as they could go and not even dislocating her thumb would get her out. And she lost the fucking key. So she began searching the ground. A whole plane crashed, all she needed was one metal scrap.
One metal scrap that had either buried itself in the dirt, or didn't exist. Kate grunted, glancing around until her eyes fell on the landing gear that had missed her by just a few feet. It sat, half embedded into the ground, burning just beyond the fallen tree she'd landed against. Kate huffed, going towards it and brushing at the leaves on the ground around it until she found what she needed. A sliver of salvation.
The cuffs fell off as she walked away and she rubbed her wrists, feeling the bruising there. Her eyes watered as she wondered where she was and what the chances were of her staying lost. That's all Kate had really wanted. She wanted to be lost.
Finis