I finally gave in and decided to write a post-fanale fic. I want to make this as close to a real episode of LOST as I can write, so think of this as Episode 3x01, only unofficial and not (yet) approved by the creators. There will be flashbacks and breaks where I think commercials would normally be. And I'll have to ask you all to be patient withmy updatesbecause I have a busy summer and I honestly don't know how I'm gonna end this story. I neither created nor own LOST; that belongs to Touchstone Television and ABC. I only own the characters that you see here and not in the actual show.
We open on an Asian cocktail bar at night. Lights flash, techno music plays in the background, but we can tell that this nightclub is not a place for rebellious youth looking to get a rush, but a place for the upper class to show off the money they can burn. Rich millionaires in expensive suits sip martinis. Young beautiful women flash their expensive silk and jewelry. A few blackjack, poker, craps, and pool tables are scattered around the club, along with small, private booths attended to by waiters.
Facing the entrance, leaning against the edge of the bar, is a man in a charcoal-grey business suit. He is in his mid 30's, strong both physically and in attitude, and being one of the only Americans in a room full of Asian people he easily stands out. After staring intently at the entrance for a long time, he finally straightens up as he sees a Korean man walk through the entrance. The stern-looking Asian wears a crisp black business suit, and on his jacket is a gold pin with the Greek letter Phi engrained in silver.
The American and the Asian walk up to each other.
TROY: Mr. Kye?
The Asian man nods. They shake hands.
TROY: Daniel Troy, pleasure to meet you, sir. They're right this way.
The two of them walk toward the more secluded far corner of the club.
KYE: Have you spoken to this new man?
TROY: We've made our introductions, but I've never been able to talk to him in great length. Mr. Friedman wanted to spend as much time as he could getting to know him.
KYE: Is he a good candidate?
TROY: Personally, I don't see anything in him, at least anything that would be of use to your company. Mr. Friedman may think differently, however; he's been interested in him since Day 1.
KYE: One thing you should understand, Mr. Troy, is that what you feel to be good qualifications may be different from what we feel. And we at Paik Heavy Industries hold very… unique standards from most other people.
We cut to the booth in the far corner, where the "new man" in question sits. The camera is level to the table looking slightly up, so that all we can see of this man is his right hand on the table, expertly shuffling a full deck of cards.
Yes, he's doing it with one hand.
In the background within the same booth, a dignified 50-ish businessman looks on in amusement, a glass of ice and scotch beside him. He looks to the side, where Troy and Kye have just arrived.
FRIEDMAN: Ah, Mr. Kye how good to see you.
KYE: (bows his head) An honor to meet you again, sir. My employer Mr. Paik gives you his greetings as well.
FRIEDMAN: Yes, thank you. (nods his head to Troy, who takes this as a signal and walks away. Friedman indicates to the new man) This is the man I've been telling you about.
KYE: Oh, there is no need for introduction, (turns to the new man) I have already heard much about you.
NEW MAN: Word travels that fast, huh?
KYE: (sits down in the booth) My employer prides himself in keeping up to date with information concerning people of his interest. Though I must say, (looks at the shuffling hand) I have not heard about your skills in playing cards.
NEW MAN: (chuckles dryly) Actually, I have Mr. Friedman to thank for teaching me.
FRIEDMAN: Bah, don't be so modest. Once I opened up your mind to the game, you started beating me more!
This fact seems to impress Kye a great deal more than he lets on. But instead of delving more into the subject, he decides to get right down to business.
KYE: You have come a long way from your home in the United States, sir. May I ask why it is that you would suddenly leave such a comfortable home and prestigious career?
At this question, the card-shuffling hand pauses for a moment before continuing to shuffle again, slowly, therapeutic even.
NEW MAN: I needed a change in scenery.
KYE: Well, perhaps Paik Heavy Industries can offer it, and more besides.
As Kye is about to continue, a waitress walks up to the booth and asks in the local dialect for his order. Kye responds to her in kind (viewers out there who are knowledgeable enough in Asian languages may notice that they are NOT speaking Korean). As soon as the waitress leaves, Kye continues.
KYE: As Mr. Friedman may have informed you, Paik Heavy Industries not only specializes in car manufacturing, but also manages several scientific research facilities. We are in need of more workers.
NEW MAN: What is it that you would want me to do?
KYE: With your knowledge and skills, your job would consist mostly of research in the human nervous system. Perhaps it is not as… glamorous as your previous employment, but it is cleaner, less stressful, and the knowledge gained in your research would help to better the welfare of thousands, perhaps millions, of people. Your salary would be quite substantial as well, more than double that of your old job.
FRIEDMAN: (with a crooked grin) What did I tell ya, kid? Less work for more money. Now that's the good life.
As the conversation continues, the camera slowly begins to turn, moving away from the new man's shuffling hand, up his arm, his shoulder…
KYE: If you would like, I can give you a tour this week of the research facilities we have here in southern Thailand. That is, if you are still interested in our offer.
The camera stops panning up and we are finally able to see this man's face.
It is Jack Shephard.
JACK: So when do we start?
In a small room somewhere, Jack is slammed into the concrete floor face first, his head still covered with the dirty hood. An Other kneels down with one knee jabbing hard into Jack's back. He removes Jack's hood, then his gag, then finally cuts the rope binding his wrists. Jack slowly gets up only to be faced by Tom, who is flanked by guards armed with rifles. Behind them, Sawyer and Kate are still bound and hooded.
TOM: Food and clothes are on the bed. Make yourself comfortable. And don't even think about calling for help while you're here, the rooms are soundproof.
JACK: What are you going to do to them?
TOM: Aw c'mon Jack, you know better than to think I'd give away the entire plot! It'd spoil the surprise.
JACK: I swear, if you do anything to hurt them-
TOM: Actually Jack, whether they get hurt or not depends entirely on you. So I suggest you play nice.
And with that cryptic message, Tom closes the heavy metal door and locks it shut. With tired eyes, Jack looks around the dull grey cell (folding chair, bed, a set of beige clothes and a loaf of hard bread) then back at the door. At first he looks too exhausted to try shouting and banging against it.
Instead, using a last burst of anger, he hurls the chair at the door.
Doesn't even leave a mark.
LOST
And this is where you'd see the white and blury LOST title floating against the black background with the creepy sound affects. So please tell me what you think of it so far. Did I make Jack too obvious in that flashback? Constructive criticism is welcome and greatly appreciated.
