Trying to get rid of writer's block, I figured I would do a one-shot for Lost. And, Kate is the best character, so obviously, it's going to be about her! Haha. Let me know if it's a) Amazing, b) pretty good c) not-so-good d) Worse than Ashlee Simpson's singing. (I couldn't resist!) Only my second fanfic, but heck, I'll take flames.
Set any time after the tailies show up, and before Ana Lucia dies.
Special thanks to my good friend Megan, who proofreads for me, even though half the time I ignore her suggestions and do whatever the hell I want to. grin
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Kate always ran. It had started in high school. She was running down the street as fast as she could. She had to get away from the horrible sound of his yelling, and her mother's pleas of forgiveness. She hated seeing her mother so weak, so she ran. The track coach had seen her and offered her a spot on the team. She accepted, as a way to avoid going straight home after school. On the first day of practice, she started running, and didn't stop. She ran all the way across town. She never stopped running, really.
So now, she ran from everything. There weren't many places to run to on this damned island, but she tried anyway. She had something else to run from now. Jack. The name practically screamed "perfect". She couldn't believe the way he looked at that woman who killed Shannon. Ana-Lucia. The name tasted like metal in Kate's mouth. This Ana-Lucia was a killer.
Hah. She supposed she shouldn't think like that. She didn't want to be a hypocrite. But no, Shannon didn't deserve to die. Wayne deserved what he had gotten. She had even been easy on him. He was drunk when he died, and it was fast. He should have suffered. Suffered just as much as Kate had. Just as much as her mother had. Wayne killed Katherine. Her mother's Katherine was gone, Tom's Katie was gone. They were both replaced by Kate. Kate the fugitive. Kate the murderer.
Running was, essentially, the reason she ran. Running from the murder of Wayne caused Tom's death. Running from both that and Tom's memory caused her to end up on the island, which led her to meet, and then run from, Jack. It was a domino effect. But stopping would be giving in, letting all the dominos crash on top of her, crushing her.
So she ran. She ran to escape the pain of seeing Jack and Ana-Lucia smiling at each other, laughing. It didn't matter how fast she ran, the pain always caught up with her in the end. Branches tore at her clothes as she pushed deeper and deeper into the jungle. Thorns pierced her flesh, but physical pain was nothing. It didn't cut as deeply as the pain Kate felt now. She tripped on a root, which was obviously growing there just to spite her. She didn't get back up. There was no point anymore. She would just fall again, and the pain would wash over her, like one of the waves she found herself staring at all the time. When Kate got back to camp, she didn't speak to anyone. She may have been physically calm, but in her mind, she was always running.