Disclaimer: like i said... dont own lost... i wish i did... i only own my characters
Chapter 1: Memories and the Present
The gunshot echoed throughout the alley. She turned around to see what had happened and realized that it was all her fault as she watched a young curly haired brunette run out of the alleyway, leaving the dead man behind. They made eye contact briefly before the woman ran off into a separate direction. She looked after the woman for a moment before running into the alley and avoiding the dead body, she picked the gun, her gun, seconds later, running for her life. Not until she had safely hidden the gun and herself did she anonymously call the police to report the dead body. She may not have killed the man, but she certainly blamed herself for his death, it was her gun after all. She had basically just helped a murderer, but she had no idea who else would have wanted the man dead.
She let out a gasp and loud groan. What happened?, she thought, Why am I in so much pain? A splitting headache silenced these thoughts. She felt a blanket of warm sand underneath her hands and feet, and there was a warm glow of the sun on her face. Whoa…what in the world? Sand! SAND! She threw her eyes open and nearly had a panic attack when a blue sky and rising black clouds of smoke welcomed her, along with the taste of warm salty air in the breeze from the ocean that was mixed with the sharp smell of smoke and burning metal. Whoa! Ocean!, her brain screamed, Last time I checked, we weren't this close to the ocean! What happened? Where am I?
"Ok, Halie, breathe," she managed to say to herself, "You're a London. Londons don't panic; they can breathe. Just breathe. Anyway, you're a nineteen-year-old grown woman…argh …what's mum and dad going to think?...argh, Jem's definitely going to have a field day with this… well, I guess no amnesia. That's good…fingers, toes…limbs…yep, all moving, good, not paralyzed. Really, really sore…argh…pain…oooh…okay, so, better question: where in the heck am I?...I suppose sitting up will help…errr…owww…" Halie sat up slowly, but halted when she saw the wreckage of a large commercial plane some distance away from her, sitting on the beach's sand, as the tide came in and licked its sides. People were screaming and crying. Everything was chaotic, pieces of fuselage were exploding; there was so much fire and smoke. She couldn't breathe and could barely see because the wind coming from the see was blowing sand and smoke into her and eyes. She had a coughing fit trying to not breath in the contaminated air and absentmindedly began to play with a piece of crumpled paper that she forgot was in her hand. "Oh no…" With another splitting headache, everything came rushing back.