I happened to glance around the Lost section and noticed almost every fiction out now, is based upon the season 2 finale, I was a little distraught by the fact that their are so many floating around, I do have a different plotline thought out then the ones that I've noticed on the site, and will not solely focus on Kate, Jack and Sawyer, the other survivors will play just as big of a part as they will.

(The seperation line isnt working for me, so this will have to do.)

Kate:

Kate had tried to keep track of where the young woman was taking her but gave up eventually sighing in frustration; she had walked through hallways, rooms, and now she was in the jungle walking at a fast pace her feet hitting the dirt and making shuffling noises leaving prints of her boots in a shadowed line. Her legs ached from the walk, sharp pains shooting up them in a hasty manner.

Finally the young woman stopped and looked around turning her body in circles her eyes sharp and alert, her body stiff with anticipation. Kate heard someone walking her body tensed up at the noise, she glanced ahead as a man stepped out of the trees. He stepped towards Kate and gruffly grabbed her by the arms and walked a few paces his arms tightly securing her to where movement was virtually impossible. He turned to the young woman behind them"Go, now." His voice was firm and a underlying hoarseness was audible when he spoke.

He secured his grip on Kate's arms and began to walk quickly making her limbs ache even more she closed her eyes and moved her feet along with the mans.

She stepped into the dark alleyway her feet aching to the point where they refused to move she sunk against a dingy building watching as her breath traveled from her lips into the cool night sky. She leaned her head back and watched the stars shining brightly remaining nothing but dots of light. Tears pricked the corner of her eyes, threatening to slide down her face, her and Tom used to lay in the field behind her house and watch the stars talking some nights until the sun rose. She could remember the night she called him and begged him to meet her in the field she had every intention of running off that night but she couldn't leave Tom, she had asked him to come with her; he had replied no and begged her to change her mind, explaining to her what a risk she was taking. That was the last time she spoke to him until she showed up in the backseat of his car, a move she regretted now more then she had ever regretted anything in her life.

She forced her mind away from the thoughts of Tom, every remaining memory she hung onto of him causing her a pain she had never experienced in her life she gently placed her head in her hands and cried, all of the emotion she felt at the moment bubbling up to the surface and exploding into a pool of tears.

From a distance a man watched the scene play before his eyes, he seen her place her head in her hands her body beginning to shake as sobs overcame her body; he smiled she was right where he wanted her, right where he had always wanted her.

Off in the distance she could make out a door, similar to the hatch door; the man quickened his pace and pulled the door open he turned to her and shoved her in "Ladies first." he grabbed a hold of her arms again pushing her against the wall and pulled a needle out of his jeans pocket, and stabbing her arm before she had time to react the situation before her eyes. He grabbed her arm and slid the needle back into his pocket and began to walk again, reaching for a doorknob he turned it with ease and shoved her into the room she collapsed onto the concrete ground, her limbs weak from the extensive pressure she had been placing on them, she felt arms wrap around her body in a gentle manner she glanced up and seen Jack's concerned face, she closed her eyes and passed out.

Now press that little button, and write me a reveiw! ;)