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Anyways. I've been hard at work with fics and school. Lol. Yeah right. The latter has barely been touched. I've been working on this Lost fics that I'm really liking. The first chapter is posted right below this paragraph. Here's the link if you wanna continue reading since I'm up to like chp.7.
Chapter One: Crash
Sophie didn’t remember the crash. She only remembered waking up on a beach. The sand felt gritty against the back of her shirt. She began to sit up, holding a hand to her head. “Sand?” Sophie choked out. When she was sitting up, things felt like they were spinning slightly. “Whoa.” She shut her eyes for a brief moment. There was also this loud sound. Sophie looked around, keeping the hand on her head to try and keep things still in her vision. She set eyes on what looked to be a plane’s engine. It was still going; the fans moving fast.
A man in a suit ran past her. “H-Hey!” she called to him. Carefully, she tried to stand up. Sophie collapsed to her knees and the man was kneeling beside her in an instant.
“You okay?” he said loudly.
“M-My head,” she told him.
He looked her over and asked, “Do you have a headache? Dizziness?” His voice was loud. He had to shout for her to hear him over the sound of the engine. Sophie nodded. She felt him touch her cheek lightly. “You probably have a minor concussion. There’s a cut here though,” he said as he touched it again.
It didn’t hurt, so Sophie was a little surprised there was a cut. She lowered her hand from her head. “Thank you,” she trailed off in a questioning voice.
“Jack,” he said.
She gave a small nod and said, “I’m Sophie.”
Jack nodded and said, “There’re more people that may need help.” He nodded towards the wreckage.
Sophie nodded and Jack helped her up. “I can help.” Jack smiled weakly as he steadied her. “I’m good.” He nodded again before rushing off to help others. Sophie got a good look around. There were people wandering around, looking aimless and lost. There was a blond screaming her head off. Something of a creaking noise could be heard. Sophie noticed it was coming from the wing of the plane that was still attached. She took a few steps forward, shuffling slowly. Things were blurred and she stumbled forward. At that moment, the engine blew up. Something must’ve got caught in it like a piece of metal she figured. The blast shook the ground and she fell; her jeaned knees crashing against the warm sand. All the screaming seemed to die down around her a little bit. As she began to get to her feet again, a louder sound of screeching was audible. Sophie looked up and saw the wing of the plane beginning to fall. Her eyes went wide with shock as she saw Jack helping a large man and a blond woman away from it quickly. The wing fell and a small fire erupted after it crashed to the ground. She flinched back into a sitting position.
Sophie began to shiver. She didn’t know where they were or what exactly was going on. It frightened her. She just sat there for a while, watching the waves roll and wondering what would become of them. Sophie just hoped rescue would come soon…
She pulled her legs to her chest, sitting alone on the sand nervously and watching some of the other survivors, as they could now be called. Some cried, some hugged, and some gathered luggage bags. Sophie began to wonder if she could find her bag. Pushing herself up carefully, Sophie began to stand. She wiped her eyes at the sight of the bright sun and stumbled.
“Oi!” she heard a voice shout. Sophie looked to her right and saw a guy walking towards her. His blue jeans were dirty and his long sleeved striped shirt looked beaten up from the crash, if that’s what it was. He had a hoodie on, too, which looked somewhat out of place with the island-ish look. There was a cigarette between his index and middle finger, which he immediately dropped on the sand. The guy rushed to her and said, “You alright?”
Sophie ran a hand through her messed up shoulder length brown hair. “This guy, Jack,” she began, “said I have like a concussion or something.” She shook her head as she spoke, like it was nothing. And really, it was nothing to her.
The guy was silent for a moment. “Who’s Jack?” he asked.
Sophie shrugged. “Wearing a suit. He was gung-ho about helping people.” He was looking at her in confusion. Obviously, he hadn’t met this guy. Sophie sighed. “Never mind.” She pressed a hand to her forehead as she felt a headache coming on. “Um, I’m Sophie by the way.”
“Charlie,” he said.
She looked around and noticed people seemed to be starting to make a fire. “Are they making a fire?” she asked, looking back at Charlie.
“Dunno,” he said. “It looks it.”
Sophie shifted her footing. “Maybe we should go help?” Charlie nodded and Sophie began walking slowly over to the pile for the assumed fire. She noticed he fell instep with her and was fiddling with a ring on his right hand. “So are you from like…England or something?” Sophie asked, just trying to make conversation.
“You! What’re your names?” a man asked.
Both Charlie and Sophie looked in the direction of the man. He looked Middle Eastern and was wearing a tan short sleeved button down with a pair of dark jeans. “What? Oh, I’m Charlie.”
Sophie looked hesitantly at Charlie before saying, “My name’s Sophie.”
“We need some help with the fire. No one will see it if it isn’t big!”
From the corner of her eye, she saw Charlie nod. “Right. On it. What’s your name?”
The man said, “Sayid.”
“Sayid!” Charlie said loudly. “We’re on it, Sayid.”
Sophie just stood by and had a small smile. Even though things were bad, he seemed to be quite cheery. “Should I get some more sticks and stuff then?” she asked. Charlie seemed to shiver. “Huh? What?” He looked at her, a slightly confused look on his face. “Uh, yeah. Good idea. I’ll go with you.”
She nodded and began towards what looked to be a tree line a few yards away. The two gathered an armful of tree fronds and a few twigs. They returned and found the pile had grown and the sky beginning to darken. They threw the stuff on and someone was lighting the fire with a little lighter. A few people gathered around as it got darker, many of them looking distant or depressed.
Sophie was sitting beside Charlie. He had his hood covering his head and was twiddling his fingers carefully. A large man walked over to them and said, “Uh, anyone hungry?” Charlie looked up for a second and shook his head before returning to look at the large flame. “What about you?” he said to Sophie.
“No thanks,” she said with a half smile. Frankly, she had a pounding headache and food right now would probably make her nauseous.
“Okay,” he said as he trudged off.
Sophie went to ask Charlie if he was okay but a weird, sickening, primal noise rang out. It sounded as if it came from the jungle. The sound disturbed her. Immediately people were on their feet, looking towards the trees. Everyone was standing together when they saw trees sway violently; a few even looked like they fell. From the sound of it, something was snapping them. Sophie stood by Charlie, trembling with terror, when she heard him say, “Terrific.”
Sophie didn’t remember the crash. She only remembered waking up on a beach. The sand felt gritty against the back of her shirt. She began to sit up, holding a hand to her head. “Sand?” Sophie choked out. When she was sitting up, things felt like they were spinning slightly. “Whoa.” She shut her eyes for a brief moment. There was also this loud sound. Sophie looked around, keeping the hand on her head to try and keep things still in her vision. She set eyes on what looked to be a plane’s engine. It was still going; the fans moving fast.
A man in a suit ran past her. “H-Hey!” she called to him. Carefully, she tried to stand up. Sophie collapsed to her knees and the man was kneeling beside her in an instant.
“You okay?” he said loudly.
“M-My head,” she told him.
He looked her over and asked, “Do you have a headache? Dizziness?” His voice was loud. He had to shout for her to hear him over the sound of the engine. Sophie nodded. She felt him touch her cheek lightly. “You probably have a minor concussion. There’s a cut here though,” he said as he touched it again.
It didn’t hurt, so Sophie was a little surprised there was a cut. She lowered her hand from her head. “Thank you,” she trailed off in a questioning voice.
“Jack,” he said.
She gave a small nod and said, “I’m Sophie.”
Jack nodded and said, “There’re more people that may need help.” He nodded towards the wreckage.
Sophie nodded and Jack helped her up. “I can help.” Jack smiled weakly as he steadied her. “I’m good.” He nodded again before rushing off to help others. Sophie got a good look around. There were people wandering around, looking aimless and lost. There was a blond screaming her head off. Something of a creaking noise could be heard. Sophie noticed it was coming from the wing of the plane that was still attached. She took a few steps forward, shuffling slowly. Things were blurred and she stumbled forward. At that moment, the engine blew up. Something must’ve got caught in it like a piece of metal she figured. The blast shook the ground and she fell; her jeaned knees crashing against the warm sand. All the screaming seemed to die down around her a little bit. As she began to get to her feet again, a louder sound of screeching was audible. Sophie looked up and saw the wing of the plane beginning to fall. Her eyes went wide with shock as she saw Jack helping a large man and a blond woman away from it quickly. The wing fell and a small fire erupted after it crashed to the ground. She flinched back into a sitting position.
Sophie began to shiver. She didn’t know where they were or what exactly was going on. It frightened her. She just sat there for a while, watching the waves roll and wondering what would become of them. Sophie just hoped rescue would come soon…
She pulled her legs to her chest, sitting alone on the sand nervously and watching some of the other survivors, as they could now be called. Some cried, some hugged, and some gathered luggage bags. Sophie began to wonder if she could find her bag. Pushing herself up carefully, Sophie began to stand. She wiped her eyes at the sight of the bright sun and stumbled.
“Oi!” she heard a voice shout. Sophie looked to her right and saw a guy walking towards her. His blue jeans were dirty and his long sleeved striped shirt looked beaten up from the crash, if that’s what it was. He had a hoodie on, too, which looked somewhat out of place with the island-ish look. There was a cigarette between his index and middle finger, which he immediately dropped on the sand. The guy rushed to her and said, “You alright?”
Sophie ran a hand through her messed up shoulder length brown hair. “This guy, Jack,” she began, “said I have like a concussion or something.” She shook her head as she spoke, like it was nothing. And really, it was nothing to her.
The guy was silent for a moment. “Who’s Jack?” he asked.
Sophie shrugged. “Wearing a suit. He was gung-ho about helping people.” He was looking at her in confusion. Obviously, he hadn’t met this guy. Sophie sighed. “Never mind.” She pressed a hand to her forehead as she felt a headache coming on. “Um, I’m Sophie by the way.”
“Charlie,” he said.
She looked around and noticed people seemed to be starting to make a fire. “Are they making a fire?” she asked, looking back at Charlie.
“Dunno,” he said. “It looks it.”
Sophie shifted her footing. “Maybe we should go help?” Charlie nodded and Sophie began walking slowly over to the pile for the assumed fire. She noticed he fell instep with her and was fiddling with a ring on his right hand. “So are you from like…England or something?” Sophie asked, just trying to make conversation.
“You! What’re your names?” a man asked.
Both Charlie and Sophie looked in the direction of the man. He looked Middle Eastern and was wearing a tan short sleeved button down with a pair of dark jeans. “What? Oh, I’m Charlie.”
Sophie looked hesitantly at Charlie before saying, “My name’s Sophie.”
“We need some help with the fire. No one will see it if it isn’t big!”
From the corner of her eye, she saw Charlie nod. “Right. On it. What’s your name?”
The man said, “Sayid.”
“Sayid!” Charlie said loudly. “We’re on it, Sayid.”
Sophie just stood by and had a small smile. Even though things were bad, he seemed to be quite cheery. “Should I get some more sticks and stuff then?” she asked. Charlie seemed to shiver. “Huh? What?” He looked at her, a slightly confused look on his face. “Uh, yeah. Good idea. I’ll go with you.”
She nodded and began towards what looked to be a tree line a few yards away. The two gathered an armful of tree fronds and a few twigs. They returned and found the pile had grown and the sky beginning to darken. They threw the stuff on and someone was lighting the fire with a little lighter. A few people gathered around as it got darker, many of them looking distant or depressed.
Sophie was sitting beside Charlie. He had his hood covering his head and was twiddling his fingers carefully. A large man walked over to them and said, “Uh, anyone hungry?” Charlie looked up for a second and shook his head before returning to look at the large flame. “What about you?” he said to Sophie.
“No thanks,” she said with a half smile. Frankly, she had a pounding headache and food right now would probably make her nauseous.
“Okay,” he said as he trudged off.
Sophie went to ask Charlie if he was okay but a weird, sickening, primal noise rang out. It sounded as if it came from the jungle. The sound disturbed her. Immediately people were on their feet, looking towards the trees. Everyone was standing together when they saw trees sway violently; a few even looked like they fell. From the sound of it, something was snapping them. Sophie stood by Charlie, trembling with terror, when she heard him say, “Terrific.”
Also I've been making vids on youtube for this fic and manip'd pics on photobucket. I put the pic towards the top closer to the beginning of the first chapter. It's just easier to get that way. The vid is the last thing I'll spam ya with. :)
