Who: Locke and OTA When: January 2, 11:30pm Where: Downtown What: Locke's arrival AND HE CAN WALK! Rating: TBA Status: TBA
John Locke had no idea where he was or how he got there. It looked like a deserted street, but from the smoke in the air he couldn't really tell. Not to far away from him was a smashed up car, it looked like he had been thrown from it - even though this wasn't really what happened.
Locke was lying flat on his back, he was bruised, but asides from a cut across his right eye he was unharmed. He glanced up and around, trying to figure out where he was, and how he got there and to see if there was anyone who could help him.
But then...Locke craned his neck, and looked at his feet, he could have sworn he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Could it even be possible? No, he told himself quickly, it's not. He couldn't help but stare though, the part of him so desperate to believe in something, anything wasn't about to give up just yet. His shoes had been blown off and he was looking at his socks. Then he saw it, his toe moved. It moved. Locke sat up fully, his mouth agape as he stared at his feet. Slowly he reached down and touched his legs - he could feel it! He ran his hands down his legs to his feet, he could feel them! He could actually feel them.
This time he didn't hesitate. He slowly got to his feet. He was standing. There was no pain, no weakness. He was standing. After so many years of being confined to that chair - that prison, John Locke was standing.
A few feet away, next to the smashed up car, was what was left of his wheelchair, mangled and burnt, one of the wheels still spinning.