I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2006-04-30 11:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | kate austen |
i_killedaman on the after-eve of separation ♠ narrative / open
So here's the story.
You'd think the girl's life couldn't get any worse than what it had been for the past three years. But, as life works, if it isn't one thing that catches you by surprise, it's something else. Caught on the run from the cops, she'd thought that the rest of her life would be spent in a high-security prison. But luck works in mysterious ways, it would seem.
Instead of ending up in Los Angeles, luck worked its ways and instead planted her on a deserted island. One might say that that would be better than whatever fate she'd been headed for, but after two months on that island? Well, Kate could hardly agree with you. She'd have much rather found herself back, safe at home in a courtroom to discuss her story -- and probably be put in jail after that -- than sitting around on a crazy, dangerous island, waiting to be saved. Or die. Whichever came first. And hell, when she ended up in the City, Kate hadn't known which of those two events had happened first: death, or salvation.
One moment, she was wandering the mysterious hatch, and the next... Well, as far as she could remember, the next part was the City. She faintly remembered hearing the signature tolling of the alarm from the button, but nothing much else. The part that scared her the most, and yet was only one of the many fears rolling around inside of her, was the fact that she hadn't the faintest memory of entering the numbers and pressing execute. 4 8 15 16 23 42 Execute. 4 8 15 16 23 42 Execute. For some reason, it seemed to calm her and give her reason when she stumbled into the concrete paradise.
When dealing with questions like, how could there be a huge city on a small island, Kate found comfort in repeating those odd numbers. Like so many other things, those six numbers were a part of her new life. As much as she hated to admit it, she hated that that life was apparently gone. Replaced with something else, something that seemed scarier without friends. Friends like Jack, Sawyer, Sayid, or anyone else she'd met and formed bonds with.
But now she was alone. Apart from the people on the streets, rushing to go wherever, Kate was completely alone. She lay in a heap in a dark alleyway for a while, slowly waking from whatever had brought her away from what she knew. It took a long time, but eventually she pushed herself up. Grey eyes moved about while she sat sideways on the cooled ground, taking in her surroundings. Her first thought? What the hell sort of messed up dream is this?
Unfortunately for Kate Austen, it wasn't a dream at all.
Getting up fully, she rested a hand against the brick of the wall beside her, and slowly moved her way to the sun on the streets of the City. It looked to be about mid-afternoon, maybe approaching evening. She had to blink hard to take it all in. Civilization had finally swooped her back into its grasp, but somehow...
She didn't want it anymore.