Post by Edith S. Baker on Apr 22, 2007 11:44:42 GMT -4
Title: The Murderer
Fandom: LOST
Rating: G
Character: Ben's thoughts
Spoilers: None. (Based on information from "One of Us")
Disclaimer: I don't own LOST
Author: esbaker
Juliet was brought over to help, but she couldn’t help. The babies and the mothers kept dying. Why was this island so cruel as to not allow us to procreate? What have we done to anger Jacob so? Why can’t our wish about having our own children not be fulfilled? Sure we get children. They sometimes fall out the sky, sometimes their mothers are marooned, but they are not from our flesh and blood.
I remember her. She was so beautiful. She was so young. Oh, I was young, too. I loved her. She loved me. We got married. We worked hard to keep our world intact. Those pesky DHARMA people were over trying to make their experiments. She was one of them. Her parents came from far away to study the sharks. I remember watching her take care of the animals in the zoo. Animals that I never saw before: White bears.
I still remember the first day I saw her. She was so beautiful. She had long black hair and beautiful green eyes. She smelled like flowers. She told me that they were peonies. I didn’t care. I loved her. I loved her smell.
Her parents didn’t want her to marry me. There was no reason given. She loved me. She came to live with me. Her parents were angry. They said that I was going to kill her. I had no such intentions.
She told me one day that she was going to have a baby. I was so happy. A few months later, I lost her. She was gone. Gone. Gone. No reason. I killed her. I didn’t mean to kill her.
Six months later, the French lady was marooned on the beach. She gave birth to a baby girl. I wanted that baby. I needed the baby. I needed to ease my aching heart. I took that baby and raised her as my own. I told her that her mother was my wife. She gave birth to her and died.
Today, my daughter hates me. She doesn’t understand that I cannot let her have a boyfriend. I don’t want him to kill her. I hope that she doesn’t love him they way my beloved loved me.
Fandom: LOST
Rating: G
Character: Ben's thoughts
Spoilers: None. (Based on information from "One of Us")
Disclaimer: I don't own LOST
Author: esbaker
Juliet was brought over to help, but she couldn’t help. The babies and the mothers kept dying. Why was this island so cruel as to not allow us to procreate? What have we done to anger Jacob so? Why can’t our wish about having our own children not be fulfilled? Sure we get children. They sometimes fall out the sky, sometimes their mothers are marooned, but they are not from our flesh and blood.
I remember her. She was so beautiful. She was so young. Oh, I was young, too. I loved her. She loved me. We got married. We worked hard to keep our world intact. Those pesky DHARMA people were over trying to make their experiments. She was one of them. Her parents came from far away to study the sharks. I remember watching her take care of the animals in the zoo. Animals that I never saw before: White bears.
I still remember the first day I saw her. She was so beautiful. She had long black hair and beautiful green eyes. She smelled like flowers. She told me that they were peonies. I didn’t care. I loved her. I loved her smell.
Her parents didn’t want her to marry me. There was no reason given. She loved me. She came to live with me. Her parents were angry. They said that I was going to kill her. I had no such intentions.
She told me one day that she was going to have a baby. I was so happy. A few months later, I lost her. She was gone. Gone. Gone. No reason. I killed her. I didn’t mean to kill her.
Six months later, the French lady was marooned on the beach. She gave birth to a baby girl. I wanted that baby. I needed the baby. I needed to ease my aching heart. I took that baby and raised her as my own. I told her that her mother was my wife. She gave birth to her and died.
Today, my daughter hates me. She doesn’t understand that I cannot let her have a boyfriend. I don’t want him to kill her. I hope that she doesn’t love him they way my beloved loved me.
