Post by Zep on Jun 21, 2008 17:30:06 GMT -4
I haven't been online for a very long time. I feel like a traitor returning to his country of origin.
These are...stories about The Others. Who they are, where they came from. Each chapter deals with a specific Other who interested me. Not strictly Ben fanfic, just general Lost fanfic really. Although chances are he'll appear. If this isn't allowed, I'll certainly take it off. For now, though...
Chapter One
Tom
Tom Reid exhaled deeply, blowing white cigar smoke that drifted out the truck window into the dark, night sky. His eyes followed the smoke upwards, until he was looking at the stars. No sound but the crickets.
Tom’s truck wasn’t much special. Just a shabby old rust bucket, and he could tell the man sitting next to him in his prada suit was not comfortable. He clutched his briefcase impatiently. “Mr Reid, it would not be forever. And you can return at any time you want. You’re still a young man. This will be an experience to-“
“Doc, you don’t have to give me the bullet points. I ain’t some dumb redneck,” said Tom distantly, still looking up at the blanket of stars stretching overhead. “Mary-Ann is pregnant. I ain’t gonna leave her now.”
“Mary-Ann is not your wife, Mr Reid, you have no obligation to her child-“
“She’s my sister. Some yahoo knocks her up, and I gotta stay to help her through it. That’s how it works, Dr Leary-“
“You look out for family, I understand. Better than you think I do, even.”
Tom turned his head to look at Dr Tim Leary, a pretty boy with perfectly groomed hair. He’d turned up on Tom’s doorstep with a job offer and the vaguest of details. Some job in Portland, apparently. Working as a ‘foreman’, as a ‘supervisor’, apparently.
“You’ve told me nuthin’, Doc. You and I…we have no business. You can leave my truck now-“ began Tom, leaning forward and taking hold of the keys.
“How long have you been out of high school, Mr Reid?” asked Leary, cocking his head to the side, not blinking or averting his gaze. “Five years, isn’t it? And your football career didn’t exactly take off like it should’ve.”
Tom stared at him, and raised his voice considerably. “How the hell did you know that? I didn’t tell you that!”
“And then before you know it, you’re alone. Mother’s gone, father’s dead of alcohol abuse, sister’s pregnant and you don’t know what you’re going to do. You just need something to make sense-“
“Shut it!”
“-but the harder you look, the foggier things become in this harsh world.”
This was definitely getting weird. Creepy. This guy had cracked his head wide open and stared deep inside. This just brought more anger. “I said shut up!”
Leary closed his mouth, recoiling and looking at Tom.
Slowly, Tom began to speak again. “Why me? This offer came outta the blue-“
“There’s a very specific list, from our location, that requires you…I won’t lie, it’s a remote location.”
“Yeah, you said that already. And quit cutting me off. It’s impolite, you oughta know that. From the big city and all…” Tom turned to look out the window again, clenching his cigar between his teeth.
“I’m not from the city,” replied Leary. “I’m from somewhere else. Now, I’m going to make a call to my associate Dr Alpert shortly. I’d like to give him some good news. May I?”
Tom was silent again. The offer Leary had previously set out…it seemed almost too good to be true. A new location, working with exciting new experiments, changing the world, a position of authority…but Mary-Ann was pregnant. His only sister, and Ma had jumped ship after Pop died. But…he couldn’t betray her. He couldn’t leave her all alone. “I don’t…I don’t…”
“Mr Reid…Thomas…” stated Leary deeply and firmly. “You’re meant to do this.”
Tom looked over at him. Leary seemed to believe what he was saying. And on some level, Tom believed it to. He’d never believed in destiny, or anything like that. None of that crap. But this seemed…so different. So…meant to be.
“I might. I need to think on it.”
Leary nodded, and then smiled. “No, you don’t.”
Tom looked at him, and then sighed deeply before stubbing out his cigar.
Twenty-four Years Later…
Tom disliked the sight of blood. But there was something different about the sight of his own slowly saturating his ragged vest. It was almost calming.
This was how he would die. He wouldn’t die on his feet, fighting to the last breath. He wouldn’t die as he wanted, at home with his family and friends surrounding him. He wouldn’t die as he’d expected, his life disappearing in his sleep. He’d die here. Shot out of vengeance and bitterness by a man he’d wronged because it was necessary.
The pain was dulling now, soothing him away. His eyes slowly moved to face the man who’d killed him, and he couldn’t summon the straight thoughts or ability to speak. He fell backwards onto the dry sand beneath him.
Well I've got God on my side
And I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a dangerous thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
Yeah it'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
These are...stories about The Others. Who they are, where they came from. Each chapter deals with a specific Other who interested me. Not strictly Ben fanfic, just general Lost fanfic really. Although chances are he'll appear. If this isn't allowed, I'll certainly take it off. For now, though...
Chapter One
Tom
Tom Reid exhaled deeply, blowing white cigar smoke that drifted out the truck window into the dark, night sky. His eyes followed the smoke upwards, until he was looking at the stars. No sound but the crickets.
Tom’s truck wasn’t much special. Just a shabby old rust bucket, and he could tell the man sitting next to him in his prada suit was not comfortable. He clutched his briefcase impatiently. “Mr Reid, it would not be forever. And you can return at any time you want. You’re still a young man. This will be an experience to-“
“Doc, you don’t have to give me the bullet points. I ain’t some dumb redneck,” said Tom distantly, still looking up at the blanket of stars stretching overhead. “Mary-Ann is pregnant. I ain’t gonna leave her now.”
“Mary-Ann is not your wife, Mr Reid, you have no obligation to her child-“
“She’s my sister. Some yahoo knocks her up, and I gotta stay to help her through it. That’s how it works, Dr Leary-“
“You look out for family, I understand. Better than you think I do, even.”
Tom turned his head to look at Dr Tim Leary, a pretty boy with perfectly groomed hair. He’d turned up on Tom’s doorstep with a job offer and the vaguest of details. Some job in Portland, apparently. Working as a ‘foreman’, as a ‘supervisor’, apparently.
“You’ve told me nuthin’, Doc. You and I…we have no business. You can leave my truck now-“ began Tom, leaning forward and taking hold of the keys.
“How long have you been out of high school, Mr Reid?” asked Leary, cocking his head to the side, not blinking or averting his gaze. “Five years, isn’t it? And your football career didn’t exactly take off like it should’ve.”
Tom stared at him, and raised his voice considerably. “How the hell did you know that? I didn’t tell you that!”
“And then before you know it, you’re alone. Mother’s gone, father’s dead of alcohol abuse, sister’s pregnant and you don’t know what you’re going to do. You just need something to make sense-“
“Shut it!”
“-but the harder you look, the foggier things become in this harsh world.”
This was definitely getting weird. Creepy. This guy had cracked his head wide open and stared deep inside. This just brought more anger. “I said shut up!”
Leary closed his mouth, recoiling and looking at Tom.
Slowly, Tom began to speak again. “Why me? This offer came outta the blue-“
“There’s a very specific list, from our location, that requires you…I won’t lie, it’s a remote location.”
“Yeah, you said that already. And quit cutting me off. It’s impolite, you oughta know that. From the big city and all…” Tom turned to look out the window again, clenching his cigar between his teeth.
“I’m not from the city,” replied Leary. “I’m from somewhere else. Now, I’m going to make a call to my associate Dr Alpert shortly. I’d like to give him some good news. May I?”
Tom was silent again. The offer Leary had previously set out…it seemed almost too good to be true. A new location, working with exciting new experiments, changing the world, a position of authority…but Mary-Ann was pregnant. His only sister, and Ma had jumped ship after Pop died. But…he couldn’t betray her. He couldn’t leave her all alone. “I don’t…I don’t…”
“Mr Reid…Thomas…” stated Leary deeply and firmly. “You’re meant to do this.”
Tom looked over at him. Leary seemed to believe what he was saying. And on some level, Tom believed it to. He’d never believed in destiny, or anything like that. None of that crap. But this seemed…so different. So…meant to be.
“I might. I need to think on it.”
Leary nodded, and then smiled. “No, you don’t.”
Tom looked at him, and then sighed deeply before stubbing out his cigar.
Twenty-four Years Later…
Tom disliked the sight of blood. But there was something different about the sight of his own slowly saturating his ragged vest. It was almost calming.
This was how he would die. He wouldn’t die on his feet, fighting to the last breath. He wouldn’t die as he wanted, at home with his family and friends surrounding him. He wouldn’t die as he’d expected, his life disappearing in his sleep. He’d die here. Shot out of vengeance and bitterness by a man he’d wronged because it was necessary.
The pain was dulling now, soothing him away. His eyes slowly moved to face the man who’d killed him, and he couldn’t summon the straight thoughts or ability to speak. He fell backwards onto the dry sand beneath him.
Well I've got God on my side
And I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a dangerous thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
Yeah it'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
