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Post by Michael on Sept 11, 2005 0:42:36 GMT -5
Why didn't I see this earlier!? Now I'm about to go and can't read the rest.
Excellent, though I've never seen Lost.
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Post by Dante on Sept 11, 2005 3:13:23 GMT -5
Excellent chapter, Dupin. You're clearly putting quite a bit of effort into this, and it shows.
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Post by champ103 on Sept 11, 2005 3:20:46 GMT -5
Thanks everyone! (:
And Pandora, DON'T SPOIL ME. I had no idea about Shannon/Boone. Odd that it's the same with the equivilant of them.
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Post by Antenora on Sept 11, 2005 7:23:12 GMT -5
The PJ/Annelise shipping is interesting. Very good story--I like the definitions at the beginning of each chapter.
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Post by PJ on Sept 11, 2005 7:27:36 GMT -5
The PJ/Annelise shipping is interesting. . If by "interesting" you mean "incredibly skillfully hawt" Heh, what goes on on MSN is really wild. I won't go into the whole family tree thing; but because of this story, A. is now my auntie, sister, mother, wife, niece, cousin, grandma, and many more. Incest family trees are really crazy.
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Post by Charles Vane on Sept 11, 2005 14:06:55 GMT -5
Thanks everyone! (: And Pandora, DON'T SPOIL ME. I had no idea about Shannon/Boone. Odd that it's the same with the equivilant of them. Ack, I wasn't trying to! I didn't think that was spoilerish, you wrote that exact same thing. I thought you picked up on the Shannon/Boone vibe.
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Post by champ103 on Sept 12, 2005 10:28:52 GMT -5
Nope, I have no idea.
It seems odd that I'm writing things similar to the actual 'Lost'. Oh the show last night, someone got trapped in a cave.
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Post by mysteriouscreep on Sept 12, 2005 13:46:37 GMT -5
Who doesn't like Shoone/Bannon? [Will read this tomorrow, I have to get off the computer now]
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Post by Charles Vane on Sept 12, 2005 18:00:21 GMT -5
Nope, I have no idea. It seems odd that I'm writing things similar to the actual 'Lost'. Oh the show last night, someone got trapped in a cave. Huh, I was convinced they were a couple and it didnt make any sense to me when I heard they were borther and sister. And it is odd, its really weird. I was curious to see in what directions you'd go in since you haven't seen the whole season but with the cave and PJ/A. you've been pretty close.
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Post by PJ on Sept 13, 2005 6:17:28 GMT -5
Ok, read it. Psycho-PJ is cool.
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Post by champ103 on Sept 13, 2005 10:28:07 GMT -5
I'm planning on getting the DVD in a couple weeks, so when that comes I'll have watched all of Season One.
Chapter Three hopefully coming soon.
And keep posting theories-I want to hear some ^_^
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Post by champ103 on Sept 22, 2005 15:23:29 GMT -5
Volume Three ‘Pyromania’[/i]
n.
-The uncontrollable desire to set things on fire
Marc Pig ducked underwater, letting his hair be lifted by the updraft and he closed his eyes and let the pool indulge him. It felt cold and smooth against his skin, and for a second his mind drifted away from the plane, or the crash, or the island. The relaxing sensation of the water made him forget that anything had happened, and it drifted him away from reality for just a second. Then he pulled himself ups from the depths of the cold pool, and the truth smacked him right in the face. He looked around at the trees and the rocks, and the beach just off in the distance, a part of the twisted and mangled aircraft sprung into his view as well. Marc sighed, and quickly swam over to the edge of the pool-it had been discovered by James and Luis, who had apparently lost a figure they had been chasing, but had found the pool in the process. As he was clambering out of the pool, a familiar voice was raised over his head. Marc gazed up, and saw Michael approaching the waters, a towel whipped around his shoulder. Michael was smiling, which made Marc feel even more depressed then he already was: the fact that whilst everyone else could adapt and be happy, he just would never feel comfortable on the island. ‘Getting out?’ Michael asked, a little bit of fake annoyance thrown into his speech. Marc clambered out, and stretched his arms as he stood next to Michael, dripping wet, wearing nothing but swimming trunks, which he had retrieved from the suitcases. Michael pulled off his t-shirt, and threw it aside, where it landed onto the hard rock surface, before pulling down his trousers, to reveal his three-quarter-length swimming shorts. Giving Marc a smile to cheer him up, he turned away, and dived into the pool, gliding underwater like a dolphin. Marc sighed, and hurriedly slammed himself down onto the side of pool, where he lifted his towel and started to dry himself. His hair was soaking and running down his face, and his mind was a wonder as he started to reach for his clothes. ‘Where are you going?’ cried Nina as she ran into the bedroom, a phone in her hand, and as she caught Marc, piling clothes into a suitcase on the bed. ‘Away,’ Marc cried. Nina looked displeased and she left the doorway to rush up to Marc. ‘But to where?’ she cried. ‘You’ve only just returned.’ ‘Exactly,’ Marc screeched. ‘And the sooner I’m gone the better. I want no more to do with this country.’ ‘What, so you’re just catching a random flight and leaving here?’ Nina yelled. ‘Leaving me? All during the sentence, I was waiting here, hoping that day where you’d be back with me would all come soon. And now what?’ ‘And now I’m going for good,’ Marc insisted, slamming the lid of his suitcase over with a large force. There was a pause, and suddenly Nina seemed to brighten up. ‘I know!’ she cried, and rushed to their wardrobe. ‘I’ll come too! Marc, we can go together!’ Marc took no time to object. ‘No, dammit!’ he cried, waving an arm slightly. ‘I’m leaving, by myself. I need a new start.’ ‘But…’ Nina murmured, her eyes filling with tears. ‘What about me?’ Marc softened, and leaned towards her, placing a soft hand on her face. ‘You’ll be better off without me,’ he explained, and he picked up his suitcase from the bed and headed towards the door. ‘And I’ll be better off with you,’ he added, before walking away, and leaving that life forever.
Marc closed his eyes and sighed. What was only several days ago seemed like years and years in the past. This wasn’t the new start he was hoping for. As he pulled his shirt over his head minutes later, he caught a glimpse of a piece of paper just beside him, where Michael had placed his trousers before going into the pool. Raising an eyebrow, Marc hurriedly pulled the t-shirt over his body, and then checking that Michael wasn’t looking, he swiped it from his pocket, and after unfolding it, looked at it: a picture of Michael, smiling and looking happy as usual, and a word underneath that made Marc sigh. ‘Missing,’ he read out under his breath. He quickly looked around the paper for anything else, but the paper was tattered and if there had been anything else on the sheet, it would have been ripped away or other wise somehow erased. Marc did manage to notice something on the back of the paper however-a simple date, written in digits. Marc observed it very carefully-it was only from a month or so ago. As Michael started to swim towards the shore, Marc quickly grabbed his hooded jumper and thrust the piece of paper into it, tearing at it slightly, before it folded as it was pushed into a small space. Marc hopped up, and swung the hooded jumper round himself, just as Michael approached the edge. ‘Bye!’ Michael cried. Marc looked back, and as he pulled his hood over his head, he held up a hand to acknowledge him, before walking off through the trees. ‘No one’s come yet,’ Bella cried angrily, pacing up and down the cave, she sharply turned to Philip, who was sitting there. ‘Why has no one come yet?’ she snapped at him. ‘I don’t know,’ he murmured, emotionless. Bella paused and frowned at him. ‘What’s up with you?’ she asked. ‘I’m bored,’ Philip replied glumly. He shifted towards Bella and sighed. ‘And I feel the same way as you do-I want to get out of this cave.’ Bella shrugged. ‘Well, there must be something we can do in a cave, except for just sit here,’ she replied. Philip shook his head and picked himself up. ‘Like what?’ he snapped. ‘We’re in the middle of a tiny little cave, by ourselves. What are two people like us supposed to do in our spare time.’ Bella raised an eyebrow and grinned. Philip sighed and shook his head, not smiling. ‘I guess the only thing we can do is start shifting boulders,’ he cried. Bella flung her arms down to her sides and shook her head thoroughly. ‘No,’ she demanded. ‘We gave it our best shot yesterday-we can’t move them.’ ‘Fine,’ Philip shouted, and trod over to the wall of boulders. ‘You can just sit there then, but I’m going to get us out of here.’ And with that he started grabbing at a boulder, and with a little struggle, pulled it free and flung it behind him. Bella reacted and raised her hands into a protective position as it smashed against a wall of the cave not too far from her. ‘Be careful,’ she snapped. Philip turned to her, with a plain expression before returning back to his work.
Marc was back at the wreckage, sitting on the soft sands of the beach with a small crowd of relaxed people, all staring out, hoping a plane would fly up above, or hoping that a boat would sail in front of them at any moment. Marc felt slightly empty inside: not just for the lack of food he had eaten in the days that had passed since the crash, but for the atmosphere on the island, the thoughts rushing through his head. He didn’t want to just sit on a beach, with hope as the only thing to rely on. Marc picked himself up from the sands and looked around for something. And then something tugged his leg. He peered down and saw that the person next to him was apparently curious as to what he may be doing. ‘What are you doing?’ she-Kimia-asked. ‘I’m…looking around, going for a walk, whatever,’ Marc replied. Kimia stood up with an enthusiastic smile on her face. ‘Sounds fun,’ she murmured. Marc’s eyes widened. ‘You’re coming?’ he asked. She shrugged. ‘Only if I have permission,’ she added with a roll of the eyes. ‘I don’t know about you, but I’m not really expecting rescue anytime soon.’ Marc shrugged. ‘I don’t know,’ he replied. ‘But I’m not going to sit around waiting.’ He smiled briefly before speaking again. ‘I’m Marc, by the way.’ ‘I’m Kimia,’ replied Kimia, and the two of them started to set off into the beach, quietly, but talking between them. Back in the crowd, Michael was sitting, his legs stuck out in front of him, thinking very carefully. Finally, he seemed to come to a conclusion, and he tapped Pandora on the shoulder meekly. She turned around after he hissed a quick ‘Pandora!’ under his breath. ‘What?’ she replied. Michael leaned in closer. ‘We need to do something,’ he explained. Pandora raised an eyebrow and gave him a bored look. ‘What?’ she said again, in a more insisting tone. ‘We need to deal with the dead bodies scattered everywhere,’ Michael replied. ‘They’re going to spread disease.’ Pandora sniggered. ‘I thought you said you weren’t a doctor,’ she replied. Michael frowned. ‘It’s not just within a doctor’s knowledge to know that corpses spread illness,’ he snapped. ‘It’s apparently not in yours to realize a joke when you hear one,’ Pandora giggled with a smile, and picked herself up. ‘So, what do you suggest we do? I’m not the most…well, comfortable, with dead bodies and stuff.’ ‘It’s going to take more then the two of us to get rid of the bodies,’ Michael replied, standing up beside Pandora. ‘It’s going to take a whole group of people.’ Pandora watched as Michael cupped his hands around his mouth and turned to the crowd. ‘People!’ he cried. A few people turned their heads, but there wasn’t much response. ‘Guys! People!’ he screamed. Silence dropped across the survivors as they turned to Michael, Pandora standing behind him, a serious expression now on her face. ‘Now,’ he began. ‘I don’t know whether it’s got to you or not, but there are a lot of dead bodies on this island.’ He paused, as everyone either nodded, or shook their heads, or even just shrugged and did nothing. ‘There are more people who died on the plane crash two days ago then there are survivors. And dead bodies littering the beaches will lead to less survivors.’ He took a slight step forward for no reason and continued. ‘We need to get rid of the bodies-burn them, set them out to sea, whatever suggestions you may have. But we need to work as a team to do it-we need to co operate. Right?’ More nods, less shakes of the head. ‘Good,’ Michael cried. ‘Now, if we take all the bodies and line them up in one place, everyone can say goodbye to the people they lost, and then we can do away with the corpses. I suggest we do it as far away from the wreckage-where we’re staying-as possible. Set up the morgue down the beach.’ He pointed. ‘Everyone start, unless you’re elderly or have young passengers with you,’ he explained, the crowd of people seemed to follow what he said, and started to disperse, to fetch the corpses around. In seconds, as Michael was starting to assist the group, and young looking woman with a huge bruise around one eye and a large sore looking scratch down her neck approached him. ‘Michael?’ she said. Michael turned to her and gasped immediately. ‘Erin?’ he asked, and hugged her boldly. ‘I thought you may have died-I haven’t seen you since the crash, and…’ They hugged once more, in a friendly way. ‘What happened?’ he asked. ‘With what happened on the plane, I didn’t think you would have survived.’ ‘I guess it was all down to luck,’ she explained and laughed. ‘I woke up caught in the wreckage, but I slipped free, practically unhurt.’ ‘You don’t look it,’ Michael admitted. ‘But I’m glad you got out alive.’ They paused. ‘What about your husband?’ At this, Erin froze and looked down at her feet. ‘I haven’t heard from him,’ she admitted. ‘I…’ her eyes started to fill with tears. Michael put a hand on her back to comfort her. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ Michael replied. ‘Are you okay looking for bodies?’ Erin nodded, wiping her eyes. ‘I’m fine,’ she explained. ‘Um, Michael?’ ‘Yes?’ Erin smiled. ‘Do you mind if I look around for them with you?’ ‘We find the defendant guilty,’ the woman of the jury said. Marc watched, his face dropped, his whole body started shaking, and he had to lean onto the side of the podium to keep up straight. He said nothing. ‘Marc Pig,’ the judge said. ‘I hereby sentence you to ten years of prison.’ Marc froze. His eyes widened, his face paled. Everything seemed wavy and hazy to him, as eyes and eyes pored over to him. He shook his head, trying to throw away what he had just heard. ‘No,’ he murmured quietly, shaking, as two large men came towards him. ‘Please, no.’ He didn’t even try to struggle as they led him away-but he muttered ‘no’ several more times, and for the whole duration, he was shaking intensely. ‘Please,’ he cried. ‘I’m…not guilty, I promise you.’ ‘The case is over and closed, Mister Pig,’ said one of the big men, who was holding his left arm. ‘Now follow me.’ Eight years later, Marc Pig left prison. He had been a good boy when he was in jail. And now he was free.
‘Marc?’ Kimia asked. Mark shook his head and looked over at her. ‘Huh?’ he murmured. ‘You looked a little…phased out, that’s all,’ Kimia explained. The two of them were still walking across the beach, and no sign of corpses or plane had crossed their path for several minutes. The conversation had been sparse and weary, and Marc was slightly disappointed. ‘Maybe we should turn back,’ he said, looking over his shoulder. Kimia sighed. ‘I thought you wanted some excitement,’ she protested. Marc shrugged dramatically. ‘I did,’ he explained. ‘I DO. It’s just that this walk is exactly providing it.’ ‘Well, then let’s try to alter that,’ Kimia replied, and started walking towards the jungle, pushing a huge leaf at the way to form a path inside. Marc smiled, and walked straight ahead, as Kimia followed him inside.
‘You’re not getting anywhere,’ Bella moaned, sitting on the floor of the cave as she had done before. As far as Philip had noticed, she hadn’t seemed to move at all, and had done nothing but occasionally complain. ‘Well maybe with some extra help…’ Philip strained as he tackled another small rock free. He didn’t finish his sentence, as he heard the sound of Bella picking herself up from the floor, and he knew that there was no point of continuing. After a couple of seconds, he expected Bella to be standing beside him, and maybe even offering a swab in his sweaty fantasy at that moment, but as he looked around, Bella seemed to be walking in the complete opposite direction, towards the back of the cave, which was pretty much swamped by shadow. ‘Bella?’ he asked, taking his hands away from the rocks and placing them down by his sides. He turned around as she started looking above her, with a curious and serious expression planted on her face. ‘What…what are you doing?’ he asked, almost sniggering. ‘The cliff collapsed above the cave,’ she explained almost at once, as if she had been awaiting the question. ‘The top of it collapsed, right?’ There was a pause. ‘Right?’ she asked again. Philip nodded, but didn’t say anything. He was intrigued by what may follow. ‘Well,’ Bella said. ‘I think the roof of this cave must be very weak.’ Philip shrugged. ‘What?’ he asked. ‘You’re suggesting we break through the ceiling?’ ‘Why not?’ Bella asked. ‘You don’t seem to be getting anywhere, and we need a change of plan.’ ‘But…’ Philip asked, walking away from the boulders and towards Bella. ‘How are we supposed to do this?’ Bella raised a hand, and put it flat against the ceiling below her. ‘It’s a low ceiling,’ she explained. ‘It won’t be difficult.’ And with that, she walked over to the small pile of small rocks that Philip had freed from the cave entrance. She picked one up and seemed to aim towards the ceiling carefully. ‘Aren’t you going to help?’ she asked, and let it fly from her hands. It smashed against the ceiling, and as it fell back down, so did many tiny pieces of stone from the ceiling. It didn’t look much different, but as Philip picked up a rock himself, he started to think that Bella’s idea was going to work after all.
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Post by champ103 on Sept 22, 2005 15:24:56 GMT -5
volume three-pyromania continued
As Marc and Kimia turned around the next corner of the hidden depths of the jungle, they fell silent as fear took over them. Even in the broad daylight, with the sun shining above their heads, they were scared of what might be around the corner of the next plant, or what may be waiting just a few steps on. ‘Maybe we ought to…’ Marc began to say. Kimia froze on the spot, and seemed insistent to disagree. ‘You wanted excitement, and adventure,’ she explained, and grabbed his arm with a smile. ‘Now, come on.’ And without looking back, Marc started walking again, making sure to pull free from Kimia first. ‘So,’ Kimia said. ‘Pretty nasty crash, hey?’ ‘Yeah, I suppose,’ Marc replied heavily. ‘I guess my life was just designed for this streak of bad luck.’ Kimia froze, and seemed very curious as she placed a friendly hand on his back. It made Marc feel a little uncomfortable. ‘Why?’ she asked. ‘What happened before the flight?’ Marc sighed. ‘Something I got onto that plane to forget,’ he replied. They were both silent for a few seconds, but apparently Kimia’s questioning was not over. ‘Were you on the plane with anyone?’ she asked. Marc shook his head almost instantly, with confidence in his eyes. ‘Nope,’ he said. ‘I was by myself-like I said, trying to forget what had happened before.’ He paused and looked out at the bushes as they rustled slightly. ‘Trying to start again.’ As they started walking again, Marc casually turned his head to Kimia to ask her something in return. ‘How about you?’ he asked. ‘Were you on the plane with someone?’ Kimia seemed to freeze at this but after a second of hesitation, she shook her head. ‘Luckily,’ she murmured, and turned to the rustling bushes, eager to talk about something else. ‘What’s that?’ she murmured, indicating the bushes. She took a quick stride closer. ‘There’s something there,’ she whispered. ‘There’s…’ she trailed off as Marc approached her, as she approached the bushes. ‘Maybe we ought to go in the other direction,’ Marc gulped, not keen to walk to whatever it was that was lurking in the bushes. ‘Or maybe we shouldn’t,’ Kimia hissed, as she took another step towards them, as the leaved scraped her. ‘Hello?’ she murmured. Suddenly, a piercing gasp came from behind the bushes, as a hand clawed up, and a figure seemed to collapse on top of it. It was a human; a woman. As she lifted his head towards Marc and Kimia, they could see that blood was pouring from her nostrils, and from the side of her head, leaving her face almost completely covered with it. As Marc lurked behind, not keen on blood, Kimia rushed to the rescue. ‘Oh my gosh!’ she cried. ‘Are you okay?’ The woman picked herself up slightly, and shaking, she took a step towards Kimia, pointing behind her. ‘The plane,’ she said in a shaking voice. ‘Back there…’ Her eyes seemed unfocused, and she seemed ready to collapse. Kimia grabbed her hand boldly, and pulled her down gently; letting her rest against a tree on the grassy, muddy ground of the jungle. ‘Marc, do you have any water on you?’ Kimia asked, turning to face him. He shrugged and shook his head. ‘No,’ he murmured, taking a step forward. ‘I…I don’t think so anyway.’ He looked away, not focusing on the woman’s blood-covered face. ‘We’ll take you back to the island,’ Kimia said, now turning her attentions back to the woman, who seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness. ‘Everyone’s there, there’s food and water, okay?’ She took the woman’s hand again to help her get up, but the woman didn’t seem to want to get up. ‘But there are people…I was stuck,’ she murmured, her words slur and unsure. She pointed in the same direction as that time, although her arm quickly flopped down again. ‘Back there…the plane.’ Her eyes rolled slightly, before closing as she weakened. ‘What?’ Marc said, taking a couple of steps forward. ‘The plane is back there?’ The woman didn’t say anything, as she was lulled into unconsciousness again. ‘Maybe she means another plane,’ Marc suggested in curiosity. ‘Maybe one crashed before us.’ ‘Or maybe,’ Kimia snapped instantly. ‘She means the front of the plane.’ She paused before continuing. ‘It crashed separately from the rest of the plane-it’s not on the beach with the middle and the back.’ ‘Well, why don’t we go and find out?’ Marc asked. ‘We can’t,’ Kimia replied almost instantly. ‘I have to stay with her,’ she said, indicating the woman. ‘You go,’ Kimia quickly said with determination. ‘Find out what she’s talking out-find out if there are survivors…’ At this, she smiled at Marc, who gave a nervous grin back to her, before turning anxiously to the direction in which the woman had pointed.
Marc felt the wild flames around him, he saw the smoke rising heavily. He looked around him as he stood up properly; the sight of destruction was huge. He instantly regretted what he’d done; he had been so close to changing his mind, but now look where his stupid last-minute decisions had got him to. He looked around more, trying to find out if anyone had been caught up in the flames besides him. He took a step across the room, and as his foot touched the sturdy floorboard-one of the few that wasn’t completely burning-ash spit from it and slapped him across the face. He coughed, and leaned down. He had heard that there was more oxygen lower down to the ground, but as he lowered himself, he couldn’t tell the difference. ‘Oh, potato ,’ he murmured to himself, as if his predicament had only just sunk in. He could die-all because of what a stupid hobo told him, all because he had made the wrong choice. He fumbled through his pocket and tried to find something that could help him. He pulled out the contents: a ripped piece of paper, some matches, a packet of cigarettes, a lighter. Nothing, unless he wanted to create more fire. He quickly threw the items from his pockets down onto the floor, and rushed towards the door, which was blocked by a wall of flames. He took a deep breath-he had waved his finger through the fire of a lighter before with no pain: maybe this was the same. He could only hope. He took a deep breath. And another. And that’s when the ceiling collapsed on him.
Marc sighed, his eyes wide as the memories flood in. He shook his head and started walking through the trees, pushing stalks and leaves, and bark and bushes out of the way, following the weary directions of the woman Kimia was with. As he turned around a sharp corner, where a strong, thick tree was the blocking the straight path, Marc’s small journey came to an end. It had become apparent that the woman had been travelling slowly and desperately, for the path from Kimia to where he was now was long and difficult. Marc was standing by the front of the plane, much to Kimia’s idea. He look at the mangled, slim front of the plane, and the short length of it that followed, and had been ripped off along with the front. He didn’t know how many people-alive or dead-would be in there, but he thought that maybe fifty passengers would have been sitting in that part of the plane-for the aircraft they were travelling in had been very large and filled with people. He wondered how many would be alive in there, or how many had died. Marc even suspected-as he walked to the back of the piece of the plane, where he could enter it-that some people had survived the crash, and then died, trapped in the wreckage. It became more of an idea as Marc saw that there was no way of getting in-or out for that matter. He wouldn’t be able to get into the plane, and nobody would be able to escape from it-it was mangled, as the back of the wreckage had been curved and mangled in the crash, twisted and turned to block the path of anyone trying to escape. Marc sighed, and sat down on the floor angrily-his legs and feet were aching from walking, and he felt tired and ready to rest. It was at that moment when he realized something, and he picked himself automatically. If there was absolutely no way to get out of the plane, then how had the woman managed it? Marc had no doubt that she had been in the wreckage-otherwise she would have either ended up on the beach, or somehow gotten to the beach. And as he thought about it, she had even murmured to he and Kimia that she had been stuck. He walked over to the wreckage and observed it carefully again. There must have been something… Back, closer to the beach and not so delved into the jungle as Marc, Kimia was still with the woman by the tree, trying to wake her up slowly and calmly. She kept slipping in and out of consciousness, but so far she hadn’t managed to get anything out of her. It had been almost ten minutes since Marc had left, and she was wondering what he could have possibly found. As she looked back at the trees, in the direction Marc had left in, the woman suddenly jarred her eyes open, and squeezed Kimia’s hand. As Kimia looked back, she looked weary and confused. ‘Hello?’ Kimia said. ‘Hi,’ the woman murmured, closing her eyes as she dropped her head, but swerved it round as she opened her expression, looking around vigorously. ‘What’s your name?’ Kimia asked next, seeing it as a vital thing to know. ‘Ch-Charlotte,’ the woman murmured. ‘Char.’ ‘We’d best get you back to the beach,’ Kimia explained quietly, trying to help Char up. ‘You can get first aid and food there.’ ‘But the plane…’ Char murmured wearily, as she pushed back from the tree. ‘Marc-the man I was with has gone to find it,’ Kimia confirmed. ‘There are people…’ Char muttered as she took a few unsure steps. ‘They’re all trapped.’ And Kimia started leading Char away to the rest of the plane wreckage, just as Marc found how Char had managed to get out, and how he could get in. ‘Oh, Jesus-‘ the man cried loudly as he bumped into Marc. Marc was just approaching a tiny hole in the side of the wreckage, which was almost blocked by a falling tree. Marc had jumped back to in shock when he leaned down to crawl through, only for a head to pop out in front of him. Apparently, the man had had similar reaction of emotions, as he pulled his legs out from the hole. ‘Sorry, dude…’ Marc murmured, putting out a hand to help him up. The man chose to ignore it, and picked himself up without any help. ‘S’okay, s’okay,’ he murmured, holding out flat palms as if to assure Marc in some way. ‘Just scared me a little, you know?’ Marc shrugged and nodded. ‘I’m Marc,’ he said, putting out a hand again, this time for the man to shake it. He was ignored once more. ‘I’m Robert,’ he said. ‘I went to get help for the guys back in there…’ ‘Lucky,’ Marc said with a nervous, twitchy smile. ‘I came here to help them. Some woman who was stuck came and alerted us and…’ ‘Charlotte,’ Robert groaned, rolling his eyes. ‘She made this escape route without even letting us know. I just found it, but people in there are trapped in the wreckage, or otherwise not in a state to fit through a tiny hole…’ ‘Well, let me get in, and I’ll see what I can do,’ Marc replied with an unconfident nod. ‘What about me?’ Robert asked. Marc gave him a sarcastic glare. ‘What about you?’ he sneered, and strode over to the hole, using all his might to push himself through. Robert was lanky and thin, as if he were almost made to fit through tiny holes, but Marc considered himself big and chubby, and even though it seemed to be an okay fit, he could almost imagine himself getting stuck halfway, like they did in cartoons. Seconds later, he finally managed to clamber through the hole, and as he picked himself up, he realized the true disastrous atmosphere that was surrounding him in the front of the plane. It was very shadowy and dark, with small rays of light pouring through the windows. He heard wailing, and he pushed out a suitcase that was stained in blood. All around him were dead people, slumped in seats, oxygen masks hanging. They were lifeless, like the bodies. ‘Hello?’ he cried out. Instantly, he saw heads turn from further up the front of the plane, near the toilet and the door to the pilots cabin. ‘Who?’ someone murmured drearily, but added nothing else. ‘I survived the crash,’ Marc cried out, looking around and back at the wall of twisted wreckage. ‘A bunch of us did, from the middle and back of the plane...’ ‘How many?’ a woman asked as Marc walked over carefully towards where the voice was coming from. Some were sat in seats, and some were sitting cross-legged on the floor. A few were even lying down, but Marc realized that they were trapped, their legs caught up in the metal of the seats they had been sitting in. ‘Thirty, I think,’ Marc said. ‘Excluding you.’ There was a sigh. ‘That’s not many, is it?’ Marc sighed and looked at his feet. ‘No.’
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Michael was sitting on a piece of wreckage, with Pandora and Erin sitting on each side of him. Bodies and bodies were lying out just down the beach, but after a minute or so of looking at them, he had retreated back to the wreckage with an odd feeling in his stomach, and a depressed feeling in mind. The number of the dead was so much more then it was of the survivors, and they hadn’t even found of all of the dead yet. The front of the plane-which Michael suspected must have had more dead, if maybe more survivors inside-had not been found, but a recollection of memory led Michael to think that it must be near. ‘Erin,’ he said quietly. Erin turned her head to him, and Pandora showed signs of interest too. ‘We were sitting in the front row of the plane.’ ‘I know,’ she replied. There was a pause. ‘So?’ ‘The front of the plane is missing,’ Michael cried. ‘How is it that we didn’t wake up from the crash inside the front, or even near it?’ Erin sighed. ‘I guess when it was ripped from the rest of the plane, people were pulled from the front and thrown out before it crashed, landing further away with the rest of the plane,’ Erin suggested. ‘But we were sitting right at the front,’ Michael explained. ‘How were we sucked out?’ ‘I was thrown onto the floor with no seatbelt,’ Erin reminded him. ‘ I’m sure I would be almost instantly…’ she droned off. ‘What about me?’ Michael asked. ‘I was at the front with a seatbelt on.’ ‘You took your seatbelt off,’ Erin said. ‘No I didn’t.’ ‘You did!’ Erin cried. ‘I regained consciousness very briefly before passing out for good, and I saw you…you undid your seatbelt, and then a suitcase came down from above you and knocked you out.’ ‘I didn’t take my seatbelt off,’ Michael assured her. ‘You must have been having delusions.’ ‘I know what I saw,’ Erin cried. ‘I know what I did!’ Michael insisted. ‘Fine then,’ Erin moaned. ‘If my theory isn’t correct, you’d still be in the front of that plane, or you would have been near it. But hey, look; you woke up nearer the rest of the plane, like me. We were both pulled out, because neither of us were wearing seatbelts.’ ‘Pfft,’ Michael murmured, and there was a long silent pause before anyone said anything. ‘Well, it must be close,’ Pandora said. Erin and Michael both gave her confused looks. ‘The front of the plane,’ she explained. ‘If you two were both sitting on it, it must have crashed on the island.’ ‘Maybe we ought to check it out, and take a look around the jungle,’ Erin cried. ‘It must be around somewhere.’ ‘Why are you suddenly so keen?’ Pandora asked. ‘Because,’ Erin said confidently and sighed. ‘My husband is still on there.’ ‘But we looked all around the island when we were searching for civilization,’ Michael pointed out. ‘No sign of it.’ ‘We didn’t check everywhere,’ Pandora cried. ‘The trip was cut short with the cliff, and Bella…’ she sighed like Erin had done. ‘We need to start further down the beach, and go in from there. That’s the unknown waters of this island.’ ‘Let’s go then, yeah?’ Michael asked. ‘Bring water, food, and any first aid you have.’ Seconds later, they walked off in the same direction that Kimia and Marc had set off in only two hours before.
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Post by champ103 on Sept 22, 2005 15:25:45 GMT -5
volume three-pyromania
‘salsa!’ cried Philip as a huge collection of dust and rocks landed on him. He stumbled to the ground and used his hands to shield himself. Bella rushed over to him with an amused smile on her face, as soon as the falling roof of the cave had died out. ‘Be careful there, Philip,’ she said with a smile, as he stood up and brushed dirt from his jeans. ‘Whatever,’ he murmured, and stared up at the roof of the ceiling, which was slowly falling away. Almost the entire cave floor was covered in some part of it as it had fallen, and however long the process was taking, Philip could see that it was working, and he couldn’t help but smile back. ‘Lift me up,’ he cried. ‘Say what?’ Bella asked, unsure. ‘Lift me up, see if I can break into the ceiling with my fists,’ Philip explained, one hand in a fist as said, and one hand pointing up towards the cave ceiling above them. ‘Philip, maybe it’d be easier if YOU lifted ME up,’ Bella suggested. Philip thought the matter over for a second and nodded. ‘Oh yeah, of course,’ he murmured, and with that, he swooped Bella up in a single gesture. She gave out a schoolgirl cry as she was lifted up onto Philip’s back, before looking serious. ‘Move left,’ she instructed. ‘There’s a weak spot to the left.’ Philip nodded, although Bella couldn’t see the movement, and then he moved sternly to the left in a couple of long strides. ‘Good?’ he checked. ‘Good,’ Bella confirmed. ‘Now just stay still.’ As she launched her fists at the weak spot, more dirt and rocks from the ceiling started falling straight for them, although the ceiling was getting thin and cracks were forming all around. ‘Bella!’ Philip screamed. ‘Be careful, or it’ll-‘ And just as he was ready to finish his sentence, the ceiling started to fall right above their heads, which whilst it freed them from the cave, it trapped them underneath, Dust flew up from all the chaos, and Philip felt Bella fall from his back, although he couldn’t hear anything from her landing as he fell down and cowered, trying to block the rocks crushing him to death. As it died down, and all of the ceiling that was ready to fall had appeared to have fallen, Bella lifted her head and looked around. It had become obvious that she had not been too badly hurt-as she observed her injuries, apparently all that she had sustained was scratches and bruises from her fall from Philip’s back. She stood up slowly and carefully-the inside of the cave was barely recognizable-beyond the rocks surrounding her, she could see the sun looking down into the cave high above her heads. ‘Philip?’ she cried. ‘We can get free, the ceilings down.’ ‘You think?’ came a muffled reply from further down the cave floor. The collapsed ceiling had blended in with the rocks mixing from the cliff, and it now looked just like an old mine or an extensive collection of rocks. ‘Are you okay?’ Bella asked, searching for a body that had released the voice. ‘I can’t feel my legs,’ Philip murmured to her right, and Bella leaned down beside him as she discovered his whereabouts. ‘That isn’t good, is it?’ she asked. ‘I doubt it,’ Philip murmured, his voice weary, and nodded towards a pile of rocks that were scrambled down his lower torso and his legs. ‘Would you mind moving them out of the way?’ Bella gave a giggle and shook her head. ‘I’m on it,’ she explained. ‘Tha-thanks Bella,’ Philip said, shutting his eyes quietly as if taking a second’s sleep. ‘That was quite a…’ ‘Hmm,’ Bella said quietly in agreement, although he had not finished. ‘Just tell me if it hurts,’ she explained, and heaved all her weight against one particularly large boulder. It moved slightly towards the end of Philip’s legs, and then tipped of slightly and lay behind him. ‘It hurts,’ Philip said with a slight chuckle. ‘I can feel my legs again…and it’s not a great feeling.’ Bella didn’t know what to do-never had she been in a situation such as this. ‘Try standing up?’ she suggested. Philip nodded, and pulled his legs back, as Bella helped push away a few more smaller boulders from them. He stood up shakily, and gave Bella a quick thumbs up, before squinting in pain. ‘Well, I think it’ll just take a bit of time for the pain to stop,’ she guessed, and looked up at the sky once more. ‘Ready to escape?’ she beamed. Minutes later, the two of them crawled out of the top of the cave, and found themselves crawling over the slanted side of the cliff, which had collapsed, trapping them in the cave. Some of it had been pulled down with the rest of the cave roof, but it seemed okay to support the two of them as they stood on it, and pulled them up to the top of the cave, where Bella had been pushed from. ‘Let’s get back to the beach,’ Bella said, and Philip nodded. ‘I’m starving,’ he added, and the two of them walked back into the jungle. - ‘Look, we’re almost back,’ Kimia assured Char as they passed another tree. ‘Hey, how about that? The beach is just through here!’ As they passed through the trees that led them to the beach, Char gave a weary groan and flopped a little in her walking style, before taking a deep breath and raising her heads. They strode out into the sands, and Char sat herself down onto the soft sands straight away as an unsure Kimia watched and shook her head slightly. ‘The wreckage and survivors are all in that direction,’ she said, pointing. ‘Please come with me, once we’re there, you can get bandaged up, get some food and a drink…please.’ Char was about to reply when someone else got in the way. Kimia lifted her head to see who had spoken, and was surprised to see Michael standing, with Pandora and another woman who she had seen around the wreckage but couldn’t name. ‘Who’s that you’ve got there?’ Michael asked. Kimia took a deep breath, and stood up. ‘Thank God you’re here,’ she cried out. ‘She’s from the front of the plane-she’s hurt, and could do with some-‘ ‘The front of the plane?’ Pandora cried. ‘That’s what we were looking for!’ ‘Where is it?’ Michael asked seriously. ‘I don’t know,’ Kimia explained. ‘Marc’s gone there.’ ‘We need to go back there,’ Michael explained. ‘Kimia, please, show us where it is.’ Kimia sighed, and nodded. ‘Char, do you want to stay here?’ she asked. Char stood up and shook her head, a little less wearily then usual. ‘I’m…fine,’ she explained. ‘I’ll come.’ And after travelling through the jungle on a similar route to the one she had just come back from, Kimia arrived at where she and Marc had first met Char. Char herself was right behind Kimia, seeming desperate to keep up, and a relaxed Michael followed, Pandora and Celinra talking together behind him. ‘This is where we saw Char,’ Kimia explained. ‘She said the front of the plane was in…which direction was it?’ Char looked around and thought for a few seconds before deciding. ‘I think it was that way,’ she said quietly, and the five of them continued walking for a minute more before they found themselves face to face with the front of the plane, the nose crashed into the trees, the back blocked by the metal. ‘How do we get in?’ Erin-as Kimia had learned her name-asked. Kimia shrugged, and looked carefully at the back of the front, to check whether there wasn’t a gap in the metal that they could fit through. Marc had not returned from his journey to the plane, and Kimia had assumed that he had gotten inside. From inside the plane, Marc was standing cautiously. There had been seven of them in the plane, excluding him. Dante Rubens was lying unconscious towards the back of the plane, and had not awoken since the crash. Four of the people in the front of the plane-Gigi, Amber, Sebastian and Robert-apparently knew each other well before the flight, and were on the plane together. Amber was now trapped under one of the front seats, and had apparently not felt any feeling in her legs for a day or so. Gigi, Sebastian and Robert were practically unscathed, but had haunted and sombre looks on their faces, like most of the survivors around. Char-the woman Kimia was with-was the sixth of the front-plane survivors, and she had been nasty and spiteful to the rest of the survivors, and as Marc had already discovered, sneaked out herself for some bizarre reason. The seventh was a woman who they only knew as J, who had not left her plane seat at all, nor had she spoken. She was very pale, thin and quiet and she had a relaxed look on her face. Sebastian had told Marc that he had seen her inject herself with something the day before, and Marc had been rather suspicious of her. ‘Well, now you can get free from here,’ Marc explained. ‘We can all leave and go to the beach, with everyone else.’ ‘There’s been no rescue?’ Gigi asked. ‘But we’ve been here for days! We had assumed that you’d all been taken away without us.’ ‘No one’s come,’ Marc assured with a shrug. ‘So, how have you eaten?’ ‘We had a food trolley,’ Sebastian explained. ‘Our supplies are running short though…’ ‘Okay,’ Marc said. ‘Now let’s go!’ ‘We can’t go!’ Gigi cried. ‘Amber can’t even feel her feet, let alone stand up and stride through the jungle or whatever!’ Marc was about to reply, when he heard talking from outside. He raised himself to the height of the windows and peered through them, seeing five of the survivors he knew looking around. ‘They’re here,’ he cried. ‘Rescue?’ Gigi asked. ‘More survivors!’ Marc cried. They all looked slightly disappointed at that. ‘What good is that?’ Robert asked. ‘They could FREE Amber for all you know,’ Marc spat back. ‘Now let me go get them in her, okay? I’ll be back in a minute-feel free to come out, nothing’s stopping you!’ And with that he rushed back to the hole Charlotte made, and crawled out, squeezing himself back outside. ‘Hey!’ he cried, rushing around the outside of the plane. ‘Marc?’ Kimia asked, running up to him. ‘Where did you come from?’ ‘There’s a hole in the side of the plane,’ Marc explained, and started walking back to the entrance. ‘Come on!’ he cried, and the five of them followed, all muttering things. ‘Any survivors?’ Michael cried out. ‘Seven, including Char,’ Marc explained. Michael nodded. ‘How about the pilot?’ he asked. Marc froze. ‘I haven’t checked.’ ‘Well, we’d better check then,’ Michael said. Marc didn’t reply, as he leaned down and crawled into the front of the plane. ‘I’m back!’ he cried as his head stuck through, and he stood up after his body followed. As he walked up to the survivors, he could hear the others following him into the plane with an element of slight worry. ‘Are any of them doctors?’ Robert snapped. ‘Mechanics or something? Someone who can get Amber from the…’ he trailed off. ‘No, I don’t think any of them are qualified,’ Marc explained carefully. ‘But I’m sure they’ll be willing to try anyway. Whilst they do, are you sure you guys don’t want to head down to the beach?’ They shook their heads. ‘We can’t leave Amber,’ Gigi explained. Marc sighed, but nodded. He heard the other five approaching him from behind and it reminded him of something urgently. ‘Oh, by the way?’ he asked. ‘Is the pilot of the plane dead?’ Sebastian shrugged. ‘We don’t know,’ he explained. ‘The door’s jammed-we’ve tried, but we can’t get it open.’ ‘There’s been no noise from inside,’ Amber added wearily with a cough. ‘Dead then,’ Pandora said from behind Marc. ‘Not necessarily,’ Marc explained. ‘But for now, you five, the main priority should be getting Amber out from that seat.’ Michael nodded, and passed Marc, before kneeling down by Amber and talking to the survivors. ‘Also, there’s an unconscious dude up there,’ Marc said, pointing up to the back. At this, Erin seemed to swoop for information. ‘What does he look like?’ she asked. ‘Um…I dunno,’ Marc explained. He walked over and tapped Robert on the back. Robert turned his head. ‘Robert?’ Marc asked. ‘What does the unconscious guy down there look like?’ ‘Um…long, red hair and a red beard,’ Robert said quietly. Marc nodded, and turned back, but Erin had already disappeared down the aisle of the plane. She was alone when she approached the man. She leaned in and kissed him tightly on the lips. He was breathing, but his face was pale and his closed eyes had huge bags beneath them. ‘Dante!’ she cried quietly as tears rushed from her eyes. ‘You survived.’ Down the front of the plane, Marc headed toward the hole again quickly. ‘Where are you going?’ Kimia asked urgently. ‘I think I’d rather be away from all the bodies for a bit,’ Marc admitted. ‘I’m going back to the beach for a bit.’ ‘I’ll come,’ Kimia said. Marc raised an eyebrow. ‘Why?’ he asked. Kimia smiled. ‘I don’t like dead bodies either,’ she admitted.
The two of them followed the same path that Kimia was taking for the fourth time that day-round a few trees, taking a few shortcuts down a few paths, and then returning to the side of the beach, a long walk down from the wreckage. However, once on the dry shores, something surprised them on their trip towards the survivors and the planes. Bodies were everywhere. Scattered in lines and piles, lifeless and pale, were creepy corpses of those who died in the plane crash. Marc could see Kimia squint and turn her head away as she came face to face with something she’d just told him she was uncomfortable with. Even Marc himself was very keen to walk onwards, and get away from all the slowly rotting bodies. ‘Shall we go?’ he asked. Kimia quickly nodded and started speed walking around the long lines of the dead bodies, staring out to see instead of even giving the corpses a glimpse. Marc sighed and stared at them carefully, thoughts running through his mind. Just to think that so many lives had been lost in the crash, and the remains were in front of him. And then as he started to walk and catch up with Kimia, he noticed something that made his eyes want to bleed, that made his breath disappear, that made him want to collapse. One of the bodies was someone he recognized. It was Nina. He rushed up to her quickly, letting out a huge howl as he knelt down by her. Kimia turned her head and raised an eyebrow, but Marc didn’t care about her anymore: he didn’t care about the island, or the crash, or the front of the plane. He put a soft hand on Nina’s face and memories spun through his mind. Marc stood, waiting to check in for the flight, his mind a flutter, his suitcase tight in his hand. He looked around-he could do with a drink. Evening was quickly approaching inside the airport, and he was extremely thirsty. He sighed-he thought about Nina, thinking about whether he had made a bad choice about leaving her, thinking about whether he should have let her come with him. And then that’s when he even thought he saw her, sitting alone with a newspaper and a cup of tea at an airport café. ‘Sir?’ said the woman at the check in desk, and Marc gave one more look at “Nina”, and suddenly was convinced it was just a look-alike, before showing his passport to the woman at the check in desk, and placing his suitcase on the conveyer belt carefully. Now Marc realized that it was her. It was the real Nina who had been sitting at the café: she had followed him on the plane, and she had lost her life in the process. He shed a tear from his eye-something that he had rarely done in jail. If he had let her come with him, she would have been sitting with him on the plane, not elsewhere-she could have survived. She could be sitting with him at that moment in time, not lying on the sands with other dead bodies, her eyes looking straight up, her skin pale and crispy. ‘Nina…’ Marc murmured quietly. ‘I am so sorry.’ He leaned down to her, and rested his head on her chest, letting the tears run down his face. He closed his eyes and regretted his plan for a new start, regretted rejecting Nina to come with him, and hoping that there was any way that he could go up to that woman in the café and stop her getting on the plane. ‘Marc?’ said a soft voice behind him, and Marc turned his head back, lifting it from Nina’s chest to see Kimia standing confused behind him. He quickly realized how stupid he was, and wiped his eyes. ‘I thought you were on the plane alone,’ she said. ‘She followed me,’ Marc said after a pause, in which he wiped his eyes again. ‘I rejected her from my new start, and now she’s dead.’ Kimia leaned down to him, and took his hand in a friendly way, squeezing it kindly. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she murmured and suddenly embraced him in a hug. Marc returned it and rested his head against Kimia now, letting the tears fall again. Then he pulled his head back. ‘Want me to tell you about my past?’ he asked. Kimia shrugged. ‘Only if you-‘ ‘I do,’ Marc assured, and sighed. ‘I’ve been in jail for the past few years.’ Kimia opened her mouth slightly. ‘What did you do?’ she asked. ‘Arson,’ Marc explained quietly. ‘Block of flats burnt to the ground.’ Kimia nodded as they stood together, not looking at each other. ‘Were you guilty?’ she asked. Marc sighed and looked down at his feet. ‘Were you?’ Kimia asked again. Marc sighed heavily, and looked up at her, with fixed eye contact. ‘No,’ he replied. The two of them stood silently, Kimia not sure whether to believe him or not, Marc not sure w hat to say next. ‘No one can know,’ he explained. ‘Huh?’ Kimia asked. ‘They’ll all think I’m a psycho,’ Marc assured her. ‘A pyromaniac. I didn’t do it-I didn’t set the fire.’ ‘I-I…’ Kimia explained, and sighed. ‘I won’t tell anyone.’ ‘Thanks,’ Marc replied. ‘Thanks, Kimia.’ Kimia smiled. ‘I’m not the only one with a past,’ Marc explained. ‘What?’ Kimia asked quietly. Marc pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket, and showed Kimia quickly. ‘Looks like Michael’s been missing before the crash,’ he explained. Kimia said nothing, but raised an eyebrow and sighed. ‘Do you have a past?’ Marc asked. Kimia smiled and shook her head. ‘No,’ she lied, and then the two of them started walking back to the wreckage, as the sun began to set behind the calm sea.
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Post by Dante on Sept 22, 2005 16:09:38 GMT -5
Good chapter, Dupin. I'm... too tired to come up with anything other than that.
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