Post by Charlotte on Jan 24, 2009 23:35:04 GMT -5
White light. Crippling, Blinding, Invading the eyelids of everyone who was or wasn’t fortunate to get off the damned island. Though it seemed there wasn’t anything different about the island, there was something off. At a second glance, those who weren’t near the camp began to have a strange suspicion that it wasn’t the same. In fact, the entire Survivor’s camp was now completely gone, and if you looked close enough, it was, indeed, a different time of day. Either the group is traveling, or the island is traveling, but even then the technicalities could not make up for the fact that everyone left behind began to suffer from a mysterious lingering headache.
Another flash and everyone knows that there’s definitely something wrong. It’s nighttime now, and the people are thrown from their semi-comfortable lifestyle back to the beginning— boar and mangos galore. Though, with every flash, there’s no way to tell, apart from the crater that was the Dharma station The Swan, when exactly the group is at in time. A Quantum Physicist would find the phenomena hard to understand, let alone a small few frightened average people. How long would they last before they were attacked by the hostiles that roamed the island of the past, or before they ran into members of the Dharma Initiative and were recruited for their cause?
Desmond Hume seems to be an extraordinary exception to these rules of time and space, and He seems to be the only savior to those left behind. A normal life with Penny is the only thing standing in the way of his ‘memories’ coming back to him, and returning to the island, and there’s more than just that hanging in the balance.
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Rescue had come. The Oceanic Six were safe; they were off the island, and they were hidden behind a whole tangled mess of lies. Lies that each of them knew couldn’t go on forever. The particular truth they were all hiding from the day they set foot off of the island was that they had to go back. The truth was something some realized right away, and others, would be thrown face-to-face with the ugly beast. They could try to hide, but it wouldn’t be long before the messenger of their “bad news” came knocking at the door.
Fast-forward three years into the future, and you would see that the six aren’t as happy as they thought they would be.
For now, they are settling in: throwing themselves back into the sync of Los Angeles life. Normal, seemingly content people with an exotic lie of a survival story. However, if they only knew how everything was going to fall into place, they would be compliant with Benjamin Linus.
The question that hangs in the air, is whether or not they should be afraid with
(THE WAY THINGS HAVE FALLEN)
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