PkmnTrainerJ
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Note: This is an alternative version of LOST, starring none of the normal LOST cast, but using the LOST island and other things.
Chapter 1: ...And Found
Most of us don't have the good fortune of knowing exactly where we are going in life, what we want to do, when and how we want to do it if we do. We are, for lack of a better word Lost.
None of us will ever be as lost as the apparent survivors of Oceanic Flight 815. The plane that was supposed to land in Australia, never made it. It's been a few days now and I'm starting to get worried.
My brother was on that flight, and I don't know what's happened to him. I haven't heard a thing in days. Well, saying that, there have been rumours. Rumours that the plane crashed. Rumours that some of the people on the flight survived. Rumours that my brother could still be alive have reached my ears, but I have no evidence to back this up.
I do believe Flight 815 did crash though, and that he is still alive, and I will find him. I'm setting off today to find my brother and nothing will stop me.
Meanwhile...
Joseph sat on the beach, the waves tickling his feet whilst the remains of the plane lay not far from him.
He brushed his long hair out of his face, as he often had to do, and though he didn't like to admit it, he was missing home slightly.
"So, they say they've managed to clear out the dead."
Joseph glanced over at a female passenger whom he had sat next to on the plane.
"We're having a mass funeral and sending them out to sea." She spoke with some sadness in her voice, but seemed to be stifling back actual tears.
"What do I care?" Joseph expressed his liking for other people for about the thousandth time in his life "It's not like I knew any of these people."
"So, you wouldn't care if I died?"
"No, that's...not..i..."
"I'll see you at the funeral Joseph."
Joseph returned back to his view of the sea, with most of the waves now far away, and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket.
He stared at it for a few moments, and then screwed it up and threw it towards the sea in anger.
The waves had now turned violent again, and Joseph took a few steps back. As a wave returned to the ocean Joseph felt something touch his foot and almost leapt up, thinking it was a jellyfish or worse.
He looked down at his right foot and saw something he instantly recognized.
His older brother used to carry around a handgun like this all the time, though it didn't seem to be his it looked awfully familiar.
Joseph studied the gun for a while, clicked it out and saw it only had one bullet. No matter, maybe one bullet was all he needed.
Joseph stowed the gun in his jean pocket and walked over to the funeral.
Chapter 1: ...And Found
Most of us don't have the good fortune of knowing exactly where we are going in life, what we want to do, when and how we want to do it if we do. We are, for lack of a better word Lost.
None of us will ever be as lost as the apparent survivors of Oceanic Flight 815. The plane that was supposed to land in Australia, never made it. It's been a few days now and I'm starting to get worried.
My brother was on that flight, and I don't know what's happened to him. I haven't heard a thing in days. Well, saying that, there have been rumours. Rumours that the plane crashed. Rumours that some of the people on the flight survived. Rumours that my brother could still be alive have reached my ears, but I have no evidence to back this up.
I do believe Flight 815 did crash though, and that he is still alive, and I will find him. I'm setting off today to find my brother and nothing will stop me.
Meanwhile...
Joseph sat on the beach, the waves tickling his feet whilst the remains of the plane lay not far from him.
He brushed his long hair out of his face, as he often had to do, and though he didn't like to admit it, he was missing home slightly.
"So, they say they've managed to clear out the dead."
Joseph glanced over at a female passenger whom he had sat next to on the plane.
"We're having a mass funeral and sending them out to sea." She spoke with some sadness in her voice, but seemed to be stifling back actual tears.
"What do I care?" Joseph expressed his liking for other people for about the thousandth time in his life "It's not like I knew any of these people."
"So, you wouldn't care if I died?"
"No, that's...not..i..."
"I'll see you at the funeral Joseph."
Joseph returned back to his view of the sea, with most of the waves now far away, and pulled a piece of paper from his pocket.
He stared at it for a few moments, and then screwed it up and threw it towards the sea in anger.
The waves had now turned violent again, and Joseph took a few steps back. As a wave returned to the ocean Joseph felt something touch his foot and almost leapt up, thinking it was a jellyfish or worse.
He looked down at his right foot and saw something he instantly recognized.
His older brother used to carry around a handgun like this all the time, though it didn't seem to be his it looked awfully familiar.
Joseph studied the gun for a while, clicked it out and saw it only had one bullet. No matter, maybe one bullet was all he needed.
Joseph stowed the gun in his jean pocket and walked over to the funeral.
