For Better or Worse | By : DharmaCharma Category: G through L > Lost Views: 1264 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Prologue
Richard's eyes darted back and forth. That sound! Simone had heard the sound before. That deafening electrical hum. Simone threw her body to the ground, face planted to the earth so low she was breathing in the musty scent of dirt and damp leaves. She clasped her hands over her ears trying to muffle the painfully loud, roaring hum. She could barely hear Richard screaming, "everyone, please! Stay calm! Stay where you are! Stay together!" Simone's eyes clenched shut in a futile attempt to block out the blinding bright violet light that pierced the sky. Brighter than lightning. As if the sun had turned the color of amethyst and was on a collision course with the earth. Eyes and ears clamped shut, Simone tried to drown out the chaos by thinking back on when her life was so much simpler, if you could ever really call it that.
Simone had been the only child of two geologists. Home schooled, bounced around the world by her parents more than a Gypsy kid. One time, during a visit with her paternal grandparents in Vermont, Simone overheard arguing. Her grandparents were contending that all of the moving from place to place wasn't healthy for her development and well being. Her parents shouted back that she was getting the education, and opportunity, of a lifetime. Simone jumped back into bed and pretended to be asleep when her mother stormed into her room and angrily declared, "Simone, wake up. We're leaving now!"
When she was a young teenager, her parents decided to embark on a scientific journey on their research vessel, "The Wayfarer". At first it was a great adventure. Her parents were hoping to study the effects of electromagnetic fields in relation to the space-time continuum. Her parents had always been sort of the nutty, sci-fi types. Things had been going really well. Simone loved being on the ocean, watching dolphins keep pace alongside their boat, playfully bouncing up into their wake. Making up stories in her mind about where they would make land. About two weeks into their expedition, however, strange things began happening with their instruments. Then a storm hit. Their boat was tossed to and fro, the way a toddler haphazardly plays with a small toy. Waves crashed into the sides of the boat. Unable to get their bearings, Simone's father proclaimed they were lost at sea. One night the storm raged on and on and Simone's mother threw her below deck before going to try and help her husband. Simone crouched in a puddle of her own seasickness, sobbing uncontrollably. She threw her hands over her ears as she was doing now, only then it was to try and drown out the sounds of her mother's hysterical screaming and the sea battering their boat. Salty water poured through the hatch, splashing into Simone's face, choking her. One final, giant wave came over the ship, sweeping her parents out to sea. Fear and exhaustion took over her body, and Simone fainted.
She didn't know how many hours, or days, had passed before "The Wayfarer" ran ashore. Simone was awakened by the sound of footsteps and whispered voices above deck. She fumbled around in the semi-darkness until her hands gripped a fileting knife. Filled with panic, but survival instinct, Simone slowly climbed the cabin's ladder and carefully opened the hatch. Before she knew what hit her, she had been struck by something and was being shocked. Electrical current coursed through her body as she collapsed into a spasming heap on the deck. She heard a stern, yet kind, female voice say, "that's enough." When her vision began to come into focus, Simone realized she was laying beneath a young, cocoa skinned woman wearing her hair back in a burgundy scarf. The woman helped her sit up and said, "hello. I'm Ms. Klugh. What is your name?" Simone sat in silent defiance. She looked at her male companion and said, "we have to take her to Ben."
The man had an intimidating look to him. He looked strong, fearless. The sort who would kill her without a moment's hesitation. He didn't say a word, only scowled and nodded in reluctant agreement. Klugh tried to help Simone to her feet, but Simone's body was weak from hunger, thirst, fear, grief, and now being tazed by total strangers. The man walked over to her opposite side and propped her up from under her arm. They helped Simone walk slowly to the edge of the boat. She leaned against the deck rail as the man deftly launched his body over the edge, landing in the damp sand below. Klugh jumped next and held her arms out, gesturing for Simone to climb down. Simone hesitated for a brief moment. Looking back she saw the vast expanse of bright blue ocean surrounding them. She had no idea where she was, who these people were. Her parents were presumably dead. She had no choice but to follow these strangers. She slowly hoisted herself over the edge and slid her body down the side of the boat. Klugh and the man caught her as her feet struck the sand. Wobbly, trying to get her sea legs, Simone let out a deep, pained, deliberate breath. She decided, then and there, she would trust these people. Sure, they had electrocuted her, but who could blame them? It was in self-defense. She did, after all, have a knife in her hand and under duress she may have stabbed someone.
Carefully assisting Simone off the beach toward the tree line, Klugh said to the man, "Ben isn't going to be very happy about this, Tom." The man had a name. In a gruff voice he replied, "don't worry, Bea. Ben will know what to do." He looked ahead, narrowed his eyes to slits and declared, "Ben always has a plan."
The humming stopped and the sky returned to its normal shade of blue with patches of white, cottony clouds dotting it all over. Simone snapped herself back to the present and slowly lifted herself from the ground. The ringing in her ears continued, but at least now she could hear Richard speaking with the tall, thin woman they called Apple. So long as Richard was with her, Simone knew she'd be alright. Just then she heard people gasping and whispering. A person had appeared on the hill above them. Bald head, scruffy face, decked out in cargo pants, she knew it was John Locke. He smirked as he looked down on the group. He approached Richard and they began to exchange whispers. Judging by the look on Richard's face and the tone of his voice, Simone knew it was not good tidings Locke brought with him.
"He moved the island? On whose orders? Jacob? Son of a bitch!" By then, the group had moved in closer, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation. They had always been a tight knit group, but ever since the crash of Oceanic Flight 815 their peaceful little community had been in a constant state of upset. Most recently they were in hiding. Having fled the comfort of the tiny neighborhood they called "the barracks", they were escaping a group of soldiers, or something along those lines. All they knew was that until they received further instruction from Ben, Richard was in charge.
Richard turned from Locke and began to address the group. Simone noticed a flash of concern, maybe even sadness, cross Richard's face. "Folks, please, gather around. Mr. Locke, here, tells me that what we just experienced was..." his voice trailed off. He looked at Locke for reassurance. Locke nodded his head, urging him to continue. "Ben has moved the island." Gasps and confused glances came over the group. Simone had no idea what the hell "moving the island" meant. It must have been some sort of a code phrase. The island life was filled with those. She had become accustomed to Ben's secrets, cryptic messages, and thinly veiled threats. It's what allowed him to rise to power, and stay there. It's what made Simone's insides long for him. It's what made her love him, even if he would never reciprocate those feelings. No, Ben belonged to Juliet. Not that Juliet felt anything but intense hatred for Ben, but everyone knew his heart belonged to the beautiful, smart, blonde fertility researcher. And ever since the crash, ever since Goodwin was killed, Ben had latched on to Juliet even tighter. After Juliet had broken free from Ben and went with the crash survivors; since taking a shine to the handsome, smart doctor they called Jack, Simone had kindled in her innermost being a hope that with Juliet out of the way, perhaps Ben would notice her.
Richard looked to Locke for some sort of assistance in finishing his speech. Locke stepped forward and continued, "what Richard is trying to say is that after we were infiltrated by Widmore's hired assassins, we received instructions from Jacob that since these were dire circumstances, we must move the island. Ben told me that the consequence of this was that he could never come back. He has left me in charge." Ben could never come back. Simone felt her insides clench. A gut wrenching grief, perhaps even greater than what she felt when she lost parents, washed over her and she sank to her knees. She failed in her attempt to hold back the tears that sprang up in the corners of her eyes. Blinking them away opened the flood gates and she began to weep openly. Her entire body was rocked with her sobs until her head was pounding, eyes throbbing, struggling to catch her breath. Apple and Richard helped her to her feet. She looked back, through blurry, tear-filled eyes, and saw Locke give her a sympathetic gaze. She could not cope with the island life without Ben there to guide her.
"Simone? There's a package here for you." Simone emerged from the back bedroom of her little buttercup yellow cottage to find Ben standing in her living room. In his hand he held a medium-size puffy manilla envelope. "Don't you ever knock?" Simone asked with exasperation in her voice. Ben looked around her messy living room. With the toe of his shoe he delicately kicked a lime green satin bra away from him as he replied, "I did, Simone. You didn't answer. I know how much you enjoy getting mail, so I didn't want to leave this on your front step and risk someone pilfering it." He held out the envelope and Simone walked forward to snatch it from his grip. "Any special requests for the next drop?" he asked. Simone put her knuckles to her chin, thinking for a moment. "Yes," she said, "I want the new Liz Phair album." Ben's intense blue eyes bored into her as he said in a monotone voice, "Liz Phair? How existential." You never knew with Ben if he was mocking you, or simply making a matter-of-fact statement. Simone was tearing into her envelope now. "Yeah, well, life's a cunt, Ben." "Must you be so vulgar, Simone?" With that he turned and left her house. It wounded her ego when he scolded her like that. What did he know, anyway? Her life had been a tortured one. He had been born, and raised, in a tropical paradise. "Fuck him," she proclaimed out loud and then giggled like a kid who just learned a new swear word.
In the envelope was a small plastic compact containing her favorite eyeshadow trio - "Screw Me Blue", a back issue of her favorite fashion magazine, and a little black opaque baggie. Simone's heart began to race as she fumbled around in the bottom of the envelope, reaching for the one item she had waited so long for. The one thing she had been too embarrassed to ask Ben for directly, so she had Bea request it on her behalf. "Damn it!" Simone exclaimed as the baggie got hung up in the bubble wrap ensconced seam of the padded mailer. She broke a nail, but finally got the baggie dislodged. Tiny beads of perspiration formed across her forehead as she slowly unwrapped the plastic. Layer after layer. They weren't kidding when they said it would come in "discreet packaging". Finally she unwrapped her treasured item - a tiny, pink, silicone vibrator. It was meant to replicate a finger. The tip was bulbous, designed to stimulate the g-spot. The shaft was covered in tiny domes of silicone. Taped to the toy was a single AA battery. Simone was too ashamed to try it out now. She ran ito her bedroom and stuffed the vibrator under her mattress.
She emerged from the bedroom and went into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. "You're so silly!" Simone chided herself out loud. Why was she so embarrassed about this? She was eighteen years old. Of complete legal, adult age to purchase a sex toy. She had been masturbating with her fingers since she was thirteen. She knew what sex was (thanks to those magazines Ben ordered for her, along with all the talk of women being pregnant on the island). And she knew that every time Ben looked at her a certain way, with those intense, sea blue eyes, she felt a stirring between her legs that gradually grew into a full-blown throbbing ache that could only be relieved by locking herself in the bathroom and rubbing her fingers against her clit. One, two, three strokes and her entire body would be shaking. Powerful orgasms would sweep over her as her juices rolled down her legs. After each time she would splash cold water on her flushed cheeks, unable to look at her own reflection in the mirror. Too ashamed of the power Ben held over her, body and soul.
She threw on a hoodie, grabbed a pack of Dharma cigarettes and a Zippo lighter bearing the same insignia, and stepped out her front door. She placed a smoke between her lips, lit the tip, took in a deep drag pulling the hot smoke into her lungs, filling them entirely. Her heart sank as she exhaled plumes of white smoke, looking over to see Ben and Juliet engaged in friendly conversation. Juliet's golden waves bounced as she tossed her head back in uproarious laughter. Ben was glowing and jovial as he reached out and tenderly touched Juliet's arm. Ben never laughed, or smiled, in Simone's presence. In fact, he was usually fussing at her about something. Her makeup, her messy house, her smoking, her coarse language. Damn it all to hell, why did she let him get to her like this? Simone couldn't bear another second of seeing them cutting up together like that. She threw her half-smoked cigarette on her sidewalk and stamped it out violently with her foot. She looked the other way and saw Tom gazing at her, as if he too understood what it felt like to love someone and they had no clue you even existed. let alone feel the same way about you.
Simone trudged back inside, threw her hoodie in the floor and haphazardly tossed her pack of smokes and the lighter on the bar counter in her kitchen. She let out a deep sigh, staring up at her ceiling. If she had believed in God she might have asked Him for guidance at that moment, but life on that island made you question your own sanity, let alone the existence of a deity. The sun was just starting to go down. She heard front doors shutting as her people returned home from their research work or scouting the island for intruders. It wasn't until she peeked from behind her curtains and saw that Ben and Alex, his daughter, had gone to sleep that she felt safe enough to pull her new toy out from underneath the private safety of her mattress.
She laid it in the middle of her messy pile of blankets and backed away, as if it would bite her if she got too close. The battery was still taped to the side of it. How would it ever work if she never put the damn battery in it? Simone decided to take a shower first. That would give everyone plenty of time to be good and asleep, as if they would somehow know what she was doing if they weren't. Simone tried to think of pleasant, proper things as she lathered up her wet body. Things like puppies and rainbows and her dead parents. No, wait, that wasn't pleasant. Simone felt tears stinging behind her eyelids and she willed them away. She stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She figured it might be a good idea to brush and floss her teeth before slipping into her striped cotton robe. She deliberated for a moment whether or not she wanted to stay undressed beneath her robe, or should she slip on her customary cotton briefs and tank top. She reckoned she would feel less ashamed while wearing her pajamas, so she slipped into her panties and top before hunkering down under her blankets.
In the darkness she fumbled around with the tape and eventually freed the battery. She carefully unscrewed the end cap of her vibrator, dropped the battery in, and twisted the cap back on. She was gripped with fear and shame when the vibrator came on and began its rhythmic hum. It was actually very quiet, but in her overly cautious state, it may as well have been a hundred decibels in Simone's mind. She quickly turned it off, panting in the darkness, listening for any sound that might have indicated someone, anyone, knew what she was up to. But then, something happened. Simone began to imagine Ben was the one spying on her. That he was just outside her bedroom window, listening. Hearing the telltale hum of her soft pink toy, growing hard at the sound of her soft moans. As she fantasized about this, Simone turned the vibrator back on and touched the tip of it to her chest. She slowly let it slide over her left nipple. She took in a sharp breath at the sensation it created. Her nipple responded by quickly forming into an erect peak that poked through the cotton fabric of her tank top.
Simone pulled up her top and brought the tip of her new friend back to her nipple, savoring the feeling of it against her bare skin. She began to slowly writhe as she let her hand trail down her belly, under the elastic waist of her panties, over her soft fuzz covered mound, and let the mushroom head of the vibrator separate the soft folds of her labia and slide delicately into her anxious slit. She couldn't help it as she let out a deep moan as it buzzed over her sensitive pink bud. She rolled it over and over, bringing herself closer to climax, and then pulling it away just in time, savoring this delicious pleasure. She brought the vibrator to her lips and let her tongue gently sweep over the tip, tasting her succulent pussy juices for the first time. "Oh, God" she whispered into her pillow as she slid the toy back down the length of her body, this time plunging it into her hungry, swollen, soaked opening. Her hips bucked into it instinctively. She could no longer control herself, nor did she care, as she cried out into the darkness as the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt began to surge upward from her toes and through her loins as she squirted hot liquid over her hand. She let her body ride the climax, wave after delicious wave, before turning off her vibrator. She slowly withdrew it from her pussy, sliding it into her mouth and sucking it clean. She sunk deeper into her pillow, sweaty, trying to catch her breath.
Just outside her bedroom window, Ben found himself grasping at his bulge through his Khaki pants. Cupping it firmly in his hand, listening to the muffled sex noises coming from Simone. Throbbing, close to ejaculation, he shook his head briskly, as if he were trying to wake himself from a dream, and sharply drew his hand away from his rock hard cock. Looking around first to make sure no one was watching, he walked away from the window back toward his house.
Back at the Temple, Simone sat with the others as everyone tried to come to terms with the latest development. Over the past few months, Simone's already fragile world had begun to crumble around her. There had been a plane crash. Goodwin was killed, along with some of the others as they infiltrated the crash survivors' camps, scouting for information. Ethan had also been killed during a similar mission on the other side of the island. Rumor had it he had found a very pregnant young woman - Claire. They were going to try and figure out why women who got pregnant off the island could safely carry to term and give birth on the island, but women who conceived on the island never survived long into their second trimester. The survivors had invaded their camp, learned some of their secrets, some were captured and taken to the Hydra station. And then Simone overheard news that nearly killed her - Ben was sick. He had a tumor on his spine and he may die. He underwent emergency surgery at the hands of one of their former enemies, but his recovery was a slow, and painful, one. Ben never knew that one night, right after his surgery, Alex had let Simone into their house, and she sat by his side, holding his limp hand, all night long. Simone had loved him so deeply at that moment. Ben, the ever-vigilant, always had a plan, always in control leader was now a shriveled, pasty, post-op mess. Totally vulnerable. Oblivious. Simone cautiously leaned over him and planted a delicate kiss on his unresponsive lips. She thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, but Ben's eyelids briefly fluttered at that moment.
Alex, Carl, Danielle - all murdered by Widmore's crew. Bea and Tom were dead. There was a freighter off-shore, a helicopter that occasionally flew over them, the Looking Glass had been destroyed - just too many things happening all at once. Simone was strong, but even she had her limit and she was certain she'd nearly reached that threshold. Simone sat on the floor of the Temple. As Apple passed by she offered her a kind, reassuring pat on the back. Ben was gone. Forever. Could never come back to the island. The prospect of such finality destroyed Simone. Later that night, after many of her friends had fallen asleep, Simone trudged into the jungle. She looked to the sky, shook her fist in rage and screamed into a darkness illuminated only by the millions of stars that dotted eternity, "damn you, Jacob! Damn you to hell!" her voice trailing off in a pitiful wail as she sunk to the dirt and began to cry again. She cried for everything that had been, everything she had hoped would have been, and what will now never be. She sobbed for all of her family that she had lost. The abrupt loss of her security. The intrusion of others, hostiles, onto her island.
Just when she was certain she had cried every last tear she could possibly cry, Simone was startled by whispers that seemed to be carried on the breeze. She looked around as the whispers swirled around her, coming to an abrupt halt as she looked up and gasped. "Mom?" Simone said in a startled tone. Right before her eyes, as clear as day, stood her mother. In her boho skirt and red cardigan, long brown curls framing her bronze, sun kissed face. Just as Simone had remembered her. She smiled, brought her finger to her lips and said, "ssshhhhhh. They'll hear you." Simone slowly rose to her feet and advanced toward her mother. "Mom," she choked in a hushed tone, "I'm so scared." Her mother offered a sympathetic smile and said, "don't be, Love. He's coming back. And when he does, be ready." With that, she turned toward the tall saw palmetto and disappeared into the night as quickly as she'd appeared. Hot, fresh tears sprung to Simone's eyes, but she brushed them away with the back of her had. She had no idea what her mother meant, but she was filled with resolve as she marched back to the Temple to await news of what would come next.
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