Lost - Prologue (Improved) and Chapter 1.A

Prologue

The Office.

We were stuck. No amount of pushing on the buttons would move the lift. “Guess we will be here a while,” I say to my colleague. I bet you will. I clutched my bag, starting to sweat. I hoped he wasn’t able to hear the slow ticking inside it. I guess it was a false hope when there was no sound to mask it, in this dull, grey box they call a lift. Whoever designed this office was an idiot - next time they should add music. Now I have to start a conversation.

“So, uh, hey,” I said to my companion. “Um, my name’s Luca. How’s life, I guess?” Brilliant. You can’t even start some small talk in a lift.“Shut up”

“Excuse me?” My fellow worker stared at me. He looked very, very angry. Well done, well done. Now he thinks you’re crazy as well as stupid. AND he hates you. You are great at this. Do you mind if I take notes?

I told you to shut up!

“Are you ok? Or are you insane?” My colleague’s snarky remark brought me back to reality.

“Uh, Yeah, Yeah. I’m fine; I have had a rough day”

“Good. It’s your fault I’m stuck in this crappy little elevator, so you’d better have had a bloody terrible day. I’m late for a meeting now.”

“Wait a sec. My fault?! This could have happened to anybody.”

“Well, it happened when you walked in here, so it must be YOUR fault.”

Let me take over. I want to punch him in the face. No! Can I at least break his nose a little bit? I told you, no! And no taking over either. The last time you took over you set a house on fire! Technically it wasn’t. True. That’s because you completely blew it all up!

After about 5 minutes of the pointless arguing in my head, the lift doors finally opened. “I’m half an hour late because of you.” My colleague stated, before turning on his heels and storming off.

I checked the bomb. Two minutes until it went off. I had to run, and this new body was NOT built for that. I tried to, but my legs couldn’t go the same pace. I collided with a few people, causing one of them to drop their papers everywhere. “Sorry!” I shouted back at them. The only response I got were a couple curse words. I turned around a sharp corner, then bolted straight down that corridor. This caused me to trip over and face plant onto the hard, granite floor, the bomb sliding a few feet away from me. Everyone in the corridor turns to look at me, a few of them snickering at my misfortune. Idiots. Bravo, Bravo, great performance! I didn’t argue. It would just waste time. I ran all the way back to where I tripped and looked at the explosive. 10 seconds until we get a nice, big BOOM. I ran like hell into the room, slamming my face into the doorframe as I rushed in. DAMN IT THAT HURT. Language. Like you can talk. Ok, Mister Luca. I'm so naughty. I turned my attention back to the bomb,realising that I wouldn’t make it out if I tried to run. Instead, I threw the bomb as far away from me as I possibly could, then turned on my heels, ran to the window closest to me and dived into it.

My senses kicked into overdrive, the world around me slowing down to 50x slower than usual. I turned and saw the building slowly light up with flames, cracks spreading along the walls like an invisible spider weaving its web. Then, everything shattered, like a window that had been subjected to a high-pitched sound. Everything came outwards towards me and even though my head was ringing, my ears buzzing, I knew, deep in the corners of my mind, that my mission was a success.

Chapter 1 – Hiding

2 days later

I wandered down the street, looking at all the shop names as I walked by. I prefer this body to my last – It was fit and athletic instead of fat and flabby. Of course, it did make him harder to strangle, but harder work does usually means a better reward. I just hoped that the police would find ‘Luca’s’ body. Then I could finally relax. I even made it look like a suicide, with a gun in his hand and a bullet through his brain. I was NOT putting up with all that work for nothing.

I finally found the shop I was looking for: The newsagents. This is the only shop I go to nowadays. It’s always handy to know what’s on the news, especially if you are being hunted by some of the most ruthless bounty hunters out there: Soul Demons. That’s what they call themselves, and I am on the top of the most wanted list. That’s why I blew up that office block and killed ‘Luca.’ I was hoping that they would think I was dead, and so give up looking for me.

I walked in and had a look around at all the different newspapers. I checked The Times, The Sun. All the major newspaper’s. Finally, I found one with the news I wanted: “Bomber Man Found Dead in Alleyway.” I smiled, the first time I had done in weeks.Hello, it’s me again! My expression soured. As soon as I start having a good time you just have to come along and ruin it. Aww, don’t be like that. It makes me sad. No, it doesn’t. What makes you sad is not being able to ruin my fun. I stormed out of the shop. I could practically see the storm cloud above my head.