Demands - Lost - The Island
So, the Lost Riffs challenge today was to write about a character you hate and to try to make them seem sympathetic. I immediately thought of Locke, seeing as I bear a grudge against him for his S2 punching of Charlie; I then, however, though of that quote of his - "Boone was a sacrifice the island demanded". And, really, that makes The Island a cruel wanker. ;)
Title: Demands
Character: The Island
Word Count: 306
Rating: PG
A/N: For the Lost Riffs 'least favourite character' day. It's very odd and experimental, I guess. I'm not too sure where it came from.
Summary: "I sit alone, the years and centuries stretching behind and before me. I stretch, I wait, I watch. I long for company and I hate it when I get it."
I sit alone, the years and centuries stretching behind and before me. I stretch, I wait, I watch. I long for company and I hate it when I get it. Human feet upon my earth, unclean, unworthy, unright. Petty cares and worthless wonders. Hunt, live, kill. They are mindless animals that stalk my jungles, more wild than the prey they slaughter.
You are the sacrifice that I demanded - the lamb to the slaughter.
You are the unworthy.
You are the unclean.
You are the righteous.
Like swarms of locusts they flood my land. They eat of my fruit and they drink of my water. Paths are formed like cruel cuts through my skin. Their feet trample. Their voices argue. They rob the fish from my oceans. They kill. They kill. They kill.
You are those who presume to know better than I.
You are the stubborn.
You are the blind.
You are the naïve.
I have my own. My children, my brothers, my pets. My Boone, with his bright eyes and his sharp tongue. My Eko, strong even in his death. My Charlie, the average hero. Noble, all of them. Worthy of me. I protect them in death as I could not in life.
You are the pawns for me to play with.
You are the fated.
You are the chosen.
You are the doomed.
The others disgust me, their feet on my ground, their sounds in my air, their hope in their hearts. They wish to bring rescue. They wish for escape. They wish for the outside, for the others, for the end. Ungrateful and unkind - they demand and they take and they disregard all I have to offer. This will end. I demand it.
You are the bringers of the end.
You are the saviours.
You are the harbingers.
You are nothing.
Title: Demands
Character: The Island
Word Count: 306
Rating: PG
A/N: For the Lost Riffs 'least favourite character' day. It's very odd and experimental, I guess. I'm not too sure where it came from.
Summary: "I sit alone, the years and centuries stretching behind and before me. I stretch, I wait, I watch. I long for company and I hate it when I get it."
I sit alone, the years and centuries stretching behind and before me. I stretch, I wait, I watch. I long for company and I hate it when I get it. Human feet upon my earth, unclean, unworthy, unright. Petty cares and worthless wonders. Hunt, live, kill. They are mindless animals that stalk my jungles, more wild than the prey they slaughter.
You are the sacrifice that I demanded - the lamb to the slaughter.
You are the unworthy.
You are the unclean.
You are the righteous.
Like swarms of locusts they flood my land. They eat of my fruit and they drink of my water. Paths are formed like cruel cuts through my skin. Their feet trample. Their voices argue. They rob the fish from my oceans. They kill. They kill. They kill.
You are those who presume to know better than I.
You are the stubborn.
You are the blind.
You are the naïve.
I have my own. My children, my brothers, my pets. My Boone, with his bright eyes and his sharp tongue. My Eko, strong even in his death. My Charlie, the average hero. Noble, all of them. Worthy of me. I protect them in death as I could not in life.
You are the pawns for me to play with.
You are the fated.
You are the chosen.
You are the doomed.
The others disgust me, their feet on my ground, their sounds in my air, their hope in their hearts. They wish to bring rescue. They wish for escape. They wish for the outside, for the others, for the end. Ungrateful and unkind - they demand and they take and they disregard all I have to offer. This will end. I demand it.
You are the bringers of the end.
You are the saviours.
You are the harbingers.
You are nothing.