Lost: Un-Lockeing Secrets
by littlewiccan
“It’s been what 10 years since I last saw you?” Marie asked him.
“15 years, 5 months, and 14 days,” John said with pin point accuracy.
“Okay, will someone please explain the whole wife thing cuz I’m having a little trouble with that concept,” Michael broke in.
“Sure,” John said.
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A small boy sits in a hospital waiting room; he swings his legs which dangle off the chair out of boredom. The young boy is Locke and he’s about 12 years old. His Uncle sits next to him the man is good looking with brown hair, blue eyes, and glasses. He is wearing a sweater vest and he looks worried.
John watches as his Uncle gets up to go talk to the doctor. He can’t understand what they are saying too each other but his Uncle is clearly upset he brings his hand up to his head and takes a deep breath as he comes back to talk to John. He knells in front of him.
“John,” his Uncle says sweetly, “Your parents, there’s been an accident. They’re dead.”
Locke just stares at him in shock, unable to comprehend what has just happened. He gets up and runs down the hall. His Uncle calls after him, “John! Come back!”
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John sits in front of his Uncle. Now, he is much older about 30. He has been married to his wife Marie for 5 almost years now. He smiles at the mere mentioning of her name.
“It was the weirdest thing,” Locke said to his Uncle as he sips his cup of coffee, “It just attacked me out of no where. I thought of coming to you. When I was younger I remember you always collected those weird books about demons and the occult, things like that.”
“That’s in the past John. I dispose of those books shortly after your parents died.”
“Are they real, everything in those books?.....Answer me!”
“Yes.”
“You lied.”
“What?”
“You lied about my parents! They didn’t die in a car crash something one of those things killed them and you didn’t tell me!”
“What was I suppose to say? It’s tragic enough for a boy to lose his parents. I didn’t need you scared out of your wits thinking about all the monsters that could be lurking under your bed!”
“What was it what kind?”
“Calm down, John and I’ll tell you everything I know.”
“Alright,” he said, sitting down.
“Your parents and I had an interest in the occult since we were very young. Actually it was since we encountered our first demon. You are aware that your parents were high school sweethearts. Well anyway, one night the 3 of us went out and we ran into a vampire after it had just finished feeding. It was horrible but we were able to kill it and in doing so stopped it from taking anymore lives. We thought it was a worthwhile cause and we began to study demons and hunt them. We were a team. Your mother and father hunted them and I studied everything I could about them and the occult, not to mention your mother was a very accomplished witch. One day they went out on a hunt and they never came back. That was the night they were murdered. I was able to find some clues but not much and eventually for your sake I moved on. But I did manage to save a few things,” his uncle said, taking box out of a hiding and placing it in front of John.
“What is this?”
“It’s for you to do as you wish. The answers you seek are inside; newspaper clippings, police reports, forensic analysis, everything I could find on any demon possibly connected to the murder. It’s all there.”
“Thank you,” John said, taking the box.
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Marie is seen sitting in a nicely furnished living room. She is wearing her night gown and she wrings her hands in worry. It’s very late and John still hasn’t come home yet. He had gone out to hunt the demon that had killed his parents again. She was sick of it, all this stress. She didn’t need it. This was not the marriage she had singed on for she thought as John opened the front door and entered. He is older since the last time we saw him.
“John, where have you been I was so worried,” Marie says, walking over to him.
He has his back turned to her as he places hi jacket on the coat rack, “I’m fine,” he says turning to her.
“John,” she says in alarm, noticing the large cut near his eye.
“I’m fine,” he says, kissing her and going upstairs. Marie sits down on the couch. The sound of shower turning on upstairs can be heard. She begins to cry. It’s all just too much for her to handle. I never wanted this she thought.
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John is seen being rushed into a hospital. He is completely bald now and about 35 years old.
“My wife, where’s my wife?” John asks one of the orderlies rushing him.
“I don’t sir. Don’t worry she’ll be here soon,” he says with an encouraging smile.
“What happened to his legs?” the nurse asks when they rush him into the ER room.
“We don’t know we found him like this.”
“Marie, my wife,” Locke says as the doctors whisk him away.
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“What did the doctors say?” John’s Uncle asked. They are in the hospital room. John is lying in the bed and his Uncle is sitting in a chair beside him.
“I won’t ever be able to walk again. I need a wheel chair.”
“What happened really, none of that bullshit about a gang.”
“I found the demon that killed my parents and I fought it.”
“It looks like it won.”
“I killed it.”
“But at what price?” his uncle said and with that he left leaving a note for John it was from Marie. She had left him for good and she wasn’t planning on coming back.
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