Greater Good [1: LOST]

prologue.

PROLOGUE.
reckoning.

There was a man standing over him. Edmund whispered to himself over and over again that the man was not there - that he was just a figment of his imagination - but he could not believe his own words. The dead man seemed so real; and Edmund felt that if he reached out to gently touch his face, it would prove whether he was real or not. But he was afraid.

"Oh, Eddie," the man said with his lips drawn back and teeth baring. "How did you get yourself caught up in this position?"

He has been wondering the same thing as well. Only a minute or two prior to this, Edmund had woken up on the beach of an island with no reconciliation of what happened. The last thing he could remember was boarding the plane and chatting with the sweaty man beside him. Of course, after spotting the wreckage on the beach and the dead bodies that surrounded his own, Edmund realized that the plane he was previously on had crashed. He never made it back to Los Angeles.

"You know what I think, Eddie?"

The only breathing one out of the two men remained silent- too shocked, scared, and exhausted to open his mouth.

"I think it's funny how your plane crashed here exactly one year after you murdered me. Maybe its not funny to you- but I, personally, think its fucking hilarious. Its about time shit hit the fan for you!"

He was right; Edmund did not think this was funny at all. Crashing on an island was certainly no laughing matter.

Edmund's vision was beginning to blur, and he was honestly thankful for this, since he no longer wanted to look into the empty eyes of his dead best friend. And it was now too much of a struggle to keep his own eyes open, so he rested them, and welcomed the darkness.

Before he passed out, the dead man spoke once more.

"This is your reckoning."