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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-05-27 02:17 pm
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Kate - Criminal in a Church
Fandom: LOST
Title: Criminal in a Church
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Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kate Austen
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dramaticmuses Prompt: 015. Church
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Kate hides out in a church.
Author's Note: I'm iffy about this one, but I think I like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of LOST. They're owned by ABC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
When she ducked in the doors of the archway, she was surprised she wasn’t struck down by lightening or something of the like. Some kind of heavenly retribution for her sins. That always seemed to be the threat in the small town parish she had grown up in. She wasn’t sure if her mother was ever religious, and she was sure that her father wasn’t, but the three of them found themselves in the pews of the small church every week like clockwork. It seemed to be the norm of the town, and if you didn’t attend, it was assumed that you were some kind of devil worshipper. It was a stigma that no one in the town could afford to have, so no matter what she had believed, she still found herself listening to the Sunday sermon every week, squeezed between a man she hated more than she thought she could and a woman who couldn’t save herself.
She hadn’t set foot in a church since the Sunday before she killed him, and she wouldn’t now, however she knew that a church was the last place the US Marshals were going to look for her, and it was the perfect place to hide out. The place was a bit more ornate than the church she was used to growing up, with fancy stained glass windows and ornate carvings on the walls, and she was a bit awestruck. But it was only for a moment, before she slid into the pew, trying to call attention away from herself, and make it just seem like she’s another one of the parishioners, looking for some quiet time alone with the big man upstairs.
It worked for a few minutes, until she heard the tell-tale creak of the pew behind her. She didn’t look up, didn’t move, just kept her eyes forward and prayed that it wasn’t who she thought it was.
“Pretty clever trick there, Austen,” he whispered, “Ducking into a church.”
“Well—what can I say?” she said softly, “I’m a pretty clever girl.”
“Not clever enough apparently,” he said, before he got up and sat down on the pew right next to her, “Since you’re already on your knees, why don’t you just put your hands behind your head and make things easier for all of us.”
“You’re not going to arrest me in a church, are you?” she said, still not looking at him.
“Well, I’m hoping it wouldn’t come to that,” he replied, “And it won’t if you just get up and go quietly.” He leaned in so that he was whispering in her ear, “But then again this isyou we’re talking about, so might be better for me to cuff you here and call it a day.”
She glanced up, looking around at the people in the church, waiting on something, anything, “If I promise to come quietly, will you not cuff me here?”
“Why should I trust you?”
“Because we’re in a church,” she said slowly, “Why would I lie?”
He took her by the arm and started to drag her out the door, talking to her the whole way. It wasn’t until they were just out of archway that he took an elbow to the nose and a knee to the ‘nads from her and she was gone, slipping through his fingers just like she had done every other time.
He should know better than to trust a criminal—even when they’re in a church.
Title: Criminal in a Church
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kate Austen
dramaticmuses Prompt: 015. ChurchContent Warning: N/A
Summary: Kate hides out in a church.
Author's Note: I'm iffy about this one, but I think I like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of LOST. They're owned by ABC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please don't use them without my permission.
When she ducked in the doors of the archway, she was surprised she wasn’t struck down by lightening or something of the like. Some kind of heavenly retribution for her sins. That always seemed to be the threat in the small town parish she had grown up in. She wasn’t sure if her mother was ever religious, and she was sure that her father wasn’t, but the three of them found themselves in the pews of the small church every week like clockwork. It seemed to be the norm of the town, and if you didn’t attend, it was assumed that you were some kind of devil worshipper. It was a stigma that no one in the town could afford to have, so no matter what she had believed, she still found herself listening to the Sunday sermon every week, squeezed between a man she hated more than she thought she could and a woman who couldn’t save herself.
She hadn’t set foot in a church since the Sunday before she killed him, and she wouldn’t now, however she knew that a church was the last place the US Marshals were going to look for her, and it was the perfect place to hide out. The place was a bit more ornate than the church she was used to growing up, with fancy stained glass windows and ornate carvings on the walls, and she was a bit awestruck. But it was only for a moment, before she slid into the pew, trying to call attention away from herself, and make it just seem like she’s another one of the parishioners, looking for some quiet time alone with the big man upstairs.
It worked for a few minutes, until she heard the tell-tale creak of the pew behind her. She didn’t look up, didn’t move, just kept her eyes forward and prayed that it wasn’t who she thought it was.
“Pretty clever trick there, Austen,” he whispered, “Ducking into a church.”
“Well—what can I say?” she said softly, “I’m a pretty clever girl.”
“Not clever enough apparently,” he said, before he got up and sat down on the pew right next to her, “Since you’re already on your knees, why don’t you just put your hands behind your head and make things easier for all of us.”
“You’re not going to arrest me in a church, are you?” she said, still not looking at him.
“Well, I’m hoping it wouldn’t come to that,” he replied, “And it won’t if you just get up and go quietly.” He leaned in so that he was whispering in her ear, “But then again this isyou we’re talking about, so might be better for me to cuff you here and call it a day.”
She glanced up, looking around at the people in the church, waiting on something, anything, “If I promise to come quietly, will you not cuff me here?”
“Why should I trust you?”
“Because we’re in a church,” she said slowly, “Why would I lie?”
He took her by the arm and started to drag her out the door, talking to her the whole way. It wasn’t until they were just out of archway that he took an elbow to the nose and a knee to the ‘nads from her and she was gone, slipping through his fingers just like she had done every other time.
He should know better than to trust a criminal—even when they’re in a church.