“I’m just a teacher, Alex,” Ben said softly, his voice trembling slightly. “And right now, that is more than enough.”
“Ben, you’ve got that look again,” Arzt chirped from the corner, clutching a stack of ungraded science labs. “The ‘I-could-rule-this-place-better’ look.” Lost_6x06_Dottor_Linus_ITA_DVDRip_XviD-tridimen...
The fluorescent lights of the West Hollywood High faculty lounge flickered, casting a sickly pale glow over Benjamin Linus as he poured a cup of lukewarm, bitter coffee. He wasn't a leader of men here; he was a man of European History, frequently ignored by teenagers who found the French Revolution less interesting than their cell phones. “I’m just a teacher, Alex,” Ben said softly,
He blinked, and the vision was gone. He was just a man in a cheap polyester tie. He wasn't a leader of men here; he
The words hung in the air, sweet and poisonous. For a moment, Ben felt a flicker of something ancient and dark—a memory of a life he never lived, where he moved pieces on a chessboard and held the power of life and death. He saw a flash of a jungle, the smell of damp earth, and the weight of a pistol in his hand.
As he walked to his beat-up sedan in the cooling evening air, Ben looked up at the moon. For a split second, he felt a strange sensation, as if the ground beneath the parking lot wasn't asphalt, but something shifting, mystical, and hungry.
Ben retreated to his classroom. On the chalkboard, the name Napoleon was written in his precise, cramped handwriting. He often felt a kinship with the exiled Emperor. He felt like he was living in his own version of Elba—a quiet, suburban exile where his greatest enemy wasn't a rival faction or a smoke monster, but Principal Reynolds, a man of staggering incompetence.