I have no idea where this came from, or for what purpose. It's very short, more of a comparative piece about Ben's life pre-invasion and post-harness. I know I should be working on the new chapter of Two Sides of the Same Coin, but I've hit a bit of a wall… I'm hoping to get it written tomorrow.
Oh and if you want, check out my Falling Skies vid on YouTube :) My user-name is the same as .
I hope you enjoy!
REFLECTIONS OF A WAR-TORN WORLD
DancerInTheDark101
Ben thinks back to a time before the invasion and wonders what his classmates would think of him now. Set in season 2.
-FALLING SKIES-
Ben sat on the fallen tree stump, staring at the Heckler & Koch G36K assault rifle. The sleek black weapon had been given to him several months earlier, when he had first approached Captain Weaver about joining the Second Mass's fighting unit.
He'd killed with this weapon. He'd learnt how to hold it properly; learnt how to fire it accurately and then he'd learnt how to kill with it.
The sandy-haired teenager sighed as he played with the safety switch on the rifle, relishing in the sharp click it made when he flicked it on and off. After a few minutes he placed the gun beside him and looked down at his hands.
He turned his bare hands over, taking in every inch of dirt, cuts and bruises that decorated the pale flesh. Normally they would be covered by a pair of fingerless gloves, but today he had opted to go without.
Jimmy's funeral had been three days ago. The boy had been Ben's only real friend within the Second Mass, and even gaining his friendship had been a tough battle. Just as he thought he was gaining some credibility within the ranks of the militia regiment's soldiers and civilians, he'd manage to screw everything up and Jimmy had paid the ultimate price.
Just when had he become so stupid?
Before the invasion, he'd been an A-grade student. He was placid, well-mannered and had a large circle of good friends. He'd hated guns with a passion and would have rather spent all day inside with his friends studying or playing video games.
Now… now he was a virtual stranger to his old life. School was obsolete; he was rude and often angry and he had no friends. He now had a weapon strapped to him at almost every waking minute and he got antsy if he was stuck inside for too long. Not to mention the fact he was a bona fide freak… a freak with metal spikes sticking out from his spine that somehow gave him enhanced abilities and allowed him to hear radio frequencies.
He needed to accept the fact that he was no longer the math-geek he used to be. He'd told Hal time and time again that he was no longer that boy, but to be honest, he was still trying to come to terms with it himself.
What would his friends think now? Would they still want to be friends if they knew what he had done? Would they still talk to him if they knew what he was?
Ben honestly didn't think so.
Uh yeah, very short ficlet here… I honestly didn't know what else to write and anything I did write ended up being deleted. I hope it reads okay…
Let me know if you'd like some more chapters on Ben (or any other character) for comparisons and/or introspective pieces. PLEASE REVIEW! :)