okay first fan fiction so deal with the spelling errors and what not
with that said I absolutely love " falling skies" and thought it would be fun to try to write a fan fic for it, ( and a side not Lourdes and Hal would just be awesome so no hating) and with that said I don't own falling skies all those rights belong to the directors and such!:D
I've recently edited this chapter. please read and tell me if it sounds any better!
Lourdes P.O.V
Anne gave me a simple job, all I had to do was go out a couple miles outside of camp, and look around at this pharmacy, that looked promising with medical goods. Simple right… Yes, Yes it was…
"so can you do it Lourdes" Anne gazed up from her patient who had poison ivy.
" yeah I can" I looked up at her, just to make sure she wasn't kidding.
she only nodded her head getting back to her work.
"just be careful please Lourdes, and maybe you should take someone with you.. perhaps Hal or maybe some of the other soldiers...?" Anne trailed off getting back to rubbing the ointment on the young child's arm. I frowned when she said that, didn't she trust me.. I mean there was no sight of any mechs or skitters anywhere.. right?
I shrugged the thought off stepping out of the medic bus,grabbing my green backpack at the door.
Lost in thought I hadn't realized I was stepping on some of the tools that Hal seemed to of been using to fix his bike.
" Hey Lourdes .. your uh stepping on my tools" called up Hal
I jumped, looking down at the foreign objects I was stepping on.
"oh sorry,Hal.. I hadn't realized I was stepping on these" I dropped to the ground picking them up and setting them closer to his reach.
" hey no problem Lourdes.. so uh where you heading to?" he asked. I was about to question what he meant till I remembered what I was out to do.
" oh uh Anne is having me go out to that pharmacy that we passed by coming up here.. I need someone... never mind I better get going" I replayed with a smile.
" huh, well you need someone to go with you, I mean… not that your not capable of taking care of yourself… or… Lourdes you don't even know how to shoot a gun" he said with a smirk.
I glared, turning around on my heel, walking over to Weaver to ask for a hand gun of some sort, even though I hadn't a clue how to use it. and despite my mind telling me I was nothing like Maggie who could shoot a skitter down blind if she liked, I kept my thoughts happy and strong .
I walked over to Weaver who was gazing carefully at a map of Boston.
" Uh Weaver you wouldn't but any chance have a hand gun of some sort laying around that I could possibly borrow while I go out looking for medical supplies, would you"? I ask sweetly, but when Weaver looked up to see who was talking to him he just laughed and I mean laughed, I put my head down with embarrassment.
" Uh Lourdes…not that I don't trust you or anything, but you don't even know how to shoot, and what's that talk about leaving camp, do ya got any someone's going with you"? you asked.
" Well no… but that pharmacy is only a few miles out, and you said it yourself, that the skitters already went through that area I'll be fine" I replied with a smile.
He grunted holding out a knife, that looked as if it could dismantle a grizzly which I suppose would come in handy if I was wrestling bears but I'm not-… I frowned taking the knife, and hooking it on my belt loop.
" you be back in two hours Lourdes, if your not back I'm calling a search party, you hear, and if events lead to that your sure as hell will be a bit lot of trouble" he yelled out, as I raced out of there.
" I'm not a child" I said under my breath, as I took the faithful steps out of camp, I turned around to see Hal gazing over at me, I gave a small wave, he only nodded getting back to work on his bike.
I pulled out the list of medical supplies that Anne wanted me to look for, simple stuff mainly, : Advil, some various pain killers, and some asthma medication for one of the little kids, that we were dangerously low on so I put that on my top priority, though I had mixed feelings about finding that. but while walking/jogging I was praying the whole time, more simple stuff, that I would find the medication. That I would be able to get there and back in one piece.
Getting there was no problem, getting in was a whole other story, while I had high hopes, and playing the game of luck, I seemed to have lost both, but at least I had a chance… there was only one.
" okay Lourdes you can do this, just like Anne all I have to do is find that soft pallet, and kill it easy, I'm small its big, wont even expect me… right" I breathed out taking a step to get a closer look, to make sure that there was no other skitters.
" okay just run, stab, then victory dance alright I can do this " I took a deep breath, sent a silent prayer for strength, then took the mighty steps, that could either lead to my death, or a happy dance, and bringing home the goods, my odds were jumbled up, but I kept praying, and stepped forward.
I had this whole silent kill ninja act in my head, but I never saw the broken bottle, I stepped right on it, making the suspenseful silent moment into a loud intense moment with that one big ugly skitter looking my direction.
" aw crap" I whispered under my breath, I dropped my bag and pulled my hair up in a pony tail, waiting to see who was going to make the first move.
The skitter eyed me, as I walked closer, and pulling the knife from my belt loop, that's when it reacted.
It started running towards me, but I was able to side step it , and letting out a good kick in one of its six legs, the beast grunted running at me again throwing me backwards with just a simple flick of a arm.
I was no where near cut out for this, I was no fighter I was just Lourdes the medic aid to Anne... I cant do this.. can I?
I tried my hardest to not scream in pain, I looked down at my arm, and already at the elbow it was turning a shade that my tan skin should not be making. But thinking back to my little's days I remember how the good guy would play dead, and the bad guy would run up thinking he was victorious, and right then the good guy would jump up with a mighty kill.
So I did just that, and like expected the green beast walked over slowly till it was right above me, I took that one mighty moment and lurched forward with the knife, stabbing it just under the chin, its blood swelled out; and I let an ugly grin across my face... I was no killer and I could already feel the guilt. though I have to say the smell was the worse, it was somewhere near rust, and moldy bread... both were revolting and made me want to vomit, this this morning burnt bread and cold coffee. The skitter screamed out, and I noticed something in its eyes that I would call "fear" it had me confused but as fast as I say the confusing expression it went away, its eyes flickered to something. I could tell if the skitter had a real face it would be giving me an evil smile.
I tried to force it off me, but that only lead to more of its blood on my arm and eventually the hot liquid dripped on my face, I was about ready to let out an angry scream when it bashed my head against the ground, my vision went blurry, and I could feel a wet dampness on the back of my head. I could hardly see the skitter getting off of me, and I was just as surprised when a blurry shadow walked over me.
"Help" I whispered.
The shadow laughed and turned around as if to discuss my death to the skitter. It was then that I saw the ugly piece of metal hooked on to its back.
I slowly crawled away, and with the combination of my aching elbow and my head, every movement hurt. I tilted my head back and saw him. I looked around trying to find something sharp, and remembered the knife weaver gave me. but I instantly remembered that I had lodged it into the skitter. I brought myself to my knees and then up on my feet. I tried to run but I only got a few steps, when I turned around.. the site I saw, was something I don't like to see.
He was a boy at least 15 holding a gun pointed right at me. ' he's going to shoot me' I thought to myself, but the boy dropped the gun to his side, and ran at me, he had something in his hand, it shimmered silver in the sun, I knew what it was and I didn't know what to do "he must have gotten it out of the skitter but..." I turned my head to see the skitter lying still. the boy had tears just brushed under his eyes.. I had a feeling I made him angry.
So when he finally reached me I kicked him in the shin hoping it would slow him down so I could run away. but all that happened was himself dropping the probably heavy gun and running faster, I glanced over my shoulder, and he leaped right on top of me, and everything happened to fast. The knife he had was pointed at my abdomen, and I was just able to push him off, the knife skidded across the ground. I rolled over to it and well.. when he leaped on top of me it lodged into his stomach. I gasped at the accidentally action, he was still on top of me and the where the knife was, was bleeding profusely.
I didn't mean to...
I rolled him off of me , got up. and walked away dropping the knife. I picked up my bag some few paces away and took silent steps to the pharmacy, tears were begging to fall, but I was questioning why, I killed my well killer... he was trying to kill me... I.. killed someone... the thought echoed in my head
The red door opened easy, looking inside almost everything was picked clean off the shelf's but I was luckily able to find what I needed
Taking one last glance at the skitter and the boy.
" he had a name, a family.. he had a life" I said before leaving. It was getting dark, Weaver, Anne…. They were not going to be to happy when I got back, I was surly out longer then two hours.
~~No ones P.O.V~~
" Alright Hal, Maggie, Ben, and tom you guys head out to the pharmacy, and I'll need 3 other fighters to come with me, we'll go see if she went up into town, we'll all meet at…-"
" hey looks its Lourdes…." called out Matt who was standing with his dad. he hopped on his feet pointing to the entrance of the camp.
All heads turned to see Lourdes, she had a blank expression on her face, and was covered in blood, her hair was matted in back where dried blood was. and she didn't stop to talk she just kept walking past everyone to the medic bus.
" Damn Lourdes you better have something good, what happened to you" Weaver said.
Weaver followed close behind, and was soon followed by the rest of the group.
before reaching the medic bus Lourdes turned around with the same blank expression, but seeing everyone's worried faces she lashed out.
"I didn't mean to... just please. .alone..." she paused for a moment" and bury the boys body... he looked like a Marcus..." she said turning on her heal, and stepping into the medic bus.
Hal was the first to react, and was just about to follow when he felt a hand on his shoulder
" She'll talk when she wants to…." Maggie said, giving him a careful look. she pulled her eyebrows together when he didn't respond, so like everyone else she slowly walked away. Hal on the other hand, standing there a few more moments, looking through the window. Lourdes was in Ann's arms, clearly crying. Hal wanted to do something but didn't know what to do.. he slowly turned around himself feeling a pull at his heart
' wouh… do I actual care for Lourdes, I mean I like everyone else wants to know what happened but what's this odd feeling…. Gah.. This is awkward'
Hal mentally slapped himself, and tried shrugging it off. He walked over to his bike hoping to get his mind off things, but remembered he fixed that an hour ago. So he shrugged his gun off his shoulder, and went to find Matt, he promised he would teach him how to shoot. He will have to ask Weaver if he still has that old 22 lying around.
~~Lourdes P.O.V~~
" I kind of sort of killed someone" I kept replying that thinking maybe, a new meaning would come out of it, but at the end of the day it still meant the same thing. I tried praying but my mind was to hyped up and full of guilt to even sit still and focus. I remember seeing Hal, he was the last to leave the group standing outside of the medic bus.
" Hal, he… acted like cared?" I felt my self flush,' I've always liked Hal, but with Karen and even Maggie the possibilities were impossible, but perhaps…. Gah this needs to stop' it was a little past 10 or I thought so, time, days they all mixed together in one number mess, but anyways it was late I was tired and I'm sure Anne would want the stuff I found. I took the guilty steps to Anne. who was talking to Tom.
" Hey Lourdes are you okay" it was Tom, his voice sounded out with sympathy, I almost wanted to talk about it but not yet.
" I'm fine Tom" I whispered, and I could feel the tears seeping there way out again, but I took a deep breath, and looked up at Anne she smiled softly. and took the bag I was holding out for her.
she sighed. " Thank you" she said softly. She stood on her toes and whispered something to Tom, he glanced at her then me, and then walked away, outside.
I could honestly say I didn't feel like talking... I didn't really feel like doing anything.
I pulled my jacket off, un happy to see the blood stains, that were clearly not mine. my elbow stung when I pulled my jacket over the bruised elbow, Anne looked over at my pained face with question.
" I uh hurt my elbow can you wrap it up... and my head" I asked pushing a sad smile.
Anne nodded yes and reached for the wrap breathing through her teeth when she saw my elbow, and her eyes even wider when she saw the blood matted in my hair .
" some bruising you have there. as for your head it should be fine, I'm just going to clean it up, Lourdes you want something for it" she asked kindly wrapping my elbow gently, and then getting to work on my head .
" No… I'm fine I'm just going to sleep it off" I said pulling away when she was done. I quickly washed my hands and tried cleaning the blood off my jacket, but in the end, there was probably always going to be a soft red stain there. I left my jacket by the sink to dry and walked back over to my sort of comfy cot.
I prayed my usually prayer asked God to heal those hurting, and bring peace over those missing children and I also prayed that I would be forgiven for… killing that boy, I brushed away the tears and finished with an Amen, slipping under the covers drowning out today, and ready to wake up to tomorrow.
I had to of been sleeping for at least an hour, when I heard the screaming, Anne pushed her self up from her own bed.
" did you hear that" she whispered I nodded, we both fell silent when we heard the thudding of… Mechs. Anne reached for the black gun she kept under her cot, I only got up and quickly tied my boots on feeling useless.
We heard someone stepping onto the Bus, Anne stood up with her gun raised but put it down when she realized who it was; Hal.
" guys get up, get what you can Mechs, there here, ditch the bus and follow my dad he's just behind the bus with some others but hurry we've already killed one mech and few skitters but there's more coming" Hal gazed over at me, saying more with his eyes, I was confused but followed orders helping Anne with the medic bags and gathering what we could carry. I pulled my jacket on, and slung one of the big red bags over my shoulder, I looked out the window seeing Hal and a few others fighting a skitter off, we probably had two more minutes before we would have to run like crazy to Tom… but maybe that two minutes was coming sooner, because as I was just reaching the last few bottles of Pain killers, the bus was flipped, with both me and Anne inside, all I remember was the pain in my elbow and the throbbing head ache, and then Ann's eyes glossy with worry and fear, everything after that was black and white.. But mostly black.
sooo thats chapter one, review if I should add chapter two, uh I know I have spelling grammar errors and all that Jazz, but comment tell me what I need to do and so on, and... ~~~ yeah:) ( remember this is my first FANfiction, soo I'm trying)