FALLING SKIES:
Fanfiction
PROLOGUE
Summary: This is a story of a good girl that lost it all during the invasion; her family, her love, and her hope. She loses all faith in ever being happy again. She swore that she would never forget what the invasion did to her and the rest of her family. Now, she is apart of the 2nd mass and she must learn to accept help, overcome grudges, and most all restore hope and love in her life. This is life in the adventurous 2nd mass with all of the characters we all love from the show.
My life was normal before the invasion. I was a good kid. I went to school, got good grades, kept to myself...I never expected that my life was going to change like it did. I remember so clearly the day the aliens came. I was sitting in my room, on my bed, typing a paper for school that was due the next day. My brother, Kyle, and sister, Emily, were playing in the back yard with our neighbors. And my parents were in their bedroom, most likely arguing about something stupid.
When the sky grew dark my first thought was that the sun was only hiding behind a cloud. It was after I heard a scream coming from outside that I thought otherwise. Outside my window I saw a skyline covered with metal ships. They were landing all over the city, with big metal monsters stomping out of them. The metal monsters were huge, at least twelve feet tall, and were glowing from the inside. Thats all I stayed to see though. I ran to my parents' bedroom just in time to hear the sound of bullets firing. My parents ran past me towards the door to the backyard where my brother and sister were standing and staring at the sky in astonishment.
It is hard for me to talk about the next part because of what happened then to my family. However, to understand my story now, you must also grasp what happened to me then. My mom ran and scooped up my brother, and my dad did the same with my sister. As they were running back to the house, more gunfire exploded from a few blocks to my left. I knew that the giant metal death monsters were getting close. The sky was still dark and now the air was cold. I could almost see my breath. I opened the door and stretched out my hand for someone to grab. There was a BOOM! I watched my neighbor's house burn, as it was consumed almost entirely in red and orange tongues of fire. I had been so mesmerized by the aftermath of the explosion that I had almost forgotten about my family entirely. A hail of gunfire rained down upon the neighborhood. Creepy green things started skittering at us several blocks over. They were human sized, and had legs like a spider's. They were green and the closer they got, the scarier they looked.
Then there was another cracking BOOM! The floor boards rattled and there was a flash of red. Searing heat overcame me completely. I felt sick, twisted pain in my stomach as I fell to the ground hard, knocking the air out of me. Then I remember...nothing, blackness, the imminent sense of death creeping in me slowly. I remember gasping for air like a fish out of water, convulsing violently. I wanted the oxygen so badly, but no matter what I did, I couldn't get it. I couldn't reach it. Then there was unconciousness.
When I woke up, everything was like a dream. I couldn't distinguish what had happened and what hadn't. My vision was blurry, and my head was spinning. My ears were ringing, and that made me even more confused. I tried to get up, but when I shifted my weight onto my arm, I felt shocks run up and down my arm and back to my brain. It gave out underneath me, and I fell again. A burning, prickly heat sensation consumed my right arm. It felt like I was being branded with thousands of needles. I tried to let out a cry, but my tears had been dried up and my lungs burned and tightened. I wriggled on the floor, biting my lip hard as to stop me from screaming. I remember looking out the door, hopeful. I remember crawling, inching towards the yard. I felt the charred remains of what used to be grass under my palm. My mom and dad lay next to each other, still and silent. There were pools of blood in the ashy grass. My sister lay sprawled out, with burns all over her body. The cuts and burns were so bad they almost disfigured her face. She was so tiny, so frail..it was like she didn't even have a chance. She was only nine. My brother was also nine. They were twins. Kyle was in my mom's arms, his face buried in her chest. He was spared the disfiguration.
I couldn't move anymore, so I just stayed there. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that this was how it should have been. I should have died with them, but for some universal reason I had been spared.
Then when I was good and ready, I made myself get up. I walked to the kitchen, and got out the first aid kit. When I had fixed my arm the best I knew how, I walked outside and started collecting the rocks. It took me a while, but I had eventually made a separate grave for each of my family members. I stood there, looking down at the heaps of wood and stone covering their dead limp bodies and realized something. My life was going to change so much more than this. I knew then, that I might have to endure so much more pain than I ever had before. I would have to make tough choices, and most of all be strong. I would have to live independently, with no weaknesses, no pain, no sorrow. I would survive, and I would move on...