Okay. Here's a brand new one. The idea just kind of came to me. Please read my A/N at the bottom! Enjoy! R&R!
"Abort! Abort! Retreat! Run!" Tom was yelling out commands.
What had started out as a simple food run, turned into an all out ambush. Mechs and skitters were swarming the place. Tom and his group were fighting. Shooting away all of their bullets. As they ran out of ammo, they grabbed their knives and tried to get in close. Ben was dealing with several skitters, as were Dai, Hal, Tom, and Maggie.
Thankfully, there were only four mechs. The team had used their mech bullets and had just finished taking out the first three, but one still lingered.
Once Ben had defeated and killed all of the skitters surrounding him, he advanced forward to try and help his fellow comrades. As he was scanning the situation, he saw the fourth mech closing in towards Hal. Ben started running.
Just as he reached his brother, the bullets followed the path of the blue lights trained on Ben's stomach. Hal finished off his few skitters, and turned around just in time to see his little brother fall to the ground.
As the mech was about to shoot off another round, it began to stagger back from the bullets piercing it's metal outside. Hal watched as it fell to the ground, wires still sparking. Then he turned around to see Anthony, Pope, and the other Berserkers. Along with Weaver, and two other soldiers.
For a minute, the whole group stood there, stunned, looks of gratitude worn upon their faces. Then Hal seemed to be struck by the memory of Ben getting severely injured, and rushed over to his little brother.
Ben didn't remember much, but he did remember pain. Lots and lots of pain. But now, it was fading. Everything was fading. His eyesight was starting to dim around the edges, and black spots danced in front of him. He had his hands resting on his abdomen.
The longer he tried to focus more intently on the things that happened, the harder he found it to stay pinned to one thing. His thoughts were jumbled, and all over the place.
He decided to attempt to understand his wounds. Ben remembered fighting skitters, and then the mech had its lights trained on Hal. He had rushed over there, just as the robot began it's first round of hard bullets.
Jarred back into reality, he felt his hands on something warm, and sticky. They became even more slippery the longer his hands lay rested on his stomach. Ben had felt his eyes begin to close, but was brought back by a familiar voice shouting his name.
"Ben! Ben! Ben?" a voice yelled.
He struggled, but was eventually able to open his eyes. As he looked up, Ben saw a pair of eyes staring back at him, full of worry. He tried to reply, but only ended up gasping for breath.
"Shhh," the voice cooed. By now, Ben was able to recongnize the face of which the voice belonged to. Hal. His older brother.
A few seconds later, he saw another face pop up, wearing the same expression as Hal. The features were a bit older, though. And this man had a beard. Tom. Ben's father.
"Ben?" Ben's father asked hesitantly. He could see tears in his dad's eyes. How bad was it? The pain had begun to subside, but that could be because he was slowly slipping into unconsciousness. "Ben, I know it's hard, but you gotta try to stay awake. We're gonna have to lift you up. So just, sit tight," his dad said to him. "Hal. Help me."
Hal looked up with moisture forming in the corners of his eyes, but nodded and rose to his feet. Together, Hal and Tom lifted Ben up. He groaned.
"I'm sorry, Ben. But we gotta get you to Anne back at camp. Just, stay awake. Focus on my voice." Tom tried to stay calm, but he had worry etched into all of his features. He was tense, and worry lines creased his forehead. The whole way back, both Masons tried to hold in their tears.
When they got to camp, it had only been about five minutes, but Ben still looked really bad. The food run had barely begun when they were ambushed. Since they were so close to camp, Weaver must have heard the struggle and the gunshots. That's why they came.
Hal and Tom rushed Ben to the medical bus, and the oldest Mason son let silent tears fall from his eyes. As he closed them, more dropped onto Ben's shirt.
Weaver had been following closely behind the two Mason men and rapidly pounded on the bus doors. The door swung open, Anne started to speak, looked down, and immediately understood the urgency of the situation. She ushered the three Masons inside, but kept Weaver back. She had Ben laid down on one of the cots, and then started to push Hal and Tom away.
"No! No, I need to be in here, Anne. Please. It's Ben," Tom pleaded.
As bad as Anne felt for the man, she needed her space. Plus, she didn't want the men to see her operate. "I'm sorry. I can't let you be in here. I'll take good care of him, and call you right when I'm done. But for now, I need my space to work. Me and Lourdes will take care of it," she assured Tom and Hal.
Tom finally started to back away reluctantly, and when he saw the look on his son's face—a look of total despair and stubbornness—he began to drag him to the door. Once they were both out, Lourdes shut the door.
Matt rushed out to find his family once he heard the news that they were back. He ran out of the tent to try and find his family. As he was running by the medical bus, he spotted Hal and his father sitting in chairs. He hurriedly walked over to them.
They both had their heads in their hands so they didn't notice Matt. He could see tears dripping from both their eyes, and dropping onto the ground below them. Something must have gone wrong. Where was Ben?
"Hey, guys. What's wrong. Where's Ben?" Matt asked, jarring the two other Masons from their own little worlds.
Tom and Hal both looked up at the same time. "What?" Hal asked.`
"Where's Ben? You guys were crying, what's wrong?" Matt repeated. When the two men refused to reply, and just sat there looking anywhere but Matt with guilt in their eyes, he started to worry. "Why are you outside the medical bus?" he asked. Although he was afraid he already knew the answer. "How bad is it?" Matt questioned, his face downcast. He had thought about this theory before, and all of the evidence led back to it.
"Matt," Tom sighed.
"No! No! He's Ben! He's gotta be alright!" Matt yelled. He wanted to know what happened, but he was also terrified. He always worried about his family getting hurt, and today, it had happened. "Okay. How bad? What happened?" Matt asked, more calmly.
"He's pretty hurt, buddy," Hal replied. "But you were right. He's Ben. He'll pull through."
Matt nodded, but it sounded more like Hal was trying to convince himself. "Can we see him?"
The two men shook their heads. "Dr. Glass is gonna call us when she's done with the operation," Tom said.
"Okay," Matt muttered.
"But why don't you wait here with us?" Hal told his little brother with a gentle voice. The youngest Mason nodded, and walked into his older brother's arms. Hal picked him up, and set him on his lap.
He didn't think that Hal meant for anyone else to hear it, but he said quietly, "Now all we have to do is wait."
Okay. So, I'm gonna give you guys an option.
I can either make it so the injuries are not super severe, and Ben has a happy reuniting with his family.
Or I can give him a very sad, soulful, meaningful, hero's death.
Please either PM me or leave in a comment, which you want me to do! :)