Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect
A Dark Past
John Shepherd awoke to the sounds of screaming. He could hear gunshots in the distance. Today was his sixteenth birthday, sixteen years on the planet Mindoir. John jumped up and ran into the kitchen. Nobody was there and was dishes and food littered everywhere.
John ran back into his room and looked outside the window. There was a column of smoke rising from the city. He threw on a pair of clothes and ran out of the house. His heart was beating hard. Screams echoed up the hill from the small colony below.
John ran down toward the city as fast as he could. He tripped over a fallen log on the road in front of him. His body crashed into the ground and he rolled a couple feet downhill. Ignoring the pain, he lifted his legs and continued down the road until he reached the city.
The buildings were fallen and burning. Bodies were everywhere littering the ground. The smoke was coming from the center of the city so John cut through the streets to see what was happening. Lying dead on the ground was a heavily armed man John recognized as a slaver. He picked up the slavers assault rifle and ran toward the city square.
When Shepherd came near the square he saw at least ten slavers holding a group of men and women hostage. He recognized a few of his friends and his parents in the group.
"Kill them," the lead slaver screamed.
"No," John cried.
His Father looked at him with love in his eyes then, shots were fired. The twenty hostages all fell dead on the ground in the square. John dove behind debris to escape the gun fire raining down upon him from the slavers. When their guns overheated he rose up and shot at the men who destroyed his life. Two of them fell and the others found cover.
John surveyed his surroundings. Slavers were coming from every direction. He was surrounded and going to die. John stayed behind the rubble until the slavers guns were overheated again. He ran out into the open and unloaded all the fire from the gun it had. Three more slavers fell and he aimed at the lead when he found he had run right in front of him but his gun was overheated.
"Shit," John swore. The lead slaver had bright blue eyes and dark tan skin. He smashed his gun down upon John's head and the teenager fell onto the street.
"You bastard, you killed my family," John screamed. Ten other slavers surrounded John and the leader pointed his gun toward John's head.
"They deserved it," the slaver spat at him with a smirk on his face. A bright blast whizzed across the leaders face. More blasts rained upon the slavers and John was losing consciousness. Before his head hit the ground he saw the leader scampering off down the street and Alliance marines standing over him.