Hey guys! One of my current obsessions: Falling Skies! It's a really good tv series and I was looking for fanfiction about it everywhere! I found one, but I just felt like there should be more. Which is why I'm contributing by doing this 100 Themes Challenge. Hopefully Falling Skies will get more popular, because that would mean more fanfics. Maybe it'll have its own category. I really hope so. Anyways, here's the first theme.
#1: Introductions
Tom Mason tilted his head to check on his two sons. Both looked about as exhausted as he was. Matt had given up on complaining about an hour ago. He was now lagging along, dragging his tired legs and his backpack with him. Hal seemed fine, but the lack of focus in his eyes said otherwise. Conversation would have helped the three, but it was dark and they were on a mission. Silence was safer.
After a month of hiding in stores, Tom had realized that they would not find Ben on their own. They needed help to fight theseā¦these aliens. That was why they were currently on this 'mission'. To find others. Others who could help.
Unfortunately, they had lost track of time and were now stuck looking for new shelter in the dark after leaving their previous one. Fortunately, the dark meant a smaller possibility of getting attacked by the creatures.
"Dad."
Tom looked back to his eldest son. Hal pressed a finger to his lips and nodded his head to the side.
Someone was there.
Once again on the unfortunate side, the dark did not lessen the possibility of getting attacked by other people who were sometimes just as keen on attacking as the aliens. A couple of weeks past the invasion and people were already scavenging for resources in hopes that they would get enough to last a bit longer. It wasn't that there wasn't enough food. It was that there wasn't enough food available with the aliens patrolling everywhere all the time.
Motioning for his sons to back up, Tom held up a knife he had picked up earlier on the road, ready for attack.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Tom stiffened and eyed their attacker who was still hidden in the shadows. The voice came from a girl. A young one. As their attacker slowly left the shadows, Tom saw the gun pointing straight at him. Apparently, knives were useless. Especially at gunpoint.
Pressing the gun to his forehead, she spoke again. "Who are you?" She couldn't have been any older than Hal.
"Tom Mason."
"Karen, there are two others back here." A man interrupted. He stepped out of the shadows as well, holding both Hal and Matt. He was an Asian, muscular and armed. Tom's heart picked up the pace.
"Hal? Matt? You okay?"
"If being in a headlock is okay, then yeah. We're just peachy." Well, teenagers would be teenagers, no matter in what situation. Although, their attackers did seem to have a sense of humor. The man smiled.
The girl grinned as well, continuing her questioning, though seemingly less aggressive.
"What do you want?"
"We're looking for help."
"To?"
"Find my son. Their brother."
This time the girl smiled. Eyeing the man, she said, "Dai, it looks like we've got new arrivals."
The man let go of the two boys, walking over to Tom. Holding out his hand, he spoke, "Welcome to the 2nd Mass"
Comments anyone? Appreciate any feedback! We need to spread Falling Skies love around!
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