A/N-ok sorry I will get to the actual story soon I promise I just am
chasing random plot bunnies right now; Next chapter will be longer and
Harper meets Bobby and some action (I hope). Thanks to those who reviewed
Summary-Harper starts to think about his past the days after his parent's death. Kind of a flash back with flashback, basically, more about Harpers past in a AU (ok I invented some sisters for the guy)
(Harper Family's home in the camps after his families death)
Harper sat in the hut he had once called a home. With his parents gone it was an empty place to sleep. He avoid the house as much a possible. He sat on the floor drinking the last of the cheap beer he had gotten at the local everything store, liquor, drugs, and food all available for the right price. Harper had found himself selling off anything he could find in the past weeks to buy beer, drugs or anything to dull the continuous ache in his chest. He slept all day and stayed up all night planning his revenge.
The fact his parents were gone continue to hit him in new and different ways. The garbage that was slowing collecting around the home; his mother had always found away to keep the tiny home clean. Her smile and talks of keeping hope even when things were at their lowest. The hugs she gave when he said he was fine but she knew the truth. His father waking him up each morning but letting him sleep in the night after a raid. Knowing what his son was doing but never commenting. It wasn't just missing them, it was the little things that made life unlivable these days.
He had burst into tears the other night when he had come back from a raid and there was no candle sitting on the crates they called a table in the main room. Tears over a candle. Why his parents choose to waste candles sitting out waiting for him to come home he would never know. He cried himself to sleep over a candle.
That was not the first or last night he cried himself to sleep. He remembered the days after finding out about his older sisters' deaths, Kari and Tara. He remembered the night after finding out about Kari. He had cried himself to sleep for a week in his mother's arms wishing they were his sister's Kari.
Harper and Tara were only a year apart and handful. Kari was five years older than him and his second mother. Kari looked after him and his mother looked after Tara. Separate Harper and Tara were manageable together they were trouble. The three of them, Tara, Harper and Kari, had been playing outside the day the Magog invaded their home in the country. Kari was only eight but she grabbed two year old Harper and four year old Tara by the wrist and started running for the house. Tara broke away and went back for her doll. Kari hid with Harper behind some rocks and told him to wait and not to come out till she came for him. Kari went to find Tara but Harper followed. She looked back and then picked up Harper and carried him back to the house. The hid in the attic and Kari held Harper so tight he could barely breathe. When the Magog broke into the house Harper tried to scream and break away but Kari held him in a death grip and clamped her hand over his mouth. Harper bit into her hand so hard that she had the scar, a prefect impression of his teeth, until she died at the age of 16, sweet 16 and all grown-up.
They had moved to the camps after his sister Tara had been found mauled by the Magog. When his other sister, Kari died, he had been 11 still getting over the pneumonia. He had been sick for several weeks. His family had finally taken down the curtains that separated his parents and their bedroom and the main room from the sleeping room to sell them to get some medicine for him. The story as he was told from his parents was that they sent her out late that night to get the supplies.
Neitzchien guards found her with the ratty curtains and beat her as punishment for stealing. Everything in the house was Neitzchien property she was told. She was a Kluge and owned nothing. The next morning his father found her battered body. Harper knew now that they had not only beaten but also raped his sister but his parents never told him that part. He just knew it from life in the camps. She lasted two more days. Time enough to see his fever break, Harper never woke up enough to say goodbye.
Harper lay on his cot continuing to cry. First Tara, then Kari, then his parents all dead because of him. If he had stayed behind the rock Kari could have saved Tara or if he hadn't been there she wouldn't have gotten away or if she had Kari would not have had to choose between him and Tara. Kari wouldn't have lost her life and innocence over curtains, if he hadn't been sick. His parents had given up their lives for him. His whole family was dead because of him. How many more lives would he be responsible?
No more deaths because of him he promised. He finished the last of the beer and fell in to a drunken dreamless sleep.
*****Before someone comments about Harper's sisters and their ages
-I can maker and kill off new characters if I want to (I am not a big fan of the idea that a family with one child would have that one kid live till adulthood in a place like earth)
-Second the ages (and the variations) well their birthdays vary making them about certain years apart. My brother is 4 years apart from me but there were times when we were 3 years apart.
If you don't like it sorry
Summary-Harper starts to think about his past the days after his parent's death. Kind of a flash back with flashback, basically, more about Harpers past in a AU (ok I invented some sisters for the guy)
(Harper Family's home in the camps after his families death)
Harper sat in the hut he had once called a home. With his parents gone it was an empty place to sleep. He avoid the house as much a possible. He sat on the floor drinking the last of the cheap beer he had gotten at the local everything store, liquor, drugs, and food all available for the right price. Harper had found himself selling off anything he could find in the past weeks to buy beer, drugs or anything to dull the continuous ache in his chest. He slept all day and stayed up all night planning his revenge.
The fact his parents were gone continue to hit him in new and different ways. The garbage that was slowing collecting around the home; his mother had always found away to keep the tiny home clean. Her smile and talks of keeping hope even when things were at their lowest. The hugs she gave when he said he was fine but she knew the truth. His father waking him up each morning but letting him sleep in the night after a raid. Knowing what his son was doing but never commenting. It wasn't just missing them, it was the little things that made life unlivable these days.
He had burst into tears the other night when he had come back from a raid and there was no candle sitting on the crates they called a table in the main room. Tears over a candle. Why his parents choose to waste candles sitting out waiting for him to come home he would never know. He cried himself to sleep over a candle.
That was not the first or last night he cried himself to sleep. He remembered the days after finding out about his older sisters' deaths, Kari and Tara. He remembered the night after finding out about Kari. He had cried himself to sleep for a week in his mother's arms wishing they were his sister's Kari.
Harper and Tara were only a year apart and handful. Kari was five years older than him and his second mother. Kari looked after him and his mother looked after Tara. Separate Harper and Tara were manageable together they were trouble. The three of them, Tara, Harper and Kari, had been playing outside the day the Magog invaded their home in the country. Kari was only eight but she grabbed two year old Harper and four year old Tara by the wrist and started running for the house. Tara broke away and went back for her doll. Kari hid with Harper behind some rocks and told him to wait and not to come out till she came for him. Kari went to find Tara but Harper followed. She looked back and then picked up Harper and carried him back to the house. The hid in the attic and Kari held Harper so tight he could barely breathe. When the Magog broke into the house Harper tried to scream and break away but Kari held him in a death grip and clamped her hand over his mouth. Harper bit into her hand so hard that she had the scar, a prefect impression of his teeth, until she died at the age of 16, sweet 16 and all grown-up.
They had moved to the camps after his sister Tara had been found mauled by the Magog. When his other sister, Kari died, he had been 11 still getting over the pneumonia. He had been sick for several weeks. His family had finally taken down the curtains that separated his parents and their bedroom and the main room from the sleeping room to sell them to get some medicine for him. The story as he was told from his parents was that they sent her out late that night to get the supplies.
Neitzchien guards found her with the ratty curtains and beat her as punishment for stealing. Everything in the house was Neitzchien property she was told. She was a Kluge and owned nothing. The next morning his father found her battered body. Harper knew now that they had not only beaten but also raped his sister but his parents never told him that part. He just knew it from life in the camps. She lasted two more days. Time enough to see his fever break, Harper never woke up enough to say goodbye.
Harper lay on his cot continuing to cry. First Tara, then Kari, then his parents all dead because of him. If he had stayed behind the rock Kari could have saved Tara or if he hadn't been there she wouldn't have gotten away or if she had Kari would not have had to choose between him and Tara. Kari wouldn't have lost her life and innocence over curtains, if he hadn't been sick. His parents had given up their lives for him. His whole family was dead because of him. How many more lives would he be responsible?
No more deaths because of him he promised. He finished the last of the beer and fell in to a drunken dreamless sleep.
*****Before someone comments about Harper's sisters and their ages
-I can maker and kill off new characters if I want to (I am not a big fan of the idea that a family with one child would have that one kid live till adulthood in a place like earth)
-Second the ages (and the variations) well their birthdays vary making them about certain years apart. My brother is 4 years apart from me but there were times when we were 3 years apart.
If you don't like it sorry