Disclaimer: I don't own Andromeda or any other feature in this story.I
think!
Note: I'm not a total Andromeda hardcore fan, but I do like it! I may have got some info wrong, such as I know Trance and Tyr weren't there when Harper met Beka, and hell - I know that Harper wasn't 11 when he met Beka!! But this is an AU - so that's the way the story goes! Okay?
Another Note: I only update if people like it, people can only tell me they like it by reviewing!! =D Oh yeah.Um.I made this mistake on one of my other stories, I updated like mad before I finished, then I got stuck and left people hanging (I'm so sorry!!!) So If I take a while to update - I'm just working on a few chappies after that!!
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".For god sake man! We have to run!"
"No! If we run we'll lose everything!"
"And if we don't we loose our lives! Which is worse huh? WHICH IS WORSE?!"
An 11-year-old Harper curled up on his makeshift bed and tried his best to blot out the sounds of the argument that was raging below him.
He was sick. Sick of all the arguing. Sick of the running. Sick of being bossed around by 10+ Nietzscheans then getting punished even if he did whatever stupid task he was given, right.
He sat bolt upright as he heard a loud scream from down below. Then another piercing scream, an unearthly scream that seemed to travel straight through Harper, making him shiver. Magog. It had to be the Magog, Nietzscheans didn't get screams like that - they kept their prisoners quiet.
He scrambled to his feet and crept slowly across the floorboards, expertly missing the creaky parts. He climbed out of the small skylight that was hidden in the corner of his cramped space that could barely be called a room.
For once he was glad that the Nietzscheans had starved him, he was pretty confident that the Magog wouldn't be able to get through the skylight, so he slid slowly off the roof and shot off into the night, without bothering to look behind him.
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The next morning, he crept back into the village shivering. He'd spent the night in the base of a hollow oak tree and it'd rained. He was too scared to try and find a better shelter though.
He stopped in horror as he saw the state of his village. Houses were burning, dead bodies piled the streets, dying people clutched at him as he slowly began to make his way through the disgusting site, calling out at him, begging for his help.
He froze when he came to his house, the door stood off its hinges, not a good sign. He crept slowly inside and sank to his knees when he got inside.
A pool of sticky red blood surrounded his mother's torso. Her flesh had been ripped so hard off her face he could see the skull underneath. He placed his hands on the floor and convulsed, vomiting whatever small rations he had manage to scrounge for dinner last night.
He had to get away from the site he knew was going to haunt him for the rest of his life, so with a sickening lurch, he hauled himself up onto his feet and bolted up the stairs into his room.
He slid into a sitting position, leaning on the door and buried his head in his hands falling victim to the sobs that began racking his body.
No. No. No was all he could think, this couldn't be real, it'd happened to other people, hell, It'd happened to his best friend Noah last week, but at least Noah died, he didn't have to carry on living without parents. Hang on.His father.
He stood up and grabbed hold of the door as he swayed. He had to find his father, perhaps he was still alive!
"Shay.Seamus." He could hear a voice gasping out to him from the darkness of the room. He hadn't actually noticed how dark it was until he stood up; it was morning though.Why was no light coming in through the window?
He glanced up and coughed violently as a sharp intake of breath got caught in his throat. His father was strung over the window, blocking all light that tried to enter the room. Harper began to make his way over but then he saw something move, deep within his father's stomach making ripples on the bruised flesh. That only meant one thing.
"Infested.Dad.You.You're Infested." Harper almost threw up again, he backed away slightly afraid that if he got to close he'd get infested too.
"Shay.Listen to me.This is going to be the hardest thing you ever have to do." His father trailed off, wincing slightly as the Magog Larvae squirmed inside him. ".I want you to shoot me."
Harper's eyes went wide. His ears must of shut down for a minute there. Was his father telling Harper to shoot him? It couldn't be! But it was and Harper knew what would happen if he didn't shoot his father, the Magog eggs would hatch and his father would die painfully.
He bent down slowly and pulled the gun out from the hiding place under the rug. Then he pulled it off safety. "Dad.Think about this for a minute.There could be a cure!" He lied, trying to convince his father not to take his life. It was a lie and they both knew it. People would be clearing the dead before they even had a sprinkle of time to start thinking about a cure, by that time his father would've been killed.
Note: I'm not a total Andromeda hardcore fan, but I do like it! I may have got some info wrong, such as I know Trance and Tyr weren't there when Harper met Beka, and hell - I know that Harper wasn't 11 when he met Beka!! But this is an AU - so that's the way the story goes! Okay?
Another Note: I only update if people like it, people can only tell me they like it by reviewing!! =D Oh yeah.Um.I made this mistake on one of my other stories, I updated like mad before I finished, then I got stuck and left people hanging (I'm so sorry!!!) So If I take a while to update - I'm just working on a few chappies after that!!
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".For god sake man! We have to run!"
"No! If we run we'll lose everything!"
"And if we don't we loose our lives! Which is worse huh? WHICH IS WORSE?!"
An 11-year-old Harper curled up on his makeshift bed and tried his best to blot out the sounds of the argument that was raging below him.
He was sick. Sick of all the arguing. Sick of the running. Sick of being bossed around by 10+ Nietzscheans then getting punished even if he did whatever stupid task he was given, right.
He sat bolt upright as he heard a loud scream from down below. Then another piercing scream, an unearthly scream that seemed to travel straight through Harper, making him shiver. Magog. It had to be the Magog, Nietzscheans didn't get screams like that - they kept their prisoners quiet.
He scrambled to his feet and crept slowly across the floorboards, expertly missing the creaky parts. He climbed out of the small skylight that was hidden in the corner of his cramped space that could barely be called a room.
For once he was glad that the Nietzscheans had starved him, he was pretty confident that the Magog wouldn't be able to get through the skylight, so he slid slowly off the roof and shot off into the night, without bothering to look behind him.
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The next morning, he crept back into the village shivering. He'd spent the night in the base of a hollow oak tree and it'd rained. He was too scared to try and find a better shelter though.
He stopped in horror as he saw the state of his village. Houses were burning, dead bodies piled the streets, dying people clutched at him as he slowly began to make his way through the disgusting site, calling out at him, begging for his help.
He froze when he came to his house, the door stood off its hinges, not a good sign. He crept slowly inside and sank to his knees when he got inside.
A pool of sticky red blood surrounded his mother's torso. Her flesh had been ripped so hard off her face he could see the skull underneath. He placed his hands on the floor and convulsed, vomiting whatever small rations he had manage to scrounge for dinner last night.
He had to get away from the site he knew was going to haunt him for the rest of his life, so with a sickening lurch, he hauled himself up onto his feet and bolted up the stairs into his room.
He slid into a sitting position, leaning on the door and buried his head in his hands falling victim to the sobs that began racking his body.
No. No. No was all he could think, this couldn't be real, it'd happened to other people, hell, It'd happened to his best friend Noah last week, but at least Noah died, he didn't have to carry on living without parents. Hang on.His father.
He stood up and grabbed hold of the door as he swayed. He had to find his father, perhaps he was still alive!
"Shay.Seamus." He could hear a voice gasping out to him from the darkness of the room. He hadn't actually noticed how dark it was until he stood up; it was morning though.Why was no light coming in through the window?
He glanced up and coughed violently as a sharp intake of breath got caught in his throat. His father was strung over the window, blocking all light that tried to enter the room. Harper began to make his way over but then he saw something move, deep within his father's stomach making ripples on the bruised flesh. That only meant one thing.
"Infested.Dad.You.You're Infested." Harper almost threw up again, he backed away slightly afraid that if he got to close he'd get infested too.
"Shay.Listen to me.This is going to be the hardest thing you ever have to do." His father trailed off, wincing slightly as the Magog Larvae squirmed inside him. ".I want you to shoot me."
Harper's eyes went wide. His ears must of shut down for a minute there. Was his father telling Harper to shoot him? It couldn't be! But it was and Harper knew what would happen if he didn't shoot his father, the Magog eggs would hatch and his father would die painfully.
He bent down slowly and pulled the gun out from the hiding place under the rug. Then he pulled it off safety. "Dad.Think about this for a minute.There could be a cure!" He lied, trying to convince his father not to take his life. It was a lie and they both knew it. People would be clearing the dead before they even had a sprinkle of time to start thinking about a cure, by that time his father would've been killed.