Somewhat the Beginning (A Falling Skies Fanfiction)

Heros Aren't Born, They're Made: Pt. 1

"Tom!" Maggie yelled as we got closer to the barrier, "Get Tom and Weaver!" She told Jimmy, who was behind the barrier. We entered the small opening on the side and Jimmy ran off inside the school and a few moments later Tom jogged out, followed by Capt. Weaver, and met us in the middle of the courtyard.

"What's wrong?" Weaver asked.

"There are mechs headed our way from the North." Maggie answered.

"How many?"

"About five mechs, maybe more. They weren't going very fast and they kept stopping and starting, like they were stalling. I think we may have an hour or so at most." Maggie sighed.

Tom rubbed his bearded chin and he looked at Weaver.

Weaver looked at the guards at their posts and the families starting to fill the courtyard. "There's only one choice." He said to us, then raising his voice, "Seems we have a large group of mechs and who knows what else headed this way. We need the civilians to pack up and hit the road ASAP. Fighters will stay here and try to buy the civilians some time. We'll all meet up at the hotel to the West that we scavenged out a few weeks ago." People stood there until he told them to "Hurry up! We don't have much time. And tell everyone else you head out in 45 minutes." People started scurrying back into the school.

It's a good thing we didn't finish unpacking the stuff from the Clayton scare. I thought.

"Ashley you should go help Ben and Matt pack." Tom said.

"Wait I want to stay and fight." I whined.

Tom shook his head, "No way." and briskly walked back into the school, I followed him, trying to keep up with his pace.

"Tom why not?" I asked.

"Because it's not safe." He was headed into the library. Tom entered and I followed at his heels, I wasn't giving up easily.

Tom started, "Time to pack up guys, a group of mechs are coming. Civilians are moving out and fighters are staying. Hurry up and get that transmitter working, Ben, than it's time to get going."

"What? No dad I can't! Uncle Scott needs my help-" Ben said.

"This is not up for discussion." Tom interrupted. He was about to walk out when Ben grabbed his arm.

"Please dad, just listen," Ben started, "Uncle Scott needs me to find the frequencies for the transmitter. It's really important."

Tom shook his head and I stepped in, "I could stay here and make sure nothing bad happens, plus I get to stay here and out of the main fight."

Tom looked at us and thought for a second then sighed, "Fine. But Ashley don't leave them, and Ben, when I say so...run." Ben smiled and went back to work. Tom walked out and I went to the window and looked outside. I saw the fighters moving cars and boxes towards the North, where the mechs are supposed to be coming from. I could still see the quiet neighborhood in between the flipped cars.

...

I turn from the window, nothing's happened in the past 50 minutes.

"Did you guys find the frequency?" I ask.

"Nope not yet." Uncle Scott answered.

I look towards the window again but this time I see the other soldiers aiming their guns towards the little neighborhood. I could hear groups of people in the hallway hurrying to get out of the building and to our next location.

I don't hear anything else but then I heard the ground rumbling outside. I look past the cars and see a mech walking towards the school. Weaver holds up a hand - meaning cease-fire - and they wait. After a moment Weaver gives the command to shoot and they shot until the mech was on the ground, dead. The people outside were cheering and high fiving each other. Then five more mechs walked down the street, stopped, and aimed.

To Be Continued...