Somewhat the Beginning (A Falling Skies Fanfiction)

Fragments

I woke up and felt my body ache as I tried to get up. I looked around and saw a low-lit, large, metallic room. There was a collection of shoes in one of the room's corners, It's like what happened in the Holocaust. I looked at the solid door with a little slot. Great. I thought, Taken prisoner by a bunch of stupid skitters. Almost instantly my door slammed open and a skitter came in. I backed up against a wall, but the skitter came closer and grabbed my arm. For a second I looked into its eyes, its dark, cold, lifeless eyes.

It tossed me out of the room effortlessly. I flew out of the door and hit my head on a wall. I groaned and the room started spinning. I lifted my head and I saw a skitter standing in front of me, it had the same lifeless eyes. I looked into its hands (or whatever you call those things on the ends of its arms) and it had a long stick that was lit with what looked like electricity at one end, like a Taser. The other skitter exited from my cell and lifted me to my feet, but I was still sore so I just slumped in its arms. I think he conversed with the one in front of me.

I started to resist but the electric rod was coming closer to me so I slumped back down again; I didn't know what that was, but I didn't want to find out. They dragged me through the hallway and I just kept looking at the floor. My head still hurt and I started drifting off. I tried to stay awake to the best of my abilities but the room kept spinning and I kept zoning in and out. I felt the skitter throw me up on a metal table and restrain my arms and legs. I heard a loud whistle and I lifted my head. I was barely conscious, but I could see I was in a large factory room and I saw a large glass cube container filled with a dark mucky liquid. There was something swimming inside. Fish? I focused on it and held my breath when I realized what it was. I started struggling against the restraints, without much prevail.

I continued to wiggle around yelling, "LET ME GO!" I started to plead, "I don't care if you tortured me, shocked me, or even killed me, just please don't harness me!" There was another whistle and I kept screaming. The skitter held me down and after a few seconds I felt something climbing up my back and I started screaming out for Hal. I didn't stop screaming until I felt the harness attach onto the back of my neck and then it latched on to my spine.

The only way I could describe the attaching was pain. I could feel the harness moving along my spine and neck. I wanted to scream but nothing was coming out of my mouth. Then everything started to fade.

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I woke up in my cot. I was sweating even though it was cold in the tent. I had tears on my cheeks and when I sat up I saw Hal at the edge of my cot.

"Oh, hey." I said faking a smile.

"Nightmares again?" He asked. He was looking down at his hands with a sad expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked taking hold of his hand.

He looked up at me. "I'm so sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry for not protecting you."

"You have protected me..."

"No I haven't. I heard you screaming in your sleep. Were you dreaming about being harnessed?"

I brushed my hair behind my ear with my hand. "I don't remember much of it. Just fragments, but yea I was dreaming about my harnessing." For some reason that was hard to say. I guess it just flooded the memories back into my mind and I had to fight the tears that wanted to stream out of my eyes.

"I thought so. You know you were never very good at hiding your emotions." He wiped a tear off my cheek.

"I'm sorry if you feel bad about what happened to me Hal, but it was my fault. I made the choice to leave and I paid for it." My voice wavered and there was a lump in my throat. I got up and hugged Hal.

"I also hate how Ben found out too late that you left." He started.

"Ben's the one who found my note?"

"Yea, he felt awful that he didn't find it sooner." He shrugged. "Anyway, I'm going on a mission soon." He said, "But we should hang out later." I nodded in agreement then he left.

After a few minutes I went outside to our little over-pass home to get some fresh air and food. When I walked by some people looked at me like they didn't trust me, and some looked like they were scared of me. I knew it wasn't anything personal, and that it happens to a lot of de-harnessed kids, but I still felt awkward. I grabbed my food then walked back to my tent, still feeling the eyes on me. Even though I've been back with the 2nd Mass. for a week now (even though most of that time I was in a medically induced coma) I still didn't feel at home anymore. The same people who's kids I helped are looking at me like I've killed somebody. Of course I just might've, I don't remember much after they put the harness on me.

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So what did you think of the last chapter? I hope you liked it, and I hope you liked this one too. In this chapter I tried to take a situation that happens a lot in Falling Skies (though it may not happen that often to the people in the 2nd Mass.) I still wanted to give you a look into how it feels to be harnessed. Did I succeed?