The World is Not Innocent (Pt. 1)
Title: The World is Not Innocent Pt. 1
Characters: Hal (centric), Tom, Maggie, Ben, Matt, OC's.
Set: Mid-season 2
Rating: R
Warnings: Graphic non-con (rape), Male/Male, graphic violence, angst, profanity. Explicit.
*This includes very sensitive material and is not meant to offend/ridicule anyone. I do not condone any of these acts. Please be aware of the warnings listed and be advised this material is not for the light-hearted. Very explicit and dark.
Author's Note: This is the first time I've written anything this dark and of this genre. I've read a lot of excellent pieces from other authors on different TV series involving this genre, but never for Falling Skies. Hal and Pope are my favourite characters of the series. But that just makes them my targets for abuse. Please heed my warnings so you are well aware of what your are about to read and still have the chance to backspace now. If not, please enjoy! R&R~
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The world isn’t the same anymore. Anyone could see that and no one could see that changing. Lately, there seemed to be only two types of people: the compassionate fighters who try to survive it and the criminals who thrive in it.
Hal Mason understands this all too clearly with his entire body covered in blood and bruises and all his innocence stolen by the criminals of the new world.
Everything started out routine - scouting for supplies and tracking the Skitters’ movement in the surrounding areas. Normally, Tom Mason would object to have his son, Matt, out in the field doing a supply run, but after much protests and reassurances from Ben, he agreed. After all, this was the new lifestyle of living and the area seemed fairly untouched. And frankly, the Second Mass really needed to replenish their daily decreasing resources.
The market was your average Walmart with food, clothes, and guns combined. The shopping that made everyday living simple now made everyday surviving possible.
The location had been scoped out and free of Skitters. In fact, the whole building looked relatively unscathed from the recent invasion, which was a rare sight to see these days.
When the group enters the building, it was just as quiet which made it twice as eerie in Hal’s opinion. He had been to Walmart to shop (not that he’d ever admit that to his high school pals) and it had always been bright, crowded, and noisy. Now, the dimly lit place was crowded with shadows and deadly silence.
Hal’s thoughts are interrupted by the eruption of clanging shopping carts. He slightly jolts in a turn towards the culprit. Maggie smirks catching his reaction and pulls apart a shopping cart to load with supplies. He smiles at her amusement and follows suit by grabbing his own cart.
Their strategy was to get as much needed supplies loaded into the carts as quick and quietly as possible. Maggie was in charge of raiding the pharmacy, Hal went to the guns and camping department, Tom went searching for edible goods, and both Ben and Matt missioned out for warm durable clothes.
With each task in mind, they sped their carts down the isles. Just a quick in-out mission.
Maybe not so…..
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Matt smiles when Ben and him reach the clothing racks. This was one of his first scouts and it felt like an all day free pass to unlimited amounts of candy. Sure, he was picking out clothes that no one wore for fashion anymore, but the thrill still stuck with him.
Every article of clothing he picked up, Matt would think about who it would best fit and who needed it. Jenny could use new gloves, Sam needed shoes, Mart had rips in his pants, etc. Then suddenly the bright idea pops into his head.
Sarah just had her baby girl! The baby obviously needs clothes too! He glances back at Ben who is crouching down examining the shoe selections. Matt smiles even wider and quietly runs over to the baby department. His target was the pink and fluffy one piece.
No sooner did Matt’s hand brush the pink garment, a firm hand slaps over his mouth and another arm wraps around his waist lifting his body into the person behind him. His eyes are wide with shock as he fiercely struggles to wiggle free with no avail.
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Ben doesn’t know why, but his enhanced instincts kick in, and his head shoots up. He immediately scans the area for his little brother looking high for those dirty blonde curls and low for his rough sneakers. He can’t find either.
“Crap,” Ben softly curses to himself while slowly raising to search for his wandering-prone brother. I did promise I’d look after him….
“Matt,” Ben calls out in a firm whisper. He clutches his gun, his index ghosting over the trigger, preparing for the unexpected. There’s still no sign of anyone - not even his brother. Ben rounds the corner just as the butt of a heavy rifle smashes into his temple. The force knocks his head to the side and his body follows the blow crashing to the ground. Ben’s gun fires a single shot.
In the quiet store, it sounds like an explosion.
The man might think the shot was an accident, but Ben knows that the others know. His family would find them.
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Scavenging for food was annoying and exciting. Tom could actually cherish the food loaded with preservatives. All the perishables had rotten and gone rancid producing a putrid smell among the deli and vegetable areas. The types of food he gathered always narrowed down to a few select isles: canned food, drinks, and dry package snacks.
Hal often joked that they should scavenge McDonalds for it’s forever preserved Big Mac. Tom smiles at the fact and idea.
Tom picks up a box of frosted flakes cereal and holds it. Matt always ate this crap just before school. Tom would nag Rebecca that this would no sooner rot his teeth and she would just smile and tell him, “He’s a kid, Tom. Lighten up.”
Tom smiles softly at the recapped memory. When the shot rang out, the thought along with the smile, all but disappeared. He drops the cereal and swiftly runs to the direction of the gut wrenching sound.
Please, no…
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Maggie’s cart is filling up with some great stuff. Aspirin, morphine, ibuprofen, and shelves full of others. It was like no one had gone to their local pharmacy after the aliens attacked. In fact this whole store seemed so damn pristine.
Maggie continues down each shelf getting the most vital meds for the Med Bus. Her hand quivers as she takes hold of a pill bottle she knows all too well. Oxycodone. The memories of antiseptic, blood, vomit…tears. She tiredly scoffs. It seemed like only just yesterday she was battling brain cancer and now here she is fighting aliens.
She tosses the bottle into the cart and returns to seeking out medications. Maggie had never scavenged from supplies this good in such quantities, especially for a simple supercentre, so she would need to get just about all she could.
Mid reach, a shot rings out and she instinctively crouches below the counter gripping her gun. Gradually, after determining it hadn’t been aimed at her, she peers over the counter. Its still dark, but her eyes have adjusted, and as far as she can tell there isn’t anyone moving. It was strange to hear only one gun shot…
It could be the boys playing a prank… She quickly writes that off. Everyone knows the risk of potentially attracting any serious threats. Maybe it was just a misfire…or maybe one of them is injured…
At that thought she quickly makes her way over to the clothing section. Its an odd, scary feeling thinking about one of them hurt. They are her family now and their safety is everything to her.
If this is a goddamn joke….
Her mind is so preoccupied she fails to keep complete guard. When passing the shadowy toy isle, her head is whipped back by someone grabbing her hair then disarming her in a blink of an eye. Just as Maggie twists to dislodge the hand a fist punches her out cold.
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Hal likes nothing more than examining guns these days. Something about cleaning them and holding them is something he takes enjoyment in. Although, he occasionally misses the days when he could be proud of winning yet another jock of the year award and the attention he received from ladies. But now… he has gained a different - authentic respect. He isn’t idolized for just jock sports anymore because now he is saving and helping people. He doesn’t feel conceited saying that because he knows there is mutual respect among the people he fights alongside.
These weapons he gathers up will help the people defend themselves in order to survive. So he makes sure that he only collects the best.
Although, this department mainly provides your average run of the mill type of guns. But sometimes even a gun is just a gun and that could be the difference between life and death.
Each gun he places carefully into the cart while noting the type of gun and the ammunition he would also need to retrieve. The guns are piling up and Hal smiles, “Today’s scavenge is definitely a gold mine.”
He places another gun in the cart when a crack of gunfire resounds. Hal quickly jerks away from the gun, momentarily thinking it went off, but realizing the shot had come from somewhere else in the store.
Immediately he breaks into a soft-footed jog with his gun held comfortably in his hands. But his mind is far from comfortable.
Just on the far end he spots his dad also looking well alert and holding onto his gun. Hal waves at his dad and quickly closes the gap between them. His dad grips his shoulders bringing him in for a short embrace.
“Have you seen the others?” Hal shakes his head in response to his father’s question. Obviously he is just as confused about what was happening.
“Skitters would have made more noise than this, don’t you think?” Hal states his suspicions, which his dad also seems to agree with by nodding. “I haven’t heard anything since.”
“Maybe there are people squatting here and we’ve stumbled into 'their' territory,” Tom sure as hell hopes they would be friendly enough to negotiate and let them walk away without violence involved.
“Let’s go find your brothers and Maggie,” Tom grits anxiously.
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Hal and Tom creep cautiously around the area. They walk within the shadows, but just in each other’s line of view. Both limit their body movements and instead rely on their eyes to gather any sign of Matt and Ben or any others.
Hal and Tom had decided to make their way over to the clothing department in hopes of finding Matt and Ben. The section is in the dead centre of the market and is lined with racks filled with dusted clothes. Finding someone through the ocean of clothes seemed impossible unless something were to move.
Surely if one of his brothers were hurt they would attempt to get him or his dad. Hal’s gut was churning in a way he did not like. One shot could mean one kill, maybe even two kills.
A dark mass moves among the clothes and Hal clutches his gun even tighter.
“Hal…don’t move,” Tom had spoke unusually loud. Hal stops and slightly crouches into a fighting stance in reaction to his father’s serious tone. He realizes that his father is no longer in his sight.
He hears an aggressive shove until they walk out from behind a tall rack of clothes. A man holds a pistol pressed into the side of his dad’s head.
Hal’s first reaction was to bring up his gun to take aim at the perpetrator, but quickly decides against it. He wouldn’t want to encourage that man’s bullet to leave the chamber into his father’s skull.
“Hal, is it?” The man redundantly asks across the space between them, “Put down your gun and walk forward nice and slow, alright?”
Hal hesitates. This man is probably the reason for his missing brothers and Maggie. Shit. Hal doesn’t want to risk any brash moves without knowing that they are secure.
The gun indents deeper into his dad’s temple. Tom winces but remains compliant with his hands up. The man behind him had a good couple of inches above his dad-and that’s saying something.
Hal clenches his jaw. As he weighs out his options his fighting stance slowly crumbles as he lowers and eventually releases his weapon allowing it to dangle from the strap.
“There ya go. Now, slowly put tha’ gun to the ground.” Hal complies moving carefully to pull the strap off his shoulder and onto the floor. “Atta boy. Now move towards me nice and easy,” Hal can practically feel the man grinning every time he commands him to do as he's told.
“Look,” Hal begins moving forward gradually, “we didn’t realize this was your loot. We will put back the stuff and leave.” The gun remains firm against his dad’s head.
Just as he takes another step forward waiting for a response, another man emerges with Maggie slung over his shoulder. She is limp and dangling.
“Maggie!” Hal instantly bursts and jerks towards the guy.
“Hey!” The man with his dad stops Hal’s movements with the click of the hammer. “We juss wanna chat. Make some new friends. It’s hard to meet such a nice group of people these days, am I right?" The man’s smile becomes incredibly visible to Hal that it makes his stomach flop. The phoniness of this man suggested crueler intentions.
“Yeah, well, this doesn’t make for a good welcome greeting,” Hal sneers. “Release my Dad and Maggie then maybe I’ll feel like chatting.” Hal impresses himself for all of a sudden becoming an excellent negotiator. A trait he picked up no doubt from his dad.
The man just chuckles. “You’re spunky, kid. But you need to realize who is in control here,” he grinds the gun into Tom’s head. “We have your dad, your girlfriend, and the two younger punks. I overestimated ya bunch! I thought ya would put up more of a fight than this…” The man barks out a laugh.
Shit. Ben and Matt… Hal bites his lip. They are so damn screwed.
Next: http://jae-o-rae.livejournal.com/1114.html
Characters: Hal (centric), Tom, Maggie, Ben, Matt, OC's.
Set: Mid-season 2
Rating: R
Warnings: Graphic non-con (rape), Male/Male, graphic violence, angst, profanity. Explicit.
*This includes very sensitive material and is not meant to offend/ridicule anyone. I do not condone any of these acts. Please be aware of the warnings listed and be advised this material is not for the light-hearted. Very explicit and dark.
Author's Note: This is the first time I've written anything this dark and of this genre. I've read a lot of excellent pieces from other authors on different TV series involving this genre, but never for Falling Skies. Hal and Pope are my favourite characters of the series. But that just makes them my targets for abuse. Please heed my warnings so you are well aware of what your are about to read and still have the chance to backspace now. If not, please enjoy! R&R~
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The world isn’t the same anymore. Anyone could see that and no one could see that changing. Lately, there seemed to be only two types of people: the compassionate fighters who try to survive it and the criminals who thrive in it.
Hal Mason understands this all too clearly with his entire body covered in blood and bruises and all his innocence stolen by the criminals of the new world.
Everything started out routine - scouting for supplies and tracking the Skitters’ movement in the surrounding areas. Normally, Tom Mason would object to have his son, Matt, out in the field doing a supply run, but after much protests and reassurances from Ben, he agreed. After all, this was the new lifestyle of living and the area seemed fairly untouched. And frankly, the Second Mass really needed to replenish their daily decreasing resources.
The market was your average Walmart with food, clothes, and guns combined. The shopping that made everyday living simple now made everyday surviving possible.
The location had been scoped out and free of Skitters. In fact, the whole building looked relatively unscathed from the recent invasion, which was a rare sight to see these days.
When the group enters the building, it was just as quiet which made it twice as eerie in Hal’s opinion. He had been to Walmart to shop (not that he’d ever admit that to his high school pals) and it had always been bright, crowded, and noisy. Now, the dimly lit place was crowded with shadows and deadly silence.
Hal’s thoughts are interrupted by the eruption of clanging shopping carts. He slightly jolts in a turn towards the culprit. Maggie smirks catching his reaction and pulls apart a shopping cart to load with supplies. He smiles at her amusement and follows suit by grabbing his own cart.
Their strategy was to get as much needed supplies loaded into the carts as quick and quietly as possible. Maggie was in charge of raiding the pharmacy, Hal went to the guns and camping department, Tom went searching for edible goods, and both Ben and Matt missioned out for warm durable clothes.
With each task in mind, they sped their carts down the isles. Just a quick in-out mission.
Maybe not so…..
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Matt smiles when Ben and him reach the clothing racks. This was one of his first scouts and it felt like an all day free pass to unlimited amounts of candy. Sure, he was picking out clothes that no one wore for fashion anymore, but the thrill still stuck with him.
Every article of clothing he picked up, Matt would think about who it would best fit and who needed it. Jenny could use new gloves, Sam needed shoes, Mart had rips in his pants, etc. Then suddenly the bright idea pops into his head.
Sarah just had her baby girl! The baby obviously needs clothes too! He glances back at Ben who is crouching down examining the shoe selections. Matt smiles even wider and quietly runs over to the baby department. His target was the pink and fluffy one piece.
No sooner did Matt’s hand brush the pink garment, a firm hand slaps over his mouth and another arm wraps around his waist lifting his body into the person behind him. His eyes are wide with shock as he fiercely struggles to wiggle free with no avail.
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Ben doesn’t know why, but his enhanced instincts kick in, and his head shoots up. He immediately scans the area for his little brother looking high for those dirty blonde curls and low for his rough sneakers. He can’t find either.
“Crap,” Ben softly curses to himself while slowly raising to search for his wandering-prone brother. I did promise I’d look after him….
“Matt,” Ben calls out in a firm whisper. He clutches his gun, his index ghosting over the trigger, preparing for the unexpected. There’s still no sign of anyone - not even his brother. Ben rounds the corner just as the butt of a heavy rifle smashes into his temple. The force knocks his head to the side and his body follows the blow crashing to the ground. Ben’s gun fires a single shot.
In the quiet store, it sounds like an explosion.
The man might think the shot was an accident, but Ben knows that the others know. His family would find them.
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Scavenging for food was annoying and exciting. Tom could actually cherish the food loaded with preservatives. All the perishables had rotten and gone rancid producing a putrid smell among the deli and vegetable areas. The types of food he gathered always narrowed down to a few select isles: canned food, drinks, and dry package snacks.
Hal often joked that they should scavenge McDonalds for it’s forever preserved Big Mac. Tom smiles at the fact and idea.
Tom picks up a box of frosted flakes cereal and holds it. Matt always ate this crap just before school. Tom would nag Rebecca that this would no sooner rot his teeth and she would just smile and tell him, “He’s a kid, Tom. Lighten up.”
Tom smiles softly at the recapped memory. When the shot rang out, the thought along with the smile, all but disappeared. He drops the cereal and swiftly runs to the direction of the gut wrenching sound.
Please, no…
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Maggie’s cart is filling up with some great stuff. Aspirin, morphine, ibuprofen, and shelves full of others. It was like no one had gone to their local pharmacy after the aliens attacked. In fact this whole store seemed so damn pristine.
Maggie continues down each shelf getting the most vital meds for the Med Bus. Her hand quivers as she takes hold of a pill bottle she knows all too well. Oxycodone. The memories of antiseptic, blood, vomit…tears. She tiredly scoffs. It seemed like only just yesterday she was battling brain cancer and now here she is fighting aliens.
She tosses the bottle into the cart and returns to seeking out medications. Maggie had never scavenged from supplies this good in such quantities, especially for a simple supercentre, so she would need to get just about all she could.
Mid reach, a shot rings out and she instinctively crouches below the counter gripping her gun. Gradually, after determining it hadn’t been aimed at her, she peers over the counter. Its still dark, but her eyes have adjusted, and as far as she can tell there isn’t anyone moving. It was strange to hear only one gun shot…
It could be the boys playing a prank… She quickly writes that off. Everyone knows the risk of potentially attracting any serious threats. Maybe it was just a misfire…or maybe one of them is injured…
At that thought she quickly makes her way over to the clothing section. Its an odd, scary feeling thinking about one of them hurt. They are her family now and their safety is everything to her.
If this is a goddamn joke….
Her mind is so preoccupied she fails to keep complete guard. When passing the shadowy toy isle, her head is whipped back by someone grabbing her hair then disarming her in a blink of an eye. Just as Maggie twists to dislodge the hand a fist punches her out cold.
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Hal likes nothing more than examining guns these days. Something about cleaning them and holding them is something he takes enjoyment in. Although, he occasionally misses the days when he could be proud of winning yet another jock of the year award and the attention he received from ladies. But now… he has gained a different - authentic respect. He isn’t idolized for just jock sports anymore because now he is saving and helping people. He doesn’t feel conceited saying that because he knows there is mutual respect among the people he fights alongside.
These weapons he gathers up will help the people defend themselves in order to survive. So he makes sure that he only collects the best.
Although, this department mainly provides your average run of the mill type of guns. But sometimes even a gun is just a gun and that could be the difference between life and death.
Each gun he places carefully into the cart while noting the type of gun and the ammunition he would also need to retrieve. The guns are piling up and Hal smiles, “Today’s scavenge is definitely a gold mine.”
He places another gun in the cart when a crack of gunfire resounds. Hal quickly jerks away from the gun, momentarily thinking it went off, but realizing the shot had come from somewhere else in the store.
Immediately he breaks into a soft-footed jog with his gun held comfortably in his hands. But his mind is far from comfortable.
Just on the far end he spots his dad also looking well alert and holding onto his gun. Hal waves at his dad and quickly closes the gap between them. His dad grips his shoulders bringing him in for a short embrace.
“Have you seen the others?” Hal shakes his head in response to his father’s question. Obviously he is just as confused about what was happening.
“Skitters would have made more noise than this, don’t you think?” Hal states his suspicions, which his dad also seems to agree with by nodding. “I haven’t heard anything since.”
“Maybe there are people squatting here and we’ve stumbled into 'their' territory,” Tom sure as hell hopes they would be friendly enough to negotiate and let them walk away without violence involved.
“Let’s go find your brothers and Maggie,” Tom grits anxiously.
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Hal and Tom creep cautiously around the area. They walk within the shadows, but just in each other’s line of view. Both limit their body movements and instead rely on their eyes to gather any sign of Matt and Ben or any others.
Hal and Tom had decided to make their way over to the clothing department in hopes of finding Matt and Ben. The section is in the dead centre of the market and is lined with racks filled with dusted clothes. Finding someone through the ocean of clothes seemed impossible unless something were to move.
Surely if one of his brothers were hurt they would attempt to get him or his dad. Hal’s gut was churning in a way he did not like. One shot could mean one kill, maybe even two kills.
A dark mass moves among the clothes and Hal clutches his gun even tighter.
“Hal…don’t move,” Tom had spoke unusually loud. Hal stops and slightly crouches into a fighting stance in reaction to his father’s serious tone. He realizes that his father is no longer in his sight.
He hears an aggressive shove until they walk out from behind a tall rack of clothes. A man holds a pistol pressed into the side of his dad’s head.
Hal’s first reaction was to bring up his gun to take aim at the perpetrator, but quickly decides against it. He wouldn’t want to encourage that man’s bullet to leave the chamber into his father’s skull.
“Hal, is it?” The man redundantly asks across the space between them, “Put down your gun and walk forward nice and slow, alright?”
Hal hesitates. This man is probably the reason for his missing brothers and Maggie. Shit. Hal doesn’t want to risk any brash moves without knowing that they are secure.
The gun indents deeper into his dad’s temple. Tom winces but remains compliant with his hands up. The man behind him had a good couple of inches above his dad-and that’s saying something.
Hal clenches his jaw. As he weighs out his options his fighting stance slowly crumbles as he lowers and eventually releases his weapon allowing it to dangle from the strap.
“There ya go. Now, slowly put tha’ gun to the ground.” Hal complies moving carefully to pull the strap off his shoulder and onto the floor. “Atta boy. Now move towards me nice and easy,” Hal can practically feel the man grinning every time he commands him to do as he's told.
“Look,” Hal begins moving forward gradually, “we didn’t realize this was your loot. We will put back the stuff and leave.” The gun remains firm against his dad’s head.
Just as he takes another step forward waiting for a response, another man emerges with Maggie slung over his shoulder. She is limp and dangling.
“Maggie!” Hal instantly bursts and jerks towards the guy.
“Hey!” The man with his dad stops Hal’s movements with the click of the hammer. “We juss wanna chat. Make some new friends. It’s hard to meet such a nice group of people these days, am I right?" The man’s smile becomes incredibly visible to Hal that it makes his stomach flop. The phoniness of this man suggested crueler intentions.
“Yeah, well, this doesn’t make for a good welcome greeting,” Hal sneers. “Release my Dad and Maggie then maybe I’ll feel like chatting.” Hal impresses himself for all of a sudden becoming an excellent negotiator. A trait he picked up no doubt from his dad.
The man just chuckles. “You’re spunky, kid. But you need to realize who is in control here,” he grinds the gun into Tom’s head. “We have your dad, your girlfriend, and the two younger punks. I overestimated ya bunch! I thought ya would put up more of a fight than this…” The man barks out a laugh.
Shit. Ben and Matt… Hal bites his lip. They are so damn screwed.
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