Post by JustinB on Feb 6, 2005 20:20:09 GMT -6
Here is another story written by Amy for all of us to read and enjoy!!!!!!!
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Last Night On Caprica (Pt.1)
The airfield was total chaos. Sirens blared, and people screamed like animals as they clawed over each other to reach the last of the shuttles. Explosions ripped through the air as the Cylons rained death upon us. With my two young children in tow, I ran as fast as I could to the nearest one.
When I saw him, I was awestruck. The legendary Commander Adama was there, looking out over the rioting crowd with a look of sadness in his steely eyes. Compassion and helplessness were in the face of one of the greatest leaders we had ever known. Beside him, several warriors were shouting orders and herding people inside.
I was squeezed to one side of the doorway, but I helped my children get inside. They screamed as my grip loosened and slipped away from their tiny hands. “Go inside, Michael! Watch your sister” I yelled over the noise. “Mommy’s coming!” And then the world went dark.
I awoke moments later. The shuttle was still there, but the door was closed now. My head throbbed, and my hair was matted with my own blood. What happened to me, and how I wasn’t trampled to death, I will never know. I jumped unsteadily to my feet, screaming for my children, screaming for the shuttle to wait, but the engines were revving up, and between that and the rioting crowd, my voice was lost. I would not see my children again.
I pushed against the crowd, trying to get clear of the shuttle. Insanely, those nearest to it were clinging onto it, in a desperate attempt to get off our dying planet. It began to rise, and I stumbled away from it, finally falling again to the ground. My head felt like it would explode, and my heart felt like it had been torn out. Michael and Andrea…. Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring my vision as the shuttle rose and disappeared from sight.
With the shuttle gone, people began to panic more, searching in all directions for a way to escape. A cylon fighter passed overhead, strafing the airfield with torpedoes. I staggered to my feet, screaming at it with all the hate that filled my soul. I begged it to come back and put a shot right through where my heart used to be. I screamed until I fell backward, landing in the grass near the edge of the field.
The sudden grip on my wrist gave me a frightful scare, but when I looked up with tear filled eyes, I saw the most beautiful brown eyes looking back at me. The sounds of chaos and confusion suddenly were silent to me for that long moment, and then the stranger pulled me to my feet.
“It’s not safe here!” he exclaimed in the understatement of the yahren. “Come on!” He said as he pulled me along. With nowhere else to go, I let him drag me onward.
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Pt.2
The stranger ran at full speed, and my feet slapped at the uneven ground. Somehow, I had lost my shoes. “I can’t”, I called to him, trying to pull away from his grip. He turned to see what I meant, then pulled me in a different direction, toward a pile of rubble. When we reached it, I realized what he was going to do.
“Don’t look”, he said, his broad shouldered back to me. I was going to object, but my life was over anyway. He turned back around with a pair of shoes for me. Without a word, I let him guide my feet into them. And then we were off again, running at top speed through an explosion lit field. “We have to reach higher ground,” he shouted as we came to a hole in the fence that surrounded the airfield. Beyond the fence was darkness and a range of mountains.
He ducked through the jagged opening. I thought I had ducked low enough, but when he pulled me through my hair caught on a small protrusion, and jerking upward I felt it rake my back. I screamed out, arching my back and falling to my knees. “Come on” he urged. “We have to get clear of here!” I wasn’t moving. He got close to my face. “Once we find a safe place, we can wait out the next shuttles! They aren’t coming in now with all this fire raining down!” I nodded in agreement, getting to my feet again. Little did I know that there would be no more shuttles.
We reached the hills and began climbing. It was rough terrain, perhaps more difficult than Centurions would be willing to navigate. Explosions and Cylon fighters filled the night sky as we climbed higher and higher. Reaching a level spot, we stopped at last and looked down over the airfield, and the capital city of Caprica beyond. With horror we watched as the city went up in flames.
“I’ve got to go back”, he said to me, his hands on my shoulders. Those wonderful brown eyes were hypnotic to me. I felt somehow soothed by them, in spite of all the horror I had gone through. I still did not want him to go. “I must help others”, he said, as if explaining to a small child. It was probably how I looked to him. A sad, pathetic, lost child. He had a backpack with him, and he dropped it to the ground. “Provisions”, he explained. He pulled out a small weapon. “This will protect you”. I slowly nodded.
“I’ll be back”, he promised, and then he was off into the darkness. I would never see him again, and I didn’t even know his name.
Pt. 3
I stood there on the hillside, watching the fireballs as they ate away at the capital city of Caprica. They lit up the sky, and in some small, twisted way they were fascinating to me. Fire always was that to me. I watched until I couldn’t anymore. Tears again filled my eyes and streamed down my face. With my empty hand, I brushed back my hair and felt the bruises and cuts that covered the back of my head. I thought of my children, and the last time I touched them. I could still feel it, their tiny, sweaty hands slipping away from me and their screams of “Mommy” as they disappeared into the shuttle.
I turned away, and found a small cave where I could maybe get some rest. I sagged to my knees, and then leaned back against the smooth rockface. My back was still in pain from where I had caught it on the fence, but gratefully it had gone numb now, just a throbbing that pulsed through the injured area, reminding me that I was still alive. I gripped the gun tightly, and fell into an exhausted sleep.
I suddenly jerked awake. It was still night, and something had made a noise. Had my unknown savior returned? Someone was out there. The backpack! It was still were he had dropped it. I cautiously peered out of the cave.
The man there had a wild look as he tore through the pack. When he looked up and saw me, he immediately took two or three steps toward me before I fired the blaster at his feet. Thank the lords I had the gun, or who knows what might have happened to me. He ran away, back the way he came, giving out insane sounding bits of laughter as he went. I inspected the pack. There was nothing left. I went back into the cave, and soon was in a fitful sleep again.
Morning brought a waking nightmare. Cylon ground forces had landed. Everywhere the eye could see was moving silver centurions. They were moving in all directions, including up the hills where I thought I was safe. I looked around, but my place of sanctuary was also a dead end. There was no place left for me to go. Suddenly, an unexpected wave of peace came over me. My children were safe. I believed that now. If any shuttle would make it through, it would be the one Commander Adama was on.
I went into the cave, and sat down. As I listened, the odd mechanical sounds that Cylons make got louder and louder. They would be here soon. I picked up a rock, and began to carve into the wall of the cave. My name, Michael’s, Andrea’s. Something that would last. Something that said that I had been here. Something that would link me and my children together throughout time, no matter what those stinking alien monsters did.
They were very close now. But they would be in for a surprise, for I had a blaster. And when the time was right I would use it. But not on them.
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Last Night On Caprica (Pt.1)
The airfield was total chaos. Sirens blared, and people screamed like animals as they clawed over each other to reach the last of the shuttles. Explosions ripped through the air as the Cylons rained death upon us. With my two young children in tow, I ran as fast as I could to the nearest one.
When I saw him, I was awestruck. The legendary Commander Adama was there, looking out over the rioting crowd with a look of sadness in his steely eyes. Compassion and helplessness were in the face of one of the greatest leaders we had ever known. Beside him, several warriors were shouting orders and herding people inside.
I was squeezed to one side of the doorway, but I helped my children get inside. They screamed as my grip loosened and slipped away from their tiny hands. “Go inside, Michael! Watch your sister” I yelled over the noise. “Mommy’s coming!” And then the world went dark.
I awoke moments later. The shuttle was still there, but the door was closed now. My head throbbed, and my hair was matted with my own blood. What happened to me, and how I wasn’t trampled to death, I will never know. I jumped unsteadily to my feet, screaming for my children, screaming for the shuttle to wait, but the engines were revving up, and between that and the rioting crowd, my voice was lost. I would not see my children again.
I pushed against the crowd, trying to get clear of the shuttle. Insanely, those nearest to it were clinging onto it, in a desperate attempt to get off our dying planet. It began to rise, and I stumbled away from it, finally falling again to the ground. My head felt like it would explode, and my heart felt like it had been torn out. Michael and Andrea…. Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring my vision as the shuttle rose and disappeared from sight.
With the shuttle gone, people began to panic more, searching in all directions for a way to escape. A cylon fighter passed overhead, strafing the airfield with torpedoes. I staggered to my feet, screaming at it with all the hate that filled my soul. I begged it to come back and put a shot right through where my heart used to be. I screamed until I fell backward, landing in the grass near the edge of the field.
The sudden grip on my wrist gave me a frightful scare, but when I looked up with tear filled eyes, I saw the most beautiful brown eyes looking back at me. The sounds of chaos and confusion suddenly were silent to me for that long moment, and then the stranger pulled me to my feet.
“It’s not safe here!” he exclaimed in the understatement of the yahren. “Come on!” He said as he pulled me along. With nowhere else to go, I let him drag me onward.
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Pt.2
The stranger ran at full speed, and my feet slapped at the uneven ground. Somehow, I had lost my shoes. “I can’t”, I called to him, trying to pull away from his grip. He turned to see what I meant, then pulled me in a different direction, toward a pile of rubble. When we reached it, I realized what he was going to do.
“Don’t look”, he said, his broad shouldered back to me. I was going to object, but my life was over anyway. He turned back around with a pair of shoes for me. Without a word, I let him guide my feet into them. And then we were off again, running at top speed through an explosion lit field. “We have to reach higher ground,” he shouted as we came to a hole in the fence that surrounded the airfield. Beyond the fence was darkness and a range of mountains.
He ducked through the jagged opening. I thought I had ducked low enough, but when he pulled me through my hair caught on a small protrusion, and jerking upward I felt it rake my back. I screamed out, arching my back and falling to my knees. “Come on” he urged. “We have to get clear of here!” I wasn’t moving. He got close to my face. “Once we find a safe place, we can wait out the next shuttles! They aren’t coming in now with all this fire raining down!” I nodded in agreement, getting to my feet again. Little did I know that there would be no more shuttles.
We reached the hills and began climbing. It was rough terrain, perhaps more difficult than Centurions would be willing to navigate. Explosions and Cylon fighters filled the night sky as we climbed higher and higher. Reaching a level spot, we stopped at last and looked down over the airfield, and the capital city of Caprica beyond. With horror we watched as the city went up in flames.
“I’ve got to go back”, he said to me, his hands on my shoulders. Those wonderful brown eyes were hypnotic to me. I felt somehow soothed by them, in spite of all the horror I had gone through. I still did not want him to go. “I must help others”, he said, as if explaining to a small child. It was probably how I looked to him. A sad, pathetic, lost child. He had a backpack with him, and he dropped it to the ground. “Provisions”, he explained. He pulled out a small weapon. “This will protect you”. I slowly nodded.
“I’ll be back”, he promised, and then he was off into the darkness. I would never see him again, and I didn’t even know his name.
Pt. 3
I stood there on the hillside, watching the fireballs as they ate away at the capital city of Caprica. They lit up the sky, and in some small, twisted way they were fascinating to me. Fire always was that to me. I watched until I couldn’t anymore. Tears again filled my eyes and streamed down my face. With my empty hand, I brushed back my hair and felt the bruises and cuts that covered the back of my head. I thought of my children, and the last time I touched them. I could still feel it, their tiny, sweaty hands slipping away from me and their screams of “Mommy” as they disappeared into the shuttle.
I turned away, and found a small cave where I could maybe get some rest. I sagged to my knees, and then leaned back against the smooth rockface. My back was still in pain from where I had caught it on the fence, but gratefully it had gone numb now, just a throbbing that pulsed through the injured area, reminding me that I was still alive. I gripped the gun tightly, and fell into an exhausted sleep.
I suddenly jerked awake. It was still night, and something had made a noise. Had my unknown savior returned? Someone was out there. The backpack! It was still were he had dropped it. I cautiously peered out of the cave.
The man there had a wild look as he tore through the pack. When he looked up and saw me, he immediately took two or three steps toward me before I fired the blaster at his feet. Thank the lords I had the gun, or who knows what might have happened to me. He ran away, back the way he came, giving out insane sounding bits of laughter as he went. I inspected the pack. There was nothing left. I went back into the cave, and soon was in a fitful sleep again.
Morning brought a waking nightmare. Cylon ground forces had landed. Everywhere the eye could see was moving silver centurions. They were moving in all directions, including up the hills where I thought I was safe. I looked around, but my place of sanctuary was also a dead end. There was no place left for me to go. Suddenly, an unexpected wave of peace came over me. My children were safe. I believed that now. If any shuttle would make it through, it would be the one Commander Adama was on.
I went into the cave, and sat down. As I listened, the odd mechanical sounds that Cylons make got louder and louder. They would be here soon. I picked up a rock, and began to carve into the wall of the cave. My name, Michael’s, Andrea’s. Something that would last. Something that said that I had been here. Something that would link me and my children together throughout time, no matter what those stinking alien monsters did.
They were very close now. But they would be in for a surprise, for I had a blaster. And when the time was right I would use it. But not on them.