The world wasn't the same after it happened. I shouldn't be so surprised, of course. How could Earth remain as it was when it had seen so much destruction and chaos? Pitted against each other, the people of Earth chose sides and fought. Siblings, parents, friends, anyone whoever felt any(more) sort of affection for another. Millions of people died-and for what?
Cowardly old men began this war, afraid of those who are different. They took one look at those helpless, lost creatures and decided that they were dangerous.
The creatures didn't attack us. They weren't hostile. All they wanted was sanctuary from a leader who'd long lost his sanity. Instead they were met with the barrels of guns, bodies trembling as they took in their new oppressor: The Race of Men.
My father was among those men. He, too, was scared of them. They were too tall, features too sharp and too different. Yet when he looked into their eyes, the ones who stood before them, he knew they meant no harm. They were scared to death, facing an unfamiliar world with unfamiliar beings.
Dad often spoke of that day, of the moment the first airship landed and his eyes beheld Earth's first alien visitors. It happened so long ago but his eyes still look haunted each time he retold the Massacre. It was like he was watching it all over again.
After the Massacre, nothing was the same.
When I was old enough, I joined the war. I've met many brave soldiers, human and alien alike. We fight for our freedom, all of ours. This war cannot continue forever. It may take decades or centuries but we will one day know peace again. (less)
The moment struck with a flash, and then the immediate surrounding was flooded with aftermath. Sounds appeared to be coming through a speaker bound beneath sponge. Some followed one instinct and ran, retreating inside an empty skull behind glazed eyes, others attacked:
“We all know this for the best”(more) Tony bellowed softly through a deep Scottish accent. That was all he could give, his abdomen collapsed and he fell onto the bench. Jenni swept in like a nurse at war.
“you’ve done so much for her”, he sobbed through a clenched jaw. “you can rest now”, he turned towards Jenni, bewildered by the prospect of living without his wife.
His wife never trusted Jenni, because she was always supporting Tony, but Jenni only ever did it out of duty to her own ethics. Tony rested his head on her shoulder, and she ran her hands through his hair. He sobs grew hard and broke beyond his jaw. A blonde 12 year old rested his head against Tony’s arm, still looking at the room through frosted eyes. Tony wrapped his arm him tight.
“she’s happy now son”, Tony coughed out. Jenni reached for the boy’s hand, and he responded with a helpless expression. He needed a mother, Tony needed a lover, and Jenni needed to take care of them – it was her ethics.