Homefront: The Next Episode (Writer & Yonder Strangest Things)

[ShatteredSoul]

Muffled noises of struggle echoed across the darkened city street, distinct, Korean grunts and growls, and female groans and cries. "Get off me!" A muffled, desperate voice growled. The woman it belong to was sprawled against a fire hydrant on the ground, shoulder-length blonde hair in a mess about her face, obscuring the vision of her reddened, clear green eyes. Her arms were extended above her, clawing desperately at the face of a KPA guard that had decided to have his way with her before eliminating her from the planet. She'd gotten caught trying to make a run for it, and now she was in one of the biggest messes of her life. The angry, lusty, Korean words that left her attackers mouth were in-translatable to her, nor did she care for the translation. A bruise was forming on her left cheek from where he had struck her with the butt of his rifle, the start of this horrid encounter.

It had sent her for a sure spin, jarring her vision and sending her mind back in time to a place where she was four years younger, hiding in the back of an underground tunnel and biting her tongue so hard she thought it would bleed, while her father screamed and growled at the other end, fighting desperately against an unexpected guard that had threatened their lives. A gunshot rang out and for a split second there was silence, and then annoyed Korean mumbling. Jaime's attention returned to the present when her attacker pinned her on the ground and jammed the end of his Diablo against the base of her jaw, growling in foreign words while he pinned her down with his knees and fought to get her cargo pants away from her waist first. She had wanted to scream so badly that her throat literally ached, but screaming threatened to draw worse attention, something she desired almost less than what this guy was going to do to her.

She fumbled to get her arms free, desperately trying to get the gun away from her face and this male off of her, and for a second time she saw stars when a searing pain burned from her lower half, bringing hot tears to her eyes as she bit back a moan of pain. Seriously, if this didn't end and real fast, she was certain that she'd be happy to be put to death than have to go on with what this psychotic, sick, twisted, bastard was doing, especially given the fact that birth control was not only nearly impossible to get, but something she had seen no need for. "Gahhh-- Stoppit!" She growled through her teeth, fighting tears as she successfully managed to shove his gun from his hands and immediately grasped at his throat, desperately trying to move her legs. He had her pinned at the knees with his own though, and his own hands pressed back down on her throat so strongly that she felt the air cut off from her lungs. Fuck, she had always imagined going in a fury of bullets, watching the rebels push the Koreans back into surrender as they planted a big American flag in the ground and claimed Texas for their own.

 

[Yonder Strangest Things]

They called them "re-education camps", where people were taken to be taught the error of their ways in opposing Korean liberation. They were black-sites and anybody who thought otherwise was a fool. The KPA came in the middle of the night, grabbed you from your bed while you were sleeping, and hauled you away in handcuffs and a black hood over your head. You were worked till you dropped, tortured, beaten, interrogated for supposed subversion of the "liberation", and if you were lucky then they shot you and dumped your body in an unmarked grave. If you were lucky. For the former Navy pilot, his escape was a lucky breuak to subvert the cycle so many others had been forced to endure. Somehow God had smiled on him and had brought him the opportunity to escape. A stolen KPA mortar, some smoke and HE rounds, and some brave members of the Texas resistance had meant he and several others were able to make it out of the camp in the confusion.

Some of them had been recaptured, most were shot, but the red-haired pilot had managed to stay alive. But it seemed God hadn't been favorable enough to give him keys for the handcuffs. So he was still bound. Which complicated a few things about his escape, he had realized as he moved amongst the abandoned houses.

For example, stopping rape. Just moments ago he had heard echoing grunts and screams coming from somewhere in the street. Enough time spent around them had meant he had little trouble recognizing Korean, and being American-born meant his primary tongue was recognized much faster. So he had instantly did his best to try blending in with the nearest shadowed surface -- a blue wall. He had edged his way to the front of the house and did his best to keep in the shadows while he tried to glimpse what was happening. He got his view just in time to witness the soldier jam the gun in the young woman's face, and he had froze. To say he was conflicted was somewhat of an understatement. His brain went to ways as he watched what was happening.

His rational side, the one that had been responsible for most of his escape from the death camp, wanted to leave her. He was outside the wire in a dog-eat-dog world, and she just hadn't been fast enough.

His moral and emotional side, that loved his mom, apple pie, and the flag was giving a different argument. It wasn't a dog-eat-dog world, it was a wolf-eat-dog world. Another wolf needed help.

He didn't let out any sort of battle cry, or shout of anger as he came running. No, thatwas air to be saved for what was coming in the very immediate future. In their tussle for her pants, it seemed like neither the KPA soldier, or the girl heard the sound of steel-toed Navy work boots pounding on the pavement -- but neither of them could miss the impact. It was a sloppy kick, to be sure, but coming from a man with little ability to balance himself it was something rather noteworthy. The Koreans nose broke, a spurt of dark red blood making a cloud as he was knicked to the side. In his flaul, the Korean grabbed the sailor's leg, and both of them were quickly on the ground. The Korean was dazed, which gave his assaillant only the briefest of advantages, but not enough of one to allow a killing blow.

The two started rolling and beating on each other in a blind fumble. In the midst of it, the girl might have heard her fellow escapee.

"Shoot this son of a --" The punch to the face by the KPA soldier cut him off.