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Post by marie on Dec 13, 2010 23:50:54 GMT -5
Hey all. I know fanfiction isn't a really big thing here in the online world of Big Love appreciation but I've always enjoyed writing it for other shows and this Big Love story kept going through my head. So I decided to write it down and now I'm going to share if anyone is interested. If you do decide to read I'd love to here your thoughts or feelings about it. Summary: Bill knew there would be backlash, people who wouldn’t be happy with him or approve of his life choices but he never thought anyone would come after his family. He didn’t think they could actually get hurt. This is my take on a worse case scenario of what could possibly happen as a result of the family's coming out. The story can be found on fanfiction.net here: The BacklashAnd the first part is below. I hope to have it all done before the show comes back on the 16th. Prologue
Slowly Margene pushed a trolley down the aisle of the supermarket, she had a love hate relationship with the task. She used to love getting out of the house but this last week had been different. She could feel people staring at her and it gave her an uneasy feeling.
Today there was a couple, a man and a woman who were walking the same aisles as her in the opposite direction. This in itself wasn’t unusual it often happened but the woman made a point of smiling at her every time she past. It seemed just a little too friendly.
“That’s a beautiful little girl you have there.” The woman said speaking to her for the first time.
“Thanks,” Margene smiled back, she tried to push the trolley forward but at the last moment the woman grabbed her arm.
“You don’t deserve such a beautiful girl.” The woman whispered to her. “I know who you are.”*** Slowly Ben turned the car off the main road and began making his way towards their street. He’d ducked over to the store to buy ice-cream and milk. They didn’t need either of them but he’d wanted an excuse to get out of the house and buying the supplies to make milkshakes was the best he could come up with. It has been tense in the house all day, all week really but worse today. The family’s coming out hadn’t had the impact his father had hoped for, people were not welcoming the openness or even stopping to look at the family to see they really were quite normal. No the shear majority of people went straight to the stereotype, straight to hate. The family’s businesses were starting to flounder and it was stressing everyone out. Nikki had run away to The Compound two days ago, she said it was to help her mother and that was partly true but everyone knew she just wanted to get away from it all. His mom was spending most of her time at the casino. It was supposed to be their safety net but it wasn’t safe, it had been under threat even before the coming out, now she was doing her best to stop it sinking but there was only so much she could do. His dad had been playing mediation with the media, he was trying to get their image right but it wasn’t working and as a result he wasn’t home. He many have been elected to the Utah state senate but their story had quickly gone national. Ben wasn’t quite sure where he was now, New York he thought, or maybe LA, where was irrelevant really all that mattered was he wasn’t there. The only people holding up the fort at home were him and Margene. She’d put her business on hold and was doing her best to take care of the children while he filtered through threatening phone calls and letters. Some of them were pretty scary but the police didn’t seem to think there was any substance to them. He was inclined to think the same but there had been an incident this afternoon which had really freaked Margene out. They’d had a fight about it before he’d left, she’d said she didn’t want him going out by himself but he was pretty sure what she really meant was she didn’t want him leaving her at the house by herself because he’d taken Teeny with him but it hadn’t made her any happier. “Please Benny don’t go.” She’d said to him. “We don’t need milkshakes.” But then Wayne, Raymond, Lester and Aaron, had all started jumping up and down chanting, “milkshakes, milkshakes, milkshakes” and she’d had no choice but to say ok. He rounded the final corner into their street. “Ben, what’s going on down there?” Teeny asked. He stared ahead and saw a mass of flashing lights. “I don’t know.” He said driving closer. He squinted trying to work out what it was, police, fire, ambulance, all three? “Ben they’re in front of our house.” Teeny said saying what he’d just realised himself. “I know,” He pulled the car over to the side of the road unable to drive any closer. “Stay in the car.” He told her, he climbed out and began walking as fast as he could towards the house. As he got closer he saw a stretcher push out the front door, he couldn’t see who was on it, they moved too fast and there were too many people around it. The door to the ambulance slammed shut, and the serine flicked on as it sped away. The bad feeling he had grew stronger and he kept moving forward, eyes focused on the front door. There were people walking out of it now people he didn’t recognize. “Sir you can’t come any closer.” Someone said trying to stop him. “This is my house.” He said trying to move past them then he saw Wayne step into the doorway. “Ben!” Wayne cried pushing away from the woman beside him. He started running towards him and as his younger brother got closer he saw the blood. His brother’s clothes were covered in blood.
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Post by marie on Jan 11, 2011 5:47:29 GMT -5
I don't know if anyone is reading this but I saw a few hits on it so thought I'd share some more. If you are reading let me know otherwise I'll stop taking up board space.
Ben felt Wayne wrap his arms tight around his body, he hugged his brother back and watched as a woman he didn’t recognize sat his other brothers down on the front stoop and walked towards him.
She flashed him a badge, introduced herself as a detective and asked him who he was, how old he was and then asked him if there was an adult he could call. He said his sister was close she was older, their mothers were over an hour away and their father even further. He asked what had happened, where Margene was.
“There was a home invasion.” The woman began, “A man and woman forced their way into the home. “ Ben nodded and the woman kept talking, Margene was on her way to the hospital. They’d wanted Nell and when she wouldn’t hand her over the man had stabbed her and then pulled the little girl screaming from her arms.
Ben nodded trying to comprehend what he was hearing. This was beyond anything he’d expected or imagined could happen.
“Ben?” He heard Teeny’s voice behind him. He turned around and saw his sister standing there carrying the milk and ice-cream. “What’s happening?”
He looked back at her, the blank confused expression on her face. He tried to talk but he wasn’t sure what words to say. Saying it out loud made it real. “Ben?”
The detective caught the fear and disbelief on his face, the verbal paralysis he was feeling. She talked to Teeny told her what she needed to know for the moment and then suggested she go sit with her brothers and they eat the ice-cream. She didn’t want to go but Ben knew he needed a moment with the detective. There were more questions which needed answering and phone calls which needed to be made.
The woman offered to do it for him but he thought it would be better from him.
He phoned Sarah first. She was closest, she could be there soonest he needed someone with him. The phone rang for the longest time, he began to think she wasn’t going to answer and then the line connected and she chimed down the line.
“Hey Ben what’s up?” She sounded so carefree, such a contrast from the way he was feeling, it threw him a little and for a moment he didn’t say anything. “Ben are you there?”
“Yeah.” He said the word slowly trying to buy himself sometime, he didn’t know how he was supposed to do this. “You need to come to the house now.” He said taking the easy route by not actually saying it. “Something’s happened. I need you to come now.”
“Ben,” The carefree tone was gone from her voice replaced by concern. “What’s happened?”
He didn’t want to say it, but he had to, like a band-aid he thought and he blurted out. “Nell’s gone, Margie’s in the hospital. Please come.”
He heard Sarah gasp, then say, “I’m on my way.” Before the line went dead.
For a moment he held the phone in his hand. One call was done but there were more to go. Again the detective asked if he wanted her to do it but again he turned her down. Slowly he began dialling his mom’s number, at first she didn’t answer, he tried again, and on the third time the line connected.
“Ben I’m in a meeting why are you phoning?” She asked, she sounded annoyed.
It made him feel mad, she shouldn’t have been annoyed but she couldn’t have known. “Nell’s gone, Margie’s in the hospital.” He said getting straight to the point. “You need to come home now.”
There was an extended pause on the other end of the line, Ben waited for his mom to say something and then finally she uttered. “What do you mean gone?”
“I mean gone, stolen, some people forced their way into the house and took her. Margie tried to stop them and they stabbed her.” The words came out in a rush, when he finished there was silence, a long silence. “Mom?” He asked after a minute, he heard her slowly exhale and finally she spoke.
“I’m here.” She said the words slowly trying to process what her son had just told her. “Who have you phoned?”
“Just Sarah, I was going to phone Nikki next.”
“Okay. I’ll phone your father. I’m on my way.”
Again the line disconnected and he began to make his final call. Nikki was the hardest, she asked more questions than the others, she wanted the details she wanted to know exactly what happened and then wanted to speak to her boys. He gave the phone to Wayne and watched as his younger brother tried to answer the questions being thrown at him.
“I tried to stop him.” He heard him say, “but he was too big.”
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Post by missym on Jan 19, 2011 14:40:30 GMT -5
I'm reading . . . keep it coming. =)
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Post by missym on Jan 19, 2011 15:22:21 GMT -5
Hi Marie, I just went to fanfiction.com and was hoping there was more. If you have written more, could you post it or another link. I was enjoying it and anticipating where the story is going. thank you.
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Post by marie on Jan 19, 2011 17:51:52 GMT -5
Thanks for the comment. I was a bit unsure if anyone was reading it so I little reluctant to post more of it but an audience of one is good enough for me. I'll probably keep posting it in both places.
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Post by marie on Jan 19, 2011 18:22:46 GMT -5
Here is some more for you missym
Sarah arrived just as he finished talking to Nikki. Scott was driving and she was out of the car and running towards him before it had even stopped moving.
“Ben!” She cried racing over to him. “What’s happening?” She looked from Ben to the mass of people around the house. The neighbours had all come out to see what the commotion was and the house was crawling with police officers. A crime scene team had just arrived to collect evidence and police officers were roping off the front yard. This was bad, very, very bad.
“Are you Sarah?” The detective standing beside Ben asked.
“Yes.” She drew her eyes away from the scene and towards the woman.
“Good.” The woman gave her a nod and started going over what they knew had happened and what needed to happen now. Finding Nell and the people responsible for what had happened was their highest priority. Time was of the essence and the sooner an AMBER alert was out the better. They wanted to talk to each of the boys separately and needed to know the names of anyone who’d want to hurt their family. It became obvious at that moment the detective didn’t know who they were, didn’t know what kind of abuse the family had been receiving since Bill’s announcement.
They had to tell them everything, explain their family, the houses, and the living arrangements. They told them what Bill had done and that the number of people who wanted to hurt the family was huge. The detective seemed to nod, take it all in and then the FBI arrived and they had to go through it all again. Scott sat with Wayne as he told the police what had happened, while Sarah sat with Raymond as he did the same thing. Ben went with the detective to get a picture of Nell and show them the letters and Teeny occupied Lester and Aaron, the youngest boys didn’t really understand what was happening.
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Gone, stabbed, hospital, the words kept running through Barb’s head as she raced down the highway towards Sandy. It took every ounce of her self control not to speed, not to floor the car and find out how fast her old beast could really move. Being arrested for dangerous driving or worse causing an accident was the last thing she and her family needed right now. She needed to get home, her children weren’t equipped to handle this, as well as she’d taught them she hadn’t taught them this, no one had taught her this. She needed to be with her children, all her children and Margene, she kept thinking about what Ben had told her, he’d been vague on the details but she could see Margie fighting to hold onto her girl. The images made her feel sick, and the guilt started to eat at her, she couldn’t help thinking if she’d been there it wouldn’t have happened, that if she’d been more focused on her family and not the casino she could have stopped it.
She could have stopped it, the thought suck in her head and she began to feel tears run down her face. She began to cry and she could feel her body want to shake, if she didn’t need to get home so fast she would have pulled over but that wasn’t an option she had to pull herself together, be the adult.
After seventy odd minutes of driving she turned the car into their street. She slowed the car to a roll and took in the scene around her. The street was full of cars, big black SUVs, station wagons, police cruisers, there were lights on in every one of their houses, and Margie’s front door was wide open. People wearing jackets with the letters POLICE and FBI blazed across the back walked in and out of the house. She pulled the car into the driveway and climbed out. She didn’t linger on the scene outside she went straight to her front door and let herself inside.
Inside the house did not look like she had left it. There were police and FBI, two men attaching machines to the telephone, and a man and woman sitting at the dining table with Ben and Sarah. The table was covered in piles and piles of the letters the houses had received over the last week. Seeing them spread out like that she hadn’t realised there were so many. For a moment she froze, she didn’t say anything stopped moving. Ben saw her before she could react.
“Mom!” he said standing and walking towards her. He moved quickly across the room and embraced her tightly. Soon Sarah was there too, and for a minute they just stood there together holding each other. It felt good to hold her two eldest children, to feel them, smell them, it had a comforting effect but it didn’t take away the sick feeling of knowing her family wasn’t whole. Eventually she let go and the FBI agents from the table introduced themselves. Their team was heading the investigations, they told her they were doing everything they could to find Nell and the people responsible. They told her what had happened and asked if she knew of anyone who’d want to hurt her family. She could think of lots of people Bill wasn’t exactly short of enemies but she didn’t think any of them would do this. The Greens had kidnapped before but they would have done it clean, and would already be asking for something. So far there had been no demands, no contact, they’d just disappeared.
After talking with the agents she walked over to see Teeny and the boys. They were at Nikki’s house, Scott was keeping an eye on them. There was an old movie playing on the TV and the three youngest had fallen asleep over the sofas. Teeny and Wayne both jumped up when they saw her and ran over. The whole family felt the need to hold each other so again she found herself standing there holding her children. She held them until Wayne started talking.
“I tried to stop them.” He told her, “Margie tried to stop them but they were too big.”
“I know sweetie you did good.” She said trying to reassure the boy. She knew they’d done everything they could, they’d been raised to do nothing less.
“Is Margie going to be okay?” He was asking a question she didn’t know the answer to. Her instinct was to say yes, to shelter him from the reality but he’d already seen the reality, he’d been there and she hadn’t.
“I don’t know,” She telling the truth. “I hope so.”
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“Mom! What’s happened?” Cara-Lyn asked. There was a sense of fear and urgency in her voice.
“Something bad.” Nikki responded, “Something really bad.” She shook her head and glanced down at the cars speedo. She was going well over the limit, faster than she had ever driven in her life. It crossed her mind to slow down but she didn’t want to. “Check that police scanner make sure it’s working.” She said instead. She’d pulled the device out of one of the hummers as she’d raced off the compound but she hadn’t had time to check that it was functioning.
“It’s working fine.” Cara-Lyn responded glancing at the device. “What’s happened?” She knew it was bad, she’d never seen her mother drive so fast or look so scared but she wanted to know what had happened. At the moment worse case scenarios were rushing through her head and she was scaring herself. “Has someone died?”
Nikki hesitated before she yelled, “No,” and shaking her head, no one was dead, not yet but the reality was it could still happen. “No one’s died.” She hoped that would be enough but Cara-Lyn still wanted to know what happened. “Someone broke into Margene’s house.” She said speaking as calmly as she could manage. “They took Nell, and hurt Margie real bad.”
“Oh,” The news shocked Cara-Lyn into brief silence, she processed the information and finally asked. “She’ll be okay, won’t she?”
“I,” She wanted to say yes, it would have been easy to say yes, to let her daughter think it would all be okay but her daughter was smart enough to see right through that. “I don’t know.” She told her instead.
“Okay.” Cara-Lyn didn’t ask any more questions, she turned and just stared out the window, watching the countryside race past. For the rest of the drive they didn’t speak, in each of their minds what was happening turned over and over. They were trying to make sense of it, process it into a logical order, find a way to fix it, make it okay. Neither one of them had much luck, nothing about this was okay, and the outcome couldn’t be certain.
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Post by KimLA on Jan 21, 2011 11:03:04 GMT -5
Marie- This is GREAT! More, please!!!
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Post by marie on Jan 22, 2011 6:31:37 GMT -5
Marie- This is GREAT! More, please!!! Thanks. I'm working on some more now.
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Post by marie on Jan 23, 2011 18:28:08 GMT -5
Here is some more for those who are reading. Ben stood at the back door, staring across the back yard towards in his mother. She had her back to him, she couldn’t see him standing there. In his hand he held her car keys. He’d picked them up as soon as she’d put them down. Now he was trying to work out if he really wanted to use them. He wanted to know how Margene was. He’d been thinking about her all night, making himself feel sick with the thought that he might never see her again, that she might die. They’d been so much blood on the boy’s clothes, it scared him and not knowing made it worse. He stepped out of the doorway and began walking across the backyard. “Mom,” He called out and he waited for her to look at him. She turned her head and he could see she was crying again. “Can I take your car to the hospital? I want to see how Margie is.” She hesitated for a moment, he could see her turning something over in her mind. “Okay,” She finally said. “Phone as soon as you know something. I’ll come join you when Nikki gets here.” *** Ben parked in the main car park and walked inside, it was almost midnight but the waiting area was full of people. He asked a woman sitting behind a desk where to go, she typed something into a computer and directed him upstairs to the surgical waiting area. It took him a while to find where he needed to be, he turned down the wrong corridor twice and the woman downstairs had told him the wrong floor. Finally he made it to the correct waiting area, it was smaller than the other waiting areas he’d past but it was a little nicer too. There were some arm chairs and a sofa as well as the hard generic chairs he’d seen in every other room. There was only one other person in the room, a man who looked to be in his eighties trying to sleep in one of the arm chairs. He looked up briefly when he walked in then closed his eyes. Ben took a seat on one of the hard chairs, rested his head in his hands, closed his eyes and started praying. It was the first time all night he’d had time to stop long enough to pray. To ask heavenly father to protect his family, to bring them all home safe. They had to come home safe, he didn’t think he could forgive himself if they didn’t. He kept thinking this wouldn’t have happened if he’d been home, this was his fault. He sat there praying for what seemed like forever, time went by painfully slow, he kept looking up at the clock, it looked like it wasn’t moving. After an hour he phoned home. Told his mom Margene was still in surgery, that he’d get the doctor to speak to her when they finally come out. She asked him if he wanted some company he declined. He asked her if she’d got in touch with his dad yet, she said no, he still wasn’t answering his phone. He asked how it was going at the house, if they knew who’d done it yet. She told him they’d made little progress, they were still going through mail, and lots of them had gone to sleep. There was very little them as a family could do at the moment. She told him he should try and get some sleep too, he was going to need all the strength he could get for the fight which was coming. He tried to sleep but his thoughts and worries about Margie kept him awake and after another hour the doctor finally came out. Ben watched the doctor walk towards him, he tried to read his face gauge what he was going to say but his expression was blank, no sorrow, no happiness. “Are you Margene Heffman’s family?” he asked when he reached him. “Yes,” Ben answered standing up. He was the same height as the doctor, he could look him straight in the eye. “Is she going to be okay?” The doctor didn’t say yes, he paused a moment and then started talking in carefully chosen words. “She’s stable for now,” he began, “We’ve done everything we can for her in surgery but,” There it was, the but Ben didn’t want to hear. “She’s lost a lot of blood, her body is in a significant amount of shock, and we won’t know for several hours if she’s going to be able to recover from that.” “Okay,” Ben whispered, more to himself than the doctor standing in front of him. This wasn’t the news he was hoping for, the waiting and anxiety weren’t over yet. “When will we know?” “I don’t know.” The doctor shrugged a little before clarifying. “Hopefully within the next twelve hours.” Then he started talking in metaphors. “Imagine her condition like this. She’s standing on a ledge half way up a cliff. She’s already done the work to get to the ledge and now she’s very tired and must decide if she wants to jump off or keep climbing. If she jumps we’ll know it, she’ll deteriorate very fast but if she starts climbing it will be slowly. “ “Okay,” Ben said again, he didn’t feel like he knew anymore, nothing the doctor said made him feel better. “Can I see her now?” “Of course, follow me.” The doctor began leading him towards the elevator, they were half way there before he remembered he was supposed to phone his mom. *** Barb stood in her kitchen; in her hand she held a mug full of steaming hot water with lemon. She took a sip of it and felt the warm liquid run through her body. It soothed her but it didn’t help with the exhaustion she was feeling. She was the only one in the family still awake, she’d told the others to get some rest, that they’d need their energy for tomorrow but she wasn’t following her own advice. She couldn’t sleep, not when her house was still full of FBI agents, and detectives working their case, not when she was still waiting for Ben and Bill to phone. She still hadn’t got hold of Bill, his phone kept going straight to voice mail which made her mad and annoyed, he needed to be on his way home but instead he had no idea what was going on. As if thinking about it made it happen her phone began to vibrate. A glance at the number told her it was Ben. “Benny, what’s happening?” She asked skipping all the pleasantries. “Margie is out of surgery.” He told her, “I’m going to put the doctor on.” Soon the doctor was speaking to her. He sounded like a nice smart man but he couldn’t tell her the one thing she needed to hear. That everything would be okay. Instead he talked in circles, she asked a lot of questions. She hoped the answers would reassure her but for the most part they scared her half to death. When the doctor had finished talking she spoke to Ben again. “I’m coming down.” She told him, “I’ll be there soon.” *** Ben hung the phone up and looked back at the doctor. “We can go now.” He said and the doctor began leading him through a maze of corridors to the ICU. At the entrance to the ward he introduced him to a woman behind a desk. He told him in the future he’d need to speak to her to get into the ward. This time the doctor just swiped his card. On the other side of the door was another corridor with a small sink in it. They both had to wash their hands before they could go any further. And then finally they were at Margene’s door. The doctor spoke to him again, told him it looked bad, and that if he could he should only talk positive things in her room. He said okay, by now he just wanted to get inside and see her. The doctor opened the door and they stepped inside. He was expecting something worse than what he saw. There were machines all around her with tubes and wires attaching to her body but her injuries were covered by the light sheet over her body. She still looked like herself, still beautiful, just small. With everything around her she looked tiny lying in the bed. He pulled up a seat beside her and took her hand, he softly kissed her knuckles and began talking. “I’m sorry.” They were the two words he’d been wanting to tell her all evening. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.” He hissed her knuckles again then placed her hand back on the bed. He rested his own on top and then began saying the other thing she needed to hear. “You have to keep fighting.” He told her, “You’re family needs you.” Then he began praying again. When Barb arrived she sat down with him and joined his praying. Eventually fatigue set in and they both fell asleep.
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Post by marie on Jan 29, 2011 20:30:20 GMT -5
I hope some of you are still reading this. Here is some more. Just a warning though, this part describes what exactly happened.
Margie, she was in her house but it didn’t feel like her house it didn’t feel safe and warm. Nell was in her arms crying and somewhere to her side she could hear her boys yelling and screaming. She glanced over her shoulder, a woman she didn’t know was trying to pick Aaron up. The other boys were kicking and hitting her to make her stop. She wanted to help but then she realised there was a man there too and he was coming straight at her. Fear gripped her body and she started moving backwards, a bad idea, soon she was against the wall with nowhere to go. The man came up against her, so close she could smell his breath, feel his body against hers.
“Give me the girl and you won’t get hurt.” He told and he tried to pull Nell from her arms.
“No,” She held her girl as tight as she could, so tight she was probably hurting her but she didn’t want this man to take her.
“I said give her to me and you won’t get hurt.” He hissed the words through clenched teeth and pulled out a large knife. He ran the knife down the side of her face, not hard enough to cut, just enough so she could feel the blade. “Will you give her to me?” As he said the words he took half a step back, just enough room for her to move. Her instinct told her to run but she only got half a step before the man closed in on her and she felt the knife slam into her side. The impact, the pain, for a moment it took her breath away and her muscles tensed. She squeezed Nell tighter to her chest and the man pushed her back against the wall.
“I told you, you’d get hurt.” The man told her, evil dripping off his voice. “Now give her to me or I’ll do it again.”
“No,” She shook her head, there was no way she going to just give this man her daughter.
“Very well,” and then he slammed the knife into her again. This time low, close to her pelvis, she felt the knife go in and thrust upwards. The pain was unbearable and she felt herself begin to feel dizzy. As he pulled the knife out he gave her a wicked smile and then pushed her to the ground.
She tried to protect Nell as she fell, she landed hard jarring her whole body. It hurt but the adrenalin was pumping through her, her flight instinct took hold and she began trying to flee again. She tried to stand but the room was spinning, she crawled along the ground, the man let her get a third of the way before he stopped her. He stepped on her leg and then pushed her on to her back.
He lent over her, the bloody knife held poised in his hand. “If you’d just given her to me I wouldn’t have had to do this.” He told her, and then he slammed the knife deep into the centre of her chest. She couldn’t breathe, the moment the knife went in she couldn’t breathe, her body went limp. The man grabbed Nell and pulled her from her arms. She tried to hold on but the man was stronger.
“Mommy!” She heard Nell scream before everything started to go black.
“Nell, Nell,” Margie cried in her sleep. She was getting restless, tossing more. Ben stood up and gently tried to wake her. It was late morning and the doctors had said she might start to wake up soon.
“Margie, Margie,” Ben said gently shaking her, “Wake up you’re dreaming.”
She let out a small groan and her eyes opened. She looked up at him, the fear and terror of her dream was still in her eyes. He saw it begin to fade as she realised it was him. “Benny, where’s Nell?”
The question threw him slightly, he didn’t answer it fast enough, she read him though, she knew what he was going to say. “Oh my god, that was real.” She said and it was like something flipped inside of her. The drug induced haze she was supposed to be in lifted and she sat bolt upright in bed. “I have to get out of here, I have to find her.” She said and she began pulling at the tubes and wires attached to her.
Ben hit the call button to get the doctor in then tried to stop her. “Margie stop,” He told her. “You have to stay in bed, the doctor said you have to stay in bed.”
She didn’t want to hear him though and kept pulling at the wires, she disconnected the one monitoring her heart beat and the room filled with the wailing sound of a coding patient.
Within seconds the room was full of people, a doctor and nurse began trying to reattach the wires she’d pulled lose and get her to lay back down but she didn’t want to lay down.
“I have to find my daughter.” She tried to tell them. “She’s missing, someone took her I have to find her.”
She tried to push against the people but they held her down. “Margene you have to stop.” The doctor told her. “You’ve just had major surgery, you lost a lot of blood, you need to rest.” They held her until she stopped fighting, until the energy which had swept through her body dispersed and all she felt was pain and fatigue.
“I have to find my baby.” She cried, despair now running through her as fast as the fight before. “Who’s looking for my baby?”
“I am.” From the other side of the room she heard a voice. She looked up and saw a woman she’d never seen standing in the doorway with Barb. The woman wore a black suit and in her hand she held a coffee, she looked official, from out of town. “My team is looking for your daughter.” She began to walk into the room, held out her hand and introduced herself as an FBI agent. She assured her, her team was doing everything they could to find Nell and what she could do now to help them the most was answer some questions. The agent looked to the doctor for approval, he told her to be quick and then the agent began.
“Do you remember what happened?”
“Yes,” She remembered more than she wanted to.
“Alright,” The agent offered her a half smile. “Lets start at the beginning. Tell me what was happening right before they came. What was everyone doing?”
The question wasn’t quite what she was expecting, she closed her eyes and tried to remember what came before the terror. “Nell was crying,” She began slowly, “she’d tripped over and hit her head on the coffee table. I’d picked her up and was trying to calm her down and then there was a bang on the door.” She felt someone take her hand and hold it. “Ben and Teeny had just left. I thought maybe they’d forgot something, I opened the door. I didn’t even look to see who was there.” Her voice began to crack, she felt the hand squeeze. “A man and woman were standing there, they stepped inside and slammed the door. They told me they were there for my children, that I wasn’t raising them right, that I was an evil, terrible mother, and I didn’t deserve them. I screamed for the boys to get up stairs. The woman went after them, and the man grabbed my arm.” A monitor beside her gave a warning beep. Her heart was starting to race and she was finding it difficult to breath. Someone placed a mask over her face and they waited.
“You’re doing well Margene,” The agent told her. “When you’re ready keep going.”
She nodded and tried to compose herself, after a few minutes she pulled the mask down and kept going. “I kicked him, I tried to run, but the boys were screaming, I couldn’t leave them and then he was holding me again. He pushed me against the wall. He said he didn’t want to hurt me, that he wouldn’t hurt me if I gave him my girl.” Tears were streaming down her face now and her whole body began to shiver. The hand holding hers squeezed and someone told her to keep going. “I wouldn’t let him take her, I held her as tight as could but he...” The words trailed from her mouth, the monitor beeped again, someone pulled the mask back up, and the grip on her hand tightened. This was hard, forming the words describing what had happened, it was like she was there again and her body was reacting. After a few minutes she opened her eyes, “I’m sorry,” She gasped, still unable to catch her breath.
“It’s okay,” The agent smiled at her. “Lets try something different. What did he look like?”
“He...” She closed her eyes again and she could see him leaning over her, she could see every detail of him as if he was standing right there. “He was big, I couldn’t see past him.” She began slowly, “His eyes were small, black, close together. His nose was small, it was like his face was too small for his head. His ears stuck out and...” Her voice trailed off as she pulled the mask back over her face and opened her eyes. This was getting to be too much for her, her whole body was hurting, and she was feeling so weak, she wanted to keep going but she couldn’t.
The doctor saw her distress, “You need to wrap this up.” He told the agent and the woman nodded at him. She stood up but she didn’t leave.
“One last question.” She said instead. “Think very carefully Margene. Have you seen them before?”
She closed her eyes to think and then she saw them. She gasped the realisation hitting her hard. The monitors around her started going off. She felt the energy in the room shift, she opened her eyes but she couldn’t focus, something was wrong, she couldn’t breath, she was going to black out she could feel it but she had to finish. “The supermarket.” She managed to say before everything went black.
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Post by marie on Feb 2, 2011 7:18:37 GMT -5
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Post by biglovefinal on Feb 8, 2011 5:46:37 GMT -5
This is good. Are you a professional writer? What's fanfiction? I've never heard of it?
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Post by marie on Feb 15, 2011 7:29:08 GMT -5
Thanks, I'm glad you like it.
As for your questions. In a nutshell fanfiction or fanfics are stories which people (fans) write using the characters from a TV show, or book or movie. They can either be set in the context of the show or be completely removed from it. Some shows have huge fanfic communities with hundreds of writers while others are basically non-existent.
As for me, I'm not a professional writer but I do enjoy writing and have written a number of fics over the years for various shows which has allowed me to develop my writing skills. I write stories because I have a bit of an overactive imagination. I like trying to predict what is going to happen or could happen given the situation and then exploring how the characters might react.
I've written a few more parts since I stopped posting it here so follow the link if you want to see how it's going.
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Post by betheaz on Feb 19, 2011 19:58:29 GMT -5
Good Big Love Compound conversational web site and I give kudos to the creator. For the gifted author of "The Backlash" at www.fanfiction.net/s/6554464/1/The_Backlash --- Thanks so much for the effort and talent of this fanfiction piece.....so far I have found the first 7 chapters, and of course did a copy/paste/print of all of them..... My question is: Will you finish this creation? No matter how the HBO team brings Big Love to a finish, I would very much love to read the rest of your idea of how it should end. The story you have written is very exciting, thought provoking and well done......so far.
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Post by marie on Feb 22, 2011 3:28:52 GMT -5
Thank you, I really appreciate the compliment and to answer your question, I do plan to finish the story. I have it almost all mapped out in my mind and I'm halfway through the next bit. The updates are coming a bit slower now because I've posted all my backstock, and I started working my first full-time job a few weeks a go so my writing time is down to a few hours Sunday morning.
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