Sweet Sorrow - Part VI
Friday, April 13, 2007
Maya. Post-BDM. Kaylee's in trouble, but rescue is at hand ... This story doesn't seem to be going down too well, but there are others in the pipeline, so please bear with it. Anyway, please, if you read, please rate/feedback. Please? PG for violence.
CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 3738 RATING: 9.0 (PG) SERIES: FIREFLY
“Risa would never’ve let me … what is it?”
“Damn,” Simon said, turning around.
“You forgotten something?” Hank asked in surprise.
“It’s Kaylee.”
“What?”
“Up the road. Coming towards us.”
Hank looked. “Can’t see anyone.”
Simon turned, surprised. “She’s just up …” There was no-one in the street. “She was just there.”
“You starting to see things?”
The young doctor walked forward. “I know it was …” He started to speed up, breaking into a run.
Hank stared, then, feeling the itch of apprehension at the base of his skull, he pounded along after his friend.
Simon got to the corner where he was sure he’d seen Kaylee, and he looked around, panic breeding in his stomach. Hank skidded to a halt beside him. “Doc …”
Simon grabbed his arm. “Listen.”
There was the sound of a struggle, something cut off abruptly.
“Shit,” Hank breathed.
“Kaylee!” Simon shouted, fear rolling through him.
A noise, almost like a voice trying to cry out, silenced before it could speak.
“Kaylee!”
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She’d been so intent on getting to them, she hadn’t noticed the two men at the mouth to the alleyway. Not until one of them had grabbed her around the waist, the other slamming his hand over her mouth. They hauled her into the darkness.
She was fighting, kicking out with her feet, trying desperately to remember some of the self-defence moves Inara had shown her, and the more brutal methods Jayne had advocated. But she couldn’t reach, couldn’t catch hold of flesh or hair, her finger nails breaking against rough clothes but unable to grip.
Her foot finally connected, and someone swore violently, loosing his grip on her face, and she opened her mouth to scream. A fist came through the gloom and hit her on the jaw, and she could taste blood on her tongue as suddenly her limbs didn’t seem to belong to her, and everything slowed.
Simon , she wanted to cry out. Simon, help me …
They began heaving her along, her heels dragging in the dry dust, sending up dead smells t
Ask and ye shall receive.
First of all, big YAY that Kaylee didn't get 'napped.
Could be pretty sure that would send Simon over an very high ledge if that happened. And you just *know* he wasn't gonna stop pounding his fists into that thugs' skull until he couldn't lift his arms or his started hitting the dirt underneath. Quite a rage filled fellow right now, methinks.
Not sure how I feel about River getting all Ninja-y. I think I'll wait to see how that pans out.
This 'Monster' fool sounds like one badass...well, monster. I hope you have someone kill him or her.
This story is going just brilliantly to me Jane, so keep it up, dong ma?
You can't take the sky from me
A little worried about River - methinks Jayne needs to wake up and help keep her grounded or she's gonna start goin' badass on thems that need ... and thems that don't.
2nd bite Friday? *pants like a dog waiting for a treat*
Also gotta note that I can see two sides to River's actions here. She just made sure that no one can ID Simon or Hank as the people who beat the slavers down - ensuring that the Monster is in the dark longer - but I really gotta wonder about it's necessity overall. Killing two unconscious men all ninja-like does give me pause. And that's a good thing! One thing Our Fearful Leader loves to do is present moral quandaries that shape and affect our beloved characters...so taking up the mantle is always good in my book;)
BEB
Even if she won't tell him, Simon is still River's family. She'll even kill for him.
I think this is really the point of Jane's story....
I'm really enjoying your series Jane. I hope you'll continue for a long time.
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