Blue Sun Room FICTION - GENERAL

HELLBOUND SERIES: 26. "Hell"

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

"Just when things could not get any worse for the Captain a deal is struck with the Devil's Accomplice. Meanwhile, Jayne is working on a way out of his confinement aware that both he and Mal are running out of time."

CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 3609    RATING: 10.0 (G)    SERIES: FIREFLY

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TITLE: "HELL"

AUTHOR: Alison M. DOBELL

FANDOM: "FIREFLY"

PAIRING: Canon pairings

RATING: G.

STATUS: SEQUEL to "SKIN DEEP"

ARCHIVE: Yes. Just let me know where.

FEEDBACK: Welcomed.

EMAIL: AlisonMDobell@aol.com

WEBSITE: http://unilelu.net/Alison/Ali00.html

SUMMARY: "Just when things could not get any worse for

the Captain a deal is struck with the Devil's Accomplice.

Meanwhile, Jayne is working on a way out of his confinement

aware that both he and Mal are running out of time."

The usual disclaimers apply. The characters and 'Firefly'

are the property and gift of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.

No infringement of copyright is intended.

"HELL"

"Firefly" story

Written by Alison M. DOBELL

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Drifting. A sea of pain. The swells and troughs a sickening tide on his senses, the dark well of his soul highlighted with flashes of agony as bright as lightening strikes. Mortal flesh inwardly recoiling against mental intrusion. His body jerked. Cold, shivering and wracked with occasional well orchestrated spasms. The only good thing was that he was not tied down, not pinned or shackled. While part of his mind rejoiced in that limited freedom his body flailed and flung itself across the metal room in sickening recompense. No padding to protect him, no furnishings or fixtures to cling to, just the isolation of the damned while but a thin wall kept him from his tormentor.

That wall was not one of bricks and mortal, metal or stone. It was a wall in his mind, an oversight, something unlooked for and therefore passing his senses unremarked until it was willingly revealed. Through the observation window General Tobias Brak watched, curbing his impatience with difficulty. Beside him a tall lanky cadaver of a man stood with all the patience of the undead. Dressed like an undertaker at a wake he would always look out of place. Brak was not freaked out by the sinister man nor his partner currently occup

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