A River of Violence - Chapter Five Part II
Monday, March 24, 2008
When one hears the line "Two men walked into a bar..." it's usually the beginning of a bad joke but for Jayne, it's the sound of his past about to catch up with him. After years on the run, it's finally time for him to settle old scores and confront old enemies. But the only way for him to get out of this alive is to turn to the one person he can count on. A multi-chaptered fic set after Serenity, inspired by the graphic novel and movie, A History of Violence. Rayne. Rated R WARNING: Violence, lots of violence.
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This may get confusing as Jayne is referred to by another name. Just remember that Jayne is the main character and his name still starts with a “J” and you should be fine. :D
CHAPTER FIVE: TICKETS FOR THE EIGHT O’CLOCK TRAIN - PART II
"You’re what?!"
John’s mother dropped her chopsticks with a clatter, almost losing her rice bowl as well. The rest of the family, plus Feng, stared down the table at Maria.
"Moving to the capitol after the festivals." replied John. He spoke slowly, as though he was speaking to a small child rather than his mother. Feng looked down at the table, her rice, the platter of stir fried sweet peas between her and Annie Ju, anywhere but the end of the table where Maria sat.
"Watch your tone, boy." His father warned.
"No." Maria said firmly.
"What do ya mean no?" asked John. "Gong gong asked me to."
"Your grandfather asked..." Maria set her rice down with a loud thud. "Do you know what your father and I have gone through to keep you children away from all the trouble that man is going to bring down on our heads when he dies? Because that’s all you’re going to get if you go Johnny, a big steaming pile of gou shi."
She picked up her chopsticks again and stabbed them through the air in John’s direction. "You’re not going, young man. Keep working at the shop if you want to but you’re staying here in Winthrop and that’s final."
John looked beseechingly down the other end of the table to his father who simply shook his head. "Your mother’s got this one right, son."
"And what kind a trouble are you talkin’ about anyway?" demanded John. "You always say the city’s trouble but Vera went-"
"You leave Feng out of this." Maria snapped. Feng slid further down into her chair as though she wanted to disappear. "I didn’t say anything to her because they won’t touch girls as a rule and she’s seen enough ugliness in this ‘verse to steer clear of it when she sees it. Your grandfather’s business may be legitimate but he’s still no better than a gangster, the way he tre