Dagger of the Mind, chapter 5
Friday, March 19, 2010
Mal and Jayne search for the others, Zoe starts running out of time, and Wash plays at being a hero
CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 1877 RATING: 10.0 (PG13) SERIES: FIREFLY
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who stuck with our brave crew through a grim Chapter 5. Things are about to start looking up, I promise. Scroll-over titles added for those who want to see Chinese translations and Shakespeare references! Reviews and constructive criticism are truly appreciated.
Mal was ready to tear someone apart. Preferably bare-handed. Preferably that dog-humping lunatic Callum. But his fuse, never very long in any case, had just about reached the powder keg and he was feeling mighty unparticular at that moment.
Several hours had passed since Callum's za jiao wave. They'd searched the bar, searched the town, then returned to trash the bar good and proper. Jayne had threatened the proprietor with everything from Ginnylee, the jaunty little switchblade, to Vera, the meanest son-of-a-bitch gun known to mankind. But the woman swore on the eyes of her children (whom Jayne had also helpfully brought into the 'conversation') that she had no idea who'd kidnapped Zoe and the others, nor where they'd gone.
"Here," she cried desperately, tossing a sack of coins towards Mal. "Take the money. That's everything they paid me and all else I got besides." She threw up her hands defensively. "Don't know no more. Can't tell what I don't know. Take the money. Take my gal!" she gushed hysterically, grabbing her oldest, who was maybe 15, by the shoulders and giving her a shove in Mal's direction. "T' replace your women. She can do for you like whatever they done."
Jayne leered approvingly at the shivering slip of a girl, and turned a hopeful eye towards Mal. But Mal's scowl only deepened in disgust. There must be a special
Post Your Comments
You must log in to post comments.