Disclaimer: It's so sad, but it's true. I have nothing to do with Firefly.
Authors Notes: I'm hungry. Just thought I'd share. Enjoy the latest chapter!
Right and Wrong
By KaySky
Part Seven
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Vincent had one arm wrapped around Kaylee and the other arm sticking straight out, pointing at Mal, with a gun in hand.
“Who the hell are you?” Mal’s worst fears came true. Someone was on the ship and that someone had Kaylee.
“I’m sure Anya must have mentioned me, the husband?” He was grinning from ear to ear. He was filled with confidence. Not one thought of Mal getting the upper hand even crossed his mind.
“Aren’t ya supposed to be dead?” Jayne stared into his eyes, gun in hand.
He turned to Anya. “Baby, is that what you have been telling these kind folks? And to think I once thought you were as sincere as little Kaylee.”
“We’ll I think we got a problem here, Vinny. You got my girl and it would be in your best interest to let her go.”
“Actually, captain…I’m assuming your Captain Reynolds….” He raised Kaylee’s shirt up just enough. Mal’s heart sank when he saw all the blood. “…the way I see it, if you want Kaylee to live you need to do something for me.”
“You hurt her and Anya is getting a bullet between the eyes.” Zoe aimed her gun at Anya. She wouldn’t hesitate about shooting her.
“You want to shoot her, that’s fine with me. I never was a big fan of lying, cheating whores.”
Mal looked at Jayne and Zoe. The chances of them taking Vincent down without injuring Kaylee were low. The all knew it. She was already hurt and he didn’t know how badly. He couldn’t risk something going wrong and making her worse. He’d never be able to live with himself. Slowly, Mal laid his gun to the ground. Jayne and Zoe followed his actions.
“Glad you see it my way Captain Reynolds. Kick them over to me. Now there is only one more thing I’m going to ask of you and than your little Kaylee is free as a bird.”
“What’s that?” So many plans were running throu
Pickin' on our Kaylee like that.
Leaving us all hung up and all, time after time.
But, you do keep 'em coming.
Keep 'em coming!
"You can't take the sky from me"
- Soul
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~I agree with Ali D, I really don't see this happening.
Vincent and Anya need to die slow, uncomfortable deaths.
“Knock, knock. Who’s there? It’s the chalkboard, but she’s not alone.”
~All the River crazy talk in your story is wonderful, very well written.
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