Blue Sun Room FICTION - HUMOR

Cargo: Chapter 5

Saturday, October 15, 2005

River's ordeal with the mysterious shadow comes to an end. Very short, just finishing what I had in 4.

CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 2311    RATING: 8.0 (PG13)    SERIES: FIREFLY

Tweet

The engine room was dark. The lights were out. There was also a light haze from a broken pipe. This is not the first thing one would notice if they were to walk in, though. One would first see a person chained up to part of the engine. Then they would probably notice a boy lying unconscious near the door. Finally, they would look up and see an old man holding a young girl by her throat, slowly tightening his black handed grip.

Things were starting to get fuzzy for River. The man’s grip was tightening to the point of no end. With that and the furious blows he had dealt her made River unable to struggle the least. She did not see the boy in the background prop himself up on his shoulder.

“I do believe your escapade is going to end now, Misss Tam,” the man explained. “The universe will have but one more hinder in it. Then all will be perf-” Suddenly, the man gave a jolt. He seemed to be trying to move all ways at once. River felt his grip loosen, then fail. She fell to the floor, gasping life giving oxygen. Strength started to flow back into her arms and legs. She looked up, past the contorting man (which by now looked almost comical) and saw the boy, having all white in his eyes. A strained expression was on his face. Sensing that he was somehow doing this, but would not be able to do it for long, River decided to give it a shot. She landed another hard kick into the old man’s neck, and a follow up punch to his stomach. This did absolutely nothing. This assault would have choked a normal human being to death, if not killing him instantly. She hit two major organs.

“Legs...” River looked up. The boy was talking. “Hit the damn ass in the legs!” While finding this weird, River decided to try it. She attempted to hit the man in the right leg with a flying round kick, but he blocked her. The boy was losing control. A quick palm heel strike to the face, and he wasn’t doing so shiny anymore. This time she got a piece of shattered scrap metal and swung it as hard as she could. If he tried to block this, it would

Comments
Saturday, 15 October 2005 09:10
If you have to write another series just to explain this one then something is amiss. Better to write this series so it balances out and has some kind of resolution at the end so there is a sense of closure. Doesn't mean all the loose ends have to be tied off just enough so this series makes sense. Ali D :~)
Saturday, 15 October 2005 13:03
kk... Maybe i will write more. I just don't think the name applies anymore. Sorry i had to post in broken up fragments... thx for the positive AND negatives. I need work on the whole writing thing...
Saturday, 15 October 2005 17:10
I liked it. But I agree with amdobell when saying it could use some resolution.
Sunday, 16 October 2005 00:13
i decided to just continu this series. Even though the name does not apply (one of my petpeives) i will still cont. Thanks people!
Sunday, 16 October 2005 15:34
kinda DOES still apply, in a very obscure, comin'-at-it-from-a-weird-angle kinda way

lovin' it!!!

b
Tuesday, 08 November 2005 22:56
why the legs of all things?
Thursday, 15 December 2005 20:33
uhmmm legs? hats where I would put my brain if I wasn't using it

Post Your Comments

You must log in to post comments.