At long last, here's the latest chapter. Your input would be appreciated; this is pretty much exclusively a dialog piece, and since I'm inexperienced with fiction, dialog is the hardest for me to write. This version has been edited quite a bit since the first.
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Mal awoke to find himself lying on a couch in a quiet, warmly lit room. For a fleeting moment he thought himself home on Shadow, waking from a peaceful sleep. He spent several seconds trying to fit pieces together in his head, cringing internally as he recalled his last conscious hours. Interesting surprise, finding himself not dead.
Cautiously, he tried to move his body and quickly thought better of it as pain shot through every muscle he so much as thought about moving. The pain wasn't bad when he wasn't trying to do something stupid like breathing too deep; he figured by the way the room was swimming about that someone had done him the kindness of doping him up pretty good.
Mal's eyes roamed the room, taking in the simple, homey furnishings, the Alliance flag hanging from an old-fashioned brass pole, the box of medals mounted on the wall before coming to rest on the uniformed man tapping thoughtfully at a screen.
Noticing the attention, the man looked up and met Mal's eyes with a steady gaze. After a long moment, he spoke quietly. "Welcome back, son. I'm Matthew Lee. I'm more or less in charge of this place." Mal listened silently, unsure as to the man's intentions. "How you feeling?" asked Lee.
"Halfway human," Mal replied, pleased to find that his voice was obeying him again. "I got you to thank for that?"
Lee gave a slight smile. "I suppose," he said as he continued to study Mal with a calm inquisitiveness. Finally, he tapped again on the screen.
"I got a set of perfectly matched reports in front of me saying how you killed two of my men in cold blood, put another in the hospital. I don't take too kindly to that, and what I'm finding even
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You may consider me a 'fan' of your writing ;-). I like what you write and how you write it--this chapter included. You create a nice sense of feeling in a low key way. It's well done. I would have liked a touch more of Mal's POV description on how he felt physically throughtout the scene. From the descriptions of the beating in previous chapters, I suspect there'd be a lot more serious damage than cracked bones.
"doped to Kingdom Come" jumped out at me for some reason I can only half-define. 'Kingdom Come' to me suggests an ending--death--so it read as "doped to death" (to me--others may not get it that way). "doped to high heaven" seemed like the more natural phrase.
Very much looking forward to another chapter! Thanks for sharing your work.
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