I know. Two in one day. Too much. Well, I got a bite of inspiration so strong that I managed to belt out two slices of my story. This one was that dark turn I mentioned last time, taking a page out of Out of Gas. Showcased are introductions to Friday, Zane, Anne, and Syl, all seen through the eyes of Anne, because this is her episode. Mostly, because she was the only one present for all of these.

Watch for the plot development at the end. Aahh. Ain't that sweet?

All your Firefly are belong to Joss

Give me feedback. It is like chocolate to me.

Guts

"I'm sure we'll work something out."

"You should cut your hair short."

"Boss, I can fix this."

"How'd you like a job?"

Two crisp gunshots filled the air, a shiver of agony already filling the inners of her as the weapon slipped from her fingers. A pair of shocked eyes stared into her own, sliding away from her as they fell to the ground. He stared at her, unable to scream, or move. He just stared at her, and took slow, ragged breaths. He stared into the clouds, which began to disgourge their heft onto the parched soil. He questioned her. Why? How could I be so stupid? He didn't say a word, but she could see every word written wide on his face. He still breathed, and would likely continue for a long, agonizing time.

She coughed, a ripping pain reaching all the way into her innards. She turned to run away, but she couldn't get her legs to work right. She fell, her head striking the arcing roots of the tree. She let her hand explore the landscape of her abdomen. The fingers quickly became warm and wet.

She coughed again, feeling something painful at the base of her lungs. Damn it, she thought. Made it this far. So close.

Hell, she was not just going to die here. With a groan of intense pain, she hauled herself back to her feet. The rain falling around her plastered her short hair to her scalp as she began her shuffling stride back toward her ship. Please, Jacob, she thought, don't come after me. Run.

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"Any luck?" Anne asked as Zane approach