Here is the aforementioned extremely un-funny chapter that I'd alluded to in EoS. This was actually a collaberation between myself and the player of Friday, who said, and I quote "This week, I want something really bad to happen to her." This was about as bad as I could think short of killing her off, which wouldn't have done at all. Also, note the Tarantino I pulled again, jumping from the present right back into the past.

This episode was designed to bring Friday and Monday closer together (I will hex anybody who says Saturday right now ;-p), but the way it unfolded, it looks like it will change the course of the second season more than a little. Remember. Unfunny stuff, sexual abuse and the like. And an old enemy reasserts himself.

Joss created Firefly, not me. Tim Minear created raping the characters, not me. I steal from both.

Feedback: Please. This will be a controversial chapter, I'm feeling. I'd like to know how it's recieved.

Shattered.

It hurt to breathe.

A part of her knew that her ribs were at least a bit broken. Her arms were, too, to one degree or another. Her right arm was humped, she could tell just from the way it flopped the wrong damn direction. In the wrong damn place, too. Her left arm was tore up, by fingernails and the knife, and her hand was impaled to the window, holding her in place. He hadn't even bothered to remove the weapon.

She sobbed again, a weak sound against the dying day. It hurt to weep, but she couldn't stop. It happened so fast. One man. Just one man. She'd trained in self defense, and it just took one man. She wanted to pull something over her beaten, battered frame, but with one hand impaled and the other totally unusuable, she simply sobbed as the rain pelted down.

A part of her wondered where he was? She was supposed to meet him a while ago. She'd been looking forward to that meeting for a while, now. Ever since he promised. Her entire body burned, with pain and shame, as she sobbed. She was supposed to be having dinner. It was supposed to b