lets see how we die, Firefly, R
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phantismaFandom: Firefly
Title: lets see how we die
Charcater: River, Mal
Rating: R
Word Count: 616
Summary: Post Serenity, the Captain once again finds himself in a bad spot and River comes to fetch him, which results in mayhem, blood, gore, etc....
A/Ns & Warnings: Written for my second card for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
angst_bingo.
"Kàn wŏmen zĕnme sĭ ba."
It was beautiful…in the most violent, depraved, and gory sense of the word. He watched her dance…Simon always said she loved to dance…spinning gracefully through the increasingly bloody tableau of men and weapons and flames…watched her hands move with the grace of any companion…they're so small…he remembered that…her fingers thin and limber, her hands both fit inside his one, so tiny and fragile…deadly as they spun the gun around on the next victim.
He thought maybe he should help, should do something…despite the gaping hole in his side and the blood currently making it's way out of his body, despite the fact that she had pushed him to the wall, then to the floor and told him to stay down, stay out of the way….
His hand flexed against the gun, closed around the handle, lifting it as new enemies crawled through the blown in door. Her back was turned, she wouldn't see them in time. His hand trembled and sweat dripped into his eyes, at least he thought it was sweat…at this point he couldn't be sure…but he couldn't see, couldn't focus…his hand fell back to the cold metal floor.
Shots rang out as he slipped further down the wall…everything was crooked and tilted and coated in red. Metal casings from used up rounds echoed as they hit the floor and bounced. Bodies thudded and piled up, blocking the door and offering them a brief moment of silence.
River dropped the guns in her hand and whirled on one of them still moving. She squatted over him, her eyes gone hazy with the crazy, her hands dripping blood, smearing it on him as she turned his face to her and leaned in. He couldn't hear what she whispered to him, could only see the man pleading, his lips trembling.
"River." He scraped the word out of a throat that ain't been used for much more than screaming in days and she cocks her head at him. "Play time's over, little Albatross. Time to go."
She moved toward him, her eyes still wild, then went back to the man under her, slitting his throat and leaving him to gurgle until he was dead. She was like a panther, a gorram, fēng kuáng de panther, and that shouldn't have made him laugh, but he couldn't help it…not until the pain lanced through him and she looked down at him like she might just kill him too and be done with it.
The knife dropped to the floor though and she looked down at her hands as if just realizing they were coated in blood. She wiped them on her dress…a dress that used to be yellow but had gone to a mottled red and brown and black, sticky and wet with gore and grease and who knew what else.
She reached for him then, tugging him toward her. "No getting fresh now," he joked, thinking he was dying so he might as well get her to laugh…or something like that because her hands were pulling him and his body didn't want to go, but there was a reason…he knew there was a reason.
"Captain." Her voice cut through his rambling tumble through his own kind of crazy. "If you die on me, I'm going to be very annoyed with you."
He laughed again, holding his side as they inched toward the access corridor that had been their destination before the bad guys had caught up with them. "You need to work on your threats, little girl." Mal said, letting her drag him toward whatever getaway she'd arranged before she'd come barreling in to save his ass.
Again.
Title: lets see how we die
Charcater: River, Mal
Rating: R
Word Count: 616
Summary: Post Serenity, the Captain once again finds himself in a bad spot and River comes to fetch him, which results in mayhem, blood, gore, etc....
A/Ns & Warnings: Written for my second card for
angst_bingo."Kàn wŏmen zĕnme sĭ ba."
It was beautiful…in the most violent, depraved, and gory sense of the word. He watched her dance…Simon always said she loved to dance…spinning gracefully through the increasingly bloody tableau of men and weapons and flames…watched her hands move with the grace of any companion…they're so small…he remembered that…her fingers thin and limber, her hands both fit inside his one, so tiny and fragile…deadly as they spun the gun around on the next victim.
He thought maybe he should help, should do something…despite the gaping hole in his side and the blood currently making it's way out of his body, despite the fact that she had pushed him to the wall, then to the floor and told him to stay down, stay out of the way….
His hand flexed against the gun, closed around the handle, lifting it as new enemies crawled through the blown in door. Her back was turned, she wouldn't see them in time. His hand trembled and sweat dripped into his eyes, at least he thought it was sweat…at this point he couldn't be sure…but he couldn't see, couldn't focus…his hand fell back to the cold metal floor.
Shots rang out as he slipped further down the wall…everything was crooked and tilted and coated in red. Metal casings from used up rounds echoed as they hit the floor and bounced. Bodies thudded and piled up, blocking the door and offering them a brief moment of silence.
River dropped the guns in her hand and whirled on one of them still moving. She squatted over him, her eyes gone hazy with the crazy, her hands dripping blood, smearing it on him as she turned his face to her and leaned in. He couldn't hear what she whispered to him, could only see the man pleading, his lips trembling.
"River." He scraped the word out of a throat that ain't been used for much more than screaming in days and she cocks her head at him. "Play time's over, little Albatross. Time to go."
She moved toward him, her eyes still wild, then went back to the man under her, slitting his throat and leaving him to gurgle until he was dead. She was like a panther, a gorram, fēng kuáng de panther, and that shouldn't have made him laugh, but he couldn't help it…not until the pain lanced through him and she looked down at him like she might just kill him too and be done with it.
The knife dropped to the floor though and she looked down at her hands as if just realizing they were coated in blood. She wiped them on her dress…a dress that used to be yellow but had gone to a mottled red and brown and black, sticky and wet with gore and grease and who knew what else.
She reached for him then, tugging him toward her. "No getting fresh now," he joked, thinking he was dying so he might as well get her to laugh…or something like that because her hands were pulling him and his body didn't want to go, but there was a reason…he knew there was a reason.
"Captain." Her voice cut through his rambling tumble through his own kind of crazy. "If you die on me, I'm going to be very annoyed with you."
He laughed again, holding his side as they inched toward the access corridor that had been their destination before the bad guys had caught up with them. "You need to work on your threats, little girl." Mal said, letting her drag him toward whatever getaway she'd arranged before she'd come barreling in to save his ass.
Again.
