awesome_lilly: (dreaming)
[personal profile] awesome_lilly
Hammerbanghammerbang...

The smooth continuity of Mal firing his favorite pistol at the shooting range target fifty yards away made Mal somehow feel better about life in general.  What definitely made Mal feel better about life was that he was shooting far better than David standing next to him.

"Since when did you get better 'n me, Malcolm?" David jibes with a grin. "I never said you was allowed to ever get better 'n me."

"If you'd practice more instead o' flirtin' with Mary Ann Patterson, I'd still be yards behind ya." Mal reloads almost gleefully as he compares his last shot's bull's eye with David's last shot, which veered ever so slightly right of center.

Date: 2005-08-25 01:19 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (holster)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Mal reaches around to his back pouch of his holster belt to reload when the footsteps behind him register.

Turning, he immediately holsters his gun. "Lilly? How...Why?" Mal can't seem to figre out what question he wants answered first.

Date: 2005-08-25 01:48 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (Default)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
"Why are you here, Lilly?" Mal comes to put his hands on her shoulders. "You can't be in this shootin' range, it's just mine and David's..."

Mal looks over his shoulder to point out David's presense, but David had disappeared. As well as the targets. The lights may be on in this particular setting, but no one is home except Lilly and Mal.

Date: 2005-08-25 02:15 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (WTF)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Mal stands uncomprehendingly in front of Lilly.

"What? Of course you know me. Me, y'know...Mal? Reynolds? Captain a spaceship?

"Captain Mu Ji?"

Date: 2005-08-25 02:49 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (interrogation)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Renci de Fozu

"Lilly?" Mal straightens his gaze into Lilly's eyes. "You with me? Mei-mei, I need you to tell me what's wrong."

Date: 2005-08-25 03:16 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (blank jossed)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
"We'll find her, Lilly," Mal starts, unknowing what else to say, "We'll find her; we'll make it stop, please don't cry, we'll make it stop..."

Date: 2005-08-25 03:42 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (He doesn't like you.)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Proximity alarm. What's near us? Why can't I seewhereamiwhereiseveryone?

The lights in the cargo bay flip to black suddenly, but Mal can still see somehow Lilly's streaked face and the space between them. Through the proximity alarm, he hears the sound of removing the gun from his holster, ready for anything.

But not the stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp of Reavers comin' in through the airlocks upstairs.

toomanycan'tstopthemlillyohmygod

Date: 2005-08-25 07:36 pm (UTC)
badinlatin: (out of gas)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
"Can't leave, Lilly; lil' bit too much of the vastness of space outside." Mal begins to train his gun on the invisible perpetrators of the stomp stomp stomp - on the catwalks, the ladder down the other side o' the bay, every place that has more shadow than light. This, by the way, is almost anywhere.

"Maybe we could get out by the shuttle..."

Nope, the stomp comes from that corner of the ship too.

"Ain't no shuttle left."

Date: 2005-08-25 09:15 pm (UTC)
badinlatin: (He doesn't like you.)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Mal actually has a target now.

The reavers, in single file, are marching stomp stomp stomp stomp down the ladders to the main floor of the cargo bay.

Toward Mal. Toward Lilly.

Mal can't stop them. Any of them.

"Lilly - run. Hide. Go."

Date: 2005-08-27 04:57 am (UTC)
badinlatin: (torture)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Mal knows there's nowhere to go.

There's no one can help me

Help us.


The front ranks of Reavers that have reached the floor of the cargo bay are forming column and file, still keeping the stomp stomp stomp.

Mal fears. His gun is useless, his body is useless. There is no defense.

"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want..."

Date: 2005-08-27 08:57 pm (UTC)
badinlatin: (mal screaming)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
The Reavers break rank and all Mal can see is the grotesque face of the one closest to him.

My gun works I know it works shoot the motherfucker

Mal's arm is lead and his gun is iron, the combination of which makes training his gun on the Reaver seem like moving through quicksand.

The Reaver takes advantage and connects with Mal's wrist, tearing into the flesh of his bicep. Mal's vision flashes white shrapnel live shrapnel when the teeth sink in, and Mal's mind can't even connect to Lilly completely vulnerable behind him.

There are no green pastures here.

Date: 2005-08-27 09:15 pm (UTC)
badinlatin: (torture)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
The white has faded back to black...not to black, to the dark of the cargo bay. The Reavers - Lilly, it's Lilly - is pulling him toward the hall that materialized behind them. Mal clutches his arm as Lilly clutches his side while the pair stagger down the corridor.

Date: 2005-08-27 09:29 pm (UTC)
badinlatin: (better 'he doesn't like you')
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
"Yes," Mal spits out. Not rough, but loudly so as to keep in check his mind wanting to stop his arm bleeding.

"What, Lilly? We gotta keep goin'..."

Date: 2005-08-27 09:40 pm (UTC)
badinlatin: ('time')
From: [personal profile] badinlatin
Mal's face crumples at mu ji and acquiesces. He stands limply as he nods to let Lilly move on away from him, but in a last reflex, Mal's hand connects to Lilly's arm, sliding down to the hand which had attempted to staunch her bleeding.

The copper smell is the only way he can tell that the smear on Mal's hand is Lilly's blood as her hand slips through his.

Date: 2005-08-27 09:59 pm (UTC)
badinlatin: (torture)
From: [personal profile] badinlatin

"I'll be okay, mu ji."

Mal sits bolt upright in bed, throwing his sheet off his bed weakly with one hand, his mind reeling with Reavers and Lilly and the bite on his arm.

the bite

Mal looks at his arm quickly, no marks, no blood. Sighing, he drags his hand across his forehead, hoping to remove some of the cold sweat from his nightmare.

Now that is odd. Mal fumbles for a light switch, and moves to his mirror to rinse his face.

On which he now has a smear of blood.

"Son of a bitch." Mal can't wash off the blood fast enough.

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