BLUE SUN ROOM FAN FICTION - GENERAL

BROWNCOATE3

Blood and Daggers (Chapter Six)
Saturday, May 31, 2008

Theiving and knowing, What's to come? Guess it's time to read and find out.


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The needle glowed with heat as it seared his skin and pierced the vein beneath. The pain was excruciating, but the visions and sounds faded. The blue fluid rushed into his bloodstream as he ground his teeth together. He removed the needle and measured the rest of his serum. "Gonna have to be enough huh?" Bo asked Simon who was standing behind him. "I...I didn't know you- I mean I didn't mean to-" Simon stuttered. "It's ok Simon, I knew you were coming before you decided it yourself. Go ahead and sit." Bo motioned to the bed in front of him as he removed the belt from his arm. "I was just wondering if you could give me anything, that might help River?" Simon asked slowly, trying hard not to offend the only person who would have any clue how to help his sister. Bo laughed shortly as he looked Simon over. The young man was worried. He wanted to help his sister so badly. Bo's brow furrowed as he thought. "Simon, I couldn't help with your sister. My 'creator' was completely different than hers. He reveled in making me better than everyone elses attempts. Obviously he was good at it. I'm perfect in the way they want me to be." Bo said with a sad sigh. He reached into his bag and pulled out the SIG Sauer he had carried with him everywhere. The semi-automatic gun was a trophy from a time he preferred not to remember. He sat it on the table near his bed. He also pulled out the two .357 revolvers that he'd gotten the same day as the rifle. He grinned when Simon's eyes got big. 'He's as bad as Jayne' Simon thought loudly. "Not nearly." Bo responded to the silent comment. "These just hold a special sentiment is all." Simons eyes got, if possible, wider. Then he remembered his sister was not the only psychic on board anymore. He stood and left the room as Bo pulled out a change of clothes and began to change. He passed Zoe in the hallway as she made her way to Bo's room. "Uh, I wouldn't. He's changing." Simon called after her. "I'll be fine," Zoe replied shortly. "Okay." Simon said, confounded. Simon turned and continued on to the infirmary to inspect Bo's files again. Zoe knocked on the door as she entered the room. Bo was pulling a shirt on over his head. She noticed the scars that traced down his shoulders to his back. He turned his back on her and she saw that they traced all the way down his spine. Her face lost it's composure for a moment as she imagined the pain the boy had gone through for such men to create their weapon within him. The stone of her attitude returned in a flash as he turned around. Bo's head was still down as he strapped the holster to his chest and slid one of the .357's into it. He looked up at her with a smile. "They didn't hurt nearly as bad as all that Corporal." "I don't imagine." She responded stoically. "Yes you do ma'am." He laughed as he went again to a very military stance. Zoe's mind flashed and she saw him standing like that in front of her years ago. He was in full gear, his rifle slung to his back and he was giving her a situation-report. His jacket was much shorter than Mal's, hanging around his waist. The holster was the same he was wearing now, but it was hidden within his flak gear. An explosion went off feet away and Zoe felt the earth heave as she lost her balance. Bo caught her as she fell. She stared up at the ceiling in the room and blinked repeatedly. "You gotta stop that kid." Zoe told him as she stood. "Not something I can really control ma'am. Not that one anyway." "That mean that you controlled the other one?" Zoe asked on the captains behalf. Bo didn't answer but went to making his bed. Zoe stood in silence for a moment before she left. Something about the boy she had known so long ago made her uncomfortable. She knew Mal felt the same, but would never admit it to anyone that he didn't trust the young man he had once thought of as a brother. She climbed the stairs, silently wishing that Sheppard Book was still alive for council. She walked to the bridge and stood, watching the captain fly while River slept. "How is he Zoe?" Mal asked over his shoulder. "I can't say for sure sir. He still seems lucid enough, but he's losing control of his own mind. A vision erupted in my head as I walked in and he said he had no control over it. How far are we from Sarro?" "A few hours out. Four at the most. What do you think? Think we should take him in too?" Mal asked, looking for Zoe to be answer the way he needed her to. "Sir, not to be short, but he has his own crew to worry about. He can do just fine out there once he gets more of that serum he needs. His cut in this will help him pay for that and then we can be on our way. This time without the complications of the past interfering." Mal nodded, knowing she was right. He flew on, the planet ahead a dot in the window that separated them from the all consuming black.

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The cargo bay was silent as Zoe landed the ship, not as lightly as her husband had once done, but well enough Mal thought. Jayne coughed as he pushed past Simon and Kaylee to stand next to Mal and Bo. River stood off to one side as she watched the three men closely. Jayne was psyching himself out in his head, while Bo was feeling around outside the ship with his mind. Mal was in a state of alert, not only for outsiders, but being wary of the young man that now would go with him into what promised to be a den of hell if it went according to what Dover had said. "What say Little one?" Mal asked River as he looked up at her with a smile. "Three guards, two others that don't belong." She answered. "Plus the mounted sentries. Arcane though. Not using lasers. Using..." Bo stopped and looked at Mal. "Using what, gorram it?" Jayne asked. "7.62 rounds on an automatic machine gun." Bo finished. Mal looked at Bo's hip, where an old wound hid beneath the camo pants. He then looked back to the door. The hydraulics hissed as the doors slid open in the cool mist of the night air. Sarro's two moons floated silently overhead, dancing perpetually among the stars. The three men stepped out onto the wet dirt and they were moving. The clearing they had landed in was in the center of a forest with the largest trees River had ever seen. The green bark almost glowed under the purple light of the closest moon, Zephyr. Bo moved out into the forest, as he looked back his eyes shown their deep blue more than Mal had ever seen before. Jayne's face was shadowed deeply and the grin on his face was almost demonic looking in the purple light. "Wow." Kaylee whispered as she looked into the night sky. Mal moved out into the forest and followed the other two. The gun on his thigh was oddly cumbersome tonight. The shotgun slung over his shoulder, however, sat well in the small of his back. He watched the shuttle with Inara in it take off and fly towards the closest city. Gorram how he hated her job, though he'd never say anything of the like to her face. Bo had changed into a pair of battle uniform pants and his combat boots. Mal was startled that the young man still had them. The sage green boots combined with the camouflage pants made it seem as though Bo was floating along the misty forest more than running. Mal shivered as the sudden thought of ghosts ran through his head. They ran through the forest, at an almost breakneck speed. They had to get to this estate before the other thieves did. Bo stopped abruptly and held out his hand to stop Jayne. They had reached the wood line, the gigantic house was in front of them. They were coming around the back. Two guards were standing on the porch talking about something that had them very animated. "Sports." Bo mouthed with a grin. He dropped down and slowly moved across the open patch of grass. Jayne crouched and ran across after the younger mercenary. Mal looked up to find the two guards gone and ran along after the others. The porch was overhead before he knew it. They were stacked on either side of the door when the large pieces of oak swung open. A very regal looking man stepped out, followed by the two guards who had been on the porch. The three thieves’ eyes got the size of saucers as they tried their best to be unnoticed. The man in front, obviously the owner of the property, took a deep breath and moved out into his lawn. "How about this night boys? Make you wanna find a woman and make love to her under the stars, eh?" the large man chortled. Both men behind him met eyes and grinned behind the mans back. Bo's face contorted as he shook his head in disgust. He made a gagging face as he moved silently through the door behind the two guards. Jayne looked at Mal, confused. They followed the young man through the door. The owner moved out onto his estate and waddled around the grounds, vocalizing about how gorgeous his estate was in the purple and blue moon light. Bo made his way through the ornate house, moving with as much grace as River dancing or Inara walking. Mal was shocked how the young man had once just powered through such things was now slow and precise about every movement. They moved up the stairs, Bo's rifle pointed up them, Mal's shotgun pointed toward the door. They were up the stairs when they saw what they had come for. It was a knife on a large shining pedestal. The light reflected off of it in an un-godly way. "That's it? My knife's bigger than that 'n. Prolly work better to." Jayne scoffed. "It's a valuable Earth-that-was artifact. From some forgotten war that covered the entire planet or something." Mal said as he watched the stair case. "Nazi blade, got a nice profit attached to it. More than even that Lassiter that someone fenced a few months back. Make a good payout without the doubling I overheard you and Dover talking about." Bo said. "Well then lets get the gorram thing and get out!" Jayne hollered in a whisper. Bo moved to the knife and checked the security system on the knife when they heard gunfire outside. Jayne ran to the window and checked the lawn. The large man was screaming on the ground while the two guards were firing into the wood line. "We have company." Bo said from the pedestal, calmer than if he were back on the ship in his own room. "Lotsa gunfire Cap'n." Jayne shouted as glass busted on the other side of the room. The knife was in Bo's hands and in his belt, and then he was up and firing with his rifle at the other end of the room. Six other men had burst in from the porch and were raining lead down on the crew. Jayne’s pistols were firing at an alarming rate, while Mal’s shotgun sounded like a cannon going off behind him. Two men fell, dead, while the others took cover. “Down the stairs!” Mal shouted over the gunfire. “I’ll cover you!” Bo yelled back. Mal nodded and he and Jayne rocketed down the stairs. Bo heard the shotgun go off again and knew that this battle was going to take the entirety of the ammo they had brought. Two more men fell as a bullet whizzed past Bo’s ear. His ears rang and his head was spinning, then it was as clear as a Shadow’s sunrise. Everything stood out in perfect detail, each sound was the exact pitch he needed it to be for his body to respond correctly. Bo dropped the rifle and let it slide back down to his hip on the sling. He jumped over the pedestal and raced towards the remaining two men. Bullets sprayed around him from the automatic weapons the two adversaries carried. ‘Kill. Death to those that try and stop me. Kill all that get in the way.’ His mind echoed as he flew between bullets. Not one lead ball touched him as he stepped to the first man. The end of the pistol erupted with lead and Bo watched as brain matter flew with blood and skull fragments. He turned to the next man and holstered his gun. He grabbed the man and lifted him bodily off the ground. His hand flew through the skin of the thief’s neck and he ripped the trachea from it’s housing. The man gargled in his death throes then went limp. Bo turned and moved back towards the stairs. Another opponent jumped from a door and found a bullet lodged in his throat. The pistol smoked silently as Bo came to the bottom of the stairs. Dozens of enemies played across the floor. Mal sat behind a couch, reloading as quickly as possible. Jayne was letting bullets fly in every direction, no precision, just throwing lead into the crowd. Bo grabbed a sword from a wall mount and looked to see that it had an edge. ‘So the old man thought he might have to use one, one day, eh?’ He moved into the throng of people and began hacking off limbs and removing other extremities. Heads rolled to the floor and people lay screaming as blood poured from open gashes. Bo watched as one young woman produced a knife and threw it at his chest. Bo’s hand flashed out and grabbed the dagger’s handle centimeters from his chest. He flipped the knife and flicked his wrist. It soared through the air and buried itself deep in it’s previous owner’s eye. She screamed and toppled to the floor, blood pouring over the hand clutching her eye. Without moving his eyes, he lodged the sword deep in another man’s chest plate then removed it quickly and severed his head. He drew his pistol and fired the remaining four shots into the last moving bodies. Mal stood and stared out at the carnage with shock and disbelief on his face. Bo had a cut across one arm where a man whose eye he had gouged from its socket had cut him in a pained attempt to kill the man killing him. Bo turned and walked past his friend without a word and removed the sheath for the sword from the wall. “I like this blade too.” He muttered as he strapped it over the shoulder opposite his weapon. He took the dagger from his belt and held it behind him for Mal to take. Mal didn’t move. He just stared at Bo for a moment that seemed to drag on forever. Jayne shattered the silence. “I’m really enjoyin’ this little moment y’all are sharin’, but don’t ya think it’s about time we get the hell out of this gorram place ‘fore any more o’ them show up? I ain’t particular to gettin’ shot at.” Mal nodded and took the blade from Bo’s hand when slow, heavy boot step’s came from the large oak doors they had entered through. “Ah but if you leave now you’ll miss the real party.” Came Skoal’s rough, deep voice. The large man stepped through the doorway with Inara held to his chest with his arm, a cut off rifle pointed at her temple. A younger man followed him with an evil grin sketched across his face. Everyone stood, frozen while the evil man’s deep blue eyes shone from under the green striped hood that covered the rest of his head.

COMMENTS

Saturday, May 31, 2008 8:54 PM

BROWNCOATE3


It's rather short this time, but it's packed with fun. Keep flying with me and enjoy the ride. I fly fast and rough, hope to hold you by the seat of your pants. Hope you all will be fueling my passion so I can keep flying.

Thanks again to my influences, Amdobell, Angellemarcs, and Werzbowski. Y'all keep me flying.

Saturday, May 31, 2008 9:27 PM

BROWNCOATE3


A revision to the top statement. You all are my influences, A, A, and W are my mentors, advisors, and idols in their writing. Hehheh. sorry.

Sunday, June 1, 2008 5:25 AM

AMDOBELL


Wow, this was really action packed and fast moving. Not sure how Bo caught the handle of that knife while it was in flight but liked how he turned it back on the woman who had thrown it. And now Skoal has Inara, Mal' Achilles Heel. Things were going so well too. Can't wait for more! Keep up the good work, this was scorching. Ali D :~)
"You can't take the sky from me!"

Sunday, June 1, 2008 2:12 PM

ANGELLEMARCS


Totally awesome. This is become one of your arts, huh?! Nicely done.

Thanks for the honor of being one of your mentors. ;)


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