Firefly Mafia Round 2 SK Kill - Company

Serenity :: Forward Hold :: SK
It was so lonely here, and cold. The companion knew, but she hadn’t said anything, she hadn’t complained to anyone, she never just turned the damn heat up—that was the mystery, that was the secret. I watched her, the way she moved from room to room with grace that would make grown men weep. And I did. I wept for her. I whispered her name again and again. Sylvania. Sylvania. Sylvania.

She wasn’t asleep, like the other, like the first. She turned when she felt me coming, but she didn’t know me, only the rage that burns inside my chest. An emotion, nothing less then she had felt inside the chest of every lover brought to her bed, but passion is only a mild symptom. I feel so much more. She tries to run, but the axe sinks deep into her spine and her legs give way beneath her. I turn her over, and open her chest; she tries to gurgle some response, but her eyes say more then she ever intended. She was no stranger.

Earlier I was told we were to land in a matter of hours. How strange to think of things in such terms when slaughter is so timeless; the world dissolves into nothing more than the weight of the blade, the flow of the blood. Screams that no one can hear. No one but me.

This one though, she feels the pain of others and I wonder what she feels now, when she is in so much pain herself. I wonder if she feels the sharp needles I drive under my own skin; not where anyone can see, not yet, but I am compelled to change. This ship is my chrysalis and I am eager to emerge. I had hoped she would remain conscious, to be aware, as she was more so in life then any I had ever met, but she slipped away before I could release her heart from its cage, bring the throbbing mass to my lips, and kiss her more deeply then she knew was possible. Her blood was warm as it flowed down my throat, and comforting. I needed comfort. It would be some time before we would be reunited with the others, and I had so much to learn.

Rasberry 16 years ago
Serenity :: Forward Hold :: SK
It was so lonely here, and cold. The companion knew, but she hadn’t said anything, she hadn’t complained to anyone, she never just turned the damn heat up—that was the mystery, that was the secret. I watched her, the way she moved from room to room with grace that would make grown men weep. And I did. I wept for her. I whispered her name again and again. Sylvania. Sylvania. Sylvania.

She wasn’t asleep, like the other, like the first. She turned when she felt me coming, but she didn’t know me, only the rage that burns inside my chest. An emotion, nothing less then she had felt inside the chest of every lover brought to her bed, but passion is only a mild symptom. I feel so much more. She tries to run, but the axe sinks deep into her spine and her legs give way beneath her. I turn her over, and open her chest; she tries to gurgle some response, but her eyes say more then she ever intended. She was no stranger.

Earlier I was told we were to land in a matter of hours. How strange to think of things in such terms when slaughter is so timeless; the world dissolves into nothing more than the weight of the blade, the flow of the blood. Screams that no one can hear. No one but me.

This one though, she feels the pain of others and I wonder what she feels now, when she is in so much pain herself. I wonder if she feels the sharp needles I drive under my own skin; not where anyone can see, not yet, but I am compelled to change. This ship is my chrysalis and I am eager to emerge. I had hoped she would remain conscious, to be aware, as she was more so in life then any I had ever met, but she slipped away before I could release her heart from its cage, bring the throbbing mass to my lips, and kiss her more deeply then she knew was possible. Her blood was warm as it flowed down my throat, and comforting. I needed comfort. It would be some time before we would be reunited with the others, and I had so much to learn.