Disclaimer: Joss is boss
Comments: I thought about this during school sometime (cause Firefly can rule me with its brain)
and I decided it would made a great little ficlet - hope you enjoy
[you guys are after all the people that I keep writing Rayne for ^.-]
Steady breathing. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. River stood there like a statue, looking like she could take all of the guards surrounding her without much effort. Her eyes were steady as they looked around at the full circle of guards around her. They all had the black, shiny helmets on - no identity of their own. They were shadows of the men they once could have been, now they had regulated cloaks of shadow to wear, all the same. River smirked, they were ghosts. She was facing the undead - zombies. She yawned and opened one eye, they had edged closer in hopes that whatever she was going to do would start from that yawn and they could then kill her.
"Sorry to disappoint, zombies. Purple-bellies. Purple-bellied zombies."
Then she felt the ridges of one man's fingertip putting pressure on the inside of his glove. The fingertip the one hoovering over the trigger on his gun. She smirked, he was going to shoot. Sure enough when she gave him a mocking wink, the bullet went flying towards her body. Though, quick as she was, the bullet instead was sent into the body of the guard right across from him. As he fell another bullet sailed into another soldier in the circle from his own gun.
River had taken advantage of the time that the guards needed to gather their own confusion and make sense of what had happened. Three more guards were down without much effort. Swinging fists here, high kicks there. Seamless water-like moves that flowed like a dance. A dance that made her smile. One of the lights above one of the guards was shattered as his head was slammed into it. Sparks rained down, and the were all left in the dim blue light of the remaining lights. The guards had those shadow-like cloaks of masks on - the black tint covering their view.
"Zombies without eyesight. No eyes. No soul."
Some of the guards tried to lock onto her voice with the ends of their guns, but she was too quick. She flew in the air, taking it upon herself to have a little fun with this. They couldn't see, and even if their ears were trained enough to point near-perfect towards the grunts of their fallen comrades in hopes of finding her, she knew they wouldn't hurt her.
Then it happened, she was near-done with the rest of the purple-bellied zombies. A sharp pain in her chest, then another in her stomach, in her thigh, in her arm. It was like a swarm of hornets had buried their way into her skin and it burned. She screamed and could do nothing but fall to her knees. Then more hornets buried themselves within her throat, her hip, her knees. She cried out in pain and rage. Her arms shot out and hit the cold white sterile floor to stay up. The hornets stopped. The pain spread like the little white beads on a blood-soaked paper towel.
"Little albatross...you have come home at last."
River's eyes were hazed over in pain, she didn't want to open them. She didn't want to look at the smirking face of her greatest enemies. Two shiny black shadow covered shoes clicked closer to her. She gasped out in pain as one zombie pulled back her head with a handful of hair. The pain radiating its way through the skin of her scalp was full of fire. It was more intense than any of the countless bullet-holes in her body at the moment. The person inflicting this pain was using his hands covered in blue, no zombie uniform black. Blue. She could feel it breathing all over her body like a sick laugh that boiled her blood.
"Did you miss us?"
River managed to let out a tear as she spat on one of his hands, the little bit of saliva making its way slowly down the powder blue. Her head was released and she dipped her head and closed her eyes. This was only met with the cold steel of the same gun that shot at her from a distance. Now as it was nestled within the soft waves of her hair she sighed. She knew she was going to die.
"River! Get yur hot little ass over here."
She lifted her head and opened her eyes, there was Jayne taking a drink of water.
"Excuse me, I'm trying to have an epic death scene here Mr.Cobb."
"Death scene? How bout a sex scene instead?"
River carefully thought about the two, then smirked and got up walking over to the sweating mercenary who had just finished lifting his weights. She laughed a little as he spanked her ass, while they entered his bunk.
"Dun know why you play pretend lil moonface. Especially so morbid-like."
She growled a little and ran her nails down his shirt.
"She knows the bear likes it when she does - even if he doesnt say so."
He grinned and tickled her little body, that laughter illuminating the room like she always managed to do. He really did like it, watching her dance around the cargo bay with her short little dress, eyes all closed. He growled and buried his face into her neck, it was time for his favorite ending - and this was definately not going to be pretend.