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Ratta Tat Tat 1/5
Title: Ratta Tat Tat
Author: Magpie
Rating: pg-13
Genre: no Pairing
Verse: Firefly PreBDM
Summary: With a scream of "ratta tat tat" River ripped open an old wound, warning of a danger that has stalked Zoe through the years, a nightmare that formed the friendship that carried her and Mal through Serenity Valley and a hell that is finally catching up.
Notes: I started writting this over a year ago before actually creating this journal (I think). I only finished it about oh... four days ago? Somthing like that. Anyway, finally posting it here for anyone keeping an eye on my stories since I'm not a member of any Firefly coms.
Dead, all dead, every last one of them. Lined up like ducks and cut down like wheat. She turned, holding her rifle like a child clung to a teddy bear, this wasn‘t a game anymore. This wasn‘t playing anymore. The fun was over and she compared her count to the others. Her brothers looked like strangers, the men of her platoon who had looked out for all this time, knowing she shouldn’t of been there, knowin’ a recruiter desperate to fill his quota was the reason she was a sixteen year old pretending to be eighteen and a solider, they were taunting her low kill count. The men who‘d promised to keep her safe until she wasn‘t too green to watch her own back were congratulating themselves near a pile of bodies stacked ten high with boys and girls her age.
She looked down at her own gun, paralyzed and afraid. This was war, it wasn’t a game, and she couldn’t play anymore. Her brothers taunted her. This was war, she shouldn’t want to play anymore. This was war, she was winning, and she wanted to play more. A bone chilling thrill ran down her spine as she felt a small smile cross her face as she took aim and joined her brothers again. It was fun to win at war. If you kept it as just a game, something fun, something that didn’t matter, something that could become petty like breaking your friend’ bat after he beat you in a game and getting to taunt him afterward it could be a little fun. It was fun to win, and she was on the winning side.
She shot and shot and shot and practiced her aim and played around and the boys said they were proud of their little sister, letting her kill the last of the stupid rebels. A boy her own age, thin and sickly and not even bothering to fight or cry like the others. Why didn’t he cry like the others? She took careful aim and shot him somewhere that made her brothers hoot and holler and promise never to piss her off. He was crying now, but he’d made her look bad in front of her brothers so she just left him. Served him right for not letting winning be as fun as it should be.
She put down her rifle and looked up, dead piled high and rotten. The boy was gone, they were all gone, her brothers were gone. Someone was hunting her and it wasn’t fun at all. She was the hunter, she was winning this game and then she’d make whoever hunted her feel really really bad for making her the hunted even one minute. She turned, scrapped and bruised but ready and eager to fight. An inhuman howl escaped her lips as she prepared to attack only to find a barrel of a rifle between her eyes. “It’s a mercy killing” A machine gun went off in her head as her brains were blown away.
Zoe came awake with a start, jerking to a sitting position and nearly fleeing the bed in favor of saner regions when a voice spoke. “Zoe?” Wash asked behind her. He sounded only mildly concerned, after three years sharing a bed he knew well how often she slept with nightmares, though she rarely woke so suddenly from them. In honesty this wasn’t the first time she’d had that one, though it had been six months and more since the last one. It seemed to finally be fading, even with the reminder that had brought it back. “Zoe?” Wash asked again, shaking her verbally back to the present. “You alright?”
Zoe relaxed back down beside him, letting him wrap his semi-muscular arms around her and hold her steady. She was the strong one, but he was the one to ground her after the ghosts of the past caught up with her. With an embrace and that goofy smile of his he’d smooth it all away, as gentle as when he traced his hands over the scars on her body trying to sooth away the memory and the lingering aches of the past. “Just a dream” Just a nightmare. “Go back to sleep.”
“I don’t mind staying up a bit. I’m a bit reluctant to sleep after that last image of Jayne in a tutu.” Zoe smiled, he never failed to know what to say.
“Alright, but if you crash us tomorrow I’m not keepin’ the captain from gutting you.” She warned, closing her eyes and forcing herself to relax.
A finger ran lightly over a newer scar on her arm and Wash sighed, letting himself fall back to sleep slowly. “Shh… sh…” He muttered half asleep. “Only a dream. I’ll be here still.”
Rivers eyes flew open. Something wasn’t as it seemed. Sounds echoed through the halls of serenity, a distant sound like a memory or a warning. She slid out of bed and padded out of her room, careful not to wake Simon. She had to talk to Serenity. She tried to figure out what the ship was saying but all she heard was ratta tat tat. “Ratta tat tat” She repeated softly, walking down the hallway.
She followed the echo, up the stairs toward the bridge. She could see the captain taking the night watch ahead. “ratta tat tat. Ratta tat tat” She said, loud enough Mal turned to look to see what she was up too. The echo led her near the end of the hall, by a bunk. “Ratta tat tat” She said louder still.
River put her hands against the wall terror gnawing at her insides as she heard it in her minds eye. “RATTA TAT TAT!” She screamed, pain flaring all around her body. “RATTA TAT TAT!”
Darkness claimed her before she reached the floor.
Author: Magpie
Rating: pg-13
Genre: no Pairing
Verse: Firefly PreBDM
Summary: With a scream of "ratta tat tat" River ripped open an old wound, warning of a danger that has stalked Zoe through the years, a nightmare that formed the friendship that carried her and Mal through Serenity Valley and a hell that is finally catching up.
Notes: I started writting this over a year ago before actually creating this journal (I think). I only finished it about oh... four days ago? Somthing like that. Anyway, finally posting it here for anyone keeping an eye on my stories since I'm not a member of any Firefly coms.
Dead, all dead, every last one of them. Lined up like ducks and cut down like wheat. She turned, holding her rifle like a child clung to a teddy bear, this wasn‘t a game anymore. This wasn‘t playing anymore. The fun was over and she compared her count to the others. Her brothers looked like strangers, the men of her platoon who had looked out for all this time, knowing she shouldn’t of been there, knowin’ a recruiter desperate to fill his quota was the reason she was a sixteen year old pretending to be eighteen and a solider, they were taunting her low kill count. The men who‘d promised to keep her safe until she wasn‘t too green to watch her own back were congratulating themselves near a pile of bodies stacked ten high with boys and girls her age.
She looked down at her own gun, paralyzed and afraid. This was war, it wasn’t a game, and she couldn’t play anymore. Her brothers taunted her. This was war, she shouldn’t want to play anymore. This was war, she was winning, and she wanted to play more. A bone chilling thrill ran down her spine as she felt a small smile cross her face as she took aim and joined her brothers again. It was fun to win at war. If you kept it as just a game, something fun, something that didn’t matter, something that could become petty like breaking your friend’ bat after he beat you in a game and getting to taunt him afterward it could be a little fun. It was fun to win, and she was on the winning side.
She shot and shot and shot and practiced her aim and played around and the boys said they were proud of their little sister, letting her kill the last of the stupid rebels. A boy her own age, thin and sickly and not even bothering to fight or cry like the others. Why didn’t he cry like the others? She took careful aim and shot him somewhere that made her brothers hoot and holler and promise never to piss her off. He was crying now, but he’d made her look bad in front of her brothers so she just left him. Served him right for not letting winning be as fun as it should be.
She put down her rifle and looked up, dead piled high and rotten. The boy was gone, they were all gone, her brothers were gone. Someone was hunting her and it wasn’t fun at all. She was the hunter, she was winning this game and then she’d make whoever hunted her feel really really bad for making her the hunted even one minute. She turned, scrapped and bruised but ready and eager to fight. An inhuman howl escaped her lips as she prepared to attack only to find a barrel of a rifle between her eyes. “It’s a mercy killing” A machine gun went off in her head as her brains were blown away.
Zoe came awake with a start, jerking to a sitting position and nearly fleeing the bed in favor of saner regions when a voice spoke. “Zoe?” Wash asked behind her. He sounded only mildly concerned, after three years sharing a bed he knew well how often she slept with nightmares, though she rarely woke so suddenly from them. In honesty this wasn’t the first time she’d had that one, though it had been six months and more since the last one. It seemed to finally be fading, even with the reminder that had brought it back. “Zoe?” Wash asked again, shaking her verbally back to the present. “You alright?”
Zoe relaxed back down beside him, letting him wrap his semi-muscular arms around her and hold her steady. She was the strong one, but he was the one to ground her after the ghosts of the past caught up with her. With an embrace and that goofy smile of his he’d smooth it all away, as gentle as when he traced his hands over the scars on her body trying to sooth away the memory and the lingering aches of the past. “Just a dream” Just a nightmare. “Go back to sleep.”
“I don’t mind staying up a bit. I’m a bit reluctant to sleep after that last image of Jayne in a tutu.” Zoe smiled, he never failed to know what to say.
“Alright, but if you crash us tomorrow I’m not keepin’ the captain from gutting you.” She warned, closing her eyes and forcing herself to relax.
A finger ran lightly over a newer scar on her arm and Wash sighed, letting himself fall back to sleep slowly. “Shh… sh…” He muttered half asleep. “Only a dream. I’ll be here still.”
Rivers eyes flew open. Something wasn’t as it seemed. Sounds echoed through the halls of serenity, a distant sound like a memory or a warning. She slid out of bed and padded out of her room, careful not to wake Simon. She had to talk to Serenity. She tried to figure out what the ship was saying but all she heard was ratta tat tat. “Ratta tat tat” She repeated softly, walking down the hallway.
She followed the echo, up the stairs toward the bridge. She could see the captain taking the night watch ahead. “ratta tat tat. Ratta tat tat” She said, loud enough Mal turned to look to see what she was up too. The echo led her near the end of the hall, by a bunk. “Ratta tat tat” She said louder still.
River put her hands against the wall terror gnawing at her insides as she heard it in her minds eye. “RATTA TAT TAT!” She screamed, pain flaring all around her body. “RATTA TAT TAT!”
Darkness claimed her before she reached the floor.