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ALLIETHORN7

Sol Child
Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Random drabble centering around River for Creative Writing. We had to choose a Mental Illness and center on it... can you see where this is going?


CATEGORY: FICTION    TIMES READ: 1424    RATING: 9    SERIES: FIREFLY

Disclaimer: River Tam, Firefly, the R. Tam Sessions™, Serenity, the ‘Verse, and all of its associated Characters, places, settings, etc. are property of Joss Whedon. Not me, see? No need to get all snippy about it…

Bastards. Old men all dressed up in suits and blood. It never touched them, but they’re drowning in it. They smile and wave and laugh at me as I sit here. They think themselves safe. They are wrong… so wrong. When they pierce me with their needles filled with sin, when they hook me up to machines that change my rutting brain so that I can’t think straight anymore. I never know what I’m saying anymore. I… I almost… I almost remember… before. When I could laugh and smile and feel like a real girl, and not some gorram doll for the Alliance to puppet. They made me into a killer. River Tam, as she was, has died. She was killed the moment they first set me up on these machines, when they first made me into a sin. When they first made me into a weapon. They smile and live and breathe and fear me. They fear that what they have made in getting out of control. They shouldn’t fear. They never controlled me from the beginning. How can mere men control a monster? Fools. It will kill them. I will kill them, in the end. “River, River,” they coo at me, with their sickeningly sweet voices and their tongues of barb and metal. They feel in control because of these chains that they have put on my mind. Better that they put chains on my body. Fools, they think that they can cage my mind? It is like trying to grasp smoke in your hands; keep trying until you burn with the flames. I play along with them, these arrogant fools. They think that, simply because I am by normal conventions insane, that I am less of a threat. If anything, I am more of one. I don’t want to kill. They think that they can use me as a weapon. They can. But a sword is as much a danger to the one who wields it as the one on who it is unleashed. But I will let them feel all safe and cozy in their false walls of steel and sin. But I still will look at them longingly. They have something that I can never have; they are something I can never be. They are not scared. Fools. They are the ones who should be scared the most. Evil is waiting for us all. It makes its home in the shadows, malign and shifting. It grows with each soul it consumes, never ceasing to hunger for more. So let them pierce me with their needles full of sin and chemicals that make me lose my shallow grip on sanity. Let them brand and tattoo me with their evil mark that shows me as their creature. Let them scribble away at their papers and try to understand what no mortal has any right to try. Let these fools think that they can control me. It is like trying to extinguish Sol herself. They may not be scared, but I am. I am more scared than when they first started these experiments to turn me into something OTHER. So much more scared that that first fear was but a small candle next to it. Two by Two, Hands of Blue. Two by Two, They come for You. Two by Two, It’s what they Do. Two by Two, Cherished True. Xiao tien de… oh, God… They’re here.

COMMENTS

Tuesday, April 24, 2007 10:54 AM

BLUEEYEDBRIGADIER


Whoa...now this was just all kinds of crazy, Alliethorn7! Actually really interesting to imagine River being this cognisant and...blunt at a stage in her life where the assumption was that she was basically locked away inside her own head as a response to all the pain and horror she's being dealt with;)

BEB

Tuesday, April 24, 2007 11:51 AM

AMDOBELL


This was utterly brilliant! I loved the lyrical sense of mounting drama with the wonderful imagery and the excellent evocation of River's voice. So much like something I could see her saying and thinking. I don't know why you were only given a 9, this deserves a 10! - Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me


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