Authors Notes: This is my first piece for Firefly. It's River's POV so expect it to be slightly off key and cryptic. Things are implied here, if you don't like the implications, that's okay with me because it means you're smart enough to have noticed them, well done.
Disclaimer: I have no rights to firefly, or the affiliated movie (though I do have a copy of it, brought at HMV, three dvd's for twenty pounds, I brought Serenity, Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children and The Grudge.) I am not going to make any money from this, please, no one sue me.
The River's Sly.
There was blood, it was pretty. It made her smile. He defiantly looked better in red, he should have been afraid. Not everyone did though. Bad Latin man didn't look better in it, neither did he look worse, just apart.
Simon - the doctor, blue's a far better colour. Blue in the face, blue in the brain. Such a shame, he loves her very much, but she's too sly for him. Far too sly. There's always the mechanic though.
Wifely woman and her pet husband, they look good in each others colours. Skin on skin - melting together. Arrow straight. Good for a marriage.
The one who loves bad Latin, pretty, golden and shiny, no red for her. Mr. Captain has enough.. Though they wont say, they belong, two as one. Not alone. Too crowded for now though.
Pretty machine speaker, played apples and jacks with her, lets her just be. Also afraid, but she shouldn't be. Shy and a little sly. She's sly too, maybe it's good. Not alone in the dark - and it's always dark. No wind. No rain. Silent. Room enough.
"Watcha doin' there River?" Her, soft speaking. Kaylee. River makes me look, she's shiny, dirty.
"Wondering, she's not doing, she's still. Careful, careful though. The sly get caught in the end." The mechanic's all wrinkled now. She doesn't understand, she does not comprehend. She doesn't hear the music, or the logic. It's all logic, even the illogical. Sick logic.
"Well don't be causin' no trouble, we'll be landin' soon." Landing. She doesn't enunciate. Uneducated. But even those who are don't understand. No understanding at all. Atmo call. Out of the dark. Maybe they'll let her out, and she can find somewhere sly.
Fin.