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Inwë Séregon: Ready for chapter two? Because I know the prologue was extra short, but in any way shape or form did it catch your attention?
Jo'han: You can't ask people questions you know.
Inwë Séregon: Fine then I'm asking you.
Jo'han: I found it dull and boring and it needs more work, there is very little characterization, and the setting isn't very clear, besides, you haven't even introduced the main characters name...
Inwë Séregon: Okay, okay, I get the point! At lease it's constructive criticism.
Jo'han: I should be a critic.
Inwë Séregon: That you should, now be off! Lle Nadorhuan.
Jo'han: Why thank you...Wait... cowardly dog? Now you just let the nice viewers read will ya?
Inwë Séregon: Fine...bossy.
Chapter One –
I awoke, my head spinning and a bright light over my head. Oh, look, the light at the end of the tunnelI mocked to myself, knowing that I was still alive. I fully opened my eyes and looked around, a young thin man was standing over a table not far off from where I lay.
"Is Mal back yet?" Jayne asked walking into the room and giving a bitter look at the thin man.
"No, go and ask Wash when we are landing." The thin man answered, walking over to me with a cloth in his hands. "So I see your awake now." He said, placing the damp cloth over the wound on my shoulder. I just shut my eyes, not because I was ashamed by being caught, but because it was just too hard to keep them open with the drugs running through my blood.
"Awake?" Jayne asked walking over. "You mean I didn't kill her?"
"No, you didn't kill her." The thin man answered, a tone of annoyance in his voice. "Will you leave?"
"Cant, what if she tries to attack you?" Jayne replied with a mocking tone.
"She is under heavy sedatives, even you would have a hard time staying awake, though she seems to be doing a good job at it." The thin man said, looking at me.
"Even more reason for me to stay." Jayne said jumping onto a counter and sitting there, one of his guns still in his hand.
The thin man, who I had just now doted as the doctor went back over to the counter and pulled something out of a cupboard from above, then returned over to me, I could hear his breath and the sound of his hands working with whatever it was he had, then I felt a needle pierce through my arm. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at it. Jayne shifted how he sat at the counter, and the doctor frowned.
"Dangerous." A young girl said from the entrance of the medical room. "Sees things, and knows, dangerous." The young girl walked over to the Doctor and looked at me.
"River, what are you doing here?" The Doctor asked. "You know that it is not safe here."
"Not like us." River said.
"Not like..." The doctor started, and then stopped, "River, you mustn't be here." He said again. River walked out, muttering to her self about being dangerous and not like us, I knew what she meant. That child knows that I am different...I tried to push the thought from my head, but was assisted by the drugs and I once again blacked out.
"Who is she?" I heard the captain say.
"We don't know yet." The doctor said.
"Well Simon, then find out who she is, I don't want to have to ask again." He walked form the room. "Call me when she is awake."
Simon looked down at me, but hadn't yet noticed that I was once again awake, and this time he was alone. I opened one eye to look at him, then down at my shoulder where the knife had pierced, now wrapped in white linen and stained black from my blood.
"So you are awake..." Simon looked at me. "How long have you been conscious for?" He asked, walking away again to the counter.
"I'm...awake?" I stared back up at the light. "So I am."
"Who are you?" He asked.
"Killiya." I said bluntly, not willing to give out any other information.
"Do you have a last name by chance?" He asked again.
"I do." I said, looking at the light, thinking of how bright it was.
"And it is?" Simon asked a bit irritated.
"Hmph."
"She is awake?" The captain said walking in.
"Yes."
"And she is?" The captain asked.
"I am Killiya, and what is it to you?" I snapped, looking at him.
"Um... you were on my ship and tried to kill one of my crew members." He answered.
"That's nice." I said sitting up, and looking at the floor.
"Hey! Hey!" The captain said, pulling out his gun and pointing it at me. "You are not moving form this room!"
"Does it look like I'm leaving this room?" I asked, unbinding the wrappings over my wound, my skin had healed over and my shoulder almost moveable. I looked up at him; he was a firm faced wound and not one who I could bribe. I sighed. "Nice ship you got here..." I waited for his name.
"Captain Malcom Reynolds." He said, lowering his gun. "Why were you on my ship?"
"You deal in illegal business, and so do I." I said rubbing my arm.
"And what might it be that you do?" He asked, looking interested.
"I don't feel that it is any of your concern what I do or who I am, just be glad you still have YOUR ship." I spat, remembering how my ship was stolen a few weeks earlier, well not stolen, more like blown up.
"What do you mean by 'my ship'?" He asked, leaning in almost.
"You still have a ship." I said, standing up off the bed I was on and brushing myself off. How did I get stuck with this job?I questioned. Then looked back up at Malcom, who seemed to be holding his gun with a firm hand now that I had stood up.
"My ship was..." I frowned, the image of it blowing up passed through my mind. "Well let's just say that it will never get to see the skies again."
Malcom frowned. "And why are you on my ship?" He asked again, I was starting to get annoyed.
"None of your damned businesses." I hissed, I needed to get back to my boss, and my brother.
"Oh I think it is, you're not in the position to be talking Killiya, is it?" He said.
"It is." I walked up to him and looked up into his face. " I need to leave." I hissed.
"And I need answers, so in the end everyone wins." He looked down at me, then stepped back a few paces. "Why were you on my ship?"
I glared at him, but knew that I had no weapons, and that he had one and that I needed to get off and soon.
"I was sent out to this 'god' forsaken rock to find a decent ship to steal okay?" I snapped. "And if I don't return with one then my brother will be killed." I glared at him.
"Oh..." He frowned.
Jo'han: Will Malcom help Killia? Will Killia ever see her brother again? Will Inwë ever smack me across the head because I'm announcing all this?
wack
Jo'han: That she will...
Inwë Séregon: There you go, chapter one.
Jo'han: That's nice; tell it to someone who cares...
Inwë Séregon: You not invited to read them anymore then.
Jo'han: I'm sorry!
Inwë Séregon: Good, now pleasseeeee Review! I love you people! Without you I would be nothing!
Jo'han: Suck up.
Inwë Séregon: That I am.
Inwë Séregon: Ready for chapter two? Because I know the prologue was extra short, but in any way shape or form did it catch your attention?
Jo'han: You can't ask people questions you know.
Inwë Séregon: Fine then I'm asking you.
Jo'han: I found it dull and boring and it needs more work, there is very little characterization, and the setting isn't very clear, besides, you haven't even introduced the main characters name...
Inwë Séregon: Okay, okay, I get the point! At lease it's constructive criticism.
Jo'han: I should be a critic.
Inwë Séregon: That you should, now be off! Lle Nadorhuan.
Jo'han: Why thank you...Wait... cowardly dog? Now you just let the nice viewers read will ya?
Inwë Séregon: Fine...bossy.
Chapter One –
I awoke, my head spinning and a bright light over my head. Oh, look, the light at the end of the tunnelI mocked to myself, knowing that I was still alive. I fully opened my eyes and looked around, a young thin man was standing over a table not far off from where I lay.
"Is Mal back yet?" Jayne asked walking into the room and giving a bitter look at the thin man.
"No, go and ask Wash when we are landing." The thin man answered, walking over to me with a cloth in his hands. "So I see your awake now." He said, placing the damp cloth over the wound on my shoulder. I just shut my eyes, not because I was ashamed by being caught, but because it was just too hard to keep them open with the drugs running through my blood.
"Awake?" Jayne asked walking over. "You mean I didn't kill her?"
"No, you didn't kill her." The thin man answered, a tone of annoyance in his voice. "Will you leave?"
"Cant, what if she tries to attack you?" Jayne replied with a mocking tone.
"She is under heavy sedatives, even you would have a hard time staying awake, though she seems to be doing a good job at it." The thin man said, looking at me.
"Even more reason for me to stay." Jayne said jumping onto a counter and sitting there, one of his guns still in his hand.
The thin man, who I had just now doted as the doctor went back over to the counter and pulled something out of a cupboard from above, then returned over to me, I could hear his breath and the sound of his hands working with whatever it was he had, then I felt a needle pierce through my arm. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at it. Jayne shifted how he sat at the counter, and the doctor frowned.
"Dangerous." A young girl said from the entrance of the medical room. "Sees things, and knows, dangerous." The young girl walked over to the Doctor and looked at me.
"River, what are you doing here?" The Doctor asked. "You know that it is not safe here."
"Not like us." River said.
"Not like..." The doctor started, and then stopped, "River, you mustn't be here." He said again. River walked out, muttering to her self about being dangerous and not like us, I knew what she meant. That child knows that I am different...I tried to push the thought from my head, but was assisted by the drugs and I once again blacked out.
"Who is she?" I heard the captain say.
"We don't know yet." The doctor said.
"Well Simon, then find out who she is, I don't want to have to ask again." He walked form the room. "Call me when she is awake."
Simon looked down at me, but hadn't yet noticed that I was once again awake, and this time he was alone. I opened one eye to look at him, then down at my shoulder where the knife had pierced, now wrapped in white linen and stained black from my blood.
"So you are awake..." Simon looked at me. "How long have you been conscious for?" He asked, walking away again to the counter.
"I'm...awake?" I stared back up at the light. "So I am."
"Who are you?" He asked.
"Killiya." I said bluntly, not willing to give out any other information.
"Do you have a last name by chance?" He asked again.
"I do." I said, looking at the light, thinking of how bright it was.
"And it is?" Simon asked a bit irritated.
"Hmph."
"She is awake?" The captain said walking in.
"Yes."
"And she is?" The captain asked.
"I am Killiya, and what is it to you?" I snapped, looking at him.
"Um... you were on my ship and tried to kill one of my crew members." He answered.
"That's nice." I said sitting up, and looking at the floor.
"Hey! Hey!" The captain said, pulling out his gun and pointing it at me. "You are not moving form this room!"
"Does it look like I'm leaving this room?" I asked, unbinding the wrappings over my wound, my skin had healed over and my shoulder almost moveable. I looked up at him; he was a firm faced wound and not one who I could bribe. I sighed. "Nice ship you got here..." I waited for his name.
"Captain Malcom Reynolds." He said, lowering his gun. "Why were you on my ship?"
"You deal in illegal business, and so do I." I said rubbing my arm.
"And what might it be that you do?" He asked, looking interested.
"I don't feel that it is any of your concern what I do or who I am, just be glad you still have YOUR ship." I spat, remembering how my ship was stolen a few weeks earlier, well not stolen, more like blown up.
"What do you mean by 'my ship'?" He asked, leaning in almost.
"You still have a ship." I said, standing up off the bed I was on and brushing myself off. How did I get stuck with this job?I questioned. Then looked back up at Malcom, who seemed to be holding his gun with a firm hand now that I had stood up.
"My ship was..." I frowned, the image of it blowing up passed through my mind. "Well let's just say that it will never get to see the skies again."
Malcom frowned. "And why are you on my ship?" He asked again, I was starting to get annoyed.
"None of your damned businesses." I hissed, I needed to get back to my boss, and my brother.
"Oh I think it is, you're not in the position to be talking Killiya, is it?" He said.
"It is." I walked up to him and looked up into his face. " I need to leave." I hissed.
"And I need answers, so in the end everyone wins." He looked down at me, then stepped back a few paces. "Why were you on my ship?"
I glared at him, but knew that I had no weapons, and that he had one and that I needed to get off and soon.
"I was sent out to this 'god' forsaken rock to find a decent ship to steal okay?" I snapped. "And if I don't return with one then my brother will be killed." I glared at him.
"Oh..." He frowned.
Jo'han: Will Malcom help Killia? Will Killia ever see her brother again? Will Inwë ever smack me across the head because I'm announcing all this?
wack
Jo'han: That she will...
Inwë Séregon: There you go, chapter one.
Jo'han: That's nice; tell it to someone who cares...
Inwë Séregon: You not invited to read them anymore then.
Jo'han: I'm sorry!
Inwë Séregon: Good, now pleasseeeee Review! I love you people! Without you I would be nothing!
Jo'han: Suck up.
Inwë Séregon: That I am.