The life of a Reaver
Disclaimer: I don't own Firefly. I wish I did…
My name is Michael. And I was once human. Once I was, but not now. Now I'm dead. This is my story.
I was born on White Fall, on a nice little farm just outside the largest city on that moon. Ma and Pa, they had a whole whack of kids. Had a bunch 'a little kids runnin' round. Was nice, never felt alone there.
I was 16 when Pa answered the call for Miranda.
I was 17 when the Alliance said they were testing a new airborne pesticide. That's when it all went wrong. The day that plant started up was the day my life ended.
Ma was the first to go. She was feeing little Sue one day, and just never took the bottle away. But, I didn't care none. Just getting up and moving was all I could do.
When little baby Sue, when her lips turned blue, that's when I snapped. When I lost it. Don't much remember much after that. Just flashes here and there. Kinda sad, a man not remeberin' his own gorram life.
I remember the feel of a woman screaming beneath me. 'Member how I liked that she screamed so loud.
Then looking out at the black, from a piece of gose ship that was falling apart.
I remember piercing something with a railroad spike I found. There was legends 'bout a man on Earth-that-Was who used to torture people with railroad spikes. But I 'member that it was my own gorram arm I was stabbing.
I was 20-something and there was some one firin' on my ship. They became prey. When you prey runs, you chase. When your prey is close, you kill.
Hunt. Rape. Eat. Kill. That was my life.
It was a black rock they ran to. We followed; every damn one of us followed the smell of blood to the ground.
Last thing I ever seen, was her.
Couldn't a been more than 17. Her blue dress fluttering. Long brown hair twirling round as she moved life a swan, killing with a fury I didn't even have. We hunted for food, out of some sick need. She was killin' to save something I ain't had in a long while, a reason. She cut my gorram head of a fore I could blink.
I was an Angel of Death. But her, she was my Angel. She was my Savior. I'll pray to her in my next life. At least the damn Alliance got what they deserved. I can move on. Next time around, I'm sure as hell not gonna end up some damn monster.
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A/N: I got the idea to do a quick one-shot today on my way to English class. The reference to the railroad spikes are a tribute to Spike, my very favorite Joss character.