Note: Some of my most violent shit yet!

"No! Nooooo," he squealed as the thin metal blade slid past his lower eyelid and under his eyeball, cradling it. "Help me! Jessica! SOMEBODY!" He felt the pressure from the alien object that had been inserted into his eye socket but she merely held the knife there, smirking at his pain.

"She's having nap time," she told him. "Now, tell me," she goes on. "Where is my daughter? Is she safe?"

"Yes! Yes," he answered. Blood trickled down his pale face, but she hadn't done that much damage...not yet. "She's with your so-called brother, they're both in hiding last I knew."

"You telling the truth," she asks him, moving the blade just a hair's breadth, but he felt it. Oh, he felt it, all right.

"Aaaaghh! Yes! Dammit, yes! Please stop!"

She removed the rumpled cotton button-up shirt she'd been wearing, a tiny t-shirt which read "Anything boys can do girls can do better." "Is it gettin hot in here or is it just me? Oh, pardon me, did I hurt your eye? Maybe I should get rid of it for you," and with a smooth flick she popped his eye from it's long-term snug domicile. The round orb fell into her palm, resting iris up.

"AAAAAAGH GOD OH GOD YOU BITCH! OH FUCK," he wailed, blood glopping down from his eyesocket's now-empty hole.

"I'll keep this as a souvenir," she declares nonchalantly. "Wish I could remember that formaldahyde solution Otis always used. Freddy'll probably know a good way to preserve it."

Dave struggled lamely against his tormenter and bonds, sobbing. Some time later he passed out from the shock and trauma, unaware of Baby's doings for the time being. She went to make sure Jessica was securely restrained, albeit a bit more humanely. Even Baby didn't wish the girl any further harm; in fact she respected her more than when she'd been a 'guest' at the Firefly farm. It was Darwinism at it's most extreme; Jessica had survived what Otis and Baby had dished out and came back to collect payback on her ass, and instead of being pissed off or scared Baby found it refreshing. The girl had gumption, and skills--nothing like the shallow homecoming queen RJ had picked up. She was someone Baby could actually relate to now, and she found the girl was still unconscious. Maybe she hit her a bit hard...oh well.

Jessica knew exactly what entity was gazing out at her when she opened her green eyes--it was Baby. Terrified, she shrank away as if five years had never elapsed and she was a tormented, ravaged teenager. "B-Baby," she spoke, puling at her bonds. She'd been strapped to a chair, but not too tightly..had some consideration went into it?

"You just sit tight, sugar," Baby assures her, hefting her knives and different implements like she was trying to decide which one to use. She'd taken the time to clean her face up, which was starting to swell but appeared better than it had for a while.

"Did you kill Dave already?"

"No, not yet," she giggles, an incongruous sound coming from a 34 year old mother of a toddler. "Why, are you two fuckin?"

"Hell no," blurted Jessica with more vehemence than she'd intended.

"I'm glad you developed some taste," Bably declares, stuffing things in a satchel.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Huh, I still remember that picture of that big dope you were carryin around that designer purse," the older lady goads, pleased with herself.

"Bah, kiss my ass," grumbles the blonde.

"You can bend over for me later, got some shit to do. Then you can go," Baby flounces away.

Stunned, Jessica was unable to speak. Was she gonna let her go? Just like that? Then she noticed something about the whole exchange...Bably talked to her like she was an EQUAL, not as prey.

"Wake up, Poopypants," says Baby, splashing some creekwater in her captive's face. That caused him to stir at last, coughing and sputtering. He was still sprawled in the floor where she'd left him hours before. With consciousness came the pain of his shattered kneecap and empty eye socket. "Jessica! Help! Help me," he yells desperately.

"She can't help you, she's indisposed for the moment," she says mock-primly. "There's some more things I wanna know," she intones, walking to him.

"What? What else d'you wanna know," he says between teeth clenched with pain.

"Wellll," she begins. "I'd like to know what all this lovely stuff of yours I found is. Like this, for instance. She pulls out of a satchel a modified catlle prod. It had been modified to use on human targets. Dave's blue eyes widened as he watched her bring it toward him. He let out weakening yeps as she used it on him, causing his body to stiffen and jerk.

She put the implement down after a while and returned to the table where she had other toys laid out for her enjoyment. Dave observed her carefully, stretching painfully to pass something from his mouth to his hand, sweat pouring down his forehead and wincing from his pain-wracked body. "Doop de-doo, hmm hmm hmmm," went Baby, selecting a pair of wicked-looking pincers and flouncing toward him. When she knelt down beside him she was greeted with a fist to the face, fracturing her already-cracked nose and sending her thump to her bottom.

"Bitch," he roared, fumbling with the latch to his other wrist with the sliver of metal he'd confiscated. Meanwhile Baby was holding her throbbing nose, now horribly broken, and yowling like a wounded animal. Just as he was unlocking the clasp she was on him with the pincers, bumping his face with the grabbers and finally siezing his nose with it. He felt that organ implode with a fresh burst of heat and screaming nerve endings and kicked out with his good leg, miraculously catching her in the crotch. That bought him a few more seconds as she staggered back. Freed from the wall he half-slid, half-bounced himself out of the way of another attack, then threw his uninjured leg in Baby's path, tripping her.

Both of their faces were spurting blood and lymph at this point, obstructing vision and maddening them with the raw pain. Still the ex-FBI agent was at a distinct disadvantage being lamed and on the floor, so he attempted to rectify that by pulling himself by his lean arms to the table and trying to get a grip on its flat top. "Ohh you're gonna be sorry for that," vowed the woman, no trace of playfulness left in the frighteningly funereal announcement. She swung the pincers full on the back of his head as he brought the cattle prod to her hip and zapped her with maximum voltage. He fell facedown across the table as she was thrown back several feet, twitching and drooling.

It was several long addled moments before Dave's vision cleared, and he propped himself up to scan the room for his enemy. He spotted her slumped against the wall, fingers still wiggling, saliva clearing a path down her chin and jaw through the crimson fluid already decorating it. "Oh, thank God," he said out loud. "Thank you, Jesus." He found his outer shirt draped across the lone chair beside the table and ripped it into strips which he bound his blown-out kneecap with. He scrabbled till he grasped the imported kukri blade he was so proud of. It was mostly for show; in actuality he had no idea how to properly use such an oddly-shaped dagger, if that was what you called it. Just the sight of the thick, finely honed forward-bent blade was enough to intimidate most anyone.

"You inbred murderin' whore," he grinned in spite of himself. Hobbling to the wall the woman was lean precariously against he raised the lethal weapon bent on cleaving her evil skull in twain, when her long well-muscled leg shout out with a dry crack. Looking down in shock he saw his mangled leg now bent backwards. The bones just below his broken knee were splintered like so much kindling wood, and almost in slow motion he fell backwards. Deftly Baby took the kukri from him and stood over him laid out on the floor as he gazed up at her, unbelieving.

"You should know better 'n to fuck with a Firefly," she declared. "An' the women are worse than th' men, sugar," she brought the blade down with devastating force, severing the horribly damaged leg.

"GAAAAHHHHH NOOOOO! FUUUUUUCK M---," soon his head followed, the single eye still continued to see for several seconds, staring at its ravaged body in numb shock.