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all good things must come to an end PT 1
« Thread Started on Sept 13, 2004, 9:37pm »

Brenna lies on her back eyes fixed on the middle distance between her bed and the ceiling.

Grey. It's all grey.

The freighter has been slowly chugging it's way towards Jupiter for the past three weeks. The crew, which consists of the scruffy captain and his overweight brother, seem quite happy to have a woman on board.

Brenna has started sleeping with a gun in her hand.

Not that she's been sleeping much. It's not like she doesn't have a lot to be paranoid about. But then, there isn't much she can do about any of it now. Mark Takatana, Corwin, the "body guards". Once dead, never back.

She sighs and rolls over to face the wall, staring at the same chips in the flat grey paint that she's been staring at for the past three weeks.

The simple thing would be to put that gun in her hand against her head and pull the trigger. The murders, the bounty, the syndicate: all gone in a moment of light and blood. But then, she's never been one to seriously contemplate suicide.

The captain says they'll be reaching Jupiter in a couple of days. Maybe then she can just disappear. It's a big planet, no one knows her and the bounty on her head can't be that big, right?

The metal door rattles under a heavy fist and Brenna jerks to her feet, gun at the ready.

"Ya want some grub?" the overweight first mate asks, a whine in his voice that gives Brenna the chills.

"Give me a sec," she says.

"Sure." He scuffs off down the corridor.

Brenna rubs her face tiredly, holsters the gun and takes a deep breath.

Only a couple more days 'til Jupiter.

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All good things must come to an end Pt 3
« Reply #1 on Sept 15, 2004, 10:06pm »

Her hands are still shaking and she can feel the blood beginning to dry, stiff yet sticky under her fingernails.

Fuckin' insane reflexes.

It was the only reason she was still alive. Just a little slower and she would be the one lying on the floor, blood cooling slowly on the metal deck. Perhaps this was their plan all along. Wait until she could no longer be vigilant and then rape and kill her. Not necessarily in that order.

Or maybe the overweight brother had been struck by a sudden urge.

Brenna takes a deep breath and then another.

Doesn't matter now. They're both dead.

She'd been in the galley, looking for a fork. A fork.

She looks down at her right hand. The eating utensil, now somewhat bent, is still clutched in her fist. She drops it, noting the deep ridges in her palm and the distant ringing noise as it hits the floor.

The first mate had come at her with a wrench. She had ducked, somehow, and stabbed him in the throat with the only weapon available. A fork.

The captain had heard the noise. There had been a lot of noise. The overweight brother, Larry he'd said his name was. Or maybe it was Charley. Whatever. He'd gone straight to the floor when she stabbed him, but then he flopped around, banging into the cabinets as his last breath gurgled through his ruined throat.

The captain had heard the noise. He grabbed her by the throat. She'd tried to explain. She didn't want to kill him. But he wouldn't listen. And she was choking. He wasn't used to killing but his hands were strong. And she stabbed him too.

Somewhere, deep inside, someone chuckled. A fork. Brilliant.

"This is not what I wanted," Brenna said weakly, apologetically.

The scruffy captain and his overweight brother said nothing.

Perhaps not planned, but nonetheless useful. A ship, all to myself, the voice inside said thoughtfully. And no one to know who I really am.

"Who I really am," Brenna said. That was amusing, somehow. She laughed. And laughed.

And laughed, until she cried.

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