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Unnatural Selection by mousewitchy (R)
Hey there, Browncoats! Looks like I'll be your driver for Firefly once again. As per usual, I'll do my best to bring you a good variety of stories across as many genres and character/pairings as I can so that there's something shiny for everybody. All aboard!
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: Gen
Length: 5,477 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mousewitchy
Author Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: In this post-BDM story, Reavers land on the same moon Serenity is grounded on while waiting for some repairs. Mousewitchy does an excellent job building horror and suspense in this story; her pacing is great, and her just-delicate-enough touch with the horror makes the fic all the more horrifying for the ominous and shadowy nightmares she leaves only sketched in around the edges. Her characterizations and voices, particularly for Mal and River, are pitch-perfect. The thing I find especially striking about this story, though, is the extra detail and fleshing out for the Reavers. Mousewitchy manages to develop them in interesting ways that really add depth without taking away from their sheer scariness.
River doesn’t feel them till they’re there and suddenly she’s a monster, jaws dripping, slavering with the taste and feel of flesh sliding sticky-sweet and bitter down her throat and into her belly, leaving it aching and heavy with the hunger for more.
She clutches her stomach and vomits into the dirt, narrowly missing the farmer’s stall in front of her.
“Hey!” shouts the farmer indignantly. River can feel the faintest echo of his distress. Produce doesn’t sell when the customers are violently ill. She’d feel sorry, but there isn’t any time. It won’t matter anymore.
Simon’s there in an instant, all worry and protectiveness, shaded strongly with fear. She hasn’t had a breakdown in months, since Miranda and the moon complex. No matter how slack their pursuers have been since then, if she makes a fuss like this in public somebody’s bound to notice the both of them, someone who’s seen their pictures on the Cortex. Still, that doesn’t matter anymore: they’re here, or near enough.
“River? River.” She’s dimly aware of her brother’s voice, the way he’s circled an arm around her, trying to steady her, keep her from falling. She can barely feel it, the way she’s all but lost in the grisly slide of skin on open sores, blunt fingers and ragged nails on another’s flesh. She can feel blood on her face, works her jaw against the sudden shock of bone under the give of skin and muscle tissue; the gristle-snap of tendons, ligaments. This one’s sharpened his teeth.
Blood splashes warm against her skin, spilling like a flood from her mouth and lips. All around, there are people talking to her, pulling at her, asking what’s wrong. They don’t know she can’t hear them. Her ears are full of screams, and not all of them are hers.
Unnatural Selection
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: Gen
Length: 5,477 words
Author on LJ:
mousewitchyAuthor Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: In this post-BDM story, Reavers land on the same moon Serenity is grounded on while waiting for some repairs. Mousewitchy does an excellent job building horror and suspense in this story; her pacing is great, and her just-delicate-enough touch with the horror makes the fic all the more horrifying for the ominous and shadowy nightmares she leaves only sketched in around the edges. Her characterizations and voices, particularly for Mal and River, are pitch-perfect. The thing I find especially striking about this story, though, is the extra detail and fleshing out for the Reavers. Mousewitchy manages to develop them in interesting ways that really add depth without taking away from their sheer scariness.
River doesn’t feel them till they’re there and suddenly she’s a monster, jaws dripping, slavering with the taste and feel of flesh sliding sticky-sweet and bitter down her throat and into her belly, leaving it aching and heavy with the hunger for more.
She clutches her stomach and vomits into the dirt, narrowly missing the farmer’s stall in front of her.
“Hey!” shouts the farmer indignantly. River can feel the faintest echo of his distress. Produce doesn’t sell when the customers are violently ill. She’d feel sorry, but there isn’t any time. It won’t matter anymore.
Simon’s there in an instant, all worry and protectiveness, shaded strongly with fear. She hasn’t had a breakdown in months, since Miranda and the moon complex. No matter how slack their pursuers have been since then, if she makes a fuss like this in public somebody’s bound to notice the both of them, someone who’s seen their pictures on the Cortex. Still, that doesn’t matter anymore: they’re here, or near enough.
“River? River.” She’s dimly aware of her brother’s voice, the way he’s circled an arm around her, trying to steady her, keep her from falling. She can barely feel it, the way she’s all but lost in the grisly slide of skin on open sores, blunt fingers and ragged nails on another’s flesh. She can feel blood on her face, works her jaw against the sudden shock of bone under the give of skin and muscle tissue; the gristle-snap of tendons, ligaments. This one’s sharpened his teeth.
Blood splashes warm against her skin, spilling like a flood from her mouth and lips. All around, there are people talking to her, pulling at her, asking what’s wrong. They don’t know she can’t hear them. Her ears are full of screams, and not all of them are hers.
Unnatural Selection
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The comments suggest that there would be a sequel...do you know where it is, IF it is?
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