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measured_words) wrote2009-08-01 03:12 am
measured_words) wrote2009-08-01 03:12 am
Home team - Round One
Inspired by (and also posted at) this competition!! Enjoy :)
Round One - River Tam vs. Granny Weatherwax
River didn’t really get it. There was a steel cage. She was supposed to fight. Her opponent stood across from her and she couldn’t fathom how she’s come to be here, to fight this black clad old woman. Witch – she’d been called that before, in the bad days. The witch did nothing but stare as, with some hesitation, River took up a fighting stance. But the stare – a piercing gaze that cut right through her – sheared her into a thousand little pieces, fractured like she’d been before Miranda, before the cutting secret, before the unstoppable signal spread from her to be bourn by the whole ‘verse… Sharp eyes pierced through all of that to the steel core that was River Tam, the girl who could do anything.
She wasn’t completely sure what happened, but the old woman was in her arms now, motionless and stiff, arms clutching at the air above her chest as though there should be something, she should be holding something…
“We knew you could do it River!”
She turned to face her captors, smiling girls with eyes glazed with some strange mania. Unable to replicate the stare, she drew her lips into a thin disapproving line as they let her go, carrying the body away.
“We’ll be fine,” she rejoined distantly as she slipped on languid limbs to the outside. There was another round coming soon enough, but for now she just wanted to dance.
Round One - River Tam vs. Granny Weatherwax
River didn’t really get it. There was a steel cage. She was supposed to fight. Her opponent stood across from her and she couldn’t fathom how she’s come to be here, to fight this black clad old woman. Witch – she’d been called that before, in the bad days. The witch did nothing but stare as, with some hesitation, River took up a fighting stance. But the stare – a piercing gaze that cut right through her – sheared her into a thousand little pieces, fractured like she’d been before Miranda, before the cutting secret, before the unstoppable signal spread from her to be bourn by the whole ‘verse… Sharp eyes pierced through all of that to the steel core that was River Tam, the girl who could do anything.
She wasn’t completely sure what happened, but the old woman was in her arms now, motionless and stiff, arms clutching at the air above her chest as though there should be something, she should be holding something…
“We knew you could do it River!”
She turned to face her captors, smiling girls with eyes glazed with some strange mania. Unable to replicate the stare, she drew her lips into a thin disapproving line as they let her go, carrying the body away.
“We’ll be fine,” she rejoined distantly as she slipped on languid limbs to the outside. There was another round coming soon enough, but for now she just wanted to dance.