Fic: No Choice (Mal)
Title: No Choice
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal
Prompt: #143. Of blood and honor
Word Count: 207
Rating: PG
Summary: There is no honour in what he is about to do.
Notes: Written for 500themes and icecream_junkie. 20/9/15.
There is no honour in what he is about to do. To stab a man when his back is turned is low, not unlike being a dirty deceiver. Lies never helped anyone, nor did daggers in one’s back. But he has no choice. Either he stabs this guy or he risks being stabbed, and he never was fond of being stabbed his own self.
So, he readies himself, readies the dagger in his hand. He considers telling his target to ready himself as well, but figures it would rather ruin the surprise.
He waits, and then attacks, and the dagger slides in. It isn’t smooth, but it does the job. A wet gasp leaves the man before his body collapses to the ground.
He is left with a bloody dagger and a racing heart.
He never wanted to kill.
But that’s war for you. He never wanted to do a lot of things he was now doing on a near daily basis. He never wanted to do a lot of things that he knew he would do again and again in days to come. Turned out a man would do an awful lot to survive, whether he acted with honour or otherwise.
Sometimes there is no choice.
fin.
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal
Prompt: #143. Of blood and honor
Word Count: 207
Rating: PG
Summary: There is no honour in what he is about to do.
Notes: Written for 500themes and icecream_junkie. 20/9/15.
There is no honour in what he is about to do. To stab a man when his back is turned is low, not unlike being a dirty deceiver. Lies never helped anyone, nor did daggers in one’s back. But he has no choice. Either he stabs this guy or he risks being stabbed, and he never was fond of being stabbed his own self.
So, he readies himself, readies the dagger in his hand. He considers telling his target to ready himself as well, but figures it would rather ruin the surprise.
He waits, and then attacks, and the dagger slides in. It isn’t smooth, but it does the job. A wet gasp leaves the man before his body collapses to the ground.
He is left with a bloody dagger and a racing heart.
He never wanted to kill.
But that’s war for you. He never wanted to do a lot of things he was now doing on a near daily basis. He never wanted to do a lot of things that he knew he would do again and again in days to come. Turned out a man would do an awful lot to survive, whether he acted with honour or otherwise.
Sometimes there is no choice.
fin.