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Word Count: 92
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Furlow knew her wounds were fatal if she didn’t receive care soon, however the Sebacian that shot her down just sat in a folding chair smiling and watching. Furlow’s body was trapped in the wreckage of her small ship, her bones shattered, her blood draining away. And that Sebacian woman kept watching. And smiling.
Furlow had one arm free and she grasped her pulse pistol. “Frell You Aeryn! You won’t get the satisfaction!” she shouted. Grimacing against the pain Furlow raised the pulse pistol and placed the barrel in her own mouth...
Word Count: 65
Disclaimer: Farscape and related characters are owned by the Jim Henson company, Channel 9 Australia, and the Sci Fi channel, all brilliant, wonderful, wise, and very good looking people who realize that I am not trying to make a buck off their marvelous efforts but am only entertaining myself and friends and that I’m completely broke so suing me wouldn’t be worth the effort.
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Aeryn impassively stood watching the wooden structure become totally engulfed in flames. Furlow’s screams of agony and outrage could be heard over the roaring fire. Slowly her cries faded.
John ran up, unaware of who was inside the building and turned to Aeryn. “What’s with the gasoline?” he asked.
Aeryn looked at the can of gas still in her hand. “In case she unties herself.”