Author's Note: This came about as an
assignment from Neuroscpr last night because I was bored out of my skull. SO
BLAME HIM FOR THIS!!! This is just frelling INSANE! No betas were harmed in the
writing of this. Needless to say, this is completely AU. I wasn't going to post
it, but urged to do so. So you can blame those people as well. I'm innocent... sorta.
Prompts: Evil!John killing chickens in a back alley of Italy.
Disclaimer: Not Mine. If it was, we'd have a Farscape Channel.
A smile crept onto his lips as he eyed his prey. He was tired of the same things day in and day out. Pulling out his knife, he crept closer. He didn't really need this, but it was the smell of certain victory over something much weaker than himself that gave him a thrill.
Ignoring the sounds of traffic in the main street, he watched the 'animal' move. His men told him it was beneath him to sink to these levels, but he didn't care. Since they had arrived on Earth and taken over the world's governments. The tedium was about to drive him insane. For a while the daily executions entertained him, but they soon grew boring as well.
That only left this. It was a secret pleasure that no one understood, not even himself. But he did it anyway.
Slowly, so as not to frighten the creature, he removed his jacket and shirt. Moving forward, he tracked the erratic movements.
Lunging for the animal, he laughed as it tried to wretch itself free from his grasp. He could easily snap it's neck, but he used his knife instead. To feel the warm blood flow between his fingers.
As it's movements ceased, he laughed before wiping the blood on the wall next to him.
"Looks like I'm having some Italian KFC tonight," he said to himself before walking out to his awaiting car.
Ignoring the looks of disgust coming from his Captain. Without a glance at the Peacekeeper, he hissed, "Do you have something to say, Grayza?"
Her eyes snapped ahead, she quickly replied, "No, Admiral Crichton!"
"Very good then." Climbing into the car, he threw the dead chicken in the front seat next to the driver. "Take me home."
"Sir, you have people waiting on you..." Grayza's voice trailed off as he gave her a cold stare. "Very well." Turning to their driver, she said, "Take the Admiral home."
Leaning back in his seat, Crichton allowed the smell of blood and fresh kill wash over him. He needed to do something alleviate this boredom. Maybe the executions would be made public and on a larger scale. Yes. That should do well to entertain him.
The End
Originally posted February 14, 2004