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Key:

A thought. Impact. General writing.

This is what I imagine is going through Kyra's mind in the end.

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'Obedience without question.'

That was their only demand, yet even though I had nothing to live for, I found myself not being able to give in. Perhaps if I stopped to think about it I would realize I couldn't. I had always done things impulsively never letting anything or anyone phase me. Riddick had been the only thing I had ever paid any heed to, his dominance always just poring off of him in waves with everything he did. I could say I was a new animal all I wanted, but this animal knew its' place. It knew who the alpha was and it knew I wasn't it. Even though I knew what was happening to me and welcomed it in a way, my body still rebelled as if it was an entity all its' own. The animal fighting until the end.

The pain from the conversion was merely uncomfortable. The fact that I was aware of the converter roaming through my thoughts rebuilding and revising, only slightly upsetting. The feel of a sharp tug on my inner psyche caused me to suppress a deep, throaty growl. Flashes of memories I had tried to suppress surfacing, all of them containing Riddick in one form or another. Riddick attacking one of the monsters on T2 to protect me, Riddick fighting to get us off of that devil woman's merc ship and me aiming the gun that killed her before she could hurt him, Riddick killing the guard that had been fucking with me, and finally Riddick fighting to his death to get us out of Crematoria. A flash of agonizing pain corrupted all of the images banishing them with a hot flame.

Wakening in a chamber I found I was no longer in pain, the converters insistent probing no longer a factor. I guessed I was now a Necro since I was still alive. The robes I had been wearing rubbing uncomfortably against my skin, let me know I had been formally welcomed to the threshold. Why I didn't feel any different was a mystery to me, because I thought with the conversion I would feel a great connection to the Underverse, yet I didn't. I tried to call upon memories of my past and found they were all still there, the face of a man I knew dominate in my findings.

' Riddick. '

Memories came quite easily as I called them to the front of my thoughts. A man who had saved me more than once if my memories were correct still dominant in them all. Yet, I couldn't place any emotion with the memories couldn't find any really. I could feel that I knew this man very well and that we were connected somehow, but I couldn't place the feeling nagging in the back of my mind, the one's I somehow knew used to be there.

Listening to the commotion outside of the rooms I was in I stalked towards the doors only slightly surprised when someone was waiting there and escorted me to the throne room. To say I was surprised to see the man from my memories would be an understatement, but the urge to obey the commands coming from the lord marshal overwhelmed me. The realization of something inside of me trying to disobey him and run to the man from my memories calling me forward automatically.

"Are you with me Kyra?" I could feel the confusion in his voice.

Riddick.

My body and mind were rebelling against me. I heard my next words come from my voice as if from a distance and felt the loss after the words escaped. I didn't know how but all at once emotions assaulted me. My reaction was to spirit myself away long enough to figure out why. I could faintly here a battle going on as I let my mind run through the semi-unfamiliar emotions. I stood still watching from the background as the lord marshal attacked Riddick over and over again. The unexpected revelation of what was truthfully happening hit me hard.

I watched as Riddick's soul was being sucked out and couldn't take it anymore. With sudden understanding I saw him make eye contact with me one last time, before fighting with everything he had left in him. The fierce look in his silver pools calling to me. The dormant anger inside of me rose as the lord marshal stood over Riddick intending to do away with him. Whatever the hell I had been thinking when I stepped into this room had changed. The man I had found hard to recall feelings for a moment ago was all I could see now. He was mine something inside of me howled, that same thing taking over me before I could place it.

I didn't hesitate as I grabbed a spear that was hung on the wall next to a misty looking female and stuck it deep into the lord marshals back. I didn't even register the pain I felt when I was impaled by a spike on the walls of the throne. Dropping to the ground I watched as Riddick made the killing blow breaking the hilt off the dagger in the process. All the breathing in the room seemed to have stopped, the only sound being a shrill voice in the background screaming in disbelief.

I watched his eyes glaze over from confusion once again and gasped. The awareness that I was going to die assaulting me. I had to tell him something before I did though. I wanted to give him reassurance that I was still with him, that I would never leave, yet I found I couldn't voice it when I knew it was a lie. Tasting the blood in my mouth I said the only thing that my mind would let me before the Underverse could claim me.

"I was always with you."

Authoress Note:

I enjoyed writing this...thanks to anyone ahead of time who happens to read this...R&R please let me know if you would like for me to continue even if it's just for one of

you...EmberAshleighDavis^_^