You keep what you kill…
I could see her, no matter what she thought. Her eyes were the size, and color, of Earth's moon as she stared at Kyra. I was too tired, too drained to care really that there was a stowaway on my ship. My ship…You keep what you kill. I don't want it. All I want is for Kyra, for Jack, to be standing beside me, laughing in the dead Lord Marshal's face. But she wasn't. Instead, she was on the ground by my feet, dead. And it was my fault. I should have looked out for her. But the way she was fighting! She didn't seem to need me to look out for her.
Staring at her out of the corner of my eyes, I could see her mouth set into a thin line, obviously fighting the urge to run to Kyra. I studied her; her hair was short, falling just over her eyes, and a simple snow white. Her eyes were the same silver as mine, as the moon, as the creatures at Crematoria. The same silver that Kyra liked. She was dressed in a tight black tank top and camouflage cargo pants, stuffed into mid-calf high combat boots. There was a camouflage hat pulled down over her head as well, making her eyes stand out that much more.
As three of the Lord Marshals-MY-soldiers stepped forward to carry away Kyra, she stood suddenly and walked into the light. "Stop!" She cried. I turned my full attention to her now. Flicking my eyes to my soldiers I saw that they actually had stopped. All three of them were staring at her with a dazed over expression on their face. They were staring at her eyes. "She's not dead."
"Who are you?" I rasped out.
She stared at me silently. "She's not dead." She said instead. "Her life force is flickering, but she's not dead. She still has time to heal and live."
"Who are you!?" I repeated angrily. "And how would you know that?"
"My eyes," she said, and I stared back at them. They were black now, all black. "I can see others life forces. It's like heat vision kind of. Reds, oranges, and yellows are good. Greens, blues and purples aren't. She's more of a yellow-green. Means that she's holding on."
"Who are you!?" I practically roared, throwing myself out of the throne.
"I…" She looked away, her face blushing a pale red. Her skin, now that I noticed, seemed to be glowing. "I don't know." She whispered. "But I do know that Kyra isn't dead."
"How do you know her?" I asked. She ignored me and walked to my soldiers. She whispered something to them and they set Kyra down gently. The strange girl knelt next to her and checked her pulse. When I walked over, she poked Kyra on the forehead non to gently and her eyes fluttered open. "How do you-"
"Min-min?" Kyra whispered. My jaw could've hit the ground. She wasn't dead. Kyra wasn't dead.
"Hey Kyra." The girl called Min-min smirked. "Your friend's a bit grouchy."
"Don't get mad at Riddick for thinking I was dead." Kyra laughed softly, her face twisting in pain.
"Let's get you looked at eh chica?"
"Thanks Min-min."
I watched as Min-min ordered two soldiers to come and help Kyra stand. All I could think was that she wasn't dead.
"WAIT!" Kyra cried suddenly. She ushered Min-min over and whispered something to her. Min-min looked at me, back at Kyra and then back to me again.
"Really!?" She hissed. "Estúpido! ¿Qué si él había ido la buscando?"
"Oh Min, you know I hate it when you get all espanol on me." Kyra muttered.
"You, Lord Marshal," She growled, pointing at me. "Come on then! ¡Rápidamente!"