Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to be except for the plot and the chick...that I have yet to name...
Rating: T for now, M to be safe because that's what it may change to later on.
Pairings: Well...eventual Vaako thing...EVENTUAL
Warning: Violence...maybe Language...some spoilers for The Chronicles of Riddick maybe...I'm not quite sure yet.
Category: Drama/Action/Adventure/Romance --romance is also eventual
Title: Except My Life --will definitely change because I don't like that title very much. Help
from readers welcomed!
Status: In progress
Prologue
"Look around you.
Every Necromonger here before you,
Every one of the Legion Vast that just swept aside your defenses in one night...was once like you.
Fought as feebly as you.
Every Necromonger that lives today...is a convert."
She grins at the back of the crowd. Silently laughing at the prospect and at the people. Most of all she was laughing at the Lord Marshal. A foolish faith she thinks. She is hidden well at the edge of the group, her small, lithe, figure making her slight in the mass of people. She is a quiet, smirking cat.
"We all began as something else!
It was hard for me to accept, too, when I first heard these words.
But I changed.
I let them take away my pain. Just as you will change...when you realize that the threshold to the UnderVerse will be crossed…only by those who have embraced the Necromonger faith.
For those of you who will right now...drop to your knees and ask to be purified."
She stays standing, the smirk dissipates to a small smile. She watches as all fall to their knees in fear and submission. She is not one for easy submission.
A dark beauty of a man steps before her. His skin is porcelain pale, but the rest of him is dark. His eyes, his hair, and his aura. "You only have one opportunity. Take it. Bow to the Lord Marshal."
Her face takes on an almost comical astonished look. "Bow? Me? Oh, no, no, no. One of my being is not made to bow, no, not bow, not I, Sir." And then she grins, very catlike. "I came here to play." She begins a sensual dance in her spot to music only allowed to her ears. She sways and her hands moves along her body, "Oh, yes, I came to play out a dramatic script. Fabulous and tragic. Would you like to play with me, or..." Her eyes leave those of the beautiful man to stare at one of the commanding soldiers who had been on the streets. "...him? Would he play with me?" She begins to sway from her place, edging slightly towards the other soldier. "Let me play with my pretty sharp toys? Slicing and dicing away until no end..." the girl giggles, "and then...there shall be punishment at the end." The catlike grin instantly morphs into the angry snarl of a lion. "A punishment for the death of kin!"
The girl makes a great lunge from her standing point towards the lowly soldier. Magnificently crafted blades of no real known design appear from seemingly no where. She takes the man off guard, slicing his throat open, spraying herself with fresh blood. However, his death does not stop there. She violates and mutilates the body with her wondorous weapons. And as she promised, at the end there was a body no more, sliced, diced, and punished until it was only several masses of lumpy flesh and gore. The girl stands up stiffly, her back rimrod straight. Her expression steely. "This is the price that everyone pays for harming those under my charge," she growls and turns away from the scene. "I take my leave and may what ever god you pray to grant you luck because if I am met with resistance, then there shall be promotions from half deaths to full death," she seeths as she makes her way towards the door.
"Stop her!" a loud authoritive voice rings out. "Do not let her leave!"
With a growl the girl whirls around to face the voice, to be met with the Lord Marshal himself coming up to her. He had halted his men from interfering with her query earlier with a wave of his hand. "Resistance?" she hisses in warning.
The Lord Marshal stands before the girl, "In our faith, you keep what you kill. Take a place in my court."
The girl gives a mocking scowl, "The half man's offer sounds pleasing to only a mouse. One must be a god before demanding of me."
The man's eye twitches in annoyance, his smirk becomes grim. "Many could consider me a god."
"Many is not this one," the girl's snarl slowly transofrms into smirk of delight, she has found a game of banter with this man.
"This is a unique choice made just for your kind."
"And again, such an offer would only be elected by a rodent."
"Then you choose death?"
"Death? Why, death? Of course, I'll choose death, but death is very broad, Sir," she inclines her head in mock respect. "Death could be mine or yours. Death could be that of your men. Death is such a trivial word. You yourself claim that you have achieved the greatness of the UnderVerse, how is it that the UnderVerse is not just a Hades? A place for the dead? Perhaps a true god is there ruling over your UnderVerse. Perhaps you a servant to him. Yes, yes, death is trivial and your claims can be speculated." The girl grins catishly. At the sight of the Lord Marshal's tightening jaw the girl's grin widens. "Oh, tis a game, tis a game, Sir. I jest. Make you don't burst a vein at my playful words. Pretty words are all they are. And where shall I be if I so kindly accept your mousy proposal?"
The Lord Marshal's eyes narrow slightly, but he lights into a calmer mirth at the indication that the girl means no harm. "One among my ranks. A commander."
The girl gives a pouty frown. "A commander? Tis a poor tender, aye, a poor tender. I am not made for battles."
"Your display speaks otherwise."
"Nay, my display did not." The girl leans forward as if to tell a secret. "I am a silencer, not a soldier," she whispers loudly. She steps back and giggles.
Understanding meets the Lord Marshal's eyes. "Tis an assault when you refuse such a high position."
"I am a silencer, not made to be a solider. Such a place would not suit me. I am a made secret." She holds her finger to her lips, "A secret."
The Lord Marshal nods. "Take her before the Quasidead! We shall see. Come, my dear. Go with Vaako and after, we shall speak more." The girl inclines her head with great mirth.
Vaako takes the man's place as he leaves her behind to Vaako's care. Vaako gestures with his gun towards a door. "Come," he commands darkly.
The girl quirks an eyebrow, ready to disobey the command, but thought otherwise of it. She does not feel the need to anger the beautiful being even more. He is one she would look for later. A small nod and she follows the mass of Necromonger soldiers around her.
A/N: This is not my first fic...in general. This is however, my first movie fic. I'm not gonna ask you to be nice, in fact, I'm gonna ask you to be brutally honest. Give me some sort of feedback, I gotta work with something. Yes, I know that it's kinda following by the scene where Riddick is at the conversion speech to the Quasidead. However! It will not happen like Riddick, in fact...I think this might be the only part that REALLY resembles the movie...possibly. We'll see what happens. :D
Another important thing. "Tis an assault when you refuse such a high position." The word "assault" is the right word. I didn't mean to try to spell "insult". I know the difference, yes, but it has a bit of a shakespearean hint to it. The Lord Marshal meant that it was an assault to his honor, reputation, dignity, and so on. He doesn't like having his "kind gesture" thrown back in his face as if it were garbage.