Hey guys, This is just the beginning to a new Riddick story I have bustling around my head. I'm planning on updating once a week if not more .Past that reviews of all kind are always welcome, along with any emails or IMs. Enjoy.
Survival of the Fittest.
A whip is my preferred weapon, it has multiple uses besides just a kill, it can get your across gaps, grab items, makes for great S&M… use it as a primary weapon with a shiv as your second, it's just hot foreplay.
I grab the man in front of me and easily snap his neck. One down. I duck low as I hear the swing of the club which now hit air where my head was. I trip the assailant and shiv him in the gut and twist. 2 down. Using my whip I grab onto another by the neck and hold him as the rest of the 8 watch him die slowly. Huh, I miscounted.
"Anyone else?" I say quietly, letting the choke drop to the ground. Silence.
"Then Leave!" I yell out and watch as the men scramble away.
I've been in slam for 3 years. Three. fucking. years.
When I first got here, I was 15 and scared shitless, and was immediately decided to be put into triple max. "After all, it's survival of the fittest", said Jaccobs, "The sooner your gone, the sooner I don't have to lie about the supervision and care of your ass."
What they didn't count on was the Big Bad of the place to take me under his wing because I reminded him of his daughter. After training with Hartigan for awhile, it was decided that on my 16th birthday I would show just how "unfit" I was by taking out a few guards while trying to make an escape. The blood poured beautifully that beautifully that day; I killed 8 guards with one shiv and another 10 with the whip and hand combat before I was sniped in the shoulder and knocked out. Hartigan was killed. I was just 30 feet from the gate.
When Riddick left, I was 14, saying goodbye to him was the toughest thing I've ever had to do; but at my age, wasn't much to compare. I remember it like it was yesterday….
"Mercs are on my ass kid, I got to go." I remember him using the look he used only in my presence, the look of the tamed animal.
I also remember taking a good few to register what he said. "..No you Don't….."
"Your too young for this shit, you should be able to live a normal life. I'll be back for you kid."
"Promise?"
"You know the deal kid, a promise isn't worth making unless you plan on keeping it, that's why I don't do promises. Don't want to disappoint."
"Do you Promise you'll be back Riddick?" I glared at the man who could've snapped me in two
He promised, and I still am waiting for him to this day.
"Kyra!" I was snapped out of my thought process only to remove my position against the wall as I hear Clark screaming at me
"Serious fuckin' trouble in Sector C". He looks up at me from the ground floor.
"How serious we talking?"
"Fifer." I mumble a curse and jump down to him.
"Lead me." We begin to run through corridors and hallways, all so I can kill a few stupid fucks.
When you're at the top of the chain, life isn't too shitty. You're always promised food and back up support so your ass doesn't get ghosted. Then there are always the few assholes who are constantly trying to remove you from the chain i.e. Fifer. Guards don't give a shit about prisoners in the heart of jail they only give a shit if you made it past the line of bots and camera systems. In crematoria, us prisoners are our own government.
I walk into a brawl of 10 or so men. I don't know what the fuck Clark was talking about, nothing so serious here.
"Excuse me boys!" I yell at the top of my lungs. Everyone stops immediately, looking towards me.
I move my hand to my whip. "Care to tell me what the fuck is going on?" I growled. I actually fucking growled, just a little thing I've picked up from Riddick with the 2 years I was with him. "Black Widow" Some one mumbles.
I was given that name a year ago. Beautiful but deadly, they say.
I pull up long curly hair and tie it with the shoelace. "No?" and then I'm charged. Then I see it. 3 new pretty sub-division A pulse pistols….very rare to find, a good 10 grand a piece.
And here we are. Three dead men later. "What the fuck was that all about?"
Hope you all enjoyed this lil opener.