Hello Readers! This is going through another reedit sorry. I've written the whole story now so it should be much better :D fingers crossed, well give it another chance and enjoy!
"I'm not quite sure you understand what you're supposed to be doing" a woman said sternly. Melissa was a strong, authoritative yet a beautiful, elegant young woman. Her ebony black hair was securely tightened in a neat bun, adorned with jewels; she was dressed in sophisticated and carefully handmade clothes.
At this moment in time, her patience was wearing thin as she watched her sister/best friend through narrowed eyes.
"Of course I understand what I'm doing" Ashley accentuated the vowels with her tongue, giving the other woman a slightly exasperated look. Ashley was just as beautiful as Melissa with her charcoal black hair curling down to her waist and sapphire blue eyes that seem to glow in the dark grimy street.
Melissa tuts at her but continues preaching about this and that, Ashley wasn't really paying attention but in her defence she had heard the brief back at home and she found it tedious to hear it all again from Melissa's mouth. Ashley reaches into her long, black coat for a cigarette, placing it in her mouth before fumbling in her pockets for a lighter.
"Are you even listening?" Melissa asks with a hint of annoyance in her voice, noticing that her friend was losing concentration, again.
"Yes I'm listening!" Ashley insists, fluidly lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag from it.
"I want it done quickly and quietly" emphasizing the words 'quietly' Melissa very well knew the other woman wasn't exactly one for subtlety.
"Quickly I can promise ya, but quietly well….we'll see" taking the cigarette out between her lips, blowing the grey smoke into the air.
"Ashley!" she gives her a –don't mess with me- look. I swear down that look could kill people, Ashley thinks nervously.
"Alright, alright, no guns, no bombs, no nothing. Happy? Ya dumb bitch" handing over her many weapons to Melissa who merely frowns at her use of bad language but is unoffended by the insult as she knew that she was smarter than Ashley.
"Be careful" Ashley rolls her eyes.Sure, take all my weapons and then tell me to be careful. Cheers love. Well if things turned for the worse and she had to fight she could always rely on her hand to hand combat.
Ashley extinguishes her cigarette beneath her shiny black boot, and with a sigh hooks her long fingers into the metal wire fence and she easily makes her way up and over it, landing perfectly, crouched on the floor like a cat. Her long, black coat billows in the night wind as she turns back to look at Melissa whose nowhere in sight, Ashley looks at her gold Rolex checking for the time. Yep, she's definitely cutting it close, it's not professional for her to risk being late for the family alliance meetings, and I mean they are kinda a big deal. Tut tut.
Ashley had become accustomed to Melissa seeing her off at every job she was sent out to do, it was because Melissa was always worrying, and fretting that Ashley was going to mess things up. So maybe Ashley had destroyed a couple dozen buildings but in all fairness it was all for the family and sure she was a bit dense but combat and fighting was her element. There was no reason for Melissa to worry.
With Melissa gone, Ashley walks through the industrial buildings and warehouses, concentrating on the task she has to do. One of the clan member's came to the main family, begging them to find their daughter who appears to have run away. With thorough investigation, they found that the girl was prostituting herself in the red light district, but witnesses had seen the young girl coming here, and apparently it was the last time anyone saw her.
Ashley enters an old, abandoned warehouse and explores the warehouse when she notices a distinct smell, it's not a pleasant smell but it's a smell she knows. Covering her nose with a napkin, she looks for the cause of the smell, fearing the worst. Soon enough she comes across the source of the overwhelming smell of rotting flesh, a young girl no older than seventeen sprawled out on the blood stained floor. Eyes forever open, deep stab wounds on her body, maggots finding refuge in her torn lips, her skin deathly white. It was a sad sight that someone so young and part of the family had come to such an end. Ashley heaves a sigh, the whole family will be in an uproar about this, Melissa was going to be furious, and she would ensure brutal punishment would fall upon on whoever did this. Family will always be avenged.
She had completed her task, now she had to tell Melissa what happened so she could decide what the next move was. However with the three hour long meeting back home, Melissa could not be contacted and so Ashley had to hurry to the main house and tell everyone what had happened to the young girl. Before leaving, Ashley places a tracking device on the body in case the villain who did this came back and decided to move the body.
'I'm outta here' saying to no one in particular, and hands in her pockets, she walks back through the moonlit warehouse, the shadows stirring around her as the moon moves across the sky. Ashley then stops in her tracks, and whirls round, her midnight blue eyes scanning the gloomy darkness. Someone was following her, and she was right as that someone jumps down from the rafters, landing a couple feet away from Ashley. Her body crouched on all fours like a black panther, she stands up straight and her pale skin appears to be illuminating in the shaft of light that shines down on her. Ashley couldn't help but think she was like an angel who fell from the sky, a creepy fallen angel.
"Who the hell are you!' Ashley demands while pointing a finger at her.
The corners of the other's lip twitch upwards "It's rude to point"
Ashley just stares at her, wondering who this unknown woman was as she seemed somewhat familiar. She reaches into her pocket, at which the woman before her tenses, whipping out a handmade knife and Ashley smirks, pulling a box of cigarettes.
"A tad tense aren't ya" taking a cigarette out with her teeth, and torching the tip before taking a deep breath from it, letting the toxic smoke blow out of her nose. Ashley notices the other woman is eyeing her up and down and frowns wondering if she was searching for a weapon on her or it was an act of lesbianism but either way she felt the need to cover herself.
"Don't you know who I am?" her voice is soft, almost musical yet her eyes were gleaming with the eagerness to kill, Ashley rubs two fingers to her temple when her head starts throbbing but she answers the woman.
"A lady who has escaped from a mental hospital and is high on her own medication' her voice filled with amusement, a sly smirk on her face. The woman with the knife growls incoherent words of profanity, when a deep, baritone laugh echoes from behind. Ashley tips her head to the side, narrowing her eyes at the new person who appears from the shadows.
"I can't help but agree with her on that" a deep husky voice escapes from a man with broach shoulder, rippling muscles and chiselled features. Ashley couldn't help but think that the man was sex in personification; she shakes her head at her thoughts, swallowing thickly to prevent excessive drooling.
"Fuck you Riddick!" Ashley's eyes widen in surprise, she heard of this man. The most wanted man in three different solar systems, escaping from various maximum security prisons, he recently disappeared and people assumed he was dead but here he was, with those silver eyes and all. The woman must be Kyra, his partner in crime, formerly known as Jack.
This was a problem, a very big problem. All members of the yakuza had been severely ordered not to confront these two, the reason being since the yakuza was a underground organization that people thought died out generations ago, their existence was not known to the public and rulers of New Mecca. Riddick and Kyra were notorious and well known; clashing with them would bring a lot of unnecessary attention to the family, jeopardizing everyone.
Ashley was in quite a predicament as she was boxed in between the two and she had no choice but to confront them in order to get away, she doubted they'll let her go even if she had asked nicely. Her thoughts are then punctured when Riddick's deep voice booms across the warehouse to Kyra.
"Doesn't this woman seem like a tough one to crack? She'll be much more fun than the other bitch, I sense this bitch will put up a fight' Ashley's thick sweeping fringe covered her eyes as she listened to their conversation, her slowly extinguishing cigarette dangling from her mouth. Ashley could feel her anger rising rapidly, these two could not be left alive as they had truly slapped the family in its face.
"Shall we play your favourite game?"
"Sure, why not" Kyra licks her blade murderously, watching the unmoving girl who hadn't made a sound. The girl's probably shitting herself and Kyra rushes at her with that thought. Ashley spits her cigarette out, swiftly removing her coat off, tossing it at Riddick with hope it'll distract him for a few crucial seconds. Ashley dodges the knife that swipes at her, and stepping forward she bring a fist hard into Kyra's solar plexus, driving it home.
Kyra gasps in agony, she couldn't believe the slender woman held so much strength and she promptly collapsed to the floor wheezing for air. Ashley wasn't done yet, and she mercilessly gave a strong hard kicked to Kyra's gut which sent her flying a few feet away.
Ashley satisfied that Kyra was down for the count, faces Riddick who to her surprise hasn't moved. He was holding her coat with a smirk that screamed he knew something, baffling Ashley.
"You're no civilian huh? I'm impressed that a woman like you has such survival instinct"
Ashley's eyes became scorching with personal vendetta as she glared at the man before her.
"You shouldn't really underestimate women, especially if you hang out with that' and she goes to indicate the limp body which…wasn't there. Ashley then feels movement from behind, and grabs Riddick's fist just in time but he performs a well-practiced kick to her stomach, causing her to hunch over in pain. Then Ashley is suddenly engulfed in an explosion of dust as a beam falls from above and crashes down on her.
Kyra grins in delight from above, after recovering from Ashley's attack she climbed back up to the rafters and set off one of their personal made traps. The young woman never stood a chance against two skilled serial killers like her and Riddick.
Ashley was in immense pain as she choked on the thick air of dust, the beam was heavy and no matter how much she twisted and turned it wouldn't budge and she knew she was at their mercy now. She let out a grunt of pain, blood trickling down her chin as something landed on the beam above her body, adding more weight to the already heavy mass of wood that was crushing her. She shot an icy blue glare over her shoulder, realising it was Kyra who had thought it would be a good idea to land on someone who was already injured. That bitch!
Ashley then feels a burning pain as her hair is yanked, forcing her to stare up into the bemused, smiling face of Riddick, his silver eyes locked onto midnight blue. Ashley refuses to give him the satisfaction she was in any pain, even though she was in tremendous amounts of pain, she bears it silently, glaring up at Riddick, challenging him. He responds with a malicious smile that shows all his teeth, and playfully slides his own blade up and down Ashley's cheek, accepting her challenge.
Ashley spits, the offending liquid hitting Riddick's chin, she wasn't going down so easily without a fight but when she sees his smirk transform into a teeth bared snarl, she thinks that maybe she was too rash. Aw fuck! I've never seen someone lose a smile so fast and I thought Melissa was someone who had a extremely short fuse. I am so dead!
Ashley closes her eyes as Riddick pulls his arm back, his shiv clenched tightly in his hand. Then everyone hears a loud crashing, wrecking sound, the building is shaking and debris start falling as something crashes through the ceiling of the warehouse. Ashley opens her eyes, hearing the sounds of chaos around her, spotlights suddenly shine down on them which causes Riddick to howl in pain and fall to the ground, shielding his sensitive eyes. Kyra kneels beside Riddick, attempting to drag him out of the collapsing warehouse. Ashley twists her neck, wincing in pain and squinting against the bright lights and manages to see a space craft has crash landed into the warehouse. Wood, scrap metal, bricks and other debris shower down on them, knocking each one of them out cold, entombing them in a mountain of rubble.
This is an alternative world where Riddick takes Jack/Kyra with him after the incidents of Pitch Black, living a life of sadistic crime together.
Much Love :D xx