A New Animal
"Come with me Kyra," Jack's eyes were tired as she stared at her.
"If someone doesn't take your face in the system, the authority will look for you. I'm giving you a free ticket." Kyra pleaded taking her hands.
"Why would you go to Crematoria?" Slavery was bad but a Triple Max Prison?
"Being Free in Hell is better than being on a choke leash"
KYRA
When he came into Crematoria I tried to remember everything Jack had told me. I tried to keep everything in order in my mind. She had drawn a picture. The picture didn't do anything to prepare me for the sight of Riddick. I had to figure out my story fast. He was coming after me. Well, her. I would be the one here though. Jack told me exactly what to do.
"He will try and escape. If Riddick thinks you're me He'll get you out."
"Jack what are you talking about?" She rolled her eyes at me.
"Just trust me,"
"Won't he be able to tell?" A beat of silence.
"He hasn't seen me in a long time,"
So much happened in those moments when I first saw him. I had to save his life first. With the chains. I tried to look cold. The excitement inside me must not have shown through. I pretended I didn't even see him. I had to get my stories straight quick.
"How Do I Get Eyes Like That?"
JACK
"Get off me you fucking shit!" I couldn't breath. Mark had me on the floor and he kicked me in the ribs again as Cassie grabbed my wrists. Mercs. They had slaved me out and now they were going to take me to Crematoria. Kyra's plan must not have worked. He grabbed my legs and lifted me off the ground Cassie held my arms behind me. The same crew. The same shits. Though I happily noted the loss of a few crew members. Kitara, a blond bitch, Roland, an angry black haired man probably switched over to the other side. Residing in some prison.
I fought the arms and legs against me but it just didn't happen. They dragged me over to a set of cuffs in the wall. Cassie fastened in my hands behind my back and then Mark slammed my ankles into the other set.
"What was that dear?" Mark's sarcastic English accent cut into me. I lowered my eyes to meet his through half lids and growled through my teeth.
"Get off me you fucking shit," I said slower.
"So testy all of a sudden," Mark looked at Cassie with a deadly smile. Cassie smiled.
"Let's pat her down," Cassie got close and started to reach out her hands and I slammed towards her.
"Cassie…get out of my face." Cassie backed away. It's nice to know you've got enough steel in a gaze to scare someone even when you're chained to a wall. Mark smiled and waved her off. She looked at her shoes and then left the room. She wouldn't make it much longer in that life. Mark smiled then turned away from me to face a wall. Kyra emerged from the shadows to the left of him. I relaxed against the wall. Thank Mecca.
"I thought that it didn't work," Kyra smiled lightly. Mark grabbed her hand and turned her towards him for a moment. She caught his wrist. He let go. She walked over to me quickly and unhinged the cuffs.
"Should have trusted me," She smiled. She pointed to the shadows that she came from and I stepped over and found two firing guns. I hitched them onto my belts. Mark was speaking softly.
"Kyra, are you sure that you want to…" She cut him off quickly.
"Don't start, you lost that chance a long time ago," He had fallen in love with her when they had brought both of us onto the crew. Then the rest of the crew slaved us out. He wanted to stop it but said he could do nothing. She had used him to help her but she wasn't dealing with him in any other way. I rubbed my wrists gently.
"Kyra if you just…" I turned around to witness a death stare she had mastered better than I had.
"Just…strap me in Mark." Mark sighed and he snapped her hands and ankles into place. Kyra looked towards me and smiled. Mark looked up at her on the wall and started to open his mouth and instead turned towards me.
"Cassie has to be dead, I'm callin her in and you X her out." I smiled and cocked the gun.
"Shouldn't be a problem," I walked over to Kyra for a moment and squeezed her arm gently.
"Don't worry about me Jack…kid."
"Don't call me kid, we'll see each other again right?" Kyra got a strange look on her face.
"Yeah, sure." Mark turned away and drifted into a corner as I turned around.
"Cassie! I need you!" He made it sound urgent. May Allah Protect Your Soul.
RIDDICK
I wasn't prepared. All grown up. In Crematoria. She was nothing like I'd thought. Long hair. Almost elegant even in this Hell. She was just like me. Stuck in a slam. Never see the light of day again. I thought I'd stopped that from happening. Of course not. Life never balances the scales. I'm gonna get the fuck out, and I'm taking her with me.
"Should I Go For The Sweet Spot?"
JACK
I didn't know getting it done would hurt so much. When you are on the run from Mercs, Jailers, Slavers, you have to be able to see in the dark. Plus. It's what I always wanted. A step closer to him. Stealing thins to get food means you need to be able to see when it's night in the markets. Being able to sneak up on people. I had to take a slaw job, save up money, steal the money. I still got it thought. Shined my eyes. The pain I thought would be adjusting. It was like hot lava being poured directly into your eye sockets and running through your veins. I was too poor to afford the sleeper meds.
