Chapter Four:
An Unexpected Night
After our encounter with the strange woman, we left, knowing that I was a Furian, as well as Riddick. We walked down the pier in silence. Riddick had thrust Ziza in my arms.
When we reached the terminal, we walked through it in silence. We went to the big-boobed bimbo. Riddick got behind me, gently pushing me at her.
"Did you have a good visit?" The bitch asked me.
"Yes, thank you. My husband and daughter are going to go to the ship for now. I'll sign them back in." I switched sides with Ziza and signed the two names almost identical- not wanting to sign Riddick's exactly the same that he had before. I turned around and gave Ziza to Riddick, he looked at me questioningly. I didn't tell him where I was going or what I was doing. I knew that I had to do something before we left, we had time anyway. And I knew that Ryan was near here, probably watching us now… seeing what I would do.
"I'll be back soon, honey." I said. I turned around to leave, but Riddick caught my wrist.
"You're forgetting something, sweet heart." Riddick said, a smiled forming on his lips. I looked over at the bimbo and saw her watching us with scrutinizing, jealous eyes.
"What's that?" I asked him. He was still holding Ziza when he bent down to my level and kissed me on my lips. It wasn't a big deal, just a peck. He pulled back and smiled at me, I smiled back.
"Be safe." He told me.
"Bye." I smiled and turned, feeling people's eyes on me. I walked to the bathroom door; there was a hallway in front of it and the boy's bathroom that went between two terminals. I waited there, knowing that he would come; I'd leave in ten minutes if he didn't.
"You kissed him." I was leaning against the wall, looking down, and waiting for Ryan.
"He kissed me. What does it matter anyway?" I asked Ryan.
"You wanted him to kiss you." He accused.
"You wanted to talk… what about?" Honestly, I didn't know if I wanted him to kiss me or not. Sure I loved him and all, but did I love him this way?
"Jack, I wanna be with you." He came up to me and told me.
"You wanted to get me pregnant." I said to him.
"And I'd do it again in a heart beat." He told me. I didn't answer him, I couldn't answer him. "Tell me that you didn't enjoy it."
"What are you talking about?" I asked. He looked around us, nobody was near.
"Tell me that you didn't enjoy it when we made love to each other in your bedroom," he was whispering now. He reached out and touched my arm. "On your bed… with nobody around." He bent down to kiss me. I pushed him off before he did and just as I heard an intake of breath. I peaked around Ryan and saw the big boobed dumb blond standing there, open mouthed.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" I asked her, getting all tough on her.
"You were kissing him." she accused. "You were kissing your brother." Her nose scrunched up in disgust.
"That is disgusting. He's my brother, not my husband. God, you really are as stupid as I thought you were." I told her. Her nose became unscrunched. She put her hand on her hip and pulled her neck back.
"Oh yeah! Well at least I have boobs. I could probably make John have the best orgasim he's ever had." She smiled at the thought.
"I'm surprised you even know that word." I told her.
"I know it all right. Because I did make him come seven years ago. He made me scream, and yell so loud…. I loved that big cock in my pussy." She smiled. "And he said that I was the best he's ever had."
I couldn't help it. After all, I was a Furian. After she said the word 'had', she opened her mouth and kept it open, her neck pulled back like she was trying to be the biggest bitch ever. She was taller than me, but that didn't matter.
I made a fist, and I hit her in the nose. She fell to the floor because of the size of her stilettos. The bimbo screamed, holding her nose. I jumped on top of her and started hitting her, her screams stopped while she tried to pull my hair, her legs were kicking underneath of me, and her arms were flailing all about. She wasn't even trying to hit me; she was acting like a fish out of water.
I punched her about seven times before I was pulled off of her. Great, now I had to fight the damn cops.
I picked up my leg and stomped on the foot of whoever was holding me. I think it hurt me more than the other person because they were wearing steel boots. Great. I dropped my body, allowing whoever was holding me to have to carry all of my weight. I didn't fall at all; I was lifted up into the air. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ryan laughing, leaning against the wall.
Suddenly, I was being moved. Whoever was carrying me was taking me somewhere.
"Let go of me." I clenched my teeth, trying to get my arms free from the iron grip someone had on them. I heard a chuckle. I froze. It was Riddick. I didn't fight anymore, or saying anything else to him for the rest of the 'ride' to the ship. I didn't even know if Ryan was following us.
Back at the ship, Riddick put me down in the co-pilot's seat. I buckled up and then crossed my arms. Riddick spoke into the intercom, asking if he could take off. They said yes, and he left.
"Jack, child, are you okay?" It was Imam.
"I'm fine, Imam." I said to him, with clenched teethe.
"Thank you for taking me out to eat, Mommy." Ziza said.
"We can stop playing the game now, Ziza. It's only when we get out of the ship onto planets." I told her. I felt the pressure of exiting the planet's atmosphere and going into space.
When it was safe to unbuckle my seat belt, I did. I stood up without looking at anyone and walked down the hall to Riddick's bedroom. I felt eyes on me as I did. I opened his door and shut it with an almost silent click. I kicked off my shoes and flopped down on the bed, my head buried into Riddick's pillow.
As I lay there, smelling Riddick, I thought about my feelings for… people. I know how I stand with Imam- I've always known that. He's the Holy Man, he's my friend, the man that'll take care of me, feed me and shelter me. Then there's Lajjun, she's not how I thought she was. She was just trying to stay away from me so that she doesn't act like she knows the truth. She wanted so much to talk to me and to get to know me and to treat me like I was her daughter, but she was afraid to. She didn't want to betray Imam. I guess that I know realize that everyone isn't how you first think that they are. You have to get to know them better, fuck the first impression and the second and third impression. When you finally get to know a person then make you're final decision. She turned out to be a nice person that. She's perfect for Imam. Ziza's still the same; she's always been my friend.
Ryan's a lot more complicated. Sure, I didn't like him a lot when we first slept together. It was one of those raging hormone things. It all started out with a small pop kiss. Then another and another, then we looked into each other's eyes for a fraction of a second. It was like we both thought the same thing. Next thing you know, we're smashed together with our tongues in each other's mouths, and our hands all over each other's bodies. Then it goes farther than that, we take off each other's clothes, we kiss each other's bodies, until we finally do it. We finally have sex. And let me tell you… if that's what sex is supposed to feel like, then I never want to do it again. It didn't feel very good. It felt… horrible. I wanted him to just leave after wards, but he wanted to keep on doing it. Finally, I came up with an excuse so that he'd have leave.
With him telling me that he deliberately didn't use protection so that I'd get pregnant and he'd have to marry me. What's with that? Then he tells me that he wants to get back together with me- not that we ever were together in the first place. He wants to do it again; he wants to get me pregnant so that we can have a life. So that I'd be forced to marry him and follow his orders under the marital laws of the planet that we move to and live on. I'm not going to do that again. He's a snake. He tried to kiss me back at the terminal. But I pushed him off, then- without me even knowing- the bimbo saw.
That brings us to Riddick. I love him; I used to think it was the love that I felt for as him being a brother. I don't have a brother so I don't know how love for a brother is supposed to feel. I don't love anyone as in the 'falling in love' type of way either. When Riddick kissed me… so many emotions fluttered through me. I wanted him to kiss me more and more and I wished that he would touch me places that would excite me. But it was just a peck, a meaningless peck and he had no feelings for me like that. He probably thought of me as a little sister and all of these feelings that I have are just one sided.
My thoughts were interrupted by the door to the bedroom opening. I didn't want to look; I didn't want it to be Ryan or Riddick. Okay, I wanted it to be Riddick, but only if he'd kiss me again. I closed my eyes tight, wishing that I had imagined the cool air that filled the room and the click of the door opening. Then, the unmistakable click of the door closing, the unmistakable cold air that disappeared and the unmistakable second click that locked the door. Why would someone lock the door?
I didn't move, I just laid there- wishing that I was alone, wishing whoever it was to go away and disappear into thin- unless it was Riddick who came to kiss me.
I felt the mattress move to one side as someone sat down on the edge of it. I felt someone put their hand on my back. It was a loving gesture. It wasn't hard, it was gentle. It was the way that Ryan would have done it if it was him. I was just about to say something like 'fuck off Ryan', when the other person spoke.
"Jack…" it was Riddick. My heart started beating harder in my chest, louder too. I felt it everywhere, pulsing through my body…. I didn't react when he said my name, unless you call my heart going into over drive a reaction.
"Why'd you hit that woman?" He asked me. That made me angry. My muscles tensed in my back as it went perfectly straight. I was pissed. This is why he came in here? To ask me why the 'woman'- if you can call that hoe ass bimbo a woman- was laying on the floor with me on top of her pounding in her face. I wish he would've asked me what he really wanted to say. 'Why did you bash in the woman's face that gave me the best orgasim I ever had?'. I wish he'd say it. I really do.
I felt the bed move again, his hand left my back. Then, I felt the mattress move even greater and the feeling of someone straddling my back. OH MY GOD!?! He was straddling my back. I felt his hand start to work on my tense muscles. He was giving me a massage. His hands worked tirelessly and strongly on my neck, and my back, working down to my lower back. I felt his weight on my butt as he sat there, but not all of his weight, I couldn't stand that much weight on top of me for any long period of time.
"If it's about the kiss," Riddick broke the beautiful silence. My back tensed even more. "then I'm sorry. I thought that it was what a married couple would have done. But I guess I was wrong." I wanted to scream at him to shut up and to never talk like that again. I wanted to say that the kiss was exactly what I wanted and that I wanted more and more of them. But I knew that if I did, he'd get off of me, removing those magical hands and he'd leave the room.
He continued to give me a massage for a long time, probably a half hour. My back finally relaxed.
"That feels really good." I spoke for the first time. He didn't answer me. I sighed deeply and made a decision. I started to turn under his hands, wanting to face him. I felt his hands leave my body and he moved up some, allowing me to move under him so that I was facing up, looking at him. His hands weren't moved very far up on my body, only a few inches. As I turned, his hands brushed against my breasts, causing my nipples to instantly go hard… he felt it too, I know he did.
"Ready to talk now?" he asked me. I sighed and nodded.
"Now tell me why you were hitting that woman." He told me.
"It was nothing." I said to him.
"It obviously wasn't 'nothing'."
"It was stupid and it was immature and I really shouldn't have hit her. There, lecture's over. I just saved you ten minutes." I told him. I didn't move though, I liked the feeling of his weight on my pelvis. It felt so good! His hands were now resting on my stomach. He started to massage it, too. Surprisingly, it didn't make me laugh because of it tickling me… it made me moan because it felt so good.
"I wasn't going to lecture you if you had a good reason. And I'm not going to let you up until you tell me exactly what you did and where you went after you left me and Ziza."
"You'll be here a long time then." I flirted, not really wanting him to move or stop his hands from moving against my body.
"Fine." He said to me. He stopped moving his hands against my stomach, and instead he crossed his arms against his chest. He was completely prepared to sit there and wait.
"I can stay here all day, you know. You'll have to go pee eventually." I told him. He didn't move. "I'll have to go pee eventually."
"I have no problem with the whole peeing issue. I'm not that shy, I can take a piss while still holding you down in the bathroom." It was almost as if he was challenging me.
"And I'm supposed to what…? Pee in my pants?"
"Not my problem."
"Yeah, it is. You have to sleep on it, smell it and you'll be wet with it too from sitting there." I smiled at that. He shrugged.
"Then I guess you'll have to piss with me watching you and holding you down." He told me.
"I'm not shy. If I can piss in front of Ziza then I can piss in front of you." I told him.
"We'll see." Was all he said. We sat like that for a good ten minutes before I finally broke.
"After I left you guys I went to go find Ryan." I told him. He moved his hands to my stomach and started to caress it again. I moaned again. He heard me, I knew he did… but he didn't react at all. Damn! "I went to the hallway that was in front of the bathrooms and I leaned against the wall, waiting for him to show up." I said.
"Then?" he asked me, pushing against my stomach some, making my heart beat faster.
"Then, Ryan showed up and we talked… then that bitch came and she said some shit about me and Ryan and then she said some shit about you and I lost control and I hit her and she screamed and fell to the floor holding her nose- which was really the highlight of the past few days- and then I hit her again and again until you picked me up. It had nothing to do with the kiss and I'm pissed at you for something other than the kiss. I…" I cut myself off before I said something that I would regret.
"You what?" He whispered. I closed my eyes.
"Nothing. It's stupid." I told him. He shrugged.
"You missed a few things."
"Like what?" I opened my eyes.
"Like what you were doing with Ryan, what the woman said to make you pissed off." He told me.
"I can't remember." I lied. He looked at me, eyebrows raised. "You can turn the lights off and take your goggles off, I don't mind." I tried to change the subject.
"Lights off." I heard him say. The lights turned off a few seconds later and he took off his goggles, his beautiful eyes looking at me. "Now, tell me." He said.
"We were just talking. You know normal stuff."
"Jack, normal stuff for you would be asking how your right hook is."
"Right. Umm…"
"Just tell me the truth."
"Don't hurt him."
"Tell me the truth."
"Just… don't hurt him." I looked away from his eyes as I whispered it.
"This will go a lot faster if you'll just tell me what was said."
"I was leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the bathrooms. Ryan just appeared and started talking. He said 'you kissed him.' he looked really hurt. I told him that it was you who kissed me and I asked him why it mattered. He," I swallowed and looked away from his eyes again. He moved one of his hands from my stomach and moved my chin up so that I was looking into his eyes. They seemed to be saying that everything was okay. I nodded and started talking again. "He accused me of wanting you to kiss me." I said that part self consciously, I even blushed. "I reminded him that he wanted to talk to me. He told me that he wanted to be with me."
"I'm gonna kill the fucker." He started to move, but I grabbed his hands, pulling him back to me.
"Just… no. Stay." I commanded him. I could tell that he was struggling to control his anger. He nodded and he went back to sitting how he was. He bent over and buried his head in my chest. I don't think he thought about it.
"Keep going." His voice was muffled.
"I told him that he wanted me to become pregnant. He said: 'And I'd do it again in a heart beat. Tell me that you didn't enjoy it.' I asked him what he was talking about. He looked around us and whispered 'Tell me that you didn't enjoy it when we made love to each other in your bedroom,' he had reached out and touched my arm. 'On your bed with nobody around.' He continued. Then, he bent down to kiss me. I pushed him away from me before he did though. And then, I heard an intake of breath. I peaked around Ryan and saw the big boobed dumb blond standing there, open mouthed."
"Jack, I swear to you that, that kid is going to die. I don't know when, but he will." He told me.
"I said to her 'What the fuck are you looking at?' she said 'You were kissing him. You were kissing your brother.' I told her 'That is disgusting. He's my brother, not my husband. God, you really are as stupid as I thought you were.' She came back with 'Oh yeah! Well at least I have boobs. I could probably make John have the best orgasim he's ever had.' She smiled at the thought of it too. I shot back with 'I'm surprised you even know that word.' 'I know it all right. Because I did make him come seven years ago. He made me scream, and yell so loud…. I loved that big cock in my pussy.' She smiled. 'And he said that I was the best he's ever had.' That's when I hit her." Riddick laughed. "So…" I stopped myself. Riddick's head came up from my chest.
"What?" he asked me. His eyes were looking into mine, searching, wanting to know, curious.
"Did you…"
"Did I what?"
"You're gonna make me say it?"
"Did I what, Jack?"
It came out in a rush, "Did you really fuck her seven years ago and make her scream and yell and made her love 'that big cock' in her pussy.
Did she really make you come? Was she really your best?" I realized, as I said that flurry of words that I did love Riddick. And I wished that it was me that he had fucked seven years ago. I wished that I was the one who was in love with his dick. I bit my lip as the silence wore on.
"I fucked her." I realized that I had been holding in a breath. I let it out in a rush, and sat up, trying to get away from him. But Riddick stopped me. He pushed me down on the bed and he locked my arms above my head, his head came down close to mine, close enough to kiss. But I knew that, that wasn't what was going to happen.
"Let me go."
"No, you're obviously upset so let me explain."
"Why?!" I yelled at him. "You obviously had a wonderful time sinking your dick in her hot pussy, making her scream!" I was pissed at him.
"Jack! Shut up and listen!" Riddick yelled back. I didn't respond. Instead, I stopped struggling and listened, hurting inside. "I did fuck her. I guess it was seven years ago, I don't know. It's hard to remember. She did scream and yell, but it was nothing to do with making love. I have never made love to a woman or a bimbo. I guess that whole thing about the 'big cock' is in her opinion, but there's only one person who it matters to me if I have a big enough cock or not. Yes, she made me come. But it wasn't from it feeling good. It was because she screamed and it turned me on. That's the only reason. And I don't have a 'best'. They're all the same to me." He finished. My eyes were adjusted to the darkness enough that I could see things well. I could make out the whole room, its darkness coming in different shades.
Riddick asked me a question that made me think. "Did you enjoy it?" he said.
"Enjoy what?" I asked him.
"Enjoy making love with Ryan like he asked you." I had to think when he asked me that.
"If making love is how that feels then I never want to make love again." I answered him.
"You didn't answer the question."
"No." I answered, getting the words out fast. We stayed like that for a good 30 seconds- staring into each other's eyes- until Riddick moved. I groaned and slammed my head back into the pillow.
"What's wrong with you?" Riddick asked.
"Nothing."
"Good, then we can start training in the morning."
"Training?" I echoed.
"Yeah, if we're meant to bring down these Necromongers then we have to start getting you ready." Riddick said. He unlocked the door, opened it and then went out- closing it behind him. I groaned and then went to bed.
That night, I dreamt about Riddick. At first, we were just kissing. He was on top of me, like he was last night and I leaned up and I kissed him- just a peck. Then, he leaned down and kissed me. My arms went around his neck as he sucked on my bottom lip. We took off our clothes and I was moaning and whispering his name… telling him to go harder as we had sex. Then, I woke up.
Okay, it was completely embarrassing- the position I woke up in. My head was on Riddick's shoulder, my right arm wrapped around him, and my right leg on top of his left. The lights were off, and I could tell that Riddick was asleep by the way he was breathing. I tried to move so that when he woke up, I wouldn't be all over of him.
Unfortunately, Riddick is the lightest sleeper ever. When I stopped breathing so that I could move, Riddick's eyes fluttered open and his silver orbs were peering at me.
"Hi." I said, totally embarrassed.
"Hi." He said back, I could tell he was smiling.
"Sorry." I said to him.
"For what?" He asked me, as if he didn't know.
"For waking you up." I didn't add 'because I'm all on top of you', I'm pretty sure he could figure that out for himself.
"You know, you talk in your sleep." I felt the color in my face drain.
"What did I say?" I asked, worried at what he could've heard me saying… what part of my dreams he found out. I hope it wasn't his name.
"Where's the fun in me telling you what you said?" He joked around.
"Riddick… tell me what I said." I begged, serious.
"Tell me what you think you said." He whispered. He moved his finger down the side of my jaw and my neck, I shivered and he smiled.
"Tell me what I said."
"Not until you tell me what you were dreaming about… or should I say WHO you were dreaming about." He said.
"It has nothing to do with a who!" I exclaimed, appalled.
"So you weren't fucking anyone? You must have been fucking yourself." He teased. My eyes widened.
"Relax, Jack. I don't care. It's normal… well the person you were dreaming about wasn't, but that's okay." He told me.
"I said your name last night?!" I yelled, my mouth going open and my eyes widening. I moved out of the bed and walked to the door, but Riddick got to me before I could open it. He picked me up and took me back to the bed.
"So it was me?" He asked. I drew in a breath.
"You bastard! I hate you, you fucking son of a bitch! I hope you never get fucking fucked ever again!" I screamed at him, hitting him in his chest. He grabbed my hands and once again put them above my head, moving to straddle me.
"Jack… relax. It's not that big of a deal." Riddick said.
"Yes, yes it is!" I screamed at him.
"It doesn't matter. I'll just forget about it." He said to me.
"Can I go now, I'm embarrassed enough already." I muttered. Riddick looked into my eyes in the dark. He nodded once and slowly let go of me, letting me up.
"Remember, we have to train later." Riddick called after me when I opened the bedroom door. It was still really early in the morning and I didn't expect anybody to be up. I went to the kitchen, hoping that I could eat some comfort food alone, in silence. But somebody else was in there.
"Hello, Jack." Lajjun said to me, she was finishing up a glass of milk.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to come in here and interrupt. I can leave if you want." I told her.
"No, it's okay. It'll be nice to have some time to talk to you." Lajjun replied. I sat down in a chair and I put my arms on the table, burying my head in them.
"What's wrong?" Lajjun asked me, concern in her voice.
"Riddick…" I said.
"What's wrong with him?"
"Not him. It's me. I like him; I have a crush on him. And I dreamed about him… last night…." I said, rapidly becoming uncomfortable talking to Lajjun like this.
"What kind of dream?" She asked me, as if she didn't know.
"You know… that kind of a dream." Lajjun quickly understood.
"I see."
"And then I woke up and Riddick woke up and he said that I talked in my sleep. And then he tricked me into telling him who I was… you know… umm dreaming about."
"And now you're embarrassed."
"Yes! He said that he'll pretend that I never even said it, but… I just… I wish I could forget."
"Perhaps you should tell him how you feel."
"No! That's not an option." I told her.
"I had the same problem once… well sort of. My mother told me that I shouldn't pretend that I like him, but that I should act normal. So, my advice to you is to act like you normally do around him, and if these dreams persist then sleep somewhere else. But don't forget about the dream, Allah had you dream about that for a reason, Child." Lajjun told me. She had really helped me out. I nodded at her and smiled.
"Thanks, I'll try." I told her.
"I should get back to bed. Good night." She told me. I smiled at her again as she scooted her chair back and walked out of the kitchen, she paused and looked at me and then left to her bedroom. I sighed.
I decided that I follow her advice and treat him the same as I always had- except it would be extremely hard now. I went down stairs to the cargo hold, where- if this were a ship belonging to your average shmo, there would be crates topped off with a bunch of supplies being delivered to a planet. But Riddick isn't an average guy, he's a guy that broke out of more than one prison on more than one occasion, he's wanted all across the galaxies. So, in his cargo hold, there's a gym. Weight machines and a treadmill are only a few of the things he has down here. Too bad he doesn't use the treadmill to much. He's more of a punching bag type. That's probably why there's a big black one in the center of the room. There are a few crates towards the side of the room where there are bandages, and bunch of other stuff meant for medical supplies. There's also some extra emergency food and probably an emergency blanket or two that'll withstand heat and cold that an average human can't.
Anyway, down in the gym I decided to start my own workout. The workout that I had been doing back in New Mecca. I started it out with a few simple stretches. And then I moved it up to the average sit ups and pull-ups and lunges and that kind of shit. Then, I moved on to the punching bag. Now, I'm not exactly the best hit in the galaxy, but I can hold my own in a fight. I've done it plenty of times at school- okay not in school but around school so that I wouldn't get into trouble.
I started out slow, letting my muscles warm up to the blows. My right fist thrust out and hit the bag, then my left, my right again and then my foot. I practiced doing some transitional moves between punches and kicks. Eventually, I was moving faster than I probably should have. But my muscles felt great, they didn't feel strained at all, or stretched out. They were just right.
I added in a few acro moves that made me start moving around the punching bag more and more. I did a few summersaults and a few jumps, a few backhand springs and a couple of other tricks that I had been practicing before.
I was so into the workout that I didn't realize someone else was in the room until I went to get a drink of water from a water bottle at the side of the room.
"Where'd you learn how to do that?" Ziza asked me. I took a swig of water before I answered her, my heart racing and my breathing a little fast.
"Riddick started to teach me on the trip to New Mecca. I kept on training in secret. Now, he wants to start up again today so I figured that I'd warm up a little bit before he came in here." I answered her question.
"Can you teach me how to do that?" She asked me. I was a little surprised by her question. I didn't think that she would want to learn. I smiled.
"I don't think your parents would let me teach you, so you'll have to keep this between just you and me and okay?" I asked her. She nodded and her face lit up with joy. Her mouth formed a bright, white smile and her eyes were shinning… I couldn't say no after that.
"Alright, come here." I beckoned her forward. She came across the room, from where she was sitting on the last stair and stood in front of me, her hands behind her back.
"The first thing you need to learn is how to punch. Okay?" Ziza nodded her head. "Give me your hands." She held her hands out in front of her. "Now, make a fist." I told her. She balled up her hands, putting her thumbs inside of her fist. "No, that'll break your hand." I got on my knees so that I was at her level. "Do this." I showed her how to make a fist and corrected her a little bit about the placement of her thumb. That's good. "Now come over here to the punching bag. Watch me and then you do it. Okay?" She nodded.
I made a fist, showing her the proper way and I slowly, so that she could see the rotation of my fist, punched the bag. I did it again with my other hand.
"Got it?" I asked her.
"Yeah."
"Great, now you go." I told her. She hit the bag slowly, trying to make the perfect punch. I nodded at her that it was good. "You're a natural. With just a few adjustments we'll have you taking out Riddick. What do you think?"
"Yeah!" She jumped up and down and her eyes shone and her mouth formed that smile of hers. She kept on punching the bag with me stopping her to correct her. When she did five punches that were good enough for a four year old, I left her at the bag and I went to a weight machine, to work my legs.
Ziza got bored of punching soon and she decided to watch me work my legs while chattering. She sat Indian style on one of the bench's seats that was next to my machine.
"So tell me again the story of the monsters." Ziza asked me. I smiled as I went to another machine to work out my arms and shoulders, Ziza followed, sitting the same way on another seat.
"Well, we were all in Cryo. When the ship went through a meteor shower or a comet or something. The ship got damaged, the captain dying. A woman named Carolyn Frye took over as being the captain.
"We were heading straight into the planet's atmosphere. Carolyn saved us by dumping the people and the cargo in the back end of the ship so that the people in the front could survive. It's called Purging- the dumping of the end of the ship.
"We landed on the planet and Riddick had escaped. There was this big search for him, eventually Shazza found him…" I continued the story as I went from one machine to another, working all of my muscles, ending in the yoga that I had started taking at school. Ziza joined me. She followed what I was doing the best that she could without me stopping the story and telling her what to do. When I stopped she asked me a question.
"So Riddick is a good guy?" Ziza asked me. There was a yes and a no to that question. I had to explain it to her.
"Yes and no. Riddick will always be bad, Ziza. He will always have a part of him that will kill. But he'll always save the people he cares for. Like me. He's saved me twice now. Once in that cave and then just a few days ago at New Mecca. He saved your father, your mother and even you." I told her.
"So he cares for me?" She asked me.
"I think he does. He has a soft spot for little girls." I smiled at her. "But he'll always kill someone if he feels threatened." I finished explaining. Ziza looked a little sad at that, but soon brightened up when she started asking me a flurry of other questions.
We ended up talking for an hour after my workout, the two of us sitting on the floor across from each other, our legs crossed Indian style. However, our conversations were stopped when we heard the door above us open and footsteps descending the stairs.
End Chapter
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