Death Do Us Part
By Shadowed Replica
Chapter III: Emergency
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue. (Of course the plot and girl are my creations for the most part, except for the events that occurred during Pitch Black. Ha!)
Bekah shuddered inwardly at what that creature might be. She knew there must be many of them for there were many more spires than they could count. Just thinking about all of them made her skin crawl; poor Zeke. Poor Shazza; the woman was heartbroken and mad as hell. She knew Riddick didn't kill him now but she still needed someone to blame.
Unsure of how to handle the emotional situation, she left Jack to tend to the crying woman and walked away from everyone. She had originally intended to get away from everyone until she heard Johns' voice with a slight edge to it; He was obviously talking to Riddick.
"Finally found something worse than me, huh?" Riddick drawled. Bekah wedged herself in between the wall and an uprooted chamber so she wouldn't be seen.
"So here's the deal," It was Johns speaking now. "You work without chains, and without bit and without shivs." He paused and Bekah resisted the urge to shake her head; Riddick would never go for that. "You do what I say when I say it."
"For what?" Riddick growled, "The honor of going back to some asshole of a cell? Fuck you."
"The truth is," He licked his lips to rewet them, "Is I'm tired of chasing you."
Riddick looked up at him in suspicion. "Are you saying you'd cut me loose?"
"I'm thinking you could've died in the crash," Johns sounded serious – and tired.
"My recommendation, do me," Riddick growled lowly so Bekah had to strain to hear, "Don't take the chance that I'll get shiv-happy on your wanna-be ass."
"Okay," Johns sounded monotonous.
"Ghost me mother fucker, that's what I would do to you," Riddick growled. Bekah felt a pang of fear slide through her; she didn't want Riddick to die for some reason.
There was the sound of Velcro being unstrapped and Bekah looked up to see Johns aiming at Riddick's head. Before she could blink he fired and she gasped softly catching Riddick's attention. Opening her eyes, she saw that Johns had shot the chain in half freeing the killer. "I want you to remember this moment; the way it could have gone and didn't." He then held out the goggles to Riddick, "Here." Riddick pretended to reach for the goggles but instead grabbed the gun from Johns' hands and pointed the muzzle at his face forcing Johns to take a step back, "Take it easy."
"Fuck you!" Riddick snarled putting his finger on the trigger.
Johns put his hands up slowly in a non-threatening position, "Do we have a deal?"
Riddick let out a sigh before mocking Johns, "I want you to remember this moment." With that he threw the gun on the floor at his feet and stormed past him. He disappeared from view and Bekah didn't want to be caught eavesdropping so she waited for Johns to leave before moving to extricate herself from her hiding place.
Just as she was doing so, Riddick appeared right beside her and spoke, "Do you always listen in on other people's conversations?"
Bekah yelped in surprise and jumped back in reaction landing her on the floor with an ungraceful thump. She winced as she gazed up at him, "Only when it involves my own person." She replied smartly.
Riddick smirked at her and approached her on the ground. She glared at him when he kneeled over her body putting his face close into her personal space. He inhaled her scent sending shivers down her spine and she could feel him smirk in masculine pride as her body's reaction. "It didn't concern you girl."
Snarling, Bekah slammed her body into his succeeding in knocking him over so that she was straddling him with his arms pinned down beside his body with her minor weight. "Whether Johns is a psychotic fool that actually intends to cross you on the bargain and piss you off involves me in every way. I don't know about the others, but I plan on making it off this fucking death trap alive and whole. If I have to eavesdrop on a few conversations or put my foot up someone's ass to do it I won't fucking hesitate." She hissed at him.
A deep laugh erupted from his chest making her aware of just how she might have looked. She could feel a slight bulge in his groin – which she was sitting on. Refusing to allow the heat to rise to her face, she bared her teeth at him and made to get up. Before she could do so, his hand clamped down around her waist and they rolled a couple times before she found herself pinned beneath the convict with his face in her neck and hair. He inhaled again making her shiver, "It's been a long time since I smelled beautiful." Bekah went still beneath him unsure of how to react to that particular comment. "Are you scared little girl?" His lips were pressed against her ear and his hot breath blew sweetly into the canal as he spoke creating goose pimples over her arms and chest.
Somehow she found her voice, "Of you, never."
Her response made him chuckle once again. "You're either very stupid or very brave."
Bekah wanted to get out from under him and fast, so she used one of her many feminine wiles. As he began to draw his face away, she pressed her body up so that their groins rubbed one another. He stilled for a moment to look down at her through his goggled eyes. Pressing her breasts up into his chest made him emit a small rumble in his chest. She brought her face up to his and nibbled his chin with her teeth before tracing her tongue over his lips and then catching the lower one with her teeth and dragging his mouth open.
For a moment she hesitated and he attacked. His tongue invaded her mouth and his body pressed hers to the floor. Using his momentary distraction, she put one hand on his arm feeling the muscles there and then surged upward from the right successfully knocking him to the side while simultaneously drawing her booted knife from its sheath. She slid the weapon against his throat forcing him down beneath her and he put his head to the ground with the knife following. "Call me girl again and I'll slice you ear to ear without blinking." For emphasis, she let the sharpened blade draw a line of red across.
His hands, which were still firmly planted at her waist, tightened for a moment and he grinded their pelvises together causing her to gasp when she felt his arousal. Then, he let her go and put his hands up in a defensive position, "Okay, you win Becks."
Her nostrils flared in indignation but it was better than girl, she decided. She moved her body off him first, keeping the knife at his throat. Only when she was ready to flit away did she take the blade away. He smirked as she disappeared with her back facing away from him.
They began to pack things up to take to the little jumper that Fry had found on the compound. One power cell was loaded onto ropes and pulled by Riddick. They began the walk to the compound in a group with Riddick at the back. Bekah found herself just behind Johns and Shazza to avoid him.
"So, you click your fingers and suddenly he's one of us now?" Shazza drawled.
Johns laughed lightly, "I didn't say that, at least this way, I don't have to worry 'bout y'all alive; falling asleep and not waking up." He gave Shazza a meaningful look and she shook her head.
Jack stepped up to their side wearing his goggles and showing off the newly shaved head, "So can I talk to him now?" Hero worship, Bekah shook her head with a chuckle.
"No," Shazza and Johns said at the same time.
As they were walking, Paris sighed and dropped his bottle out of his hand. They were a few steps ahead before he realized and went back for it, "Blast it."
He reached for it just as Riddick grabbed for it. Bekah could see the man swallow in fear as he introduced himself to Riddick, "Paris P. Olgive, antiquities dealer and entrepreneur," He held his hand out to the other man.
Riddick smiled evilly and replied, "Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict, murderer." Bekah had to keep from laughing as Paris swallowed in fear. He murmured a small protest when Riddick drank the entire bottle of sherry down and continued forth past him. 'Serve's him right,' she thought.
They arrived at the ship a little while later and inserted the power cell to see if the ship would convert. "Well, it's not a star-jumper." Shazza commented.
"Doesn't need to be." Riddick remarked, "Could take a two-seater like this back up to the soul-track shipping lanes." He took a breath for air in the heat, "Stick out a thumb, bound to get picked up." He had his hands behind his back in a sort of military fashion that made Bekah wonder. He turned to look at either Fry or Johns – one could never tell with those damned goggles, "Isn't that right captain."
Fry asked for help and Riddick moved to do just that but Johns stopped him and told him to check out the buildings and look for stuff to repair the wings.
Imam and the boys got the solar-powered water-machine going and Bekah smiled thankfully. She filled up a glass and drank it down quickly. Jack appeared and Bekah handed him a glass as well before taking one to give to Shazza and Fry; to hell with Johns.
She heard Fry saying they would need another five power cells and felt her heart drop, that would take forever. Shazza said something about getting the sand-cat ready. Johns told her to try and get it running. As she turned off she almost ran into Bekah. "Oh, Bekah, didn't see you there."
Johns turned as well, "Ah, there is water," He took Fry's cup from her hands making her scowl, "Thanks Bekah, you're a doll." He gave her that dark look again that made her skin crawl. "Where did Riddick go?"
She gave Shazza a cup and then her own to Fry before turning to follow Shazza to try and help her. "Bekah, did you see where he went?"
Before she could answer, "Find him Bekah." Johns commanded before turning his back on her.
Bekah cursed and went after where she saw him last just to get away from the arrogant bastard that dared presume to order her around. She followed him silently toward a locked building to see what he was doing. He bent down to pick something up and she tilted her head in wonder, "What're you doin'?"
He turned to glance up at her and showed her a pair of shattered glasses. She walked forward, "They left so much behind." She murmured.
He tilted his head once in agreement, "Packed up so fast they forgot everything important to any normal person."
Walking forward a bit more toward one of the houses she opened the door, "Pictures of family and loved ones still on the shelves," She said as she entered and grasped a broken frame gently. "No one forgets a picture; frame or no…" She trailed off as Riddick stepped up behind her to glance over her shoulder.
Riddick felt her still at his presence and smirked. Deciding to perturb her, he leaned forward pressing his chest to her back and moving his arm over her shoulder to set the broken glasses down beside the empty space that held the picture. As he withdrew his arm, he let his fingers trail over her bare shoulder and down her hair. She turned quickly, obviously about to give him a tongue lashing that he would definitely quiet with his own when she stopped, "Jack!" She yelled seeing him duck into a darkened house. A feeling that didn't bode well settled over her. She all but shoved the bulky muscle of a man out of her way to follow after him.
Riddick sniffed in annoyance before leaving the house to follow his original path. He moved toward a closed door. He tried to pull it open but it was locked from the inside. He lifted a tarp that had been covering some words and read, 'Coring Room.' He smirked when he felt Jack's presence; the kid had gotten free of Bekah's worrisome grasp.
Whistling distracted him for a moment, "You're missin' the party." Johns called and tapped his thigh like he would do to call a dog, "Come on, boy." He had a bad southern accent.
Smirking, he yanked the tarp off the top of the building exposing Jack in the goggles. He gasped and Riddick mocked Johns' accent, "Missing the party, come on."
Putting his head down, he hissed, "Oh, man."
Bekah glared down at Jack upon his entering the room. Everyone stared at his newly shaven head and Paris chuckled pointing with his thumb, "It's the winner of the look-alike contest."
Bekah returned her attention back to the others when Fry spoke, "Why'd they leave their ship?" She'd been wondering that for a moment as well.
Johns spoke first, "It's not a ship, it's a skiff." He took a sip of water, "And it's disposable, really."
"It's more like an emergency life raft, right?" Paris seconded the idea.
Shazza was third to follow Johns' idea making Bekah give her a sour look, "Yeah, they probably had a big drop ship take them off planet."
Riddick spoke Bekah's thoughts, "These people didn't leave, come on." He looked at them, "Whatever got Zeke, got them." He put his goggles on, "They're all dead. You don't really think they left with their cloths on the hooks, photos on the shelf."
"Maybe they had weight limits, you don't know." Shazza said trying to sound hopeful.
"I know you don't prep you're emergency ship unless there's a fucking emergency."
"He's fucking right!" Jack said trying to mimic the killer.
"Watch your mouth," Johns said making Bekah frown; he was one to talk.
"He's just saying what we're all thinking," Fry said, "So what happened? Where are they?"
Before anyone could say anything Imam entered with a worried expression that made Bekah worry, "Has anyone seen the little one? Ali?"
Riddick spoke first, "Has anyone checked the coring room?"
Bekah felt a foreboding hit her hard and she darted off just as a scream sounded. The others followed hot on her tail. She easily outran them and stopped at the entrance remembering it was locked. She darted around the side finding an entrance on the side. She wedged herself through and came out just in time to see creatures flying around and attacking the little Arabic boy, Ali. She got through completely just as he was ducking behind a door and slamming it shut, "Ali no, don't!" He ignored her in his fear and she tried to get to the door but was startled by the sound of gun shots firing through the door.
Imam entered first and Bekah turned, "In here." She turned, heading over to the doors and put an ear to them. Imam put his hands on the handles pulling it open slightly, "No!" She tried to slam them close but the doors jerked open revealing the little carnivores and she ducked throwing herself into a roll hitting the ground while covering her head.
"Imam?" John called out.
Bekah looked up to see a half-eaten corpse fall to the ground. Imam gasped in horror and Bekah cringed, "I'm sorry."
As Imam mourned for Ali's death, Bekah, Fry, Johns and Riddick investigated the hole in the ground that the creatures had flown down in to escape. Johns broke a glow stick and cast it down into the hole. Fry cringed and Bekah looked away; hundreds of skulls and bones of people littered the hole.
Riddick spoke, "Other buildings weren't secure. So they ran here," He looked up at Johns as he stepped closer to get a better look, "Heavies doors. Thought they'd be safe inside, but they forgot to lock the cellar."
Shazza turned away with Fry. Shazza tried to apologize to Riddick by giving her a gun with a few hits. Bekah went with fry and found the coring sample dated twenty-two years ago. Fry almost flew out of the room followed by Johns. She said it might be important; Shazza followed.
Riddick was picking up the gun as Bekah turned to leave. He spoke drawing her attention, "You knew something was going to happen didn't you?"
She glanced down to stare at him; he wasn't looking at her, "What are you talking about?"
"You ran off before the boy even screamed," Riddick said while looking up at her now. He saw her swallow nervously, "Don't worry, I'm not going to say anything to the others; but," He jumped up to get out of the hole around the hole and stepped closer to her, "I want to know what you're hiding."
Bekah seemed to struggled to reply the closer her got, "We all have are secrets, don't we…Furyan?"