Been awhile but I'm happy to say my writers block four years of college to go aways!
Well Kept Chapter 4
Evening fell when the priest returned; he couldn't keep himself from her now. He wanted her in the worst way. His sister had been beautiful and strong. She had then ended if all with a blade he provided her. That was all his cowardice could muster. She said she felt her world breaking, told him she would fall apart. Coldness crept into her heart and slowly extinguished the love she had for him. He knew she would soon ask even beg to be converted. It's what happened to all those before her. He may have only been a necromonger convert low ranking but he easily found the information in the database. Necromongers were excellent historians. After conversion he viewed the world in a different light, everyone around him accepted and he accepted. She would not, so they prayed their last words to God. She cried, "God is good, God is love and love is patient, love is kind." The tub turned dark and red with her blood and for days after her scent lingered.
Kyra was like that innocence he had seen in his sister. In his hand he held an answer, an escape he couldn't give his sister. He had risked himself for this, but he was becoming tired. His sisters face a mystery to him now. Were her eyes blue like Kyra's or brown like his? He ached for a true death only Lord Marshall could give him. If he was caught maybe that would be his punishment.
Jack heard him approaching and sat up in bed. He was cold and quiet. "I brought you something" he said. He slowly approached her as if she were a small frightened animal and offered her a small plum. "Fresh fruit!" she quietly cried. She smiled up at him and accepted the gift. "Thank you". She bit into it and the juiced ran down her chin. Its flavor intensified as she kept eating. He quietly watched her, all the time fighting the urge to touch her. He was a glutton for self-condemnation. He knelled beside her and moved the hair from her shoulder. Her skin so soft to his touch. Would she think of him after he left, maybe thank his for his deeds. Her savior, knight in shining armor. "You should rest tonight, and I will bring you more food. I have been thinking of ways to trick the others into thinking you're dead. It just so happens that we Necromongers are experts in that arena." She looked confused. "Why are you doing this, helping me?" Kyra looked away from him. He felt a heat rise up in him. If left to his own devices he would take her here and now. "We shouldn't kill every beautiful thing, we should protect them" he turned to the cage door and was gone. She watched him disappear around the hallways bend. She saw the want in his eyes, his hands so cold on her. She shivered.
The Lord Marshall now knew a Furyan was in existence. A man at that and he had survived the attack and was now here. Anger boiled, a threat came alive within him. A search of his ship turned up nothing. The destruction of Helium Prime would take care of his little Furyan problem. After getting of this ship he wouldn't make it very long with Vaako's elite after him. Even if Riddick made it past them he would never get off the planet. Lord Marshal wouldn't let a little thing like fate stop him.
After you have had to find your way around hundreds of ships you get a sixth sense about their design. Riddick knew this ship and found its most promising hiding places. Only a few Necromongers had to die. He took his time and found everyone busy rushing the faithful into conversion chambers, busy patching up groaning zombie soldiers. He walked among them and they did not notice. Dressed as a soldier he was camouflaged. The Purifier wanted him to save the day. That wasn't his style. He was thinking only of saving his ass. But his thoughts went to Jack. She was a good kid; she had grown up and been safe. He wasn't about to leave her behind. The Purifier mentioned they only put strong ones in the cage. Hopefully the kid had it in her to make it out of her with him. Her back was to him and a priest was in the cage with her. He stayed in the shadows as the man touched her Riddick felt murderous. The man pawed at her hair and she turned away from him. He could smell the man's lust and Jacks fear. Then he was gone and past right by Riddick. You should just ghost him now, have a little fun. Dark thoughts crawled into his mind. But he just waited. Couldn't always give into the animal. Jack laid back down with her back to Riddick, he could smell her. She didn't hear him approach, didn't hear him pick the lock. "Jackkkk" he whispered. She sprung up. Squinting in the dark she saw his face. Her face of shock was clear "Riddick" her voice broke. She jumped to embrace him. "Thought I would help you bust out"
Jack couldn't help but smile at his growling voice. "We have to move, stay close to me and do everything I tell you, understand?" He said breaking away from her. Her body pressed against him was about all he could take.
She made it to the central maintenance duct before she collapsed. Riddick didn't slow down with her on his back. "I'm sorry, I feel so weak" Jack quietly apologized. Riddick felt his chest swell, he wanted her safe and he wanted her strong. "Don't worry sunshine, we will just have to whip you ass into shape" he laughed. "Oh no not drill Sergeant Riddick and his insane boot camp" she laughed which turned into a cough. He got them to a safe building when he realized she had passed out. Her body was so hot, sweat dripped down her face. Great the kid was sick. He had a ship scouted out about three miles from here; he just had to get though a hoard of dump, strong, stupid dead guys.