** Author's note **
Sorry for taking so long to post this chapter ... I was busy with finals and all...
Well I hope you like this chapter I tried to make it long.
Thanks for being patient :)
Enjoy!
~KP
LANA's POV
"Your eyes-"
"-What?" Riddick interrupted giving a slight smirk.
"What's going on!?" Boone roared, my head snapped in his direction. He looked completely mad as he stormed towards us followed by Aisha.
"Release her, now!" Aisha demanded. I took one last look at Riddick's eyes, he looked amused. For him it was like watching a circus show. He let out a low rumbling growl which I felt vibrate through my body. Boone stepped closer to Riddick, and they looked like they were having a face-off.
"Didn't you hear? Released her or I will kill you myself." Boone threatened. Riddick turned to face me, then backed away and sat back down to his original position. He showed no sign of fear as he backed away, actually he never displayed any emotion whatsoever…he was a complete animal, just as Jones described him.
"Move" Boone ordered. The three of us walked out of the ship together leaving Riddick behind.
'Aye aye sir' I said to myself, as Johns walked passed us, into the ship.
RIDDICK's POV
After the girl and her team left Jones came to have a little chat about what had happened. I told him that I heard sounds commin' from the hole, but he didn't believe me.
"Your loss" I warned before he walked out. John's wouldn't kill me, no I'm too valuable to him, he ain't got the guts to kill me…but that man…I saw it in his eyes, he was tellin' the truth, he would kill me…well at least try to, my animal side would make sure I'd kill him before he even decides to make a move. Then a few minutes later Lana and the man returned.
"Alright here's what you have to do just keep an eye on him. Do nothing else, and don't fraternize with the convict. I don't want to pull you out of trouble again. Do yo understand?" he ordered, pointing his finger at her. He didn't look tough, for starters he's got muscle…but not like mine, although he is a few inches taller than me, according to our last encounter, but I can still take him. He wouldn't stand a chance against me, even with all the training he's had. Training means nothing when you have to think on your feet.
"Aye sir" she responded. He turned and started walking down the ramp where Johns was waiting for him.
'Decisions decisions' I smirked. She took a seat right across from me. She watched me, arms crossed, with a blank expressionless face.
"You're not as tough as you seem." I teased.
"Neither are you, if you're as tough, or as bad-ass, as the way you express yourself to be…you wouldn't have saved me." she responded, without changing her blank expression. Then along came Fry with the woman whose husband just died. I slowly backed myself into the shadows.
"Gonna sit there and watch that brute all day?" she spat, Fry coming up behind her.
"Orders" Lana confessed. All three of them eyed me with anger.
'Calm down there's plenty to go around' I grinned. Fry looked at Shazza and motioned her to leave.
"I need to talk to him" Fry demanded.
"Go ahead" Lana motioned her hand towards me in approval.
"Alone" Fry huffed.
"Whatever you need to say to him you can say in front of me, I was ordered to watch him, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do" Lana rejected.
"Fine." she hissed as she turned to face me, I dropped my head closing my eyes.
"So, where's the body…Well, do you want to tell me about the sounds?…Look, you told Johns you heard something." She was trying so hard to get me to talk just like Lana.
"That's fine. You don't want to talk to me, that's your choice. But, just so you know…there's a debate right now as to whether we should just leave you here to die." She warned as she started walking away.
"You mean the whispers?" I spoke, stopping her in her path.
"What whispers?" she desperately asked.
"The ones telling me to go for the sweet spot just to the left of the spine. Fourth lumber down. The abdominal aorta. It's a metallic taste, human blood. Copperish. If you cut it with peppermint schnapps, that goes-"
"-Do you want to shock me with the truth now?" She cut me off.
"All you people are so scared of me. Most days, I take that as a compliment. But it ain't me you got to worry about now." I responded with no emotion.
"Show me your eyes Riddick." she demanded I smelled the boy creeping into the ship from the rooftop.
"You'd have to come a lot closer for that." I teased.
"I wouldn't if I were you" Lana said, but she didn't listen. She started stepping closer, then she stopped.
"Closer" I whispered. She came closer and I shot out of my seat, opening my eyes, she jumped back scared.
"Where the hell can I get eyes like that?" the boy asked amazed.
"Gotta kill a few people." I smiled.
"Kay. I can do it." he responded confidently as he stood up and walked down the stairs.
"Jack!" Lana warned. I looked at her and then back at Fry. Lana was pissed, while Fry looked scared. Smelling the fear emanate from anyone is so intoxicating.
"Then you gotta get sent to the slam where they say you'll never see daylight again. You dig up a doctor and you pay him 20 menthol kools…to do a surgical shine job on your eyeballs." I explained as I received flashbacks from the memories of the time I spent at the slam.
**FLASHBACK**
I paid the doc 20 menthol kools, and offered protection till I help him escape the slam, in exchange for a shine job. You need to be respected when you're in the slam. You need to be the top dog to get respect. I had to get recognized, show no fear, and show no mercy. You're either with me or against me. Easy to say that, but hard to do. If I was goin' to escape and be the best, I needed darkness as my ally.
**END OF FLASHBACK**
"So you can see who's sneaking up on you in the dark?" Jack smiled.
"Exactly" I smiled back.
"Leave!" Fry demanded. Instead Jack looked at Lana with a sad expression hoping that she'll let him stay.
"Leave." Fry demanded again, Lana never responded. Jack turned around and marched up the stairs like a stubborn 5-year-old.
"Cute kid." I laughed, he reminded me of myself.
"Did I kill a few people? Sure. Did I kill Zeke? No. You got the wrong killer."
"He's telling the truth" She finally spoke.
"He's not in the hole. We looked" Fry spat turning to face Lana.
"Look deeper." I growled, as Johns and the Marine from earlier came in.
"He's telling the truth Zeke was dragged into that hole." Lana argued.
"Then I guess we'll have to take a look." Fry answered.
"In there? You've got to be joking." The Marine claimed.
"I agree with Boone. You've gotta be crazy to think about letting anyone go in there." Lana agreed.
"Fine. I'll go." Fry protested.
"As much as I'd love to see you go down there. It's a bad idea." She said concerned.
"I need to know." Fry demanded.
"Fine. Let's go exploring, on one condition. I get to go in, I'm experienced and this is no different." Lana commanded as I let out a growl.
'I already saved her ass once from that thing, doesn't her life mean anything to her?' everyone left arguing about who gets to go into the death hole.
Minutes passed as I heard screaming and shouting, I started pulling up and down on the restraints to get lose and to block out her screams.
LANA's POV
Shit if Jack hadn't heard Fry screaming. She would've been dead by now. She had to go and try to prove herself to us, well she made the worst mistake of her life. If we didn't get there in time she could've died. Shazza and Aisha sat with Fry to calm her down, as I lectured her about her decision to go down there to investigate. I saw Johns walk away from the group towards the ship in pure anger, and disbelief. I guess he's mad that his little boggy man was right about something. After I finished lecturing Fry I headed towards the ship to see what Johns was up to.
I heard a conversation going on inside. It was Riddick, and Johns. They were talking about some kinda deal. I decided to stay put and eavesdrop on them.
"Are you saying you'd cut me loose?" asked Riddick.
'Why would Johns wanna let him out in the open when he was ready to beat the living death outta him?'
"I'm thinking you could've died in the crash." Johns responded.
"My recommendation: Do me. Don't take the chance that I'll get shiv-happy on your wanna-be ass." Riddick threatened.
"Ok." said Johns
"Ghost me, motherfucker. That's what I would do to you" Riddick cursed.
BANG!
A gunshot went off as I panicked and ran into the ship, I didn't want any more bodies piling up.
'Holyshit don't tell me someone's dead.' I didn't want any more bodies piling up.
"HEY!" I screamed as I ran in. Neither of them bothered to turn and face me. I slowly stepped closer to them, as I saw Riddick's arms fall to his sides. Johns face held nothing but rage.
"I want you to remember this moment. The way it could've gone, didn't. Here" Johns handed Riddick his goggles. As soon as Johns turned to face me Riddick bolted up and swiped John's rifle right out of his hands.
"Take it easy" Johns gulped as he held his hands up to surrender.
"Fuck you!" Riddick cursed, pointing the gun at his face.
"Do we have a deal?" Johns asked as he held out one of his hands. Riddick didn't respond, instead it looked like he was thinking of shooting him on the spot.
"Riddick" I called. Both men turned to face me. Riddick's smoky eyes scanning me. He turned to face Johns again, adjusting his grip on the rifle.
"I want you to remember this moment" Riddick taunted, handing John's his rifle, walking away. Just before he left, he stopped in his path, right in front of me to give me one last look as he slipped his goggles on and walked away.
"Had a nice chat?" I asked sweaty Johns. All he did was give me his death stare as he walked passed me, and out the ship.
"What happen?" Boone asked.
"We heard a gunshot." Aisha claimed.
"Nothing, it was just Johns" I responded.
"He let the convict run free?" Aisha asked.
"Apparently they made a deal." I explained as I turned to face Boone, and Aisha.
"What deal?" Aisha asked.
"To let him roam free as long as he doesn't carry weapons around, and if he stays in viewing distance of us four, while doing whatever we ask him to do." Boone explained.
'So that's what you and Johns had a chat about, he's gonna be our own personal slave?' I thought.
RIDDICK's POV
'So the girl's still alive, I thought she went down in the hole. I guess I was wrong'
Everyone started gathering supplies and packing their bags while I sat there and watched them. I watched Lana help Shazza, the holy man and the kids pack. I can see the pain in her eyes, but she disguises it with a smile, or a cold stone face, which she uses against everyone besides Shazza, Imam, and the kids. She loaded the kids' packs with her ruck sack, and swung it onto her back.
"Get up. It's time to go. You'll be dragging this power cell." Boone ordered, handing me a rope attached to the power cell.
'You're gonna be sorry for this' I thought as images of Boone's body leaking of blood flashed in my head. All I got was a fucking rope to drag this piece of scrap metal that had a power cell and everyone's shit piled high. I had to drag this myself? Fuckin' ridiculous! Everyone started walking ahead of me while I fell back, watching them.
LANA's POV
"You know you can hand that sack to Riddick, make him carry it while you relax" Johns suggested.
"I'm pretty sure I'm capable of carrying my own sack." I answered.
"But you're also carrying the kids' packs. Make him carry the extra weight, why do you think we released him?" he pointed out.
"We're trained to carry fifty plus pounds on our backs for ten plus miles. If I can do that then I'm pretty sure this is no big deal. Now get lost you're giving me a headache." I objected. Johns left me alone after that. I just walked at my own moderate speed, listening to the conversations along the way.
"So, you click your fingers, and he's one of us now." asked Shazza, making it sound like it was still Riddick's fault that Zeke had died.
"I didn't say that" Johns said.
"Then what?" asked Shazza.
"At least this way I don't have to worry about you all...falling asleep and not waking up" Johns reassured.
"There's no need to worry Aisha, Lana, Johns, and I will keep an eye on him." Boone informed.
"So can I talk to him now?" Jack asked.
"No!" Johns, Boone, and Shazza all replied together. It was getting harder and harder to walk in the thick sand, in this burning heat. Pretty much everyone was sweating like pigs. Paris was the slowest of them all and I was stuck right behind him. He didn't even have much to carry. The only items Paris decided to take were his alcohol bottles.
"Do you mind walking a bit faster?" I suggested in a harsh demanding tone. I couldn't get around him even if I tried, he was wobbling around like a retarded penguin.
"Sorry...Blasted!" one of his bottles fell out of his little sack and started rolling back down the hill towards Riddick. Paris immediately went after his bottle.
'I wouldn't do that if I were you' I thought. A few seconds later I heard both of them stop, so I turned to check on them.
"Paris P. Ogilvie. Antiquities dealer, entrepreneur." he announced as he held out his hand nervously. Riddick stood there for a minute before extending his hand, shaking it with Paris' to greet him.
"Richard B. Riddick. Escaped convict...murderer." he smiled shaking his hand with Paris. By the looks on Paris's face I could confirm that he was petrified. Riddick unscrewed the cap and started drinking.
"T-t-that's particularly a good Shiraz. I-It's a lovely drop. Uh I-I-It's very expensive...By all means help yourself." Paris was trying hard to get his bottle back, but failed when Riddick chugged all of it down.
"Come on Paris you're holding everyone up." I said.
"I've met many people, but he, he is just something else." he said annoyed as he walked passed me. I turned one last time to get a glimpse of Riddick he was smirking as he continued to drag the supplies. Paris was right he was defiantly something else. I turned around, huffed and carried on.
The crash site was pretty far. It took us a very long time to reach it. There were buildings, and workstations everywhere. Clothes hung from lines, papers, and supplies scattered everywhere, a tank full of clear water, and a small skiff.
"There's water!" I announced.
"Yeah but we haven't gotten the machine to run yet. We haven't figured out how. This place is almost ancient." Aisha explained, walking up next to me.
"Looks about twenty years old to me." announced Boone.
"Yeah some of this does look familiar. From the old days." Aisha smiled.
"Yup." Boone agreed smiling back.
"That makes you guys really, really old...Like grandparents old." I joked laughing, and almost falling over from the load on my back. Aisha and Boone started laughing too when I had the mini-heart attack from the "almost fall". It felt good to lighten the mood a little. Everyone was too stressed, especially when Zeke died, and when we made the discovery of man-eating creatures that are living right below us. Plus no one has had any sleep for the past fourteen hours, everyone was just super cranky now. I placed my ruck sack, and the kids supplies down with everyone else right beside the skiff.
"Hey Sis, I'm just gonna go roam around and check this place out." I informed her, grabbing my tablet.
"Hang on I'll come with you." she said.
"Oh err that's ok...stay with Boone" I suggested.
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" she asked.
"No" I replied.
"Ok then I'm coming" she said, placing her ruck sack down and redoing her shoe laces. I placed the tablet back into my ruck sack. I couldn't work on her surprise wedding presentation while she's around.
"Normally I can appreciate antiques but this ... this is something else" Paris said unconvinced pointing at the skiff.
"It'll work" stated Johns.
"There's nothing we can't repair as long as the electrical adapts" Fry said walking down the ramp.
"If you need any help. I can give you a hand, I am a mechanic, in the Marines." Aisha spoke.
"Let's just hope this works out" Boone said.
"I'm pretty sure we'll be able to get it to work" Aisha said confidently.
"Well...It is ancient...and who knows?" Boone said.
"We'll get it to work." Fry stated.
"Well even if it worked. It's not a star jumper" Shazza said taking Boone's side.
"Doesn't need to be. Take a two-seater like this back up to the soul track shipping lanes. Stick outta thumb. Bound to get picked up. Ain't that right captain?" Riddick said cocking his head at Fry, while standing at ease. He almost looked like a solider in that position.
"Can I have a little help here" Fry asked nervous.
"Wooh woah woah..." I heard Johns whisper to Riddick stopping him from going near Fry.
"Do me a favor. Check these containers out and a see what we can patch these wings up with. Huh?" He demanded. Riddick turned and walked away without a word. Which was weird I expected him to growl, or protest.
RIDDICK's POV
There was something strange about this place. Broken tools, shattered eye glasses, and torn clothes hanging from the lines, it looked abandoned alright. I wondered if these people got away or the creatures that live here killed 'em all. I checked out all the containers, a bedroom, bathroom, dining area, research area, and then I saw her...Lana looking through one of the containers windows, while two kids spied on her. I stood there and watched her.
'Mmm nice curves' I grinned. She took a step back from the container and started tugging at the doors, but they didn't move.
'Hmmm' I thought as I walked towards her.
LANA's POV
"Now that's weird" I whispered to myself. The door was shut from the inside. I wonder why. No one locks a door from the inside unless…they were trying to keep someone or something from getting to them. I heard heavy movement coming from behind me. I turned, almost slamming into his chest. I looked up and it was Riddick of course. Why wouldn't he be stalking me around?
He stepped closer, and closer as I inched back from him. Every step he took towards me, I took away from him, until my back hit the metal handles to the door. He took his hands and reached around me grabbing the handles, he gave them a few hard tugs, pulling me into his chest. When he stopped he didn't let go of the handles. He just leaned in and looked through the glass window my face was buried in his shoulder.
'Does he even know I'm here?' I growled. It was trying so hard to keep myself in check. This is all wrong, but it felt so right...Just before he pulled away he ran his nose and lips around my neck, taking deep long breaths, It felt really awkward, but seductive at the same time.
"Beautiful" he whispered in my ear as he pulled his head away, but kept his hands on the handles. He stepped closer, so close that there was no room for air to pass between our bodies. His dark goggled eyes watching mine. I knew his eyes were looking into mines I felt it as chills ran throughout my body. I closed my eyes took in a deep breath before opening them again to find Riddick leaning onto my face.
"Are you done?" I asked angrily He pulled away and growled, releasing his hands from the handles. I stepped around, then behind him as he pulled the tarp that hung from the top of the container to the side, revealing bold print letters printed on the container that read 'coring room'. All of a sudden someone whistled at us from behind. I turned to see it was Johns.
"Let's go." He announced looking at me.
"You're missing the party. Come on, boy." He smiled patting his thigh.
"Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrows, crossing my arms.
"That was for him." He reassured. As I walked to follow him Riddick pulled down the tarp letting it fall to the ground, and reveling Jack sitting on the roof.
'Shit' I thought as I saw Jack giving us a surprised look.
"Missin' the party come on" Riddick said looking at Jack, then walking away.
'How long has he been up there?' I wondered.
"Jack get down!" I ordered. He obeyed and quickly jumped down to the ground.
"What were you doing up there?" I asked with anger.
"Uhh nothing I was playing hide-and-go seek." He confessed.
"Oh and with who?" I asked, walking behind Riddick.
"Do you like him?" Jack asked.
"Who?" I asked confused.
'Who was I supposed to like?'
"Him. Riddick." He stated as he pointed to him walking ahead of us. Riddick turned his face to the side pointing his ear at us to listen in on the conversation.
"You didn't answer me Jack" I protested.
"If I answer you, will you answer me?" he asked looking up at me with his puppy dog eyes. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Fine. I was spyin'...I just wanted to feel cool" he huffed. That was weird because I never noticed him.
"Sooo...do you like him?" Jack asked as we approached the café area.
** Author's note **
Soo how'd you like this chapter ?
Riddick's finally makin' his move! :D
Do you think a military gal can have a relationship with one of the universes most wanted convict?
Comment/follow/favorite if you like my story :)
~KP