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Riddick spotted Imam seated quietly at the bar attached to their Compartment level.
"Thought you didn't drink Holy Man." He asked, voice a gravelly tease.
"I think, Mr. Riddick, that past circumstances warrant at least a little something."
Riddick looked down at the bottle, Ogilvie's Non-alcoholic Wine, and gave a snort. Figured.
"You seen Jack anywhere?" The larger man asked, attempting to appear unconcerned. He'd already checked the Dining Cabin and the Amusement Bay on the levels above and below them. There was no sign of her. She wasn't in the gym or the Holo-Vid Room either.
"No, not since yesterday." Imam took in Riddick's guarded expression. "Is something the matter?"
"Nah, just wanted to talk to her about something." Imam nodded, assuming Riddick was going to broach the subject of Jack remaining on New Mecca with him. "Look, if you see her tell her I'm looking." Riddick said, before turning away
"I will Mr. Riddick, of that you can be assured." Imam said, as he returned to his contemplation of the lure of the spirit that caused so many people so much trouble.
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Kirby swallowed a gasp of pain as Angel squeezed her breasts hard enough to bruise, before dipping his head and brutally kissing her again. She winced as he forced his knee between her thighs. Jack still hadn't moved - foolish chit. Tears formed in Kirby's eyes, her body's response to the negative stimuli currently being applied. Jack still showed no sign of making good her escape. By her glassy eyed stare and pallid skin Kirby guessed she was in shock, which was something they didn't have time for right now. She may not have been able to save Amy, but by the Unhollies she was going to save Jack.
"Run Jack! Run!" Kirby shouted, her sharp words seeming to break Jack out of her paralysis. The traumatised young girl scrambled up off the floor and ran towards the door. When it didn't open automatically she began frantically pounded on the release button.
Nothing happened.
With a growl Smith spun around, incensed by the fact that one half of his prey was escaping, conveniently forgetting Kirby's hands behind his head.
Good things come to those who wait…
With a triumphant grin Kirby lifted her hands. Twisting, she brought the thin wire joining her cuffs down across Angel's exposed throat. Hot blood sprayed the walls, the floor, and Jack. Kirby could feel it soaking into her hair and running down under her jump suit, though she missed the worst of the arterial spray. How…inconvenient. With a smirk Kirby dropped Angel's still twitching corpse and licked her lips. Leaning down she striped him of his weapons and his handcuff keys. It was the work of moments to free herself from the now slick bindings, though her fingers felt like sausages and moved just as dexterously. Kirby strode to the door, grabbing Jack by the hair on her way past, she punched the over ride code into the locking unit. Turning she surveyed the scene, the twisted body, the blood spattered walls…the codes came courtesy of her brother, but the décor, well that was all her.
"What are you doing?" Jack sobbed, twisting to stare at her with dark accusing eyes. Kirby could practically feel the betrayal wafting off her like perfume.
"What I have to." Kirby answered, eyes cold and mouth hard.
…
"Hello passengers, as you might be able to tell this is neither of your captains speaking," The disembodied voice paused purposefully as its menacing tone echoed into the various Cabins, Carts and Bays of the transport, "This is mainly due to the fact of their extreme deadness. This unexpected spot of luck happens to leave me in full control of the vessel. What fun!" The voice exclaimed with a menacing giggle "We will be making a slight detour from our flight plan; we apologize for any inconvenience this might create. And if you're all good little travelers in the next two cycles, you will live to see your final destination, if not… well, you get the picture." A hissing, crackling sound replaced the voice, and then,
"Oh, and just in case we have any heroes out there, namely Big, Bad, and Bald, I beg you have a listen to my new friend." A girls terrified sobs could be heard, then silence.
"Remember, good behavior earns rewards. This is your captor signing off. Good Bye."
Kirby looked down into Jack's terrified eyes and smiled, "Don't worry precious, you're my leverage. I wouldn't go killin' you just 'cause some hothead decides he wants a high school named after him." A large bruise was forming along Jack's cheek bone from where Kirby had pistol-whipped her to make her cry for the broadcast.
"Why are you doing this?" Jack asked, terrified.
"Kid I'm currently doing many things, specify 'this'" Kirby snapped, irritated with the entire conversation. It served her right really, this was what happened when you let victims hang around. They got chatty. It was easier to kill them immediately instead of hanging on to them like pets.
"Holding me prisoner, taking over the ship?" Jack accused breathlessly, her sobbing momentarily subsided.
Kirby moved to a more comfortable position in the plush seat, her legs folded underneath her. The seat itself had once been a pale gray but the pilot's blood now stained it a rich burgundy. It was a colour she preferred. Pulling the knife free of the co-pilots body, that was still slumped, limbs akimbo, in the chair facing her, Kirby toyed with the idea of refusing to answer the captive girl at her feet. However she came to the conclusion that silence wouldn't provide nearly as much entertainment as the asked for explanation.
"I have an appointment to keep." Kirby said, glancing at the chrono on the dash.
If all goes to plan, and everyone is on time… Kirby thought bitingly.
"In a few cycles all the passengers will be freed. You too." She added as an afterthought, "Though if I had realized how mouthy you were gunna' be I would have killed you before all this began." Kirby took in Jack's wide eyed gaze "Just kidding," she added as and afterthought, "Sort of."