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Chapter Seven:
Johns broke in, "What the hell happened here?"
Anita growled at him, unaware of the look that Riddick sent her. "I decided that going through the Tunnel of Hell wasn't enough danger for me and wanted to play tag with the wannabe bats from hell! What the fuck do you think happened, you damn asshat?"
Everyone seemed to freeze with that question.
"What did you call me?" Johns stuttered, in shock.
"Fucking asshat. What the fuck did you think I called you? Princess? God of the fairies? Figure it out, dumbass."
Shea sighed, hanging her head. She knew what was coming next, and yet, she didn't really have the energy to stop it.
"Why you little good for nothing-"
Anita stood, much to Shea's dismay, and pointed a finger at the blonde. "You even fucking finish that goddamned sentence, I'll take your little gun and shove it up your ass much farther than what you do at night in the dark!"
That last sentence caused everyone in the room to stare at her, eyes wide, mouths hanging open.
Only one voice echoed through the room.
Anita turned her head to Riddick as the convict's deep laugh bounced along the metal walls. He was laughing his ass off! What the hell?
Shea stood and grabbed Anita's unhurt elbow. "Time to go take care of that wound, sissy," she said quickly, ushering her sister out of the door and a good ways away from the building, Jack following close behind.
"That was so awesome how you told that bastard off!" Jack exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across her face.
Anita sent back a toothy smirk even as Shea tugged her along.
"You are going to get both of us shot, you know that?" Shea grumbled, stopping. She turned back to the other two, a glare on her face. "As much as I enjoyed that little show, maybe next time it can wait until we actually have a way home and away from him?"
"Oh, why? That's no fun," the older girl complained, crossing her arms but wincing at the sharp pain of accidentally hitting her hurt bicep.
"I don't care! I would rather the two of us get home in one piece than in pieces!"
"Oh come on! What's life without the lil death defying experiences?"
Shea just sent her a flat look.
Jack laughed uncontrollably. "I wish that I had met you guys a long time ago!"
Anita sent another grin the young girl's way. "By the way, did Shea talk to you about something?"
Jack flushed. "Yeah, and thanks."
At the same time, the older girls responded. "Your welcome!"
"It's also a wonder how I haven't heard of someone like you," a dark voice commented, causing all three girls to jump, practically coming out of their skins.
Riddick stood in the doorway of a nearby building, a large smirk plastered on his face, eyes unreadable behind the goggles. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed over his chest, muscles rippling like fire, much to Anita's pleasure.
Shea smirked a little, noting how Riddick's gaze seemed to be on her sister. Deciding to do a little matchmaking and have some fun doing it, she turned to Jack. "Hey, Jack, I need you to help me with something. Riddick, can you patch Anita's arm up for me, please? Here's the stuff, and we'll be right back." Rushing forward, she practically shoved the bandages in the tall male's arms before grabbing Jack's wrist and pulling her along. They were gone within a matter of a few seconds.
Riddick raised an eyebrow at the gesture and bandages. Since when was he a medic? He noticed the gash along Anita's arm and the amount of blood pouring from it. It wasn't very deep, his experienced orbs noted, but it would cause a problem if infected. The girl just stood there, shifting from one foot to the other, hand on her arm to help stop the blood. She was nervous, a small pink marring her features as his gaze racked over her lithe body, her torn blue jeans, dirty tank-top, and disheveled hair. His muscles twitched at the rugged sight, something in him stirring. He didn't like it, but this girl was just too interesting. Something about her set him off, in different ways that had ever happened before.
He'd have to figure it out.
He smirked at her, needing to comment, congratulate her on what she had accomplished. "You are the first one I've come across to put the merc in his place."
Anita shrugged. "He had it coming, the fucker." She smirked anyway.
"Still, congratulations are in order, I suppose." He shook his head at her evil look. "Goes along with your shirt. Wish I had it in the slams." His smirk grew bigger as a small flush danced across her cheeks. It was true, though. The shirt would have pissed off a lot of the guards there.
Striding over to the girl with a grace only deemed by gods, he grabbed her arm in an iron grip, wiping off the excess blood with a thick thumb. Anita didn't even move, opting to stay very still in the much larger man's presence. He was so close; she could smell his scent, her wolf senses bouncing up and down in anticipation. Damn her fucking heat.
Riddick didn't comment at her suddenly calm, shy actions. He just quickly bandaged the cut, tying it off. Her skin was smooth, like silk, milky. The touch didn't almost register against his calloused fingertips. Her green eyes gazed up at him, wide, shining, almost innocent in the small gesture he was completing. He couldn't help but notice that her eyes looked like cut emeralds shining in the sunlight, the coal black bangs framing her heart shaped face. She truly was a sight.
He blinked behind the goggles, suppressing a growl at the thought. He let go and handed her back the bandages, walking off afterward. Johns would be looking for him soon, and he really couldn't be around the girl when the fucker showed up. He'd crack up again.
Anita waited until Riddick was out of sight before releasing the breath that she had been holding. This wasn't good. If the reactions of her inner animals were anything to go by, then they had chosen their mate. That wouldn't work. Anita and Shea had to go back to their world and there was no way that her mate could follow. The bad news was that without her mate she would slowly die. Especially, if they mated or acknowledged their bond before then. With tears falling from her eyes, Anita fell to her knees. The almost broken girl didn't see her younger sister looking at her with sadness shining in her eyes.
Shea had been watching the entire time. She had sent Jack off on a "small" mission while the entire thing was happening. She had needed to watch what was going to happen. Her sister had found her mate, but the only problem was, he was from a different dimension. Rule number one was that everyone was to stay in their own dimensions. No exceptions.
As Shea watched her sister try and pull herself together, she came to a decision.
Her sister and Riddick would get together and stay together. She'd make sure of it. They would be the first exception.
Not seeing her sister, Anita took a deep breath to stop the tears from falling. She had to get it together. Just because her life was ending meant nothing. The older girl needed to be strong and get her and her sister out of this dimension. The sooner the better. Standing up, the green-eyed girl decided to try and find her sister. It was time to get down to business.
Shea noticed the girl was getting up, and decided to meet her sister, plans of getting her and Riddick together raced through her mind, almost blinding her as she about ran into her best friend. She smiled brightly, trying to get her sister to cheer up. Everything would be taken care of. Shea was going to make sure of it. "Hey, big sissy!" she greeted.
Anita forced a smile for her sister. She had to be strong. Shea needed her. Narrowing her eyes, though, she remembered when said sister left her alone with Riddick. "You left me with him," she growled, animal instincts trying to kick in.
Shea shrugged her shoulders. "'Course I did." She smiled. "You think I'd miss the opportunity to tease you?"
Anita growled, almost ready to launch herself at the younger girl. "Tease me?"
"Yep. You'd do the same to me." She turned around, grabbing Anita's wrist with her smaller hand. "Come on. I told Jack I'd meet her back with the others."
They walked a little ways, the older of the two calming down every three steps. "So, what task did you send Jack on, anyway?" the green-eyed girl asked, sending a side-long smirk in Shea's direction.
The blue eyed female just smiled. "Oh, nothing really," she spoke innocently, shoving her hands in her back pockets as they walked.
Aeran and Mushu both were laughing, and Anita cocked an eyebrow at them. The blue dragon was laughing so hard, he almost forgot he was floating and nearly fell to the ground. He pointed his finger at his mistress. "She had Jack get some oil, a pail of dirt, and a mop!"
The older girl turned her head at her smirking sister. "What the hell for?"
"You'll see."
"Uh, huh."
"You will. It's an old trick, but it works like a charm," the younger spoke, baring her teeth in a grin.
Anita's eyebrow raised in suspicion, but kept quiet as they finally reached the rest of the group. Jack stood close to the back, a little close to Riddick, one of her idols, they supposed. The girl caught sight of them and smiled widely. Bounding over to the two girls, she almost forgot the appearance she was trying to hold up.
"Everything is in that building," Jack said to Shea, pointing to a recently searched building. Anita could make out a mop handle leaning against the door frame.
An evil smirk plastered on the elder's face. "Who for?"
"Johns," Shea whispered, so quietly that Anita about missed it.
The smirk grew bigger, wolf fangs flashing in the sunlight. "Can I help?"
"Duh."
Anita smirked evilly. "Oh this is going to be good. Now all we need is to get Johns over into that building. Wanna help Jack?"
The girl grinned widely. "Sure!"
"Ok. This is what I need you to do."
If anyone had looked over at the three girls they would have felt the sudden need to be anywhere but on that planet. They were huddled together, and all of them sported evil looking grins. Riddick chanced a look in their direction but did a double take when he saw the looks on their faces. It made even him nervous. The good thing was that whatever they were plotting would probably be aimed at Johns. Something about him seemed to set both girls off.
With an evil chuckle, Anita sent Jack on her way as her and Shea hurried over to the building. Anita quickly mixed the thick oil and dirt together in one large pail that she found in one dusty corner of the shadowed room. With any luck what she was planning would make Johns double think messing with her in the future. Hopefully. Or it could get them shot, but thems were the breaks. Shea quickly set everything up while Anita waited to send the signal to Jack.
Jack watched the building that the other girls were in out of the corner of her eye. She had never done anything like this before. This was the first time that she had ever been included in something. It made her feel kinda special. Something about the girls made Jack believe that they didn't often let people in on their plans. Or even in their circle. It was like they had their own little world, and the only ones allowed in it were each other. It made Jack feel like she was worth something just to be allowed in their haven for even a short time. But she also somehow knew that they would leave, and she would be by herself again. Shaking off the depressing feeling, Jack caught the signal and smirked. Time to get the show on the road.
"Hey Johns! There's something over in the building! I'm scared to go by myself. Could you please go with me?"
Johns puffed out his chest. "Of course."
Jack held in a snicker as Johns preceded her towards that building. Jack had to stop herself from bouncing along behind him. That would give everything away. Johns threw open the door and had his long stride broken by the mop laying in the middle of the floor. It rolled out from underneath his feet causing him to fly through the air and to give a short cry. He landed on his back in some kind of substance that made him slide along the floor. As he hit the wall, a pail that had been teetering on the edge of the self above landed on top of his head. Some kind of sludge poured all over him and got in his mouth and all over his head and shoulders. Hearing roaring laughter, Johns knew that he had been had.
The others in the group had run over when they had first heard Johns cry out. Even Riddick followed, feeling like this might have something to do with what the girls and boy had been plotting about earlier. When he saw the scene in front of him he was suddenly very happy that he had not brought attention to the scheming trio. The sight of Johns sprawled against the wall on the floor with a pail of what looked like gritty oil stuck on his head was too good to miss.
Shazza was trying to get on to the ones that had done this to Johns with very little success. They, all three, were laughing too hard. Although, even she had to admit that it was funny as hell. Imam took pity on Johns once again and tried to help him up only to have the man slip in the oil on floor and fall on his ass once again. The merc finally got pissed and jerked the pail off his head and reached for his gun. He'd had enough. The sound of another woman's laughter cut off what he was going to say. Everyone turned their heads to see Fry laying on the ground laughing her ass off. Every now and then you could hear her mutter something about pails and ass. Shea, Anita, and Jack smirked at each other. Mission: Make-Johns-Pay was a complete success. Their victory was cut short at the sound of a gun cocking.
"I knew we were gonna get shot one day," Shea deadpanned, the three girls looking at the source of their entertainment, who was obviously a bad sport.
Anita just smirked and shook her head, turning to her sister. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you," she smiled.
Shea cocked an eyebrow, and returned her attention to the man who was still pointing the gun at them. "Is he ever gonna shoot?" she muttered. Anita caught it and nodded her head, waiting for the policeman wannabe to squeeze the trigger. The two pushed a frightened Jack behind them, shielding her.
A snort came from the blonde woman that was slowly getting up from the floor. She strode over to Johns and snatched his gun from his fingers. Uncocking it, and putting the safety back on, she turned back to him, a slight frown on her lips. "Oh, get a sense of humor, Johns," she chastised, settling the gun on her shoulder before walking over to Anita. "That was fucking brilliant. Good job." She smiled, holding out a hand for Anita to shake.
The girl did, a grin marring her features. "Why thank you!"
"Speaking of good job, you have dealt with those creatures twice in a row now. What do you think about them?"
Anita sighed and lightly fingered the bandage on her right arm. "They are fast and strong. The things that were in the Coring Room were not the ones that were in the cavern."
Fry frowned. "That's not good."
"Nope."
Johns snatched the gun out of Fry's hand and snarled. "What the fucks that problem? Those things stick to darkness, so we're fine. Unless you haven't noticed, there are three fucking suns on this planet."
Anita glared at the man. "And that means absolutely nothing, you ass. There has to be darkness sometime. Where there is light, there is dark. Where there is life, there's death."
Johns glared right back at her. "What, are you a fucking poet now?"
Fry frowned again. "She's right Johns. We have already talked about this. The people that used to live here didn't leave. There is no way they left everything, even their equipment and samples." Something passed in her eyes before she turned on her heel and ran towards the Coring Room.
Everyone just stared after her in shock. Everyone but Anita. She knew what Fry had thought about and knew that the shit was about to hit the fan. Jack's voice brought her out of her thoughts.
"Wonder what caused Fry to run off like that?"
Johns sneered at her. "What the fuck does it matter to you, boy? Whatever it is, is the concern of grown ups. Not some little punk that doesn't belong anywhere, least of all here with decent people."
Jack flinching back from Johns and the inaudible whimper she let out set Anita off. Her animal side snapped and demanded that she protect their cub. Later, she would worry about claiming Jack as part of her pack.
Anita snarled, and a fang flashed with a growl coming through in her voice. "And what the hell makes you think you're decent, you fucking piece of wasted space!"
Both Shea and Johns paled. Johns out of fear, Shea out of shock. Her sister had never gone this deep into her instincts before. Especially with normal people around.
Quickly grabbing her sister's unhurt arm, she yanked her back and out the door, Anita kicking and screaming the entire way. Shea dragged her still screaming sister into another building as fast as she could, twirling the girl in front of her.
"What the fuck? Why did you do that? I was gonna tear his head off his shoulders and shove it up his ass where he keeps it!" Anita growled, emerald eyes slitting dangerously.
Shea returned the glare. "Don't growl at me," she returned warningly. "Your panther is out. Ears, tail, and fangs to match."
Anita stopped, still glaring, but realizing exactly what her sister was saying. "What?"
Shea sighed and looked around, spotting a piece of metal. Picking it up off the floor and rubbing the end of her T-shirt against it to shine it, she presented the "mirror" to her best friend. "Look."
Anita's jaw dropped as her rounded ears and flickering black tail came into view.
"What the fuck?"
Both girls jumped at the exclamation. Spinning on their heels, the blue eyed and green eyed girls flinched at the look on Riddick's face as he stood in the doorway.
The male stood rigid in his spot, his mouth trying to drop, but his personality refusing to let it happen. His posture didn't change as his face frowned deeply. He strode over, long strides taking up the distance in a matter of seconds. Grabbing both girls by their arms, minding Anita's hurt one, he growled lowly in the back of his throat. "What the fuck is going on? What are you?"
Anita knew the man's silver eyes were narrowed dangerously, meaning if they didn't explain, someone was going to get hurt.
Shea realized this, too, for she started speaking, her body unconsciously trying to move away from his grip on her arm. She didn't like being held by the arm or wrist, and may the gods and goddesses help the one that touched her neck. "We're not normal," she tried to keep it as vague as she could. At Riddick's warning growl, she continued. "We have something called magic."
"Magic?" The grip faltered just the slightest, giving Anita the impression that they had surprised him, but that quickly changed as the grip tightened. "I don't believe you. Tell me the truth."
Shea bit back a whimper as his grip tried to bruise her arm, or rather break it. "I am."
"There is no such thing."
Anita growled, slowly going into protective mode. "Then how the fuck do you explain my ears and tail? And let go of us."
If at all possible, his frown got even deeper. "Magic cannot be controlled. It is not possible. I do not know how the hell you got the ears and tail, if they are even real, but I want a real explanation. Immediately." He pulled up a little on their arms, giving some meaning to his silent threat.
The younger girl winced a little. "We are telling you the truth. We'll even give you an example if you would just let us go."
His gaze turned to hers. "I'm sure you would," his voice ominous.
"Hey, dumbass," Anita took his attention, "she would. She's about the only one. I personally would kick your ass until you agreed, but she's being nice."
"Kick my ass?" he asked, smirking darkly. "That I would like to see sometime."
"Maybe some day I will," she warned. "Now, let go of my sister."
Riddick just tightened his grip. "And if I don't? What will you do, then?"
Anita growled, flashing a fang, her ears laid back, tail stiff and twitching. On her fingernails, which were usually short, were long, sharp, pointing claws that were hard enough to cut through diamonds. She flexed her hand and brought it up in a swing, claws digging in the side of his face before latching themselves on his arm, forcing their ways passed the layer of skin and into muscle. Riddick snarled, his hand unconsciously letting go of the younger girl's arm.
"Get out, Shea," Anita commanded. "I've got this."
Shea nodded and rushed out the door, knowing that the fireworks were about to happen. She stood outside the doorway, her head peering in to watch and make sure her sister didn't get hurt or need her.
Riddick let go of the girl before him, smirking a little at the feisty twenty-one-year-old. This was going to be fun.
Anita snarled and growled, instincts having already kicked in overtime. She paced around, making sure to keep her prey in her sights. They circled each other for a few minutes, looking for weaknesses, anything that would give in to the other.
Anita got fed up, her panther wanting to take blood. Launching herself at the much taller man, she managed to knock him to the ground, claws digging in, fangs bared in an attack about to happen. Riddick saw this and used his strength, weight, and height and flipping her over onto her back, hands pressing her wrists down on the metal, dust-covered floor. He would never admit it, not even to himself, but the girl was giving him a run for his money. It took quite a bit of effort to keep her down, her head away from any vital vessels. He straddled her, knees on each side of her hips, hands keeping her wrists down on the ground, though every now and then they would manage to get a few inches up. Sweat beaded his head, his face set in a grimace, lips in a thin line. His muscles strained, twitching in their skin-covered confines.
"Get the fuck off!" she snarled up at him.
Riddick just smirked. "No."
The girl quit struggling for a moment, her heat senses kicking in for a few seconds before the animal overcame them, but in that little time, she realized their positions. She realized how good it felt. She realized that she really wanted this man.
Damn her heat.
Her eyes went wide at the thoughts. The fantasies that filled her mind. She laid there, breathing heavily and mentally hit her head against a wall at the images of that thought.
Riddick watched her face, catching the berating look, the confusion, the horror. He couldn't help but wonder what the hell she was thinking about, but then he realized their positions. Without letting it show, inside or out, he let go of the seemingly now calmed female and stood up. Anita followed suit rather quickly.
Riddick just watched her. There was no way in hell that any girl could have had the strength to have knocked him down like that without some sort of help. It wasn't as if he was admitting that there was magic, but something was definitely up. These girls held the answers, but he didn't like their answers. It didn't make sense to him, and he wasn't going to start trying to make sense of it.
Reaching up, he took off his goggles. It was dark inside the building. So, the light wasn't a problem; his eyes wouldn't hurt later. Silver orbs stared at the girl with black panther ears and long black tail. Her eyes were still slitted to the cat-like pupils. Well, it wasn't his goggles impairing his vision. They had to be real.
Anita tried to advert her eyes, not wanting to look in those metallic silver orbs that she adored. From the first time she ever saw the movie Pitch Black, she had loved those eyes. She wanted a pair, but that wasn't going to ever happen. She could see in the dark very well, thank you, but they were still so cool.
"Maybe what you say is true," he started, the deep rumble sending chills throughout Anita's body, "maybe it isn't." He stepped closer, towering over the female. Bending down to her eye level. "We will find out."
With that, he spun on his heel and walked out the door he came through, not even sparing Shea a glance as he passed her.
Anita sank to the floor as Shea ran back into the room. Crouching in front of her younger sister, Shea tried to get her to respond.
"Anita?" she asked worriedly, touching a light hand on her shoulder so as to not startle her. "You okay?"
Anita looked at Shea blankly. "I am so fucked."
Shea smiled lightly, trying to lighten the air. "Not yet."
Anita sent her a small glare. "Not going to happen."
Shea sent her a worried look. "Anita, Riddick is your mate."
"Drop it Shea. It's not going to happen."
"You could die."
"I said drop it!"
"NO! I don't want to lose my sister!"
"You know the rules, there is no way that we could be together even if the man did accept me."
"Anita..."
"That is all we're going to say about the matter."
"Like hell!"
"You're dieing, Anita?"
The two girls jumped at the sound of Jack's voice. Anita sent Shea a glare.
"No Jack. I'm not dieing."
Suddenly, Jack snapped. "Don't baby me! I heard everything that happened from the time you guys stepped into this building!"
They girls looked at the kid in shock before Shea finally spoke. "Why did you follow us, Jack?"
Jack looked at the ground. "I wanted to tell Anita thank you for defending me. No one has ever done that for me before. And to ask her about the ears and tail. I wanted to let her know that I thought those were cool. That's when I heard you guys telling Riddick about magic and everything after that." Jack looked up at them then. "I believe you guys. I know you wouldn't lie about something like that."
Anita smiled at the girl in thanks. "Well, now that you know, then I guess it's time to face the fire and let the others know."
Shea looked worried. "Anita?"
The girl in question sighed. "I've gone too far into my instincts, and it will take several hours before I can retract my new body parts. If I even try now, then I might end up being a full panther. Or even one of my other animals. Since we're stuck in a life-threatening situation, and I'm in heat, it's going to be harder."
Shea looked resigned while Jack looked curious. "What do ya mean by heat?"
Anita gave Shea a look that clearly stated she was not going to be the one that explained in to the younger girl. Shea sighed.
"You know about the birds and the bees?" she asked. Jack nodded. "Well, it's kinda like when you go into what we call human heat, or the menstrual cycle – what you're on, only without the bleeding. You get the mood swings, aches and pains, and it comes for a week once a month. Are you following me?"
Another nod.
"The difference between human and magical heat is when someone finds their mate, or soulmate. Sometimes, it's very difficult to find one, but when you do, and you – well – mate, and he or she accepts you completely as their soulmate, then the heat resides. It goes away." Shea looked at the girl expectantly. "Do you understand a little bit?"
Jack thought for a moment before nodding again. "Yeah." She smiled. "So, Riddick is Anita's soulmate?"
Before Anita could answer, Shea spoke up, smiling her own smile. "Yep."
The older of the three glared at the two younger ones. "Oh, come off it. It's not going to-"
"Think you could help me in getting them together?" Shea asked the teenager.
Jack beamed. "Oh, yeah! I can already tell Riddick likes her. He's just too damn stubborn to admit it."
"Sounds like someone else I know." The blue eyed girl sent a pointed look to Anita before standing and conversing quietly to the other girl.
"Does anyone care what I think?" Anita asked, sitting cross-legged on the floor and crossing her arms, pouting.
"Nope," the two returned before going back to their conversation.
Anita pouted lightly for a moment before sighing. It's not like they were going to listen to her one way or another. Besides, no matter what they tried there was no way that she could be with the silver-eyed man. Rules were rules. And even this one she couldn't break. Sighing again, Anita stood gaining the attention of the other two girls.
"If it's ok can I speak to Shea alone for a moment Jack?"
The child smiled widely and nodded before turning and running off. Shea turned to Anita expectantly.
"Jack has been accepted as pack."
Shea paled knowing what that meant. When Anita's instincts accepted someone then she had to have them around her. When they go back to their world then not having the younger girl with them would slowly drive Anita insane.
Anita saw her look and shrugged. "What can I say? When it rains it pours. Let's get back to the others."
The girls left to go find the others never once noticing Riddick come out from hiding where he had been listening the whole time.
Yes, the male had been listening. He had heard everything, from the time he went out to when the girls left. He heard every word, but believing everything was a different matter.
Soulmate? Mate? It couldn't be.
There were a lot of things Riddick believed in. There were even more things he didn't. In his many years of being alive and running around in the universe, he knew one thing: always expect the unexpected.
The man frowned, not completely understanding or believing what his head and feelings were telling him. He never went by feelings, just his head or instincts. That was it, but when he had first saw that woman, both of them, all these feelings, these emotions started pouring in, and he couldn't stop them. That was one of the reasons why he didn't care for them much. They brought these new things into his life; things he could have lived without. This female, his "mate", was a problem. The only problem was, he couldn't decided if he wanted to take care of it or act on it.
And that scared him. Richard B. Riddick does not like being scared. He does not scare, but these things that the female brought into his life, they scared him. He'd never admit it. Not to himself, especially. Maybe, just maybe, he'd wait, let things ride out. Possibly, it would all be a joke, something not real. Something would happen to take this out of the picture completely, but somewhere inside of him, he realized that it probably would not happen. He wasn't that lucky.
Riddick cut in front of the girls and slid into place in the door way, looking like he had been there the entire time. He didn't acknowledge the girls when they came into the room that held the small model of the planets that Fry was messing with.
Fry turned the model until it showed twenty-two years. Everyone paled as the model showed the eclipse.
Riddick smirked. "Not scared of the dark are you?"
DR: Yum, roasted marshmellows (closes eyes in satisfaction)
TM: (rolls eyes) I've created a monster...
DR: (comes out of her daze) Wot? Wot?
TM: (shakes head) Nothing!
DR: At least I'm not the one that was making a face like a puffer fish!
TM: Can't help it. ^^ When you wrote that Johns puffed out his chest, I had this mental image of a puffer fish! ^^ (puffs cheeks out and pokes them) Puffer fish. Puffer fish Johns. ^^ The wannabe man who acts and looks like a fish. ^^ (laughs)
DR: Omg. Now every time I think of Johns I'm to going to see him as a bloody fish puffing out his cheeks and singing "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming..."
TM: Yep! ^^ Not me fault! Oh, by the way, peoples, don't forget to review!
DR and TM: "Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming..."
DR: (eats another marshmellow)
