Chapter Eleven.

* Riddick's POV *

She is mine, no one else's, mine.

I had given her the choice Sybil or any other Elementals would not have given her and she chose me, for reasons I cannot fathom but I still can't help but wonder if she would have made the same choice is she knew what I had done in my past, the countless murders I've committed, being a Merc's biggest pay day. I move my hands from being placed over her shoulder-blades to cradle her face in my rough skinned hands as Elisha stood frozen, her body remains pinned up against the wall using my own large widths body, her nervous yet gentle breaths tickled my chest and the hollow of my throat. Her small baby-like hands cover the widths of the top surface area of my forearm, her index finger rested on the line of the crook of my elbows.

Her shiny purple eyes flickered over my face as I stare gormlessly at her. Her brown hair curls wilding down her back stopping just below her shoulder-blades, the cut above her eyebrow has exploded with colour and the bridge of her nose has began to colour with purple spreading across the skin below her eyes.

I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead before trailing kisses down the bridge of her bruised nose to her blossoming lips. My arms slipped from her face to wrap around her waist pulling her into my chest sealing her away protectively. A small blade was concealed inside the large wrist band I wore, ready to fight off anyone that discovered us or tried to harm her.

I held her close and dived my nose into the crook of her neck breathing in her musky scent – sweat and leather boots but also sweet, sort of like honey, a strange combination but there was something sensitively beautiful about her smell matching her interesting looks. Beaten and bruised but strong looking, brave and warrior like. I smile into the crook of her neck as she shivers when I nibble gently at the sensitive skin leaving small red marks.

"So, what now?" she asks, her lips brush against my earlobe gently.

I smile into the crook of her neck, unintentionally brushing the wet surface of my teeth against the sensitive skin, "Now we have to get out of here," I reply with a tone which suggested the strategy behind this plan was going to be incredibly easy which of course was not true.

Elisha raises her non-injured eyebrow, "How? They've increased security since the last time and they will have a special eye on you to avoid another incident."

I chuckle gently, "Don't worry," I reassure her, "My coming here has more than this advantage."

She chuckles lightly as I release her from my tight grip and moved away from her slightly allowing her body to breath comfortably.

"You should probably get back to Sybil before she sends out a search party for you," consisting of only that dick-head Pharrell, I add snidely.

Elisha smiles, "You're probably right,"

I cup her chin gently with my right hand and arch her head upwards towards me, "I'm always right," I reply sarcastically.

"Smug bastard." she replies jokingly before slipping passed me, through the water wall and out into the prison, unprotected and vulnerable.

She is fine Riddick, a soothing voice echoed inside my mine as I lean up against the cold metal railing of the balcony following her with my eyes like a hawk. Voices mixed with annoyance and anger began to erupt and echo from inside the cell that belonged to Sybil, her son and Elisha but I stay put. She can handle herself.

I watch the guard station with curious eyes as the yellow stained glass allowed me to track the guards movements viva their footsteps. A grumbling sound rattles from the station like a rusty machine as the three large screws holding the station up above the ground began to move upwards a mile or so before stopping. The high pitched screech of opening gate doors shattered through the prisons atmosphere swiftly followed by a display of circling hot air at the base of the now stationary station. The hot air inside the slam was replaced with cold air which was temperatured at sub-zero which was a nice release to an extent.

"So they do go top side," I mumble with a smile, "To swap hot air."

The shuffling of footsteps and long robes beside me makes my body recoil as The Guv stands a safe distance from me along the railing but close enough to hear myself mumbling like a mad man yet I knew he was here, I did not bother me, he was a convict not an inmate, he was no friend to the guards.

From the corner of my eye I watch Guv raise a bushy eyebrow, "Who the hell are you?" he asks, his deep voice no more than a frightened whisper.

I turned to face him, goggles hiding my florescent eyes, "When it happens, it will happen fast," I reply, my voice rumbles in the hollow of my throat as I don't speak loudly, "Stay on my leg when I cut fences or stay here, for the rest of your natural life."

A smug smile creeps across my face as the Guv's facial expressions change from curious to damn-right confused. He shakes his head viciously. "Nobody outs this place. Not even you." he sneers negatively.

I chuckle darkly to make Guv feel deliberately uneasy whilst pushing off the metal railing to stand up straight and adjust the blades hidden in various holsters and inside the brown leather cuff I wore tightly around my wrist fir it was not going to be long until something happened. The flare that will start the spark igniting the flame.

My feet move quickly from the place at the metal railing as they naively ignore the instruction clearly given by my brain to stop moving, however, I find myself there without hardly an upwards glance, in front of the cell where she sleeps and cares for Hans, I stay hidden behind the curtain pressed up against the stone wall beside the door, listening intently to the voices arguing inside the cell.

"Are you crazy?" a male growls angrily.

The female – Elisha – releases a singular chuckle, "It is non of your business," her velvet voice says firmly.

Pharrell, the blond haired, blue eyed devil scoff venously, "You're rushing into it because you are afraid of him. He has his hook in you so deep, does it hurt knowing your a push over?!"

I glance through the slit in the curtain to peer into the cell, Pharrell stood opposite Elisha whose body was stood strong with a anger stiff face. In a swift movement Pharrell grips the tops of her arms sending a spasm of pain through their bodies but despite the pain flooding their, and my, bodies. Pharrell hands stay clamped on Elisha's arms restricting her from jolting away but as a electric serge shatters through my body, the sound of flesh meeting flesh at a rapid speed erupts from the cell forcing me to leap protectively through the cell door only to be halted abruptly by the image of Elisha standing over Pharrell's body, her already bruised knuckles are re-slit open and bleeding.

She rubs her temples using her index and middle fingers, "I am really starting to get pissed off with him," she jokes whilst cradling her hand close to her chest.

I allow a nervous chuckle to escape me as I stare down at Pharrell's unconscious body. "Are you okay?" I ask her touching her arm in a rather pussy attempt to comfort her. Elisha nods with a faint smile curling into my touch.

Then the shooting started.

A/N: Sorry about this being really late but I completely lost interest and I had no idea how to develop this chapter. Personally I think this chapter is incredibly boring but I can only hope you, my readers, enjoy this and I promise with my hand on heart the next chapter will be much better. Please review, it really helps and means a lot. – Thank you, VA.16