Cara woke with a start. She felt groggy and almost drugged. She frowned and sat up looking around the unfamiliar surroundings. Slowly it all came back to her. Figures the first night of sleep without dreams r injury would be in a bloody triple max prison.
Cara sat and dangled her legs over the edge of the ledge. Riddick had been right about the strategic location of the safe little ledge. Can't been seen from below, but can't be reached from above. Cara glanced up to see a few of the crazed prisoners staring down at her. At least five of them leaned over the cliff face to catch a glimpse of new women in their territory. Some waved and licked their lips as they stared at her. All were dirty and unkempt, yellowed teeth and grimy hair. One let out a sexual suggestion and Cara just felt her eyebrow rise. She glanced at the ledge, there was no room for that nonsense.
She rubbed at her eyes and moved her attention back to the open pit. She watched some prisoners scurry around like ants. Doing whatever prisoners did and wondered how long she was out for. Her hand fell to her lap and she watched them for a moment.
…the blood blisters. They were gone. Cara frowned as she raised her hand to catch better light. It was true, her wounds were gone. She raised her left elbow up to glance at a scrap she had but there was only a slight pink area to her skin. Cara swallowed slightly freaked out. How could she heal in only a few hours of sleep? She felt better, strong, as if she could run a mile without losing her breath. She felt like she could take on the heck was happening to her body!?
A noise from below dragged her attention tow a small figure running across the rough terrain below. Jack. Her hair was a wild mess and bounced with every step she took. She jumped over tall slabs of rock using her hands to vault herself into the air and would land at a run. Cara couldn't help but note the improvement in the other women's movements. Jack used to expend more energy than needed but now she was a controlled chaos. But what followed Jack made Cara frown. Two of the other prisoners were pursuing her. Cara then had a flash back to the frightened little girl she had helped rear. Anger boiled in her. Of course rationally Cara knew Jack could handle it, but that damn overprotectiveness kicked in like it had never had before.
Jack was heading to a cave entrance just under Cara's ledge. Cara felt an evil little smile cross her face. The party below had no clue what they were heading toward. Cara timed the speed they were running at and paused until the prefect moment. With a giggle she stepped off the edge, gripping one of the chains that dangled from the ceiling. She had inspected them earlier and found that they were attached to a pulley system high above.
The loud noise coming from the chain was the only warning the men had before Cara let go and dropped on top of the slower man. Her heavy boots connected solidly with the man's shoulders and he collapsed with a violent crack to his skull as his head met the ground. Cara threw herself to the side and rolled throwing away the violent energy in the fall. She rolled to her feet and sprinted at the back of the second man. He had just been turning to see what the commotion had been. But he would never know. Cara jumped onto his back and gripped his torso with her legs. Gripping his jaw and back of his head in her hands, with a growl she ripped his head to the side and the watery-thick snap that sounded told Cara his neck was broken. His legs buckled and he fell. Cara stood over him and laughed like a maniac. She glanced up at the men who had watched her sleep but the second they saw her attention turn to them, they strategically disappeared.
Cara dropped her attention back to Jack. She stood panting slightly watching Cara cautiously. Cara watched her back and finally realized why Jack would never be like her or Riddick. Jack was a woman trying to be an animal. Cara and Riddick were animals trying to be human. She frowned at herself. When had this happened?
"Still crazy I see." Jack called out. She kept about ten paces between us. Was she afraid Cara would hurt her?
"At least' Imma no' a runaway." Cara snapped back. Well guess they were just going to jump right into this.
Jack's shoulders dropped slightly. "You and Riddick were much younger and less prepared when you ran away."
Cara's head snapped back as if struck. "I nev'er ran away. I was thrown. An Riddick nev'er had nothing to be thrown or to run away from." Cara felt her anger begin to be directed at Jack. Cara knew it was wrong but she couldn't help it. It was either anger or sadness, "Why did ye run away from me Jack?"
Her mouth dropped open. "I didn't run away from just you. It was that life. The fucking waiting. As if he would ever come back just for the sake of coming back." She came forward and glared at me, "You couldn't find him because of me. I held you back." She paused as if to hold back saying something but then thought differently. "I, of all people, know about you two. The way you feel. It's wrong that you should be apart because of me." Cara frowned and tried to say something, "But it wasn't the only reason. So don't go blaming yourself. I would have made the same decision no matter what and I don't regret it!"
Cara sighed. He anger left and she just felt tired. She whipped at her forehead and noticed the dirty streak on her arm. She grimaced feeling grimy. "Well. How about' we donna talk about' it. The fact' is Imma here. With Riddick." Cara watched Jacks face turn into a scowl at the mention of Riddick. "Oh grand, what' the matter now?"
"Riddick." Jack rolled her eyes and shook her head, "He's an idiot sometimes."
"Sometimes?" Cara couldn't help but smile at her. Jack grinned at her. For a moment it was good. Like they were normal people joking in the real world. "How's about' we go an find the litt'le criminal?" Cara smiled at Jack fondly.
Jack hesitated, "Before that…" She quickly came forward and hugged me. "I'm sorry."
Cara felt her eyes widen in shock. Before Jack pulled away Cara grabbed her in a big hug. "I missed ye." She said softly, trying not to let tears well in her eyes.
"I missed you too." They parted and Jack smiled down at her. "Do you remember? What you said the day before I left. About wanting to be my friend…" She paused watching Cara shyly, "…Or sister." Cara, frowning up until that point, couldn't help but smile. "I think I'd like that. It's not until I was really alone that I think I finally understood you a little. The need to have a family. I mean just knowing you were out there was a comfort and I…" She swallowed, it was hard for her to get it out. "I realized that I never really told you how important you were to me. I was afraid I wouldn't get the chance again." She ended quietly.
Cara couldn't keep the grin off her face. She was so happy in this single moment. "We may no' be blood sist'ers, but we are chosen sist'ers. I think in a way it may be even stronger. I got' ye back."
Jack out right laughed at the saying. Cara had been telling her that since they had first met. Cara always had her back, that why she could continue forward. "Let's go find lover boy."
"Oi, donna let' him hear you call him that!" Cara snapped, "Imma haven' enough problems with the bloke."
"Awe, troubled in paradise?" Jack teased lightly testing the waters as the two women made their way to Riddick.
"Oich. There has ta be a paradise in tha' scenario, although we've had plent'y o' trouble." Cara told her.
"Well I would expect nothing more since your both in prison." Jack commented.
"All part o' plan." Cara proceeded to tell her about what happened since she met up with Riddick. It was an entertaining tale that kept Jack riveted until they stumbled upon Riddick. Cara voice dried up in her throat at the sight. Jack squeaked but both didn't move a muscle.
Riddick had found one of the waterfalls in the pit. He stood under the cascading falls and raised his face to the ceiling. His eyes were closed as if to savior the moment of cool bliss. Cara's eyes traveled down his body as the water began to make his clothing suction to his firm body. He cupped his hand in front of him and pulled the water to his face washing vigorously. Cara swallowed hard watching the muscled in his back move under his shirt.
Jack smiled at the expression Cara had, like Riddick was chocolate, or a sweet dessert that she wanted to eat. Jack playfully pushed her toward the man. Cara's gaze met Jack's and Jack slowly backed away gesturing for Cara to go forward. Jack quickly left the two alone and made her way into the prison.
Cara turned back to Riddick and noticed his goggles were hanging just behind him on the lighting system. Cara smiled as a little playful thought crossed her mind. With all the stealth she had she slowly made her way around the large man. She was at his back, all she had to do was reach out to touch him. But she didn't. She turned slightly and gently took his goggles off the small hook. She placed them around her neck letting the dangle just above her breasts. She slowly went to move back around him but her boot scraped along the ground.
Riddick spun around violently but Cara knew he would. She dodged his first gab easily by stepping in close under his guard. He hooked his arm back around dragging her in close to him and spins her around as if in a dance, so she was under the water too. She gasped and he suddenly stilled realizing who his would be attacker was. Cara was almost flush up against his chest and the luke-warm water fell down on them. His cuff dug into her shoulders while his other hand slowly loosened from the fist it was in.
Cara glanced up at him and smiled slightly, "Good idea." She watched as he breathes in deeply. "A shower is jus' what' the Doct'or ordered." Cara turned her back to him and closed her eyes. She raised her face to the stream and slicked her hair back. She stood running her hand through her hair while Riddick watched her become soaked as he.
Riddick let his eyes travel around her body. They were dress similarly, in black tank tops and dark cargo pants, and heavy boots but she made it look sexy. He watched as the water ran over her clothing and the way it clung to her skin. His eye lids drooped as he watched her remembering, so small, so fragile. He reached out and gripped her hips pulling her back against his chest. He circled his arms around her until he was holding her gently in a loose hug. He dropped his head to the crook of her shoulder and neck. He closed his eyes savoring the moment. He breathed in her scent.
Cara felt a gentleness in his touch that surprised her. His hard metal cuffs dug into her abdomen but she didn't mind. A soft smile found itself on her face. She raised her arms until she could feel his head. She caressed the side of his face while her other hand cupped his forearm to herself. She returned the gentle affection. She turned her head to the side as his lips found the soft spot just below her ear. It was a gentle chaste kiss. Cara slowly pulled away slightly just so she could turn in his arms. They were in a dream, nothing should happen quickly when in a dream.
She circled her arms around his neck and upturned her face to his. He hugged her a little tighter and lifted her up. She let her legs dangle as he crushed her to him, understanding that he needed comfort for some reason not sex. "Riddick?" Cara whispered into his ear. He shook his head into her shoulder and held her. Understanding she hugged him tightly. As tight as her position would allow, sometimes silence was the best way to help.
Riddick didn't want this to end. But he took a deep breath and let everything go. Slowly he set her back down. She stepped away ever so slightly but turned her face to the water and finished washing the dirt away. She stepped out of the stream and watched Riddick for a moment, a silent question in the air.
"I dreamed. Of when they first found me. As a baby." He said his voice rough and deep. He didn't even realize he wanted to talk about it until he said it out loud. "Sometimes I can almost see the face of the man who put me there. The one who tried to kill me." He stopped. He was still in the water and Cara was not. It saddened him in a way. Like they were in two separate worlds. His dreams were pulling him back, back to the animal he once was.
Cara watched his face. He hid emotions well but not from her. She saw the tightness around his eyes. The slight twitch in his hands. Cara held out her hand. Her fingertips barely touching the water's edge.
Riddick saw her hand slowly rise and reach for him. She reached into his world and he found his hand clasping at hers. She pulled him from the water he had been drowning in.
Cara didn't understand what she did. Just that this was her Riddick. One second he wasn't there, and then the next he was. Riddick gave her a smile, a weak smile but a smile none the less. She grinned up at him cheekily. "I go' ye." She murmured gently and dragged him down to kiss him gently. They parted still holding hands. Their connection had deepened.
Cara turned and slowly led him away from the water slightly. With one hand she removed the goggles from around her neck. She shook them off and they walk hand in hand. She was still trying to dry his goggles when a man stepped from the shadows. Riddick's hand tightened slightly but other than that Cara felt no other sign of alarm from him. She examined the man. It was the one that had greeted them upon first entering the pit. His eyes fell to their joined hands. His eyes darkened lightly as if remembering. His hands came up and he idled with something hidden by his gloves.
He glanced to Riddick's face and smiled slightly, "Still here, I see?" His eyes shifted to Cara. "I've been here years." His hand continued to fidget until a small silver band came into view. "See this? I remember how gorgeous she was." He smiled, "Well, gorgeous in a certain light." He chuckled ruthlessly. "And now, for the goddamn death of me,
I cannot remember her name." He smiled down at Cara a little bitterly.
"Feeding time!" A voice screamed out over a speaker. Snarling could be heard from high above and loud metal clanging came from all around.
"We're here for the rest of our unnatural lives." The man continued and smiled at them pleasantly.
Cara felt her eyes roll, and people call her crazy.
"Oh, whatever you do, don't make eye contact." He supplied before he disappeared into the darkness.
"Here they come!" a high pitched scream came out of the darkness.
"You know that sounds a lot like death." Cara supplied as Riddick began to drag her off. "What are they?"
"If memory serves, it's the Hell Hounds." He turns and grins at her as he yanks her into the shadows.
Okay, so I'm slowly getting back into the grove of things :)
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