Hope POV
'What am I going to do? I can't just tell him to stay away because there are monsters down there. He'll never believe me!' she glanced at Zeke anxiously before turning her gaze back forward again. It seemed all too soon that they arrived by the grave. She tensed for what was going to happen.
Zeke pulled the sail away and glanced down into the pit. "What the-…?" he muttered, which caught her attention. Glancing down to the pit she saw the hole. Zeke jumped down into the pit and pulled a small flashlight out of his pocket. He crouched down, ready to look inside.
I panicked. "Wait!" I cried, which made him stop and turn to me.
"What's the matter?" he asked, a bit surprised at my sudden outburst.
Damnit, damnit, damnit! Think of something! Think of something!' I chanted in my head and tried to say something, but nothing would come out.
"Well? Ya gonna say somethin' or not?" he asked, a bit impatient. I mentally cursed. "Eh, do… you really think… it's safe?" I stammered out quickly.
Zeke stared at her in confusion. "Why wouldn't it be? It's just a hole," he asked, at which I was about to open my mouth to protest, but knew it was no use. I closed it again and watched as Zeke shrugged and turned back to the hole.
'Damnit! There's got to be something I can do?' I thought before I made a decision and jumped down into the pit. Zeke was already halfway into the hole before Chris joined and was in the way. Faintly I could hear a strange clicking sound. My eyes widened and I "sprang" towards Chris's legs, but it actually took me a while. "Chris! Get out of there!" I "cried" while I "started" pulling on his legs.
"What? Why ar-… AAH!" he suddenly cried out while his legs suddenly kicked violently.
"Chris!" I 'cried' while I "tried" with all my might to pull him out. His cry became a scream while he started firing shots at the creatures who grabbed him. Blood splattered everywhere while I pulled with all my might to get him out. All of a sudden, he was violently pulled deeper into the hole. With a surprised yelp, my hands lost their grip on his legs, and he was pulled in completely.
Blood came splashing out of the hole and some even fell on her clothes. Hope fell back on her ass by the sudden release of tension and blinked in shock. Shaking her head, she crawled towards the hole. "Chris?!" I "cried", peering into the hole, trying to get a glimpse of him. Despite doing this, I knew that it was to no avail. I knew he was dead the moment the creatures got to him, I let out a quiet laugh.
All of a sudden, I saw a flash of white coming her way. It was so fast I had no chance to back away when it slashed at me. The creature missed me but cut my leather pants.
A large hand roughly pulled me away at the nick of time. I was quickly pulled up and against a muscled chest. The hand stayed on my shoulder while another one was placed on my hip.
"Ya should be more careful. Ya almost lost yer head." rumbled a voice that made me tense, as a shiver ran down my spine. I was a bit shaken from the sudden attack.
"Y-yeah. T-thanks." I whispered softly, when his voice rumbled, I had felt it against my back. I reluctantly took a step away from him and turned around. "You should get out of here. The others have probably heard those shots." I whispered.
Riddick hummed softly and took a deep breath of my hair, before he turned and climbed out of the pit just when the sail was pulled away, revealing Shazza. She gaped in disbelief at Riddick, then at me, before her gaze went to the hole. The blood dripped from the walls surrounding the hole.
"Chris! Chris!" she screamed, before her gaze went back to Riddick who simply stared at her. I knew what was going to happen and scrambled towards the side of the pit and crawled out of it just when Riddick took off.
"Shit." I mumbled and 'fumbled with her breather' and took a hit from it. Then I took off after the man as fast as I could. Unfortunately for me, my clothes hindered my running a bit.
I was quickly slowing down, the chafing getting to me. I watched Riddick run further off before something black, then something that was wolfish flashed by from the corner of her eye. Glancing to the black flash, I saw that it was Blade who was following Riddick, then Peter following Blade.
Suddenly was a black stick thrust out from behind one of the pillars and hit Riddick's feet. The convict was knocked to the ground where Johns took advantage and kicked him in the side. Frost also appeared from behind the spire and followed Johns' lead.
I saw it happening. "No!" I cried half out of breath, while I had to stop running because of the painful stabs in my side. I "took", having not really but looking like I did, a few hits from my breather. The aching in my side lessened, but I had to watch as Blade and Peter came to Riddick's aid and tackled Frost away from him. The three fell to the ground where they quickly started wrestling with one another.
Cursing, I ignored the pain in my side and ran over to Blade, Peter, and Frost. She saw Frost on top of them, punching the living daylights out of them.
Blade was too busy defending himself to attack back for the moment.
Growling to myself, I ran towards them and threw myself on Frost. The force sending both of us rolling off of Blade and Peter. Frost didn't know who it was that tackled him and thought that it was Riddick. But then his mind reminded him that he was busy fighting Johns, who had been winning when he had glanced over at them. He quickly grabbed the person who was laying half on top of him and rolled us both over.
I had no chance of pulling away when Frost grabbed me by my arms and roughly pulled me off of him while throwing himself on top of me.
He blinked when he saw that it was me, before he frowned. "What the hell ya doin', toots? Ya goin' crazy? Ya do realize yer helping a criminal, don't cha?" he demanded to which he got a glare in return.
"He may be a criminal, but he, Peter, and Riddick are innocent of the death of Chris! Now get off of me!" I growl, struggling to get him off. This much closeness was unnerving me. It reminded me of the helplessness I felt whenever my boyfriend used me as a punching bag.
Frost opened his mouth to reply but footsteps and the voice of Jack distracted and interrupted him.
"Hope! Are you okay?" came his question when he saw me lying under the merc, glaring daggers at him. But the young child could see a trace of fear in my eyes. Blade, Riddick, and Peter saw it, too. They filed that little bit of information away for later.
Frost huffed and stood up while stalking over to Blade and grabbed him roughly by the shoulder. Blade snarled and punched him straight in the jaw. Frost grunted in pain but recovered quickly even when he stumbled back.
Blade threw another punch, but this time Frost blocked and gave him a mean right hook. He wasn't called Thaddeus 'The Cold Fist' Frost for nothing. This time it was Blade who grunted in pain.
Suddenly all four of them heard a soft cry of pain coming from Riddick. I, who had been rooted in my spot at the two battling men, turned my attention to Johns and Riddick and gasped. Johns had ripped the man's goggles off and was now beating him as much as he could.
Blade growled deeply in anger and pushed Frost away before giving the man a left uppercut. While Frost stumbled back, holding his injured jaw, Blade turned to Johns and kicked the man in the side. Said merc stumbled to the side with a groan of pain before he turned to the other convict.
I was staring as Blade kicked the man away.
In the back of my mind was a little voice screaming at her to go help him, and that's what I do, kicking the mercs if they come near me. The sight of Blade battling Frost and then moving onto Johns was amazing.
Suddenly I saw Frost move behind Blade. "Look out!" I cried but it was too late. Blade had heard the man coming and had turned his head slightly just when Frost brought his fist down. The punch was so hard that Blade hit the ground.
I pushed through my frozen state and managed to get my feet moving. I ran towards Frost and grabbed his arm just when the man had kicked Blade in the face, knocking his glasses off, and then went towards Peter. "No! Leave him alone!" I yell while tugging on his arm.
Jack watches me try to help the downed man. She was amazed at the bravery of the woman to dare and help the two convicts so openly.
Frost growled. "Back off, toots!" he snapped, annoyed that I want to help the criminals instead of him. Before I knew it was, I was suddenly hit in the face by Frost's fist. With a cry I landed on the ground. My tie fell almost out of my hair, making some of it spill over my face.
"Hope!" cried Jack and ran over to her.
Frost glared down at me. "Yer cute, toots, but yer not that cute." he told me and turned to Johns who was now holding down Riddick. The merc tried to put the cuffs on, but even in a weakened state, the man still had fight in him.
Frost came over and together the two mercs managed to put the cuffs on. Johns pulled Riddick up and roughly pulled him towards the crash-ship.
Frost pulled Blade's hands behind his back and cuffed them also, then Peter's. He pulled him also up and followed Johns' lead. Neither merc spared a second glance at the downed girl and young child.
I was gritting my teeth as a few tears escaped my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. Flashes of memories from my boyfriend hitting her, made me shiver and curl up in reflex. Jack gently placed a hand on my arm and felt and saw me flinch. My first instinct was to curl up even more, thinking I was attacked by my boyfriend again.
"Hey, it's okay, Hope. It's me, Jack." spoke the kid softly while gently rubbing her shoulder.
Meanwhile the others had all arrived at the scene and watched the mercs pull Riddick and Blade away. Shazza had arrived first, she had been ready to give the two a beat down of a lifetime for what they did to her husband. But when she saw the four fighting, she had slowed down to a stop, not wanting to get caught in the battles.
The newly made widow had watched Hope try to help the murderers only to be punched in the face. At first, she was happy that that had happened to her. It was her own fault.
Helping the murderers of the merc Chris. But now she was a bit torn and didn't know if she should be angry at the woman or feel pity for her. Her anger won. She was about to march over to her to demand to know what was going on when Imam passed her by and kneeled down next to Jack.
"My child are you alright?" he asked softly while placing a concerned hand on her head.
They see her head pop up, and her eyes flash purple.
"Mates are here and were attacked, and you think I am alright?" I ask in an animalistic, furyan voice, my furyan, coming out when I was attacked. Everyone can sense it; she is the criminal's mate.