Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this one up guys. It's been a crazy week because I'm leaving for college soon. Please give me more feedback!! Thanks!
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Lish tossed in her sleep, unaware that Riddick could hear her moving from 2 rooms down the hall. The ship's engines hummed softly in the background. But Riddick still heard her roll over, grunt, say something in her sleep, roll over again, and so on. She must be having some fucked up dreams, he thought.
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"Lisha!" The high-pitched scream hit her ears hard. Maggie. She couldn't find Maggie. It was so dark in there. Why was it so dark? She was supposed to be able to see in the dark. What the fuck was happening?? Lish tore at her face, thinking there was blindfold over her eyes. She only succeeded in scratching herself.
"Maggie!! Where are you, baby girl!?" She screamed. She was running blindly through the dark, searching for any trace of her little sister. Another scream came from somewhere off to the left and Lish turned towards the sound. She ran a few feet before she tripped over something and hit the floor. And suddenly, she could see again. She looked back to see what she had tripped over. A pair of dead eyes stared back at her.
She screamed and crawled quickly away from the body. It was Marcus. Or what she had left of him. She studied the remains, horrified. His heart was stuffed into his mouth. His expression was frozen in fear and his eyes were glassed over.
Lish looked up when she heard whimpering. Maggie. She looked all around her, trying to find where the sound was coming from. She stood up and everything went black again.
"MAGGIE!!!"
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She rolled off the bed and hit the floor just as Riddick opened the door. She pushed herself up from the floor as he walked to her. He crouched down beside her. She looked up at him.
"What?" She asked. There were blood trails down her face. Not deep ones, just scratches. But they were still bleeding.
"What did you do to yourself?" He asked, reaching up and running a finger along one of the scratches. She jerked back and covered her cheek.
"OW! Shit! What the fuck!?" She looked at her hand as she pulled it away from her face. Blood? "Oh damn... I must have really done that...", she whispered. She looked up at him. "I dreamed that I scratched myself..."
"You did more than dream it, kid... And who the fuck is Maggie?" He asked. Her eyes snapped to him.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because you were screaming her name at the top of your lungs not 5 minutes ago", he replied. She bit her lip. She really didn't want to get into this with him.
"Maggie's my baby sister", she said, her tone totally flat.
"Oh" was his only comment. "You okay kid?" He asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. She jerked away.
"I'm fine... ", she snapped. Riddick raised an eyebrow, but he didn't try to push it. He rose to his feet and said, "Get some rest... more work tomorrow and more training..." Then he left, closing the door behind him.
Lish flopped backwards, stretching out on the floor. More training. It had only been a week and he was running her non-stop everyday for about 18 hours solid. She didn't know whether he was just fucking around with her or if she really did need this kind of training. Add to that the fact that she wasn't sleeping more than 2 hours a night and well, she felt like she had a 24 hour hangover that would not go away.
She reached up and ran a hand over her face. She felt the welts she had scratched up and winced when the salt from her fingers got into the wounds. She needed to clean them, she needed to crawl back into the bed. Hell, there were a lot of things that she needed to do. But right then, sleep came first and foremost. She fell asleep in no time, laid out on the floor, one arm flung to the side and the other draped over her face.
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Riddick looked in on her about an hour later. She was snoring softly and making various other sounds in her sleep. He decided in the back of his mind to let tomorrow be a day off. He'd let her sleep, maybe even make some breakfast for her. She deserved it. She'd been keeping up with him the whole week, something that he was having a hard time doing. He was working her harder than he should, he knew, but he wanted to test her resolve.
He found out that he'd have his hands full with her. She had great instincts and drive. She hadn't been that strong when they had first started out, but since she started lifting weights, she could lift Riddick's weight 2 times over. She was quick as well. Something that had to come naturally to her. She looked like a cat when she moved. Her will to get revenge was driving her harder than her body could take. It was all bloodlust, the desire to kill. No one would see her coming. Somebody else would look at her and figure her for a shy, naive kid no older than 16. But Riddick knew better now and he saw through it all. Past the eyes and the small frame and the deceiving baby face. He saw past all that to what was underneath. A natural born killer.
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Lish tossed in her sleep, unaware that Riddick could hear her moving from 2 rooms down the hall. The ship's engines hummed softly in the background. But Riddick still heard her roll over, grunt, say something in her sleep, roll over again, and so on. She must be having some fucked up dreams, he thought.
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"Lisha!" The high-pitched scream hit her ears hard. Maggie. She couldn't find Maggie. It was so dark in there. Why was it so dark? She was supposed to be able to see in the dark. What the fuck was happening?? Lish tore at her face, thinking there was blindfold over her eyes. She only succeeded in scratching herself.
"Maggie!! Where are you, baby girl!?" She screamed. She was running blindly through the dark, searching for any trace of her little sister. Another scream came from somewhere off to the left and Lish turned towards the sound. She ran a few feet before she tripped over something and hit the floor. And suddenly, she could see again. She looked back to see what she had tripped over. A pair of dead eyes stared back at her.
She screamed and crawled quickly away from the body. It was Marcus. Or what she had left of him. She studied the remains, horrified. His heart was stuffed into his mouth. His expression was frozen in fear and his eyes were glassed over.
Lish looked up when she heard whimpering. Maggie. She looked all around her, trying to find where the sound was coming from. She stood up and everything went black again.
"MAGGIE!!!"
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She rolled off the bed and hit the floor just as Riddick opened the door. She pushed herself up from the floor as he walked to her. He crouched down beside her. She looked up at him.
"What?" She asked. There were blood trails down her face. Not deep ones, just scratches. But they were still bleeding.
"What did you do to yourself?" He asked, reaching up and running a finger along one of the scratches. She jerked back and covered her cheek.
"OW! Shit! What the fuck!?" She looked at her hand as she pulled it away from her face. Blood? "Oh damn... I must have really done that...", she whispered. She looked up at him. "I dreamed that I scratched myself..."
"You did more than dream it, kid... And who the fuck is Maggie?" He asked. Her eyes snapped to him.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because you were screaming her name at the top of your lungs not 5 minutes ago", he replied. She bit her lip. She really didn't want to get into this with him.
"Maggie's my baby sister", she said, her tone totally flat.
"Oh" was his only comment. "You okay kid?" He asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. She jerked away.
"I'm fine... ", she snapped. Riddick raised an eyebrow, but he didn't try to push it. He rose to his feet and said, "Get some rest... more work tomorrow and more training..." Then he left, closing the door behind him.
Lish flopped backwards, stretching out on the floor. More training. It had only been a week and he was running her non-stop everyday for about 18 hours solid. She didn't know whether he was just fucking around with her or if she really did need this kind of training. Add to that the fact that she wasn't sleeping more than 2 hours a night and well, she felt like she had a 24 hour hangover that would not go away.
She reached up and ran a hand over her face. She felt the welts she had scratched up and winced when the salt from her fingers got into the wounds. She needed to clean them, she needed to crawl back into the bed. Hell, there were a lot of things that she needed to do. But right then, sleep came first and foremost. She fell asleep in no time, laid out on the floor, one arm flung to the side and the other draped over her face.
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Riddick looked in on her about an hour later. She was snoring softly and making various other sounds in her sleep. He decided in the back of his mind to let tomorrow be a day off. He'd let her sleep, maybe even make some breakfast for her. She deserved it. She'd been keeping up with him the whole week, something that he was having a hard time doing. He was working her harder than he should, he knew, but he wanted to test her resolve.
He found out that he'd have his hands full with her. She had great instincts and drive. She hadn't been that strong when they had first started out, but since she started lifting weights, she could lift Riddick's weight 2 times over. She was quick as well. Something that had to come naturally to her. She looked like a cat when she moved. Her will to get revenge was driving her harder than her body could take. It was all bloodlust, the desire to kill. No one would see her coming. Somebody else would look at her and figure her for a shy, naive kid no older than 16. But Riddick knew better now and he saw through it all. Past the eyes and the small frame and the deceiving baby face. He saw past all that to what was underneath. A natural born killer.