Chapter 19
Riddick strode into the huge foyer, calling impatiently for his wife. He wasn't in a good mood; he'd been out all day looking at the damages from the hurricane that sweep through the compound the day before. Although the storm was gone the river behind the compound was steadily rising and he sent some men to assess the danger. It was 3 months since Gillian told him she was pregnant, and Harry was still with them. He knew that if he were to kick him out then, it would put excess stress on Gillian and the baby. He definitely didn't want that. Now he was cold and hungry and his wife was nowhere to be found. He had just opened his mouth to shout again when he saw Roman approaching him. "Where is she?" Riddick snarled. "Sir, Her and Mr. Harold are riding horses around the compound." "In this weather?" Riddick clenched his fists in frustration. He didn't like Gillian riding horses in her condition, especially on a day like this. The ground was way to slippery, and so was Harry. "I knew I should have kicked his ass out when I had the chance." Riddick said to himself. He never regretted it more than at that moment. Riddick whirled away; ready to go after them when Roman cleared his throat. "There's someone else here to see you. Mr. Jarvis."
Riddick paced the room as Jarvis talked. "Riddick, it took some looking around but I finally found it. Harold Hellax isn't even his real name, it's Blaine Tyler. He did work with Harold though. He was his servant; the bastard killed him and fled the scene. Mercs have been looking for him for over 3 years now." Riddick got angrier with each passing minute. "So you mean to tell me that this fucker's been in my house, around my wife and family and he's not even who he say he is." Jarvis nodded, "Where's Gillian?" "She's with tha asshole right now." Jarvis eyes went cold. It was all coming clear to Riddick. Why had the man waited so long to get in touch with his sister? Why hadn't he known little things about her, like her panic attacks? Because he wasn't her brother.
Gillian urged her horse after Harold's, but the toward the gorge that led to the river was difficult. Riddick wouldn't be happy at this point; she felt a twinge of guilt. She had accepted Harry's invite to ride so that maybe they could finally talk alone, and then maybe try to convince him that the lands weren't worth his life. Despite the cold weather and the muddy and slippery ground, Harold seemed determined to ride, than talk. "Harry, slow down!" she called to him. But he just kept on riding, faster and faster. Once over the gorge she looked around, no sign of Harry. She jumped down from the horse, "Harry?" she called. "Over here." He called back; there he was, at the edge of river looking it rage and roar. She walked slowly down the muddy hill almost slipping several times. Suddenly a large form was rushing out of the bushes, 'There's Riddick.' Gillian thought grimly. When he reached the top of the hill, he was forced to slow down, his glance darted around the clearing suspiciously. Gillian look up at him, waiting for him to start bitiching her out. "Gillian, come to me," Riddick said. The forcefulness in his voice surprised her. Her first reaction was to stay where she was, but his features made her pause. If she hadn't known any better she could of sworn that it was fear on his face. "Gill, over here!" Harry called. "Stay away from him, Gillian," Riddick said. "Come to me. Now." Confused, Gillian glanced back and forth from her husband to her brother. From her husbands fearful expression to her brother's warming on. If she had to choose one though, it had to be her husband. Slowly she made her way up the hill to her husband. The instant she felt her feet start to slip Riddick was already there to catch her and pull her into his big strong arms. Blaine then started to walk up the hill. Slowly Gillian became aware of the tension radiating from her husband. He held her crushed against his chest, one arm wound around her so tightly that should barely move. He remained silent until Blaine reached the top, then maneuvered himself a good distance from them. When Riddick finally spoke, his voice chilled Gillian to the core, "Did you really think you'd get those lands faster by killing Gillian and my baby?" Gillian gasped, stunned by the inclination. Blaine just smiled. Riddick moved over to Gillian horse and inspected the saddle, the cinch was cut, "So, was she suppose to fall off the horse." Riddick asked in a deceptively smooth voice, "Or were you just gonna push her in the river, let her drown." Gillian felt the air leave her lungs in a rush, but she refused to succumb to another panic attack. She breathed in and out, slowly for her and the baby's sake. "I don't know what you mean," Blaine said, a smile playing on his lips. "Did you really believe I'd let you kill her and I did nothing to you?" Riddick raised his voice. "You're crazy." Harry said. "No, you're crazy if you think you'd just come ad take my wife and child away, BLAINE!" Blaine's smile faded, "You can prove a thing." Riddick turned to Gillian and spoke calmly, "Go up to the house and get Jarvis and Jean, then I want you to stay there with Jack" Gillian was already shaking her head 'no' "Gillian, GO!" he yelled, something he hated to do but she wasn't listening to him. "Tell them, I need help with a body." Gillian stepped back, her eyes wide. "Riddick please don't kill him, he's my brother." "No Gillian, he isn't. He killed your brother 3 years ago. He's only here to kill you and our baby." Riddick's words shocked Gillian. Blaine was starting to show fear himself. "Gillian, baby. Do as I said." Riddck's voice was stern. Finally Gillian did as he said and made her way to the house.
There they stood. Watching each other. "There's no where for you to go. I've already sealed all the gates so you can't leave." "Please don't kill me, I'll leave, I won't come back. I promise!" Blaine pleaded. Riddick shook his head as he unsheathed his shiv. 'I love it when they beg.' He thought. Minutes later Jean and Jarvis were running towards Riddick, who was hovering over Blaine's lifeless body.
Riddick strode into the huge foyer, calling impatiently for his wife. He wasn't in a good mood; he'd been out all day looking at the damages from the hurricane that sweep through the compound the day before. Although the storm was gone the river behind the compound was steadily rising and he sent some men to assess the danger. It was 3 months since Gillian told him she was pregnant, and Harry was still with them. He knew that if he were to kick him out then, it would put excess stress on Gillian and the baby. He definitely didn't want that. Now he was cold and hungry and his wife was nowhere to be found. He had just opened his mouth to shout again when he saw Roman approaching him. "Where is she?" Riddick snarled. "Sir, Her and Mr. Harold are riding horses around the compound." "In this weather?" Riddick clenched his fists in frustration. He didn't like Gillian riding horses in her condition, especially on a day like this. The ground was way to slippery, and so was Harry. "I knew I should have kicked his ass out when I had the chance." Riddick said to himself. He never regretted it more than at that moment. Riddick whirled away; ready to go after them when Roman cleared his throat. "There's someone else here to see you. Mr. Jarvis."
Riddick paced the room as Jarvis talked. "Riddick, it took some looking around but I finally found it. Harold Hellax isn't even his real name, it's Blaine Tyler. He did work with Harold though. He was his servant; the bastard killed him and fled the scene. Mercs have been looking for him for over 3 years now." Riddick got angrier with each passing minute. "So you mean to tell me that this fucker's been in my house, around my wife and family and he's not even who he say he is." Jarvis nodded, "Where's Gillian?" "She's with tha asshole right now." Jarvis eyes went cold. It was all coming clear to Riddick. Why had the man waited so long to get in touch with his sister? Why hadn't he known little things about her, like her panic attacks? Because he wasn't her brother.
Gillian urged her horse after Harold's, but the toward the gorge that led to the river was difficult. Riddick wouldn't be happy at this point; she felt a twinge of guilt. She had accepted Harry's invite to ride so that maybe they could finally talk alone, and then maybe try to convince him that the lands weren't worth his life. Despite the cold weather and the muddy and slippery ground, Harold seemed determined to ride, than talk. "Harry, slow down!" she called to him. But he just kept on riding, faster and faster. Once over the gorge she looked around, no sign of Harry. She jumped down from the horse, "Harry?" she called. "Over here." He called back; there he was, at the edge of river looking it rage and roar. She walked slowly down the muddy hill almost slipping several times. Suddenly a large form was rushing out of the bushes, 'There's Riddick.' Gillian thought grimly. When he reached the top of the hill, he was forced to slow down, his glance darted around the clearing suspiciously. Gillian look up at him, waiting for him to start bitiching her out. "Gillian, come to me," Riddick said. The forcefulness in his voice surprised her. Her first reaction was to stay where she was, but his features made her pause. If she hadn't known any better she could of sworn that it was fear on his face. "Gill, over here!" Harry called. "Stay away from him, Gillian," Riddick said. "Come to me. Now." Confused, Gillian glanced back and forth from her husband to her brother. From her husbands fearful expression to her brother's warming on. If she had to choose one though, it had to be her husband. Slowly she made her way up the hill to her husband. The instant she felt her feet start to slip Riddick was already there to catch her and pull her into his big strong arms. Blaine then started to walk up the hill. Slowly Gillian became aware of the tension radiating from her husband. He held her crushed against his chest, one arm wound around her so tightly that should barely move. He remained silent until Blaine reached the top, then maneuvered himself a good distance from them. When Riddick finally spoke, his voice chilled Gillian to the core, "Did you really think you'd get those lands faster by killing Gillian and my baby?" Gillian gasped, stunned by the inclination. Blaine just smiled. Riddick moved over to Gillian horse and inspected the saddle, the cinch was cut, "So, was she suppose to fall off the horse." Riddick asked in a deceptively smooth voice, "Or were you just gonna push her in the river, let her drown." Gillian felt the air leave her lungs in a rush, but she refused to succumb to another panic attack. She breathed in and out, slowly for her and the baby's sake. "I don't know what you mean," Blaine said, a smile playing on his lips. "Did you really believe I'd let you kill her and I did nothing to you?" Riddick raised his voice. "You're crazy." Harry said. "No, you're crazy if you think you'd just come ad take my wife and child away, BLAINE!" Blaine's smile faded, "You can prove a thing." Riddick turned to Gillian and spoke calmly, "Go up to the house and get Jarvis and Jean, then I want you to stay there with Jack" Gillian was already shaking her head 'no' "Gillian, GO!" he yelled, something he hated to do but she wasn't listening to him. "Tell them, I need help with a body." Gillian stepped back, her eyes wide. "Riddick please don't kill him, he's my brother." "No Gillian, he isn't. He killed your brother 3 years ago. He's only here to kill you and our baby." Riddick's words shocked Gillian. Blaine was starting to show fear himself. "Gillian, baby. Do as I said." Riddck's voice was stern. Finally Gillian did as he said and made her way to the house.
There they stood. Watching each other. "There's no where for you to go. I've already sealed all the gates so you can't leave." "Please don't kill me, I'll leave, I won't come back. I promise!" Blaine pleaded. Riddick shook his head as he unsheathed his shiv. 'I love it when they beg.' He thought. Minutes later Jean and Jarvis were running towards Riddick, who was hovering over Blaine's lifeless body.