A New Beginning
Lexie Mara
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you recoginize and I'm not making any money off of it.
Prologue:
She clutched the dark blade tighter in her hand, and glanced into the darkness. The silence was deafening. She sighed in relief and continued to trace the old pattern of scars on her leg lightly with the tip of the dark blade of her shiv. Well, not hers, his, Riddick's. Not that he'd ever care, he left 3 years ago without looking back. He dropped her and Imam on the first transport vessel they came across, and then he was gone, a few brief words to Imam and a quick look in her direction. Nothing more, no take care, no see ya later, nothing, just a look. She was proud of herself though, she didn't cry, she didn't scream and beg for him not to leave her. Not like she was doing on the inside. She watched him pull the little skiff out of the docking bay and into space. She just clutched the blade of his shiv, carefully hidden in her pocket, as Imam directed her towards their cabin for the trip to New Mecca.
She locked herself in the bathroom as soon as they reached the cabin, she pulled out the shiv and pressed the blade into her hand and dragged it across, watching the trail of blood suddenly swell up so suddenly, and then the rush, the adrenaline, the pain. It showed her she was still alive, it fed her mind's need for pain, for suffering. After everything that happened, she needed to feel something. And her emotions weren't going to be it.
She started a new pattern lightly tracing in her leg until it showed up pink, she kept repeating it over and over, pressing harder and harder each time. She could feel the warmth of her blood as it flowed over her skin and started to drip down her leg. She sighed as the rush slowly wore off. Grabbing the shiv she headed towards the bathroom on the lookout for Imam, not that he was ever up at this hour, she went through the daily rituals of cleaning everything, removing all traces of her previous actions.
Lexie Mara
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you recoginize and I'm not making any money off of it.
Prologue:
She clutched the dark blade tighter in her hand, and glanced into the darkness. The silence was deafening. She sighed in relief and continued to trace the old pattern of scars on her leg lightly with the tip of the dark blade of her shiv. Well, not hers, his, Riddick's. Not that he'd ever care, he left 3 years ago without looking back. He dropped her and Imam on the first transport vessel they came across, and then he was gone, a few brief words to Imam and a quick look in her direction. Nothing more, no take care, no see ya later, nothing, just a look. She was proud of herself though, she didn't cry, she didn't scream and beg for him not to leave her. Not like she was doing on the inside. She watched him pull the little skiff out of the docking bay and into space. She just clutched the blade of his shiv, carefully hidden in her pocket, as Imam directed her towards their cabin for the trip to New Mecca.
She locked herself in the bathroom as soon as they reached the cabin, she pulled out the shiv and pressed the blade into her hand and dragged it across, watching the trail of blood suddenly swell up so suddenly, and then the rush, the adrenaline, the pain. It showed her she was still alive, it fed her mind's need for pain, for suffering. After everything that happened, she needed to feel something. And her emotions weren't going to be it.
She started a new pattern lightly tracing in her leg until it showed up pink, she kept repeating it over and over, pressing harder and harder each time. She could feel the warmth of her blood as it flowed over her skin and started to drip down her leg. She sighed as the rush slowly wore off. Grabbing the shiv she headed towards the bathroom on the lookout for Imam, not that he was ever up at this hour, she went through the daily rituals of cleaning everything, removing all traces of her previous actions.