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"OUT!"

An indistinct voice shouted at her, at the same time as pushing her through the small door.  Rebecca was weak and as she passed the threshold she stumbled into one of her captors, her hands tied in front of her, she had a chance to steady herself, but she hadn't the strength.  Her eyes closed, her head resting on the mysterious person's shoulder, Rebecca felt herself slipping into darkness.  She had been pushed too far, pushed passed her limit, one more day of the beating and the starvation, and the lack of sleep, just one more day and she would break, or so they thought, but they seemed to have forgotten that she had been captured and tortured by the infamous Richard B. Riddick, the steely eyed devil.

"STAND UP!"

"I am standing up," Rebecca mumbled, she was so tired. 

Being pushed once again, Rebecca stood as straight as she could, swaying on her feet she felt herself away to fall again.  Summoning all of her strength, Rebecca once again fell into one of the indistinguishable figures, however, this time she sent them tumbling to the floor, Rebecca fell on top of who ever it was.

"Now, now, don't I at least get to know your name?  Or at least you…aaarrrrrgggghhh!"

Rolling off, Rebecca lay on the floor, her hands clutching the metal band around her neck.  She writhed and screamed, blood flowed from the scratch marks that she was leaving, trying to free herself of the most brutal piece of hardware she had ever encountered.  After a few minutes they stopped, out of breath from screaming, Rebecca lay still, a single tear in her eye.

"Up!"

"You…must…be kidding?"  Her breaths were raspy, her voice coarse.

"UP!"

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"Let her have a few seconds." Rebecca looked around shocked one of them was defending her.  "If she dies than we will never find him."

"The only way we will find out where he is will be when this bitch breaks!"

The argument had begun, now was her chance, for a little fun that would get her into a lot of trouble.  Placing two of her fingers in her mouth, Rebecca gagged, then vomit rose in her throat, pushing its way passed her fingers, it spewed out of her mouth, all over the bastard who had been shouting at her to get up.  Managing to get up onto her hands and knees, Rebecca continued to cough and splutter.  But that didn't bother 'them', one on either side with her arms wrapped in theirs, one in front and two behind, they dragged her along the corridor, dragging her through the vomit that covered the floor, and was continuing to flow from her mouth.

The guard in front was the one covered in sick.  "You will pay for that!"

"Cash, card or cheque, I'm good for them all."  Her head was bent, but he heard her words perfectly.  They had stopped, and her arms were released, but Rebecca did not get up from the ground, she was only just beginning to raise her head when it was yanked back for her, a hand held tightly to her messy hair.  Looking up she stared into the de-masked face of her captor.  His face had a large scar down the right side, passing passed his eye that was so obviously not the one he was born with.  The others shouting at him not to let her see his face, he moved closer to her.  Saying, "A war wound from your boyfriend."  Saying to the others, "Remove your masks, now!"

Rebecca held his gaze as the others did as they were bid.  She was desperate to see the faces of the other four, but she would be damned if she was going to let him stare her out.  "Must have been an off day, or you wouldn't be here now.  He should have killed you when he had the chance."  He pulled her closer to him; Rebecca winced in pain, feeling as if her hair was being pulled out of its roots.  "He'll be dead sooner than I will be."

"Now you will know who you are dealing with."  Placing his other hand on her chin, he forced Rebecca to look around the group that she had so desperately wanted to see, two men and two women stood before her, masks in hand.

The first was the one that had stood up for her, or so she thought by the way he looked at her, his brown eyes looking at her as if she deserved, and wanted, all the pity he could give.  Next to him stood the women, twins by the look of them, then finally there was the last of them, an evil looking man that held a clenched fist in his other hand, as if ready to strike should he need to.  Rebecca looked at them all in turn as her head was forced around the small group.

"Tell her your names, and how many friends you have lost because of her lover boy!"

"Brent Anderson, he has killed ten of my friends and colleagues, including my brother."

"Angela Whitman, I've lost three good friends to that son of a bitch."

"Erin Bush, only one person that has been killed by Riddick that means anything to me, my husband, Charlie.  I'm gonna make him pay for what he did to him."

"John Abrams, and I have lost too many people to mention, and I'm betting that you couldn't give a fuck who any of them are so I'm not going to tell you squat about them, 'cause you are going to die with that mother fucker and when you do they will all be there waiting to get their revenge."

Rebecca's face was pulled back to the one remaining person who had hold of her.

"So what's your story?"  She winced again as he yanked on her hair again.

"Riddick killed every person that has ever meant anything to me, and he took my eye and made me the bonnie creature that stands before you so I am going to kill him, but before I do that, I'm going to make him watch me kill you, the only thing that the murderous scum has ever loved, then I'm going to cut out his eye and leave him for dead, but unlike your lover boy, I'm going to make sure that he dies, with as much pain as possible."

"He can only be killed once, and you all want to do it in your own special way, so who's going to do it, 'cause once he's dead that's it!  I guess you got quite a predicament there."  Rebecca began to laugh again, Riddick could kill all of them standing on his head. 

The laughter was cut short, as was her breath, yet again.  As she lay on the floor he began kicking her in the stomach, chest and head, his feet stomping on her and forcing her back into the wall that was behind her.  Rebecca screamed in pain as each kick collided with her, she felt her lip burst again, she closed her eyes, wishing for it to end so that she could die in peace, or at least feel that she was dying.  The beating finally came to an end.  Lying on the floor with her eyes closed, Rebecca heard Brent holding her assailant back.  "She's no use to us dead, Captain Roberts."

Slowly she opened her eyes, Roberts, she had heard that name before.  She watched as he pulled himself free of his subordinate, leaning down he was in her face yet again.  "You recognise that name?  You should, Captain James Roberts."

Realisation showed on her face, terror and realisation, she knew who he was, she had laughed about him with Riddick, relished what he had done to this man and his family.

"You know what he did to them, to me.  Well look forward to him coming, because I'm going to do the same to you and to him before my time on this earth is through."  He held her face in his hand, forcing her to look at him yet again, at the scar that covered half of his face.  "I'm going to kill him, you can bet on that!"  Then he punched her, sending the world into a spin.  "Take her to the med lab, Anderson.  Get her cleaned up so we can start again tomorrow, everyone else come with me!"

Rebecca felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around her limp and tired body, felt the firm body against her broken and weak form, she felt comfort, then she felt no more as darkness took a tight hold of her and dragged her into its depths.