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"Don't try anything stupid," Johns said making Racheal walk a few paces ahead of him so that he could keep a good eye on her. He had his blaster pointed at her back. "I will shoot you."
"Where am I supposed to be going?" she asked irately, trying to beat down the grass with her feet, since her hands were still bound.
"Just keep going straight, I'll tell you when to turn." he drawled.
The only light was that from Johns' flashlight, which wasn't enough for her to see where she was going, but she trudged on anyway. Twice he had her stop so that he could listen to the silence of the night, but soon they kept their pace. Racheal realized that he wasn't doing anything to cover their tracks. He wanted Riddick to be able to follow them.
'He's wasting his time,' she thought to herself… 'Riddick will probably be glad to get rid of me.'
They walked for what seemed like hours before they reached a skiff. It was smaller than the garbage transport Riddick had hijacked, but it was still bigger than most skiffs. Johns ran a key card thru the Gate hatch and it opened slowly. It looked to have four compartments, complete with a fully functional bathroom and other utilities. He led Racheal inside and chained her to a metal beam in what looked like the holding room. After she was secured, he stepped back and gave her a long gaze. He had an evil grin on his face. She really didn't want to know what he had on his mind. Her eyes glanced over to the open door.
"Expecting lover boy?" Johns asked with a tilt of his head. Racheal's eyes narrowed at him. "That's alright," he continued, "I'm expecting him too." Johns walked over to a desk and opened his briefcase computer. He was typing in a message to Company letting them know he was close to Riddick. "You know," he said after a small pause, "Riddick has escaped from slam before," he paused, "he never has taken a hostage though." he looked at Racheal. "Wonder why he decided to start now?"
"You're asking me how his mind works?" she asked dismissively.
"You are his counselor." Johns taunted with a smirk.
"Only for two sessions." she reminded him.
"Another interesting point is that he had to go three whole corridors out of his way to get to your quarters." Johns inched closer to her. "Any idea how he even knew where your quarters were?"
Racheal hadn't thought of that but she honestly didn't know how Riddick had managed to find her that night.
"I honestly haven't got the slightest idea how he found me." she said trying to defend herself.
"Be sure to tell that to Company when we get to Hubble bay," he grinned. "You never know, they might believe it."
"Hubble-bay?" she asked.
"A max-security prison in the Tangiers System," he shrugged. "Guess the warden of Slam City didn't want Riddick back." he chuckled to himself. "It's quite a long trot from here…but we'll make it…don't you worry about that."
"If its in the Tangiers System, this skiff wont get us there." she mused.
"How very observant." he mocked, and left the room. She sighed heavily. He returned a few seconds later holding a plastic bowl filled with steaming food. He sat opposite her and began to eat. She still had the metallic taste of the green beans in her mouth from earlier. Her stomach ached for more food.
"Ya hungry?" he asked getting up and going over to her. He held out a bite to her on a plastic fork. She turned her head in refusal. "You're only punishing yourself by not eating," he held the fork closer. "Come on," his voice was a soft whisper, the asshole tone gone from his voice. Racheal saw that he could be persuasive and charming when he wanted to be. Her sense of smell taking over, she couldn't resist taking one bite. Stale chicken and rice not bad, not good either. "That's a good girl…" he said scooping her another piece of card-board chicken. They stood like this for a few moments with him feeding her carefully. He ate some himself with the same fork in between her bites.
After about 8 mouthfuls she had gotten full and refused anymore from him. He didn't press it, instead he stepped away and finished it off himself. He threw the remains away moved her to a cot in the corner.
"I'd love to stay and chat," he said restraining her to the metal bed frame that was welded into the metal floor, "but I got work to do. Try and get some sleep." Then he was gone out the door.
Racheal laid there in silence. If she could have gotten to her hands she would have been chewing her nails to the quick. She cursed herself for everything from coming out of that corner to joining Company in the first place. The only solace she had was knowing that Riddick was far away by now. No matter what Johns had said, she knew Riddick would've had the ship back in working order by now. He'd be in another quadrant by t he time Johns got back to the transport.
Hours past with no sign of Johns. Racheal drifted in and out of sleep. She had fitful dreams, again of Riddick. This time he was chasing her thru a dark forest, When she glanced backwards she saw him, his black prison tank top, his goggled eyes, his shaved head, even his expressionless face filled with cold determination, determination to catch her. His stride had been no match for hers and he caught up to her quickly. Tackling her from behind, he pinned her to the ground, but when he flipped her over she saw that it wasn't Riddick at all…it was Johns. That's when she woke up, still alone.
What seemed like hours past, nothing. Then suddenly she did hear something. Johns' voice, distant, but intelligible.
"Get your ass in there." he threatened. She heard footsteps coming to the door, then she saw him, Riddick, bloody lip, chains, and without his goggles on. Johns followed close behind, a satisfied look on his face. He had his blaster pointed at Riddick.
"Look what I found sniffing around outside." he said with superiority in his tone. He had been ruffed up as well. He tied Riddick in a crucifixion pose, standing up with his hands spread wide apart. His feet chained to the floor. Riddick looked over at Racheal, tied to the bed.
"Is it a new Company policy to chain up rescued hostages?" he asked Johns in a low tone.
"Let's just say it's my policy." Johns said, smirking. Johns turned to Racheal, gave her a long look then walked out of the room.
"They think I helped you." Racheal said once Johns had left. "That's why he has me chained up."
"I shouldn't have got you involved in this." his voice filling the cramped room.
"No, I don't mind. Like I said, I'm glad you escaped." she said.
Riddick made to say something but Johns came back in before he could. Johns was holding another plastic bowl of food.
"Here…" he held it up to Riddick's face. "I hafta offer you food." He was forcing Riddick to eat it straight out of the bowl, like a pig out of a trough. Racheal looked away. She figured it was demeaning enough to have to eat that way, without having to have an audience.
When he had finished eating, Johns threw the bowl away. He walked over to Racheal and gave her a drink of water.
"Sit tight." he said leaving the room. "We're getting ready to blast off this rock."
Sitting there waiting for the ships take off, she told Riddick that Johns had told her that they were going to the Tangiers System and a prison called Hubble Bay. Riddick seemed to have heard of it before, and he didn't seem pleased they were headed there.
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"Don't try anything stupid," Johns said making Racheal walk a few paces ahead of him so that he could keep a good eye on her. He had his blaster pointed at her back. "I will shoot you."
"Where am I supposed to be going?" she asked irately, trying to beat down the grass with her feet, since her hands were still bound.
"Just keep going straight, I'll tell you when to turn." he drawled.
The only light was that from Johns' flashlight, which wasn't enough for her to see where she was going, but she trudged on anyway. Twice he had her stop so that he could listen to the silence of the night, but soon they kept their pace. Racheal realized that he wasn't doing anything to cover their tracks. He wanted Riddick to be able to follow them.
'He's wasting his time,' she thought to herself… 'Riddick will probably be glad to get rid of me.'
They walked for what seemed like hours before they reached a skiff. It was smaller than the garbage transport Riddick had hijacked, but it was still bigger than most skiffs. Johns ran a key card thru the Gate hatch and it opened slowly. It looked to have four compartments, complete with a fully functional bathroom and other utilities. He led Racheal inside and chained her to a metal beam in what looked like the holding room. After she was secured, he stepped back and gave her a long gaze. He had an evil grin on his face. She really didn't want to know what he had on his mind. Her eyes glanced over to the open door.
"Expecting lover boy?" Johns asked with a tilt of his head. Racheal's eyes narrowed at him. "That's alright," he continued, "I'm expecting him too." Johns walked over to a desk and opened his briefcase computer. He was typing in a message to Company letting them know he was close to Riddick. "You know," he said after a small pause, "Riddick has escaped from slam before," he paused, "he never has taken a hostage though." he looked at Racheal. "Wonder why he decided to start now?"
"You're asking me how his mind works?" she asked dismissively.
"You are his counselor." Johns taunted with a smirk.
"Only for two sessions." she reminded him.
"Another interesting point is that he had to go three whole corridors out of his way to get to your quarters." Johns inched closer to her. "Any idea how he even knew where your quarters were?"
Racheal hadn't thought of that but she honestly didn't know how Riddick had managed to find her that night.
"I honestly haven't got the slightest idea how he found me." she said trying to defend herself.
"Be sure to tell that to Company when we get to Hubble bay," he grinned. "You never know, they might believe it."
"Hubble-bay?" she asked.
"A max-security prison in the Tangiers System," he shrugged. "Guess the warden of Slam City didn't want Riddick back." he chuckled to himself. "It's quite a long trot from here…but we'll make it…don't you worry about that."
"If its in the Tangiers System, this skiff wont get us there." she mused.
"How very observant." he mocked, and left the room. She sighed heavily. He returned a few seconds later holding a plastic bowl filled with steaming food. He sat opposite her and began to eat. She still had the metallic taste of the green beans in her mouth from earlier. Her stomach ached for more food.
"Ya hungry?" he asked getting up and going over to her. He held out a bite to her on a plastic fork. She turned her head in refusal. "You're only punishing yourself by not eating," he held the fork closer. "Come on," his voice was a soft whisper, the asshole tone gone from his voice. Racheal saw that he could be persuasive and charming when he wanted to be. Her sense of smell taking over, she couldn't resist taking one bite. Stale chicken and rice not bad, not good either. "That's a good girl…" he said scooping her another piece of card-board chicken. They stood like this for a few moments with him feeding her carefully. He ate some himself with the same fork in between her bites.
After about 8 mouthfuls she had gotten full and refused anymore from him. He didn't press it, instead he stepped away and finished it off himself. He threw the remains away moved her to a cot in the corner.
"I'd love to stay and chat," he said restraining her to the metal bed frame that was welded into the metal floor, "but I got work to do. Try and get some sleep." Then he was gone out the door.
Racheal laid there in silence. If she could have gotten to her hands she would have been chewing her nails to the quick. She cursed herself for everything from coming out of that corner to joining Company in the first place. The only solace she had was knowing that Riddick was far away by now. No matter what Johns had said, she knew Riddick would've had the ship back in working order by now. He'd be in another quadrant by t he time Johns got back to the transport.
Hours past with no sign of Johns. Racheal drifted in and out of sleep. She had fitful dreams, again of Riddick. This time he was chasing her thru a dark forest, When she glanced backwards she saw him, his black prison tank top, his goggled eyes, his shaved head, even his expressionless face filled with cold determination, determination to catch her. His stride had been no match for hers and he caught up to her quickly. Tackling her from behind, he pinned her to the ground, but when he flipped her over she saw that it wasn't Riddick at all…it was Johns. That's when she woke up, still alone.
What seemed like hours past, nothing. Then suddenly she did hear something. Johns' voice, distant, but intelligible.
"Get your ass in there." he threatened. She heard footsteps coming to the door, then she saw him, Riddick, bloody lip, chains, and without his goggles on. Johns followed close behind, a satisfied look on his face. He had his blaster pointed at Riddick.
"Look what I found sniffing around outside." he said with superiority in his tone. He had been ruffed up as well. He tied Riddick in a crucifixion pose, standing up with his hands spread wide apart. His feet chained to the floor. Riddick looked over at Racheal, tied to the bed.
"Is it a new Company policy to chain up rescued hostages?" he asked Johns in a low tone.
"Let's just say it's my policy." Johns said, smirking. Johns turned to Racheal, gave her a long look then walked out of the room.
"They think I helped you." Racheal said once Johns had left. "That's why he has me chained up."
"I shouldn't have got you involved in this." his voice filling the cramped room.
"No, I don't mind. Like I said, I'm glad you escaped." she said.
Riddick made to say something but Johns came back in before he could. Johns was holding another plastic bowl of food.
"Here…" he held it up to Riddick's face. "I hafta offer you food." He was forcing Riddick to eat it straight out of the bowl, like a pig out of a trough. Racheal looked away. She figured it was demeaning enough to have to eat that way, without having to have an audience.
When he had finished eating, Johns threw the bowl away. He walked over to Racheal and gave her a drink of water.
"Sit tight." he said leaving the room. "We're getting ready to blast off this rock."
Sitting there waiting for the ships take off, she told Riddick that Johns had told her that they were going to the Tangiers System and a prison called Hubble Bay. Riddick seemed to have heard of it before, and he didn't seem pleased they were headed there.
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