A/N: Cosmicgirl22 and I would like to thank all of our reviews. You guys rock.
Why are there so many Riddick/Jack fics? I hadn't realized Riddick was a freakin' PEDOPHILE!! Seriously people, she's like thirteen and he's like thirty something. Huuuge age difference. Unless Jack looks up to like, Anna Nicole Smith or something, I can't see it happening.
I apologize for that rant. Enjoy the chapter.
Eithne was starting to feel better, all the feeling having returned to her legs.
Luthan hadn't left her side the last hour, the only reason he had gotten up now was because there was a pounding on the door.
"The Lord Marshal wants the breeder," It was the soldier from earlier in the quasi-grotto.
"She's not well enough, Vaako." Luthan said, "She can barely walk."
"The Lord Marshal has sent for her." Vaako's eyes narrowed. "The attack on the Helion system is primed to begin."
Luthan looked over to Eithne, who was already trying to get up...she had calculated the odds...her sister would be on Helion Prime.
"It's ok..." Eithne stood on her feet and teetered a little. "I'm ready."
"Here put these on." Vaako attached a rope of chains to Eithne's wrists, they drug behind her as she walked.
Vaako led Eithne to the Lord Marshal. He was standing in front of the table that showed the planets, this time it showed the Helion system.
"Ah, " The Lord Marshal began. "I'm glad to see no permanent damage was done to my little helper...."
"What do you mean 'helper'?" Eithne asked, doing her best to stand straight.
"Tell me," he continued. "Which planet should I attack first...?"
"How should I know? Do I look like a strategist?"
"Must we go through this again? I'm asking you, Elemental" he said it as though it were a curse. "Which planet should I attack first?"
"Helion Prime..." Eithne answered, as the Lord Marshal circled her. "It supplies light to all the planets in the Helion System. I calculate that if you win Helion Prime, the rest of the planets are sure to fall, as they lie in darkness."
The Lord Marshal stood dangerously close behind her.
"I have always liked the dark." he whispered to her, as his gloved hand picked up a lock of her glowing hair. Then, letting it fall back at her side, The Lord Marshal turned to his troops.
"We attack Helion Prime. I want it mine by sunrise."
As Enya's feet hit the ground all Hell broke loose in New Mecca. Alarms rang loudly through the city and she could hear the sounds of battle ships. People began to scream and run about in a panic-stricken stupor. She sighed and made her way onto a rooftop.
Below her the people scrambled about, searching for cover. Above her, Enya could see flashes from the battling aircrafts, accompanied by the sounds of war. Her eyes skimmed over the crowd below and fell on Imam. He was holding a little girl with curly hair and was talking to his wife.
The small family began to fight their way through the crowd. Biting her lip, Enya tried to decide whether she should follow them or look for Riddick. She need Riddick but at the same time she couldn't just leave these people to try to defend themselves. A strange sense of dread came over her as she weighed her options. She knew better than to ignore that feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Ah, Fuck! She yelled to herself. Enya ran across the rooftops, jumping from building to building. After all her years of bounty hunting she had come used to a good chase, after all, she was one hell of a merc.
In the streets and alleys below, Enya saw Imam and his family stop outside a doorway. Her eyes turned to the sky and she saw an enormous pillar fall from the sky.
When the pillar's spiked bottom hit the ground, the force of it reached out. A strong wind swept over the people of New Mecca and Enya found herself hanging onto the rooftop for support.
She opened her eyes again. Most of the crowds had cleared but she could see Imam and his family running through the alleys. Enya set off after them again. After all of this, Riddick better show up.
Imam left his wife and daughter behind a large mass of stone. The man walked forward to check the next alley. He turned back to his family and signaled them to follow.
Enya's ears pricked up at the sound of clunking metal. Her eyes widened and she looked up. Coming straight towards them was a large number of Necromongers. Shouts from the opposite end of the street indicated to the guards of Helion getting ready to face their foes.
Dropping from the rooftop, Enya landed soundlessly beside Lajjun and Ziza, Imam's family. She quickly pushed them back behind the stones, just as the two groups of soldiers began to open fire.
The three of them huddled there, Enya making sure the other two kept their heads down. Behind them, the sounds of yells and gunfire filled the air. It seemed to last forever as dust from their hiding spot lightly covered them.
Suddenly everything grew quiet. Enya cautiously lifted her head to see a small blue orb shooting up into the night sky. She covered Lajjun and Ziza as the glowing ball swirled rapidly before crashing to the ground.
Another cloud of dust washed over them from the impact of the blue ball. Once the dust had settled, Enya chanced another peek.
The corpses of the Helion soldiers lay in a circle around where the blue ball had hit the ground. Lurking the shadows were countless Necromongers. Enya's burgundy eyes watched as they all ran in the same direction.
Soon the clunking of their armor faded into the distance and Enya stood, helping the other two up.
"Thank you," a teary Lajjun said while holding Ziza tightly. "You saved our lives."
"Don't mention it," Enya mumbled, dusting herself off. "Now let's get outta here."
She turned only to find herself facing a broad chest. Enya looked up into the goggled eyes of Riddick. Her stomach lurched and she immediately blamed it on not eating.
Without a word, Riddick turned and hurried down an alley. Enya urged the reunited family along, in front of her. They ran through the streets of New Mecca, trusting their lives to an escaped convict. For a brief moment Enya wondered if that was such a good idea.
Noises came from ahead and Riddick took a sharp turn and into another alley. He slipped into a hiding place while Imam and his family took one across from him. Enya joined Riddick.
Enya pressed herself against the wall while Riddick did the same. From where they were anyone passing by wouldn't see them unless they poked their heads out and waved frantically.
There were some pretty strange noises coming from the alleyway and Enya's curiosity was torturing her. She could hear people walking along with some sort of gurgling, shrieks. The shrieks got louder and a shot was fired.
Beside her, Riddick had removed his goggles and was now looking at the necros in the alley. Enya couldn't help but lean over and sneak a peek as well.
Recognition struck her and Enya stiffened. She thought back to the dream she had just before Aereon told her Eithne had been taken. Standing in the alley, holding a large axe was the same, horribly scarred man who had choked her sister.
One of her hands found its way to her throat as she remember all to clearly the strong grip of the brute. Enya's fingers brushed against the chain of her pendant and she was filled with anger. Her glowing hair seemed to brighten slightly as a small growl escaped her.
Enya was about to step out when one of Riddick's strong hands pushed her back against the walls. Silently, he shook his at her and Enya looked away, knowing she couldn't act now.
The shrieks grew louder again. Enya and Riddick both peeked out to see what was going on but quickly withdrew again. Enya could hear the footsteps of the Necromongers fade away as they chased after Imam.
From the hiding place where Imam had left his wife and daughter, came whimpers and the inhuman shrieks. Without a moment's hesitation, both Enya and Riddick had dashed across.
Ahead of them was a Necromonger and a creature wearing a helmet with a purple lense. A cord ran from the creature's back and to a small screen which the necro held.
Enya pulled her knife and planted it in the neck of the soldier. He dropped to ground at his feet as Riddick grabbed the creature's head. With one twist a loud cracking filled the air. The creature was dropped on top of the Necromonger.
"Take them somewhere safe," Riddick's gruff voice called as he ran off in search of Imam.
It didn't take long for Enya to find a shelter for Lajjun and Ziza. She led them to the door and made sure they got in.
"Stay here," Enya said urgently, ignoring the grateful words from Lajjun. "Someone will come for you when its safe."
Without another word, Enya left them alone. She couldn't baby sit all day, she had to find Riddick and save her sister before the whole planet went boom. How the hell am I supposed to get in anyway? Enya began to calculate the odds as her legs carried her swiftly through New Mecca. It seemed unlikely that she'd be able to get into the mother ship. Not without Riddick.
Suddenly Enya came across the corpse of a Necromonger. An idea came to her as she looked down at the armor and a small smile spread across her lips. Maybe she wouldn't need Riddick's help getting in after all.
The city stood in ruins, as necromonger statues were erected. Eithne stood in the sun, but it failed to warm her. Helion Prime now belonged to the Necromongers, and she knew she had played a part in letting that happen.
"Time to replenish the troops." The Lord Marshal said, a beaming grin on his face. He was obviously happy with the way his troops had conquered. "I want her somewhere with a good view." he said to Vaako, as he smiled again at Eithne. "I want her to see how persuasive I can be."
Vaako led Eithne by the arm to where the Lord Marshal had said. A small over hang looking down on the courtyard where the Lord Marshal was to enter. There were guards lining the over hang already.
"She's to stay here," Vaako commanded them.
"Don't worry, husband." said Dame Vaako, coming out from behind a beam. "I will keep an eye on this breeder."
Vaako's eyes shot from Dame Vaako to Eithne...as if he wasn't sure if he should leave them alone together or not, but then he gave a heavy sigh and went down to join his troops.
"So," Dame Vaako began once Vaako was out of ear shot. "You're the Lord Marshal's new pet?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Eithne said half-heartedly, she was too busy watching The Purifier enter the courtyard.
"Do you see those women standing there...?" Dame Vaako pointed to four woman standing together in a semi-circle by the door of the courtyard. "The Lord Marshal's wives." she whispered.
"I hope you're not implying that he intends to make me..."
"Number five?" Dame Vaako's voice was trying to sound innocent, but failed miserably.
Eithne's eyes fell back down to the spectacle below her. The Purifier's speech had the quality of music about it. She found herself being drawn in.
Enya shifted slightly in the armor. It was a little too big for her, even if the Necromonger she had taken it from was smaller than most. If the armor were any bigger on her she'd be swimming.
She stood at the edges of the crowd who was assembled in a courtyard. They stood in a circle around a small platform where the Lord Marshal and The Purifier stood. Throughout the room armed Necromongers stood, ready to attack anyone who tried to flee.
Her eyes roamed over the faces of everyone there. Most of the people of Helion Prime seemed scared while others maintained a defiant air. Enya was looking for one person in particular, Eithne.
She knew her sister was really close. Enya could feel her. The Purifier began to speak, catching Enya's attention. Immediately she recognized him as the one Eithne had kissed.
The Purifier went on about the Underverse and Enya tuned out. She had to find her sister and fast. Enya was now only vaguely aware of what was going on as she searched the crowd. Her head snapped back as she heard one man defy the Lord Marshal.
Eithne watched as one man stepped forward. "This is a world of many religions," he said. "We will not bow to you."
Walking forward, Lord Marshal glanced at Luthan. He faced the defiant man and with one deft movement the Lord Marshal's hand ripped through the man as though he weren't there. He held the man's soul high for all to see.
"Join him or join me." The Lord Marshal's eyes shot up to Eithne, but she wasn't looking back at him. She was locked into a gaze with Luthan, whose eyes pleaded with her...forgive me.
Enya looked over andraised her eyebrows when she saw the man's soul. She looked to Lord Marshal and saw that he was looking up at something. Enya's eyes followed his gaze and she there she saw what she had been looking for. Eithne stood on a balcony, surrounded by Necromongers and in chains. It took all of Enya's self control to keep from trying to rescue her twin now.
All around her the people began to bow and Enya forced herself to tear her eyes away from her sister. She looked around at the kneeling people and felt sorry for them. All of them had just abandoned their beliefs because they were under threat by a man who could steal their souls.
Enya saw one man standing next to the doors who did not bow. A small smile played across her face as she saw Riddick. All eyes were on the convict as he stood there, still as stone. Enya slowly made her way towards them.
One Necromonger stepped forward. "Take the Lord Marshal's offer and bow," the soldier said menacingly.
Riddick turned his goggled eyes to the necro. "I bow to no man."
This seemed to anger the Necromonger as he removed his helmet. "He is no man," he spat. "He is the holy half dead who has seen the Underverse."
"Look," Riddick's deep voice rumbled slightly and Enya, now only a few feet away could almost feel it. "I'm not with everyone here." He turned toward the massive man who had once held Eithne by the throat. "But I will take a piece of him."
Enya stiffened. It had been her plan to kill the necro with the knife in his back. He had harmed her sister and he wouldn't get away with it. At the same time she knew she couldn't act now, if she did she would easily be overtaken.
The Necromonger soldier with the knife in his back walked forward, his axes in hand. He faced Riddick, who remained unarmed, and swung the axes.
Riddick dodged with ease. It took only a few seconds for the convict to pull the knife out of the necro's back. In one swift motion he had lodged in the soldier's chest.
Gasps filled the air as the large man fell to the floor, dead. Ally eyes were back on Riddick who slowly turned to the doors.
"Stop him," Lord Marshal yelled.
Purposefully, Enya stepped in front of Riddick. For a moment his goggled eyes looked at her. She knew he could see her burgundy eyes even with the Necromonger helmet on.
The Lord Marshal picked up the knife which Riddick had used to kill the soldier. "Irgun," he said as Riddick turned to face him. "One of my best."
Riddick looked over Lord Marshal's shoulder and shrugged. "If you say so," Riddick's voice was offhanded in a mocking way.
Enya's grip on the gun tightened. She eyed the knife in the Lord Marshal's hand. There was no way she was going to trust this man, especially not when he was wielding a weapon.
"What do you think of this blade?" The Lord Marshal held the knife out and Riddick snatched.
After playing with it for a moment the muscular man handed the knife back and said, "I think it's a half gram heavy on the back end."
A smile spread across the Necromonger leader's face, sending rare chills down Enya's spine. "In our religion you keep what you kill," he said as he tried to force Riddick to take it. When the escaped con pulled his hand away, The Lord Marshal's smile broadened. "Take him to my ship. I want him for mind regression." Then he turned and motioned to a guard standing by Eithne. "Bring her."
Eithne was led down and walked back toward the Basilica, by the Lord Marshals side.
Enya stepped forward as other Necromongers surrounded Riddick. One of them was soldier who had taken off his helmet, he looked particularly peeved. She was about reach out and grab Riddick's arm when someone called out, stopping her.
"Wait," a woman said. Enya turned to see a woman leaving the balcony where Eithne had been. A moment later she reappeared and walked towards them. "Perhaps the breeder would do it if someone asked him."
The woman got very close to Riddick and Enya felt a relapse in her indigestion. Her eyes narrowed hatefully at the woman. Anything that was said between them wasn't heard by Enya as she watched the woman circle Riddick.
Soon Enya was following as the woman led Riddick by the arm. Her eyes never stopped glaring at the woman in front of her and Enya knew that if she wasn't wearing a helmet, her head would be glowing like a beacon.
They all arrived at Necropolis. It was an entire city compacted into the ship and Enya couldn't help but admire the shear size of it. There were enormous statues of the previous Lord Marshals which loomed up before them, dwarfing the people who walked busily around.
The woman in the fish-like dress led Riddick to a room off to the side. Enya tried to follow but the doors closed in her face. So with a disgruntled sigh she stood outside the doors, like any good Necromonger would do.
Eithne was standing above the Quasi-grotto, where days before she had been brought down to her knees by the Quasi's. She wished that she could warn the man below. He didn't seem to notice he was being led, like a lamb into the slaughter, by the notorious Dame Vaako.
The Lord Marshal stood behind Eithne, so close she could feel his breath on her neck.
"Let's see if he fares better than you did," he chuckled, and then walked past her, as if to get a better view of the proceedings.
Time passed slowly and Enya listened carefully. There were voices from inside, they sounded unearthly and made the hairs on the back of Enya's neck stand on end. She couldn't hear much of what was being said but she got the feeling that she might not like to know what was going on.
The Quasi's weren't wasting time. They had Riddick on his knees, his face flushed with pain and concentration. Eithne knew how it felt, and was amazed that he was holding his head up that well.
"We find fresh memories," the Quasi's said...."One of a girl named Jack....and one of a elemental...fire red hair and burgundy eyes."
The Lord Marshal rounded on Eithne, his mouth in a tight frown.
"He hides her name..." The Quasi's moaned.
"Dig deeper." The Lord Marshal commanded, and almost instantly Riddick grunted, trying with all his might to keep the Quasi's out of his head.
"Enya...." The Quasi's sounded close to gleeful. "Her name is Enya."
"Enya?" Eithne said half to herself....so this man knew her sister?
"We find Furyan energy....." The Quasi's sounded fearful, and so did the Lord Marshal.
"Where does he come from?"
Eithne's mind raced....Furyan? Could this man be the one the prophecy was about?
The voices were talking about Riddick, regressing his mind. From inside the room Enya could just hear the sounds of him struggling. They started to talk about Furyans and this seemed to get the Lord Marshal riled up.
He began to demand answers and Enya could swear she head a slight panic in his voice. Could it be that the almighty Lord Marshal was afraid of an escaped convict?
"Kill the Riddick, kill the Furyan," the voices screamed. This was Enya's cue.
She leapt into the room, closely followed by Necromonger soldiers. All of them began to attack Riddick with any weapon they could get their hands on. He seemed to do an excellent job of fighting them off as they charged and drew their weapons.
For a moment Enya stood, watching, unsure of what to do. Her eyes fell on the necro from before, he was about to stab Riddick from behind. The convict was had no idea as he was handling a soldier with a gun.
Without a moment's hesitation, Enya had drawn her gun. She squeezed the trigger and the gravity blast hit the necro square in the chest. He dropped his knife as he flew through the air and landed with a sickening thud.
"I want that breeder dead!" The Lord Marshal yelled down at them.
Enya looked up toward the voice of Lord Marshal, he stood in the balcony where her sister stood beside him. Their eyes met for a moment before Enya, knowing there was no chance of rescuing her twin, slowly backed away. Turning her back on Eithne, Enya ran from the chamber and followed Riddick.
"What's this....?" The Lord Marshal was instantly beside her. "Is that the Enya I keep hearing so much about?" His voice held a sinister edge that she hadn't heard before. "When we capture her...and we will capture her..." His eyes sparked as his hand moved in a swift gray stream up to Eithne's face. "Her death will be most painful.....unless you decide to convert now."
I will never join you or your death-worshipping religion." she sneered.
The hand that was caressing her cheek was removed, then flew back at her, knocking her three feet into the air and dropping her to the ground.
"You are wearing out my patience, Elemental." he said standing above her. "I want the Furyan!" he yelled out to his troops. "I want the Furyan and his bitch elemental."
As she ran down the street, Enya began to rip the armor off. Ahead of her she could just see Riddick, running with incredible speed. It would take a lot to catch up to him now.
Above her, a sarcophagus chip passed, carrying the soldiers. She watched in horror as it passed over her head and flew towards Riddick.
"Well, well, well," a familiar raspy voice said from behind her as someone slapped her ass. Enya turned quickly and came face-to-face with Toombs who smiled down at her. "What have we here? Trying to catch Riddick for yourself?"
Rolling her eyes, Enya turned back towards Riddick. "Will you just help him, Toombs?" Enya's voice was exasperated. "Then we can get the hell out of here."
Two rockets hurtled themselves at the ship which imploded, leaving Riddick unharmed. The con watched as the ship hit the ground, flipped over his head, and then went boom!
From the shadows stepped three hooded figures, pointing their weapons at Riddick . Enya walked alongside Toombs and together they stopped a few feet away. Riddick wasn't facing them, he was still looking at where the ship had crashed.
"What took you so long," Riddick asked smugly as he turned around. "I was getting lone-" he stopped short when he caught sight of Enya.
His jaw set and Enya looked away, feeling his eyes bore into her. Toombs gave Enya an inquiring look but didn't say anything. Not another word was spoken as Toombs motioned for one of his men to shoot Riddick.
The last thing Enya saw before the net covered Riddick, was an angered look. Hiding under the rage was the unmistakable look of betrayl.