Riddick slumped in his throne. Being king of the Necromongers was terribly lonely. Not only was he a different race, but Kyra had died in the hands of its previous king. And most of all, he was Richard B. Riddick: escaped convict, murderer. He wasn't used to being served or commanding an entire fleet. He was used to running from them and those damned mercs, killing them if they got too close. It just wasn't him.
For the past month though, he'd been obsessed with one thing: his homeland and its inhabitants. Well, the ones that survived anyway. Being the Necromonger king, he used it to his advantage. Sending his best intelligence officers out to gather information, he originally hoped to find the whereabouts of his former planet. His officers, though, had more in mind.
Soon enough, the doors to his darkened throne room opened and echoes of curses filled the atmosphere. He smirked and looked over at the girl struggling to free herself from his Necromonger guards.
"What the fuck did I do?! Let me go!" she screamed.
He watched her clearly in the dark kicking and fidgeting. The guards still held their stone faces. They dropped her directly in front of him and stepped back a bit. The girl sat frog-legged on the marble floor, looking around as she rubbed her aching arms. Riddick snapped his fingers and the guards left, closing the doors behind them.
He'd always wanted to do that.
The girl gasped a bit and looked around, wide-eyed. Riddick could see that she was trying to take in her surroundings but could see nothing at all. It was almost pitch black all around her. She stood up and continued to rub her arms. From what Riddick could see, she wore short, brown shorts and a white, sleeveless tank top with what looked like a net-like material over it. Her bulky boots matched her brown shorts. Both were made of crude leather. Her wavy hair, which was tied in a bun, looked disheveled, probably from her fidgeting.
He shifted in his seat and smirked at her. "Afraid of the dark?" he purred, his deep voice echoing throughout the vast throne room. She turned her head sharply to face his general direction.
"No." She spat. "Why am I here? What do you want from me?" she demanded. "I haven't done anything illegal here so why'd you have me taken?" She was a mixture of emotions. Annoyance, anger, and a hint of fear.
"Caught you at a bad time?" He asked sarcastically.
"Yes, actually. I was busy…" she trailed off.
"Busy…with what?"
"None of your damn business." She snapped.
"So you're a Furyan." He began.
"No shit." She rolled her eyes. "Why? What are you gonna do about it?"
He chuckled. "And here I thought my guards were mistaken, again." He said. "What's your name?"
"Why am I here first?" she asked.
"What's your name?" he stood up and walked to her slowly and silently. She had an annoyed look on her face. Fear and uncertainty were nowhere to be found.
"Why am I here?" she asked again, this time, very slowly and clearly.
He stopped directly in front of her and snapped his fingers again, making the dome glow a dim blue light. His eyes shone in hers and she gasped, a look of surprise clearly drawn on her features.
"What is your name?" he asked slowly. She gulped, feeling her heart rate raise quite a bit. She regained her composure and quietly swallowed the lump in her throat.
"Pain." She said, coming out more like a croak than she originally intended.
He smirked again. "Pain, eh?" he began, circling her. He stopped in front of her and looked down at her belt. His guards had taken away her shivs. "Never been in," he continued, looking back at her eyes. "Pain." His eyes probed hers and found what he was looking for.
She raised and eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. "Well you ain't feeling any Pain any time soon." She said haughtily.
A spark of Fury.
"You are Furyan." He smirked, rubbing his chin as if he was thinking.
"Like I said," she quirked her eyebrow. "No shit."
He furrowed his brow at her and gave her an intense stare. "Some way to treat a king."
She kept eye contact and returned the stare with almost the same intensity, eyes wavering just a bit. "Yeah, well, you ain't my king."
"But you're in my palace."
"Not like I wanted to be here! I was dragged to this gloomy hunk of emptiness, you know." she retorted.
"You're on my planet." He answered back.
"'Coz you destroyed mine, you asshole." The stare turned into a glare.
"Actually, it was the guy before me but good comeback anyway." He said, chuckling. "I didn't destroy Furya."
"The guy before you?" she asked dully.
"Yeah."
"Oh, and I'm the dairy princess of the past born of domesticated coconuts." She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "You expect me to believe that BS?"
"Truth be told, princess, yeah, I do." He said. "You see, the last guy before me got this prediction from an Elemental that a Furyan would be his downfall, so he wasted no time preventing that from happening." He said, pacing before her a bit. "It did anyway so now I'm king…you know that Necromonger way…you keep what you kill." He shrugged.
"You're a Furyan?" she asked as dully as before, crossing her arms under her chest and raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah." He nodded, crossing his massive arms over his equally massive chest, raising an eyebrow back at her.
"So you were that Furyan that 'would be he downfall,'" she repeated. "So then it's still your fault Furya's one big fuckin' mess."
"Hey, I didn't make that prediction!"
"So? If you weren't going to be his 'downfall', she wouldn't have predicted it in the first place!"
"I wouldn't have killed him if the circumstances were different!" he argued.
"What were the circumstances then?"
"None of your damn business." He growled.
"I'm making it my business."
"You're a stubborn bitch, you know that?" he asked, pointing a finger at her as he walked to his throne and took a seat.
She rolled her eyes, keeping her arms crossed as she shifted her weight in her legs so she was leaning to her right. She scoffed. "So I've been told."
Silence.
She watched him under the dim blue hue as he battled with his thoughts and a memory, it seemed, he was trying to forget. "What happened?" she asked softly.
He looked up at her and, for a moment, thought he saw the same glint of curiosity that Kyra's…Jack's eyes held.
He sighed. "I lost someone." He murmured, his voice an octave lower than normal.
"I'm sorry." She said.
"I just did, too, actually." She added after an awkward moment of silence. "So…I guess I know how it-"
"I don't think you do." He cut her off. "You didn't have the kind of past this person and I shared…it's a past no one should have to go through but…I'm kinda thankful for it."
"You're not the only one who's had a rough past, you know…you have no idea." She said coldly.
He looked her up and down once more before he spoke again, going back on topic. "My guards took you to me because they heard you knew Furya like the back of your hand, if you'll excuse the lame analogy."
"Yeah, so? What's it to you?" she snapped, going back to her rebellious self.
"I want you to show me the way to Furya." He said. "I want you to show me Furya."
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Pain was thrown into a cell and caged. She picked herself up and ran to the bars, rattling it fiercely as she growled in frustration. "Let—me—OUT OF HERE!" she screamed.
Riddick took two steps closer and held her chin in between the bars. "You ain't getting out until you cooperate, got it, princess?" he purred. She glared at him and jerked her head back, spitting at his feet.
He pulled himself up to his full height and towered over her. "Give her enough food and water to live, nothing more," he said to his guards. "Not until she comes peacefully." He added with a smirk.
"Bastard." She spat. He winked at her before he left. She kicked the bars as hard as she could in an attempt to rent out all frustration.
It didn't work. She was still very much pissed.
"Riddick." She growled.
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Yeah, I knew Riddick. I'd know those eyes anywhere. Baako's surgical shine job was absolutely flawless. Besides, I was there. I remember it like it was two weeks ago. Twenty menthol kools lay beside me as I sat watching. Baako asked me to assist him, so I did. I held Riddick's eyes before Baako put them in. I held Riddick's old eyes after Baako cut them out. I never left. Only did when the whole 12-hour process was done.
It was nothing, really. Baako was a really good friend of mine. Besides, back then, Riddick and I…well…we sorta had this thing going. Nothing serious, though. It only actually happened 'coz they had us share the same cell.
I knew Riddick…knew him when he still had his deep, blue-green eyes.
Yeah, I noticed them. Big deal. So maybe I sorta liked him a bit, even though he was shitty to me most of the time. I've been told I was a bit of a masochist. But what I really can't believe is that he didn't even recognize me! He didn't even look like he found me the least bit familiar! Didn't he even recognize my scent?
The big fucker.
But then, I can't say I blame him. My hair was chopped short (I grew my hair past my shoulders), and I was still on the under-developed-slash-developing phase. I was also a wee bit on the short side…5'4. Riddick would be about 6'2…you can just imagine. But we weren't a couple…and now I'm babbling.
Point is: I grew up. When I was at the slam doing time for assault and murder (they attacked my planet…damned Necros had it coming), I was pretty. I was still developing, but I was pretty (hell, I knew I was pretty since I was ten). But then like that saying goes: Late bloomers come out the best…or something like that. Thing is, I looked cute when I was 18, but now, I guess I'm as beautiful as chaos herself.
So I'm narcissistic…got a problem?
I really can't help it. Growing up, I've been told I was a cutie pie; a cute kid. But as I grew up, well, let's just say most of the asses I've ghosted either tried to or got too close to my skin. Okay, maybe I'm not that vain, but at least I'm confident.
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Pain sat on the cold stone floor and sighed. She looked around and observed. The dungeons were giving her goosebumps, and she hated it. She only got goosebumps when something's about to go terribly wrong. She carefully stood and looked around. Some inmates winked and whistled, some just stared. She ignored them and held the bars that held her in. She knew there was something wrong. She knew that her intuition was acting up again and it was never wrong. Just then, all other thoughts vanished to be replaced with one solitary word.
"Megaquake." She breathed. She crouched and pressed her ear to the ground. "Shit!" she spat. "ShitshitshitshitSHIT!" She heard the earth give a low frequency rumble and her heart banged against her chest. "It's coming." She whispered so only she could hear. Then, she did what she felt she had to do and called out with all her might.
"RIDDICK!"
Some of the men snapped at her, the others chuckled. "What do you think you're doing, little missy? Calling on the Lord Marshall using his name? Do you have a death wish?" one of the inmates joked.
"RIDDICK!" she called a second time.
"Scream as loud as you can, love, you're under ten feet of brimstone, even the dungeon guards won't hear." Said the old hag to her left.
Then she heard her grandmother's voice in her head. 'All Furyans have a special connection. All races have special connections between themselves. But non could be stronger than that of the Furyans.'
'What about the Elementals?' she heard her 10-year-old self ask.
'A wonderful race, they are, yes. But they have a different sort of connection. Ours is still the strongest above all other races.'
Pain took a deep breath and shut her eyes tight.
'Remember, my dearest, three's a charm.' She heard her grandmother's smiling voice before she screamed one last time.
"RIDDICK!"
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(Author's Note: hey hey...thanks for your reviews guys...y'all are really kind :D -sniff sniff- my first posted fic after the longest time...now I know why all them other authors love reviews so much...they give you a high!! lol but no, really. I really appreciate them. Oh and as you all noticed, I corrected a few. Furia - Furya. lol. I just watched Dark Fury...it's hard to find it here where I live but my dad came thru! :D)