(Author's Note: Haha! Chapter 3 :D
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IMO, part of this chapter's kinda redundant…I'll fix that soon…Malphas hasn't been a good beta to me lol. I thinkthis chappyain't my best but I'll fix it. This chapter is kinda "informative" or something…I dunno…just read :)
I'll post chapter 4 depending on the reviews I get…if you like it, yay! Post! If you don't, I'll be forced to shrink and curl up in my sad corner, ne'er to write again………
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Chapter Three: Wakita
Wakita waited until Riddick was out of the room before walking over to his seat at the head of the table and made herself comfortable. The others sat as well.
"It is quite evident that he has plans for colonization." She began. "He is finally taking more action. He is finally acting like a king." She smiled triumphantly.
"He was doing quite well for our race in this past year even without her." Rolyn argued. "He was actually taking care of us, more or less."
"He wasn't being as aggressive as he should have been!" she hissed. "Look at him now, he is more in control, more…determined."
"It really was her, then?" asked one of the other 10 advisors Riddick had, including Wakita and Rolyn.
"Indeed, Ninae." Wakita's smile widened. "And it was my stroke of brilliance that brought back his spirit."
Rolyn sighed. Power-hungry Wakita always thought of herself as the true leader of the Necromongers. She had always thought that Necropolis was an awesome nation because of her. She had always insisted that she was, in some way, its rightful ruler; that she was the puppeteer holding the strings of every Lord Marshal up and doing with him as she saw fit. Her decisions, her nation.
But when Riddick had become Lord Marshal, she was having a bit of trouble. By suggesting to the previous Lord Marshal that he should have every Furyan killed so that prediction would never come true, she thought she was safe, controlling the easiest puppet she had ever come across. She figured that she'd stay his loyal and most trusted advisor until he was too old and then kill him, taking her rightful place as "The True Necromonger Ruler."
But her plans were destroyed. Somehow, Riddick had escaped.
When Riddick finally came to Helion Prime, she got to work pulling every string her long, slender fingers could. She had told the Lord Marshal to get the newly-converted girl to try and convince him to give up when she saw how much she meant to him if he had gone through all that just to get her. When the girl didn't work, Wakita had Riddick and the Lord Marshal fight. It was just unfortunate for her when her strings got tangled up with another puppeteer's set of strings: Dame Vakko and her puppet, otherwise known as her husband.
Riddick ended up killing the Lord Marshal, putting Wakita's plans for Necromonger domination on hold. She tried immediately to tie her strings around him but somehow, he'd manage to cut them off.
But Rolyn figured she'd recover from her rut sooner or later. And she did. He could feel her aura shift and hold almost the same amount of confidence she had held before.
"Everything is going just as it's supposed to be." Wakita smiled.
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Pain was still awake by the time Riddick returned to the room. He stopped in mid-stride when he saw her sitting up in bed looking right at him with sleepy eyes. "You're supposed to be asleep."
"I couldn't sleep."
"How come?" he closed the huge doors and walked inside. Adjusting her eyes to the darkness, she watched him cross the room to stop in front of a full-length mirror. He took off his regal cloak and hung it over the mirror, revealing a black wife-beater and a slightly bulky pair of pants. It was also only now she noticed his bulky black boots. "Why can't you sleep?" he asked her again. His voice shook her out of her reverie and she, as soon as she realized it, immediately stopped staring.
"I—I don't know." She answered truthfully. 'Maybe it's because I'm afraid,' she thought then mentally kicked herself afterwards. 'Afraid? Where the fuck did that come from?'
"Afraid?" She jumped, thinking he'd read her mind. He chuckled. "And jumpy." He said, flopping onto the king-sized couch. "You're gonna need your strength…we're leaving tomorrow, first thing." He said. "That's what you wanted, right?"
"Yeah."
"Can you handle it?"
"Yeah, I can handle it." She scowled, falling back on one of the soft-as-air pillows he had spread all over his bed. "I'm not sick or dying or anything, and I'm not weak…I just used a lot of energy call…uh, a while ago." She stopped herself. Maybe reminding Riddick that I called on him isn't such a bright idea, she thought to herself. He seems pretty damn cocky at the moment.
He gave a little laugh. "Right." He said, laying back down on the cushions with his hands entwined under his bald head. "Sleep. Be sure you're ready for tomorrow, I'm wakin' you up bright an' early."
"Fine." She grumbled, pulling the covers over her shoulder as she turned her back to him.
"'Night, princess."
"Good night…" she trailed off, eyes wide awake.
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A little after she fell asleep, she felt a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her awake. She groaned and pulled the sheets over her head. The same hand, she figured, grabbed the sheets and pulled it off her. She curled into a ball as she grabbed a pillow and threw it over her shoulder, hoping it hit the person bothering her. She heard a growl and felt the hand shake her again. She groaned louder in protest and in reply to the growl as she got another pillow and this time, covered her face in it.
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"Leerrve mee alroore…" He heard her say through the big pillow she had covering her face. Riddick clenched his jaws and pulled the pillow off her, hoping she doesn't hit him again with another one.
"Pain," his voice rumbled. "Wake up." He growled. 'Now…before you get me even more pissed…' he added silently as he tried to shake her awake one last time.
She faked sobs and sat up. "Fuck…I just fell asleep…" she whined, yawning. She squinted at Riddick and scowled at him. "Way to ruin a perfectly good dream…I was actually real close to finally—"
"Kissing your dream prince? This ain't no time for fantasies, princess. We're leaving right now." He said, walking over to a closet about the same size as everything was in his room – extra large. He pulled out a red, ragged-looking cloak and slipped it around his shoulders. He grabbed his goggles and pulled it over his head.
Pain rolled her eyes and got off the bed. "I know, I know," she said, walking over to the window where the curtains were fully drawn. "And for your information, I wasn't about to kiss my dream prince," she spat the last two words like it left a bitter taste in her mouth. Just as Riddick was about to pull the goggles over his eyes, she jerked the curtains open and let the bright sunlight fill the dim room. Riddick winced and turned away.
"What the hell are you trying to do? Blind me?" he growled, securing the darkened lenses over his eyes. He eyed her as she walked to him.
"I was finally going to lay one big one right…here." She said, lightly brushing his full lips with her fingers as she walked past him towards the door.
Riddick smirked. "Now I know what's going on every time you call my name in your sleep." He purred. "If you're dreaming of makin' out with me, you can just say so…it might even become reality." He placed both hands on either side of his hips, quirking his eyebrow suggestively.
"Who ever said I was going to kiss you?" she smirked back before walking out the room, leaving Riddick staring after her swaying hips. He shook his head and looked back around his room, eyes falling on his disheveled bed. It was big enough to fit three of him and she had all that space to herself. He would have shared the bed with her if she asked. He shook his head, sighing. 'Can't you please think with your other head?' He said to himself before his thoughts went back to Pain's hourglass shape.
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"Is the ship ready?" Riddick asked the man in charge of the hangar as they walked briskly towards the ship itself. Pain was still tying the laces of the red leather tube top that was neatly prepared on her bed the moment she stepped out of the shower. Riddick glanced at her over his shoulder as she fiddled with the straps. The tube top she was wearing looked like a corset but instead of being tied behind, the laces were in front. It started about three inches below her collar bone and ended at the bottom of her ribs, exposing her flat stomach nicely. She also wore a matching pair of tight red leather pants that hugged her hips and a pair of bulky, black boots.
He turned his attention back to the ship and the man in charge who was apparently explaining the ship to him the whole time. "…And that's how it works." Riddick caught his last few words. "She's amazing, isn't she?" he sighed, gesturing to the ship.
Riddick grunted his reply. Looking more closely, he saw two men, one younger than the other, talking with Wakita. Rolyn was just behind her, listening. "Are those our scientists?" he asked the man again.
The man nodded. "Yes," he said as the three of them reached the ship. Wakita turned and bowed to Riddick. The others followed.
"Lord Marshal," Wakita began. "This is Dr. Bachus Pi, our head medical scientist," he said, emphasizing the word medical as she gestured to the older man. He smiled and bowed. Riddick nodded his head once and looked at the younger one. He looked like he was in his early twenties and noticed that he kept glancing at Pain who, at that moment, was busy sliding her shiv's into the black belt that hung around her hips.
"And this, My Lord, is his assistant and student Cadren Aveller." Wakita continued. Cadren tore his eyes away from Pain and turned to meet Riddick's glowing ones. Riddick quirked an eyebrow and Cadren bowed.
"The co-pilot," Riddick began. "Where is he?"
The man then cleared his throat and bowed a bit. "That would be me, Lord Marshal." He said. "Oh!" he exclaimed, smacking his forehead. "I haven't introduced myself. I am Captain Abram Tooks, in charge of your hangar and assigned to co-piloting your ship." He said, smiling. "Everyone just calls me Cap'n Tooks or just plain ol' Tooks, sire." He added.
"Yes, well, very nice." Wakita began, obviously forcing a smile. "That's every ship personnel you asked for, Lord Marshal. Clothes and food have been taken care of and are in the cargo, and the fuel tank and reserves are fully replenished." She said. "Anything else, sire?"
Riddick looked at Wakita for a moment or two before replying. "No." he said.
"Er, very well, Lord Marshal," she said, backing up a bit. Rolyn followed. "We shall head on to Control and oversee your safe departure." She said, bowing to him before turning her back and leaving. Rolyn bowed, as well.
"Safe journey, Lord Marshal." He said, and left to follow Wakita.
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(Author's Note: Oh yay! 3rd chapter heehee! To be honest with y'all, I'm so touched by the reviews y'all submitted! I really hope you guys continue to read on, and I really hope you like what you just read :D kisses!)