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There are scenes of EXTREME violence. If you have a faint stomach, turn back now.
Let the blood letting begin.
Riddick had been to many planets in the four years that he separated himself from Jack. He'd done things that he wasn't proud of but he had ceased to kill anyone who wasn't a merc, or those who had the balls to fuck with him.
But tonight, the one night he put his new found humanity aside, he planned on killing a whole hell of a lot of people. The reason was to save the one woman who loved him, the one who mattered, the reason why he decided to rejoin the human race in the first place.
In the years he spent in the slam, he'd escaped from some pretty secure facilities, but never had he intentionally wanted to break into one. Kalifa and Salim did their best to brief him on the structures that made up Faisal Mohammed's compound but nothing prepared him for the task of having to scale two walls, and kill a dozen men before he got to the second floor.
The adobe structure was not as well lit as he expected and he had sat on the stone wall listening to the revelry of the feast for nearly an hour before he decided it was time to move. He had heard enough.
"How many guards?" he asked standing on a wall off from the roof. The night was black, the way he liked it, no moons, barely any light and he thanked Imam's god that Salim and Kalifa weren't fucking amateurs.
"Ten to twenty total, at least a dozen on the first floor, two outside Faisal's quarters and two outside the women's quarters." Kalifa whispered adjusting his pulse weapon.
Riddick opted for his shivs. He fought better when the meat hit metal although if given the opportunity, he'd pick up any weapon and use it if it meant saving Jack. He looked down at the hand held PC, no bigger than a small book and quietly hit the keys. "Sasha, give me Jack's location." He said in a low calm voice.
"Twenty five meters down from your current location. Be advised that there are two guards outside her door and there are others coming. No doubt to start that beating they promised her. Be advised they have guns but no pulse weapons."
"What's her condition?" he asked quietly adjusting his position on the far wall.
"Nothing I can't fix. She was beaten but no permanent damage has occurred. She's been drugged and given the antidote but it may not neutralize it in time to save her from…"
He stopped her mid sentence not wanting to think about that, "We go in from the far courtyard. I don't care if you see a kid out in the hallway, if it ain't Jack or Anne," looking at Kalifa, "kill them. I don't have time to fuck around."
"I will not kill a woman or a child." Salim stated as plainly as he could without making Riddick angry.
"You will if they've got a gun pointed at your head." He growled. "Let's go."
Riddick adjusted Sasha back into his vest and dropped down into the courtyard without a sound. The darkness made it easier for him to see and he was able to find at least two guards he could kill without any problems. His animal side had emerged and he embraced it because it meant no remorse, no humanity, just pure rage.
It was time to start killing again.
Anne stood outside the women's quarters wanting desperately to run and hide. The peach stone walls were bright and she realized that it gave her position away too easily, dressed in her black abaya and veil, but she had a mission of her own. She wouldn't let Ziza or Farah find sanctuary with the other women who's only crime was to have been married into a barbaric family.
She wanted them to die, painfully. She wanted revenge.
She locked the door shut behind her and broke the key off in the lock leaving her and the two most evil women in New Mecca to deal with the oncoming fray. The guards, preoccupied with the noise from the feast, barely noticed the metallic snapping sound her key made when it broke of in the lock. She secretly hoped that she could witness them get their just rewards but knew that when death came it would be swift and painful, then she would be free.
In her hand was a pulse weapon, one she had stolen from the weapons' locker during the feast and she held it underneath her abaya as she walked. Her hand shook as she padded down the dimly lit hall. She tried to make it back upstairs when she heard Akbar and Faisal along with his four other brothers still conscious after their debauched feast making their way to his chamber where a drugged Jack lay helpless. She hoped not so helpless now, since she had taken the antidote, but her hope was short lived when Akbar caught sight of her and told her to come to him.
She looked at him like a deer in the headlights. "No!" she whispered frantic and turning tail and breaking out into a run.
"Better go catch your wife there brother, you may need her to fix up our little diversion. She's good with a needle and thread, isn't she? Maybe she might even want to join us?" Faisal ordered laughing as he and his brothers adjusted themselves in anticipation of diving into the Adeni and savaging her like the other women.
Akbar, a smaller and thinner version of his older brother half walked, half ran towards Anne as she made her way to the courtyard. (This being the very same courtyard where Riddick, Salim and Kalifa had just dispatched two guards and were working on killing three more.)
Riddick seemed to enjoy the darkness more than his partners as his two shivs moved with surgical precision through the increasing melee. The primal part of Riddick that wanted revenge for all the running that he had to do over the years, the scared looks in Jack's eyes he'd had to endure because of the nightmares they had caused, and the nightmares of his own past, felt acutely alive when his hands got messy with blood.
"Where the fuck are they all coming from?" he shouted as six more came into view. He didn't care his one concern was getting up those stairs and down the hall.
"GO Riddick. We shall take it from here." Salim told him taking out his scimitar.
Riddick's eyes darted from Salim and Kalifa to the doorway where he saw a girl running. His heart leapt in his chest thinking it could be Jack but when the veil came off and a snow white blonde came into view he knew it had to be Kalifa's woman, and on her heels was a mini version of the man he wanted to kill. He shouted to Kalifa who took his direction and ran passed her giving her only a cursory glance as he disappeared into the corridor.
Anne appeared and screamed taking the attention off of Riddick and centering it on Kalifa who had just killed another guard and turned his attention menacingly on Akbar.
Jack lay helpless on the bed and began to feel the cold steel of the shivs against her skin through the satin that covered her buttocks. She looked towards the door and knew that it wouldn't be long before the wolves were not only at the door but coming in for a bite to eat.
She cursed herself for allowing this to happen. It wasn't like she'd planned it. Remember what he taught you, she thought to herself. How many can you tell are coming?
Listen to their footsteps. Big man, that had to be Faisal, that fat fuck. Two smaller men, lighter, had to be his brothers, two guards outside the door, and I can't tell how many more damn it. They were talking loudly which made it harder for her to determine exactly how many.
I'm screwed if I can't get off this bed. God Riddick! Where the fuck are you?
The door opened and he stood staring at her. His mouth dropped and through the sheer fabric of the veil she could see the drunken lust in his eyes.
Oh shit…Oh shit … she thought in a panic.
She was dressed so provocatively that there wasn't much left to the imagination. His brothers, close on his heels, congratulated themselves for being so fortunate to have the chance to savage a beautiful woman. Their taunts and sneers began and Jack felt sick and cold inside.
In a pair of sheer genie pants in gold and white, the color of a virgin, and a top that stopped just underneath her breasts and barely covered her arms she laid with a veil of pure white covering her face. Her hurried breaths of panic blew it up and down, exciting the men around her who touched the skin they would devour with sadistic glee.
"Adeni, so nice to see you." he said in his most sadistic voice. "I have waited and searched for some time for you. You are a very expensive baghi and I plan on getting my money's worth. Your flesh will be sweet and I will savor the pain I will cause you. You will learn obedience, and you will bow to me."
"Not fucken likely you asshole. Get away from me you limp dick! What you can't get it up by yourself, you need an audience to get you off you fat fuck?" she asked in a slurred put-on voice. The drug had worn off but her limbs were still slow to respond and she would have a very hard time fighting him off.
She resigned herself to the fact that he was going to kill her, that Riddick wouldn't make it in time to save her so she figured she wouldn't give the son of a bitch the satisfaction of seeing how terrified she was.
"No, once I am finished, they will also have a taste." He told her removing his robe and taking his tunic off leaving him bare chested an ominous.. "It's only fair, we always share don't we my brothers?"
They all laughed and surrounded her taking their robes off leaving them clad in only their tunics. They all looked feral and stank of wine, leering at her taunting her in Arabic. The rage inside her was swelling and she knew that she had to do something or she would be in serious trouble.
God Riddick hurry the fuck up. I can't fight all of them off me.
"Fuck you all." she spat as she tried to move but couldn't manage to get off the bed. She rolled onto one side still clutching the knives Anne gave her, but the way the fabric of her outfit laid, she still had the element of surprise.
"That Adeni, is the idea. You will fuck us all... More to the point, we will fuck you, OVER and OVER." he spat slapping her back down and splitting her lip. "And you will bleed for us, from every orifice and we will know you in every way."
"Is that the best you got 5 minute man?" she snarled spitting blood in his face causing his brothers to laugh at him.
"She knows your number Faisal." His younger brother Farad said standing far enough away to taunt him.
"Bitch! I will kill you when we are done, I will slit you starting from your sweet honey pot to that beautiful set of breasts. Silence woman!"
"Not on your life little man! You couldn't get hard in a whore house. Fuck you." she said suddenly feeling strength enough to fight. Her knife came up and sliced his chest, a superficial laceration but one that caught him off guard.
"Bitch, you cut me. Take her my brothers, I will make you pay for that…" he growled holding his chest. He backhanded her face and punched her torso, left and right, pummeling her enraged that she had cut him.
His brothers grabbed her arms and legs and he took the knife away from her and ripped her pant legs away revealing tatters of fabric covering her pelvis. Their hands pawed her sensitive flesh and pinched her nipples jeering at her until she screamed in pain while Faisal undressed.
"Don't fucken touch me you son of a bitches!" she screamed as she flailed against them.
"Move again, maumas (whore) and I will stick that knife so deep into you that you will beg me to die." He said lowering his trousers. The more she fought him the more he wanted her, he wanted to sink deep into her and rip her to shreds.
He wanted to tear her down, destroy her in the only way that made him feel alive. He held the knife to her throat as he leaned towards her, the fleshy part of him protruding towards her as his rancid breath choked her.
"You will die you mother fucker. You will not take me alive." She screamed kicking and screaming as his brothers held her down. "It won't be me you're taking, it won't be me!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!"
He punched her hard in the face, knocking her senseless. It was then he grabbed her hips and pulled her almost off the bed leaning in to rip into her with his engorged erection taunting her bloodied thighs.
Riddick slammed opened the door and they all stopped dead in their tracks, Faisal's hands still on her hips. Their eyes went from the tall man they had recognized from that night in Imam's house who had claimed her for himself, to the two dead guards littering the doorway then back to their brother.
"Get the fuck away from her." They heard him growl, and watched as he descended upon them. In a cold animalistic fury, all they saw was a flash from his slivery eyes and the glint of steel as he pounced the closest man to him sticking him in the gut and then slashing his throat spraying blood everywhere.
The initial shock of the first attack was short lived and all that had a hold of Jack grabbed weapons. He looked at them menacingly as his hands went flying to the men that were holding her down. Their incapacitation was quick and he took his time slicing and sticking them until they were a mass of bloody bodies.
He was splattered with blood and his face, feral and brutal, finished the last brother then looked up at the one man he wanted to kill slowly.
Faisal grabbed his pants, knowing that his fight was just beginning and armed himself with Jack's knives. His grin of satisfaction graced him when he looked at the unconscious woman.
His smirk of triumph seemed to enrage Riddick even more. The cold glare that gazed back at him took the steam out him momentarily. When Riddick's eyes darted to Jack, laying there limp and bleeding, her head lolled to one side, signaled Faisal's opportunity to try and kill him.
How wrong the Pilgrim was thinking that he could best Riddick because of his connection to Jack.
"Mother fuckers couldn't find your own women, you had to steal mine? Big fucken mistake. You," he said pointing his shiv towards Faisal, "made three mistakes. First," he said moving him away from the bed, "you put your hands on her."
"She is mine and I demand your blood for killing my brothers, then I demand hers for this." he spat his chest dripping blood from Jack's slash. His face was pale with pain and Riddick smelled fear on him like a bad cologne.
Riddick stood there shivs ready and smiled. He remembered what Salim had said… big but slow.
"Second, you went after her. Mother fucker you need to learn when to quit." He said taunting him with his shivs. "Three, you went and pissed me off by hurting her." He said as they ran at one another.
Riddick was roughly the same size but in much better shape, and was faster and deadlier. Although Faisal did manage to cut Riddick on his side, Riddick sliced him up the abdomen first making him stagger back.
"That's to match the one Jack gave you. Except, mine's deeper…" He taunted with an evil grin.
Faisal, bloodlust so overpowering that he didn't think he could be harmed, lunged at Riddick. It was a tactical mistake too many in his life had made when he was in the slam and he felt good that the stupid fuck had made his job not only easier but more enjoyable.
"Big mistake motherfucker. This is for Jack!" he said as he buried one of his shivs deep into his back, finally hitting that sweet spot that he had missed when he had attacked Johns all those years ago.
Faisal dropped to the floor like a bag of cement. Riddick watched him twitch unable to move because he hit the one spot that would paralyze him. He stood back moved a stray hair from Jack's bloody face and moved confidently back towards the object of his hatred and rage. "Now, have you ever wondered how long it takes you to die when you're hemorrhaging from a slice like this?" he growled in his ear, his hands sticky with deep arterial blood as he grabbed him intimately pulling down his trousers and slicing the offending appendage off, throwing it at his feet.
Faisal sat there screaming, a deep red pool flowing from his spine down his backside and a deep spurting spray coming from the front staining not only his deep brown trousers but the floor next to him.
Riddick laughed listening to his screams enjoying the pain and mayhem he caused. The darkness called to him to finish him off but he stopped. He wiped his shivs on Faisal's darkening trousers and took a step back. He stood amidst the five men and took deep cleansing breaths to try and calm himself looking around at his handiwork.
Think of Jack… Think of her… Jack is the woman who loves you. The woman you love…
He needed his mind to go more towards the rational, and he looked away from the bodies and saw her laying so still on the bed. Her hair was still mostly in her face and there was blood on her cheek and her nose and her mouth was spilt at the corner.
He snapped back to his human side and went to her. "Jack?" he cried not wanting to sound so desperate but not being able to help it.
Please be alive, please, oh please don't be dead. You can't die on me. Not because of me…
He lifted her and saw the slices down her inner thighs from the knife he used to cut away her clothes, he saw the already bruising skin on her rib cage and the cut on her face.
She was so still.
"Come on Jack. Come back to me. Don't give up. Don't you dare!" His pained face was full of guilt and his eyes darted around wondering how he could have been so stupid to risk losing her, just to get the bounty off their heads.
He picked her up and pulled her into his lap and into a crushing embrace rocking back and forth.. It was one of desperation and despair.
She's gone. Fuck! No Jack, you can't leave me mow. No Jack. No. no. no.
He growled in her ear words so incoherent he hadn't realized what she was speaking until he heard her. "Air, air would be good big guy." She croaked. "Was I out long?"
"Jesus Jack!" he said chuckling. He held her less forcefully and smiled at her so full of emotion that he hadn't realized that tears, for the first time in twenty years had started coming down his cheeks.. "You look like shit kid."
"Nice to see you too there big guy. What did I miss?" she said trying to look around rubbing his cheek with her bloodied hand..
"Oh the usual. Can you walk?" he smirked helping her sit up.
"Where's Sasha?" she asked wincing. "She's got some go juice in there that's a rush and should get me going."
He removed the handheld and took an ampoule out and fast injected her. "Give it a minute and I should be right as rain. Won't feel a thing." She groaned as every part of her body screamed in pain.
He held her and took some of the tattered material and wiped off her face kissing her cheek and caressing her chin which seemed the only place that she wasn't bleeding or bruised. "Ouch. I'm all right. Leave it alone for now. You can pet me later there you."
But he knew she really wasn't. She couldn't stop shaking. She looked and saw Faisal still bleeding and barely alive.
"Nice work." She quipped, "you do bar mitzvahs?"
He laughed, a hard loud chuckle that drowned out the gurgling coming from the one man he wished would just die already.
She staggered slightly as her bare feet hit the ground, still clutching the veil. She stumbled over towards him, his eyes wide with fear. She had grabbed a knife from Riddick's vest, and limped over to stand looming in his face. "Faisal," she said dropping the veil on him, "I told you mother fucker, you don't ever mess with me, or that man." She said spitting on him. "Now shut the fuck up."
She grabbed his hair pulled up his face and slashed his throat spraying blood all over the floor.
"Jack," he said moving to help her walk. "Come on, let's get the fuck out of here. You need to see Sasha, I'll bet she's bitching already."
He held her arm and watched her stumble and hobble out of the doorway and over the dead guards just in time to see something sharp hit her.
"You demons! You devils! You have killed my children! I will kill you!!!!" Ziza screamed in a mad rush against Jack. With speed he hadn't realized, she had Jack and stabbed her with a long pointed dagger.
Jack looked at him as he lunged towards her. It was one of peace, and regret.
"JACK!" he shouted trying to get to her in time. Jack pulled the knife out of her shoulder watching the blood pour down her breast and grabbed Ziza by her veil pulling her down with all the strength she had.
"You should have taught your sons to be humans instead of animals. This is for all the things you did and said to me you sick bitch." She told her sticking the knife into her black abaya and pulling it down as far as her dwindling strength would allow her.
Just then Riddick saw her look at him. "Aw shit. Riddick?" she asked falling to her knees. For him, at that moment, time slowed down.
He couldn't breathe. A howl of pure agony escaped him as he reached her. "I'm sorry Jack, Stay with me kid, look at me…"
He dragged her away from Ziza's dead body and pulled her on his lap. Blood was pouring out of her shoulder and he put his hand against it to stem the flow. "Fuck Jack. Stay with me, come on baby. Stay with me."
"Riddick. Use Sasha, please. Save time." She her eyes rolling back, feeling faint. "Stay focused. You can do it."
"Sasha, damn it. Jack's fucked and I need you to do your thing." He said in a snarl. Jack's face was pale and she was losing consciousness.
"Riddick, she's losing blood but we can stem the flow for now. We need to get her to the ship. Have you killed everyone yet?"