I don't own anything to do with Chronicles of Riddick. However I do own Liz and anything associated with her, as mentioned at the end of this chapter. Also, I apoligize if the names are spelled wrong, I don't know how to spell them. If you know the correct spelling, please let me know and I will correct it. Enjoy.
Kyra and I sat down at the bottom of our "cage", where we had been for almost three months.
Suddenly we heard a familiar sound, the sound of the chains lowering a new inmate down into the pit. Kyra looked up interested in the new person forced into this hellhole.
I wasn't interested. If it was a female, she would be a bitch. If it was a male, it would be a sex-crazed asshole who wanted to find one of the bitchy females to hang out with.
Kyra's eyes widened. I looked at her surprised expression before turning to see the new inmate. My jaw dropped.
It was Him, the bastard. Black boots, black pants, and a black wife-beater on his still fabulous body. Five years had done him good.
His goggles were on as well. Kyra and I remained out of sight as we watched Riddick slowly lower down to the ground. Suddenly he stopped. Apparently the mercs who brought him in were talking to the guards about their payday.
"Take the money Tombs," Riddick said as he began lowering again. Once he was about five feet from the ground he was stopped again. What was going on with those mercs?
Riddick was apparently annoyed with being chained up. He lifted himself up and then fell back down. Then he began rolling himself up the rope.
Suddenly he rolled himself down, twisting the chains enough that they broke. He fell to the ground, landing on his feet.
The other inmates nearby began rushing toward him, attacking him. He took each one out. Kyra moved away from me slightly and picked up a nearby chain. She tossed it around the neck of another inmate and pulled him away from Riddick, which caught Riddick's attention.
He looked at Kyra through his goggles. His gaze remained on her until he heard another voice, a male's.
It was just that dumbass inmate who always made the speech about the difference between inmates and convicts. I usually ignore him.
"Which are you?" he asked Riddick. Riddick replaced the goggles on his face he had lifted up when he looked at Kyra.
"Which am I? I'm just passing through," Riddick replied following Kyra's direction. I followed behind him, quietly.
He turned and looked into one of the cells. Kyra jumped behind him and put some sort of knife against his back.
"Should I go for the "sweet spot"? Fourth lumbar down, the abdominal aorta? What a gusher."
Riddick turned toward Kyra and lifted his goggles up. "Where can I get eyes like that?" she said.
"You got to kill a few people," he replied. Kyra chuckled a little. "Did that. Did a lot of that."
Riddick reached behind him and grabbed Kyra's arms. He pinned them against her head against the bars of the cell.
"Then you have to get sent to a slam…"
"One where they tell you you'll never see daylight again?" Kyra interrupted. "Only there wasn't a doctor who would do a shine job on my eyes, even for twenty menthol kools. Is there anything you said that was true?"
Riddick lifted Kyra up a little higher by grabbing the bar behind her through her legs.
I couldn't hear them anymore, but I heard the name "Jack" and knew that he knew who she was. Obviously he had thought about her during the past five years, wonder if I was in his thoughts at all during all these years.
The light was kicked out and Kyra got out of Riddick's grasp. He turned away from me as I slipped between a wider place in the bars, behind him.
"The name's Kyra now and I'm a new kind of animal," Kyra said before jumping over the side of the bridge.
"Interesting," I said, drawing the attention of Riddick. He turned and saw me. His expression didn't change. I walked forward and stood in front of him.
"Liz," he said. I swung my fist and hit him, but not enough to really hurt him.
He looked at me with confusion in his eyes. "You lied to me, Riddick. So, how did you find us?"
I started to walk past him, but he grabbed me and held me in place. "I needed to see Iman about something and he mentioned that you and Kyra were here. That you killed people."
"Like Kyra said, 'Did that, did a lot of that.' How was Iman?"
Riddick lowered his gaze slightly. "He's dead."
I was instantly worried. "What about his family? His wife and the children?"
Riddick looked at me again. "They're fine. Zeeza is a bright little girl, but the other one, the little boy, was interesting" I gulped.
"How was he…interesting?"
Riddick tightened his grasp on my arm, but I didn't say anything more. "He didn't look anything like Iman, or his wife. Why is that?"
I shrugged. "I don't pretend to know everything about Iman's life."
"He was about five years old, just a little older than Zeeza. He has your eyes." Riddick said quietly, catching my eyes. My heart began beating faster. "Why does he have your eyes?"
I grabbed Riddick's wrist and tried to twist myself out of his grip, but he held tight. He pushed me against the wall of the cell, across from the bars.
"Tell me," he almost yelled.
I took a deep breath and looked into the silver eyes staring at me with anger.
"He's my son."
I figured it would be an interesting twist. Enjoy and Review.