She was a fighter Riddick could see that. Her eyes were never still, always watching and marking anyone who she deemed as a threat or not. The beast within Riddick growled to know where he stood with the newcomer.
The crowd milled around them, sometimes covering her from his goggled view, other times pushing them within centimeters of touching. The fights were to begin soon, most of the crowd having placed their bets with the bookies earlier. The underground cage fights appealed to the inner beast's need for blood, and Riddick needed the money to escape any mercs that believed 'Richard B. Riddick' wasn't dead but hiding as Jack Stevens. If tonight went the way he hoped, Riddick would be more than satisfied with everything he would win.
As soon as she stepped through the door, Fayt felt the man's eyes on her body. Fire danced along her exposed skin, but the petite blonde wasn't sure if the fire was from anger or just her body answering the need she felt from the man's eyes. Fayt hadn't felt that need since Spike, but that was a very long time ago and she needed to forget it. Her past was part of the reason she was here at the cage fight.
After the 'Event', her memories of past lives overpowered her mind, forcing her into a coma for months. During that time her subconscious poked and prodded her new memories and began to learn her true history. With this new knowledge, Fayt felt more herself. Understanding everything about her role in the universe, Fayt accepted who she was, opening the doors to other powers and abilities she didn't think was possible.
Some of the things she learned was she was always reincarnated when the world needed her. When the world or worlds became so full of evil and hate, her gray goodness was there to stop the flow and help the light overcome the darkness. Each time she was reborn her prey would be different. From demons to vampires to evil aliens to evil humans. Her instincts and her 'watcher' allowed her to make the decisions needed to do her job, and do it well.
Riddick didn't know what the woman was doing here, but he could make a guess. His shined eyes took in her obvious strength and lack of energy guns, so she wasn't a cop or spec. ops, but she wasn't a merc either, she didn't have the scars that most mercs tend to have. The way she moved told Riddick that she wasn't afraid of the crowd around the cage either. "If she fights, we'll know what she is," the beast inside Riddick purred.
The collective groans from the crowd urged her on, begging for just a little more bloodshed, just a little more pain, and Fayt was happy to oblige them. She had read the man's prison file, her usually strong nerves becoming jelly like as each horrible violent act was described in brutal detail. Every punch, kick, flip, and scratch was accurately made, the purpose to heighten the pain without killing her victim, yet.
"Bitch!" the man yelled catching his breath after the vicious punches to his diaphragm. There was death in his eyes, but not for his opponent. The death was a reflection from the woman's hazel green orbs, and the man was silently praying that he didn't begin to beg when the time came.
"Pencildick, but we aren't here to trade commentary," the woman answered, all the while showing that same sweet, girl-next-door smile. Fayt sidestepped the man's sloppy charge, using his own momentum to bash his face against the steel cage. The crown went wild, screaming for more, and again Fayt obliged. The man turned around, his face badly cut and his nose was bleeding freely again. Fayt moved to perform a quick hurricane kick, knocking the hurt man to his knees. Fayt bent over his back, whispering into his one good ear left, "You have been judged motherfucker, and you have been found wanting. Time to go to hell." The crowd was silent, waiting for something, anything to happen. Fayt deftly snapped the man's neck, giving him a painless death, ending the fight after one hour.
Disposers came and took care of the body, Fayt herself retired to the bar. Slowly sipping what passed for alcohol on this backwater planet, Fayt thought back through the fight, back to where she first felt the other man's eyes upon her skin. She knew he was picking apart her fighting style, trying to find a weakness that she knew wasn't there. She didn't mind the staring, but she did mind the heat of the gaze as the man mentally undressed her.
Riddick watched the fight closely, mentally creating a defense for the woman's style. The dark skinned man was confidante he would win if they fought, until the woman threw a surprise punch or kick, breaking though her opponent's defense easily. Her wild flips and kicks seemed to defy gravity. Her punches and jabs hid her true strength. The woman was playing with the bigger man, playing the crowd as well. Riddick had to stop himself a few times from joining the raised voices chanting to bring blood and kill the man. It was toward the end of the fight, at the sight of so much blood, the thick liquid coating everyone in the cage and a few of the watchers that were unfortunate being so close, that Riddick began to chant too. The need to see the kill, one predator finding happiness in another's kill, and the woman didn't let him down.
After the sloppy charge, Riddick knew it was the end. He listened closely as the woman whispered into the man's good right ear before hearing the faint snap of the man's spinal cord being broken. The woman herself didn't look winded, or even aware of what she had just been through. The few that bet on the woman was happily collecting their money, others were happily paying it over. Despite losing some many credits, the unique and fulfilling fight buffered the empty pockets, next time they would know and bet on the woman. Riddick made his way to the bar, thinking up the perfect excuse to get the woman to challenge him to a fight. The beast inside raged, growling for the fight the woman could give.
Catching the bartender's eye, Riddick order a straight whiskey, sitting down beside the woman. He smiled politely, but his smile faded and turned into an angry grimace. The woman had swiftly pressed a sharp blade to his groin, and a pair of cold hazel green eyes stared into the black lenses of his goggles.
"You must have a death wish lady," Riddick said, staying calm despite the growing anger and the urge to just shiv her in the sweet spot.
The woman chuckled, a light feathery sound that seemed so out of place in the grungy bar. Her smile was small, but full of good humor. To Riddick she looked like a city girl, despite the dark bruise forming on her cheek. That bruise was the only sign she had been touched in the cage fight, besides the drying blood on her white tank top. "You have no idea how right you are, but sadly I'm not dying any time soon," the woman replied, taking another sip of her drink and returning the blade to it's hiding place inside the woman's boots.
This only confused Riddick more. If he had pulled the knife, he wouldn't have put the weapon up until he was sure it wouldn't be needed. He certainly wouldn't have laughed and smiled if someone had said what he did. The woman was an unknown factor, which meant trouble to Riddick.
"Name's Jack Stevens, what's yours?" Riddick asked, extending his calloused hand in greeting the beast inside roaring because he was taking so long to set up the fight. "Patience, boy, we learned that in slam," Riddick said to the beast, feeling it back down for now.
The woman laughed again, this time her smile reaching her eyes. For just a second, Riddick thought he could see their color, but only for a second. "You'll only laugh, everyone else does. Just call me Fayt Summers."
Riddick wanted to ask more questions, needing to find out about Fayt, but he never got the chance. Fayt leaned in close, her lips barely touching his and whispered, "Death is my gift, you'll stay away unless it's what you need, and then I'll give it to you freely." Kissing him quick, the woman left, throwing some credits on the top of the bar, more than enough to pay for their drinks and any one else who lost their money by betting against her. Confused more than ever, Riddick left the bar, slipping into the shadows back to his place for the rest of the night.
Fayt knew the chance she was taking by telling Jack her business. She knew that she left the man confused and curious, a position that worked extremely well for her, but confusion was not the best state to leave anyone in. The beast within her began to plan for their eventual confrontation, knowing that it had to be somewhere out of the way, where other people couldn't get hurt.
She hurried home, needing a shower and change before going back to her 'watcher' to report her mission done. The fight took longer than expected, the slayer in her wanting to play a lot longer than needed. She needed to start going after her marks closer together, stop waiting so long between fights or the slayer is going to gain control and not want to give it back.
After reporting in with her 'watcher' Fayt took the payment, a small pink stuffed toy pig, and left for her own apartment again. The toy had brought up some painful memories from her time on Earth in Sunnydale, California. So lost in her own past, Fayt didn't notice the man who began to follow her. The silent footfalls of her stalker didn't register in her mind as a threat, and the few hundred yards to her apartment disappearing quickly at her current speed. It was until she was standing at her front door, did she notice the man's presence. It was Jack, from the bar, and Fayt didn't care that he had followed her. All she wanted was food and sleep.
Riddick left the bar, his conscious mind on Fayt while the beast took over. Slipping in and out of the shadows, the beast followed a complex path back to where it felt the safest. The different twists and turns never slowed down the beast, everything thing was the same, but the smells were different. By connecting the smells, the beast made it home, and then it stopped. A new scent was in the air, something unique. It was spicy and exotic, like the red peppers the man would eat when he was a young pup, mixed with the feel of warm sunshine. The beast missed the sun, warming its fur, but it was necessary to live in the darkness for survival.
Riddick was again aware of his surroundings, the beast having given up control to bask in the new scent. Riddick recognized the scent too, breaking down each part until her memorized it, confidante he could find the source anywhere. It was the same scent as Fayt, after she had won the fight and before pulling the knife. His mind made up, Riddick followed the trail, easily spotting the woman walking quickly but quietly in front of him. She seemed distracted, as if thinking too much over one subject. Each turn the woman made, Riddick made also, not really knowing why he was following her. "This must be where she lives," Riddick thought filing away the address for future use.
Fayt stepped into her living room, gently placing her prize on the coffee table before heading toward the kitchen. She didn't need the use of lights, her excellent memory and night vision allowing her to weave her path through the slightly junked up apartment. Her kitchen was practically bare. Only a small table, the standard fridge and cooking units were installed. Bending over to peer into the back of her fridge, Fayt called out to the man standing in her doorway, "Come and sit down. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Hope you like Chinese, 'cause that's all I've got."