Chapter One
The light breeze of the invisible wind blew gently through a young woman's long dark black hair, loosening her hair from the confines of her plait. Her pure, piercing, pale blue eyes; the colour of the pale sky itself or like ice scanned the city below her; watching the people bustling about not even registering the fact that her hair band had became loosened which it simply fell down onto the ground, fluttering like a feather - weightless. It had been so quiet where she had sat; almost as if the silence had almost been deafening but she didn't mind. A cold smirk appeared upon her face, curling her full pink lips into one corner as she cocked her head to the right, listening and seeing with her senses. A soft chuckle escaped her throat, causing a soft rumbling noise to vibrate throughout her slim, taut body as she heard a ship. Ah. He had arrived finally, a little late but yet he had stayed true to his promise. Too bad. She had started to enjoy the chase. The young woman rose to her full height of five feet eight inches tall, wearing black baggy trousers with long dangly silver chains that rested on her slender hips snugly with a black sleeveless vest that showed off her curves aptly. As for shoes, she was wearing a pair of black boots as she never wore heels or trainers in her life. A spotlight shone directly on her, blinding her temporarily and it was then in that split second, the young woman jumped off the building that she had been standing upon and leaped onto another, without being breathless. In fact, it appeared that she was enjoying running from the mercenaries who was on her tail. It was as if she had merged with the wind for she ran gracefully and raised her right leg to kick upon the rooftop door just as a net shot out from the cannon placed onto the ship. It narrowly missed her and ripped her long black trench coat so she tore it off and ran down the stairs, her breaths coming into short, sharp breaths. She let out a shout of exhilarated excitement as she slid onto the stair railings, her feet trampled upon the stairs that spiralled downward where she somehow knew that he would be waiting for her. Johns. Her hunter.
Suddenly the building that the young woman had been in only moments ago shook with the greatest tremor that she had felt on a planet and she almost went over the stair railings as the small window near her had smashed into tiny pieces that sent the glass pieces toward her arms. She never felt a thing as she continued to haul her ass down the stairwell. A gunshot rang out and the bullet had missed the young woman's face by inches and she glanced down to see the blue-eyed devil as she called him. Damn him for relentlessly tracking her down, didn't he ever get tired of chasing girls! Especially those who were murderers. She knew better, he was only in it for the money. The sight of Johns smirking cruelly up toward her had been enough for the disgust to overwhelm her senses, she truly hated him with every fibre of her being. Soon enough, she stopped as a flight of stairs had separated her from Johns and an quick flick of her left wrist procured a small sharp shiv, ready to have an standoff between her and Johns if necessary but she had other plans to do so. And that, she intended to do until she felt a sharp jab in the back of her neck. She quickly yanked it out and saw a small red tranquillizer dart with a sharp tip between her thumb and forefinger so she flung it over the railings of the stairwell. It was then the dizziness began to settle in, overtaking all her senses and she never felt the impact against the stairs that her body had suffered from as the darkness of the unconsciousness beckoned her. Next thing that Asha knew, she found herself in restraints and a bit inside her mouth which infuriated the primal side; her animal side which was apparently awake inside a container despite being blindfolded tightly, around her head. She had figured out that she was in cryo-sleep, which had explained why the primitive side of her brain aka her animal side had still been awake as most of her brain had been shut down for the journey that she was on. No wonder she had still been awake. She was currently being transported with civilians roughly estimated at perhaps forty – forty plus.
She had heard many voices; one had been an Arab man, most probably a holy man on his way to New Mecca or something. But what route was she on? She knew that Johns wouldn't take the major or main roads so this route had to be a back road meaning there were free settlers on board the ship; she knew that they only took the back roads. Fuck. That had to mean that Johns was on board this ship as well. He had been planning to sent her back to the slam only this time he had picked a ghost lane, which meant that there would be a long time between stops. Anything could happen. Asha knew that she most likely wouldn't be the only prize that Johns probably had on board but she didn't know who it was because of the blindfold that she had on. The young woman turned her head to the right slightly as she suddenly heard a clanging noise then fizzing and an electronic beeping began to trigger off the alarms. Something must have hit the ship as her body slammed against her container. A headache began to erupt, throbbing inside her head; she hated having headaches seeing that they made her feel cranky. Bruises had started to form onto her arms, her sides and her knees as her body continually slammed about but she bit her teeth down hard upon the bit to block out any pain that she had been feeling in that precise moment. She heard heated voices faintly and vaguely wondered if that was the captain and crew but she hadn't known that Carolyn Fry, the docking pilot had actually intended to purge the main chamber where all the passengers were located including Asha but somehow Owens had prevented that. It was pretty much that moment that Johns stumbled out of his container and looked upon the two important containers that held both Riddick and Asha. In his relief, both were still locked inside thankfully. He had suddenly noticed that the ship itself began to break apart and some of the other passenger's containers were sucked out into the open air while Johns had clutched to a metal pillar, moulding his body to it, his hands were pure white from too much tightening.
A muffled yelp escaped from Asha's mouth as her container door sprang open; causing her body to catapult forwards, upon another firm, taut body. She heard a grunt beneath her and she managed to roll off him and leant against a wall to enable her to stand upright on her two feet. The unknown person pushed past her and she knew by the scent that it was not; to her relief, Johns so she was intrigued. Shortly after the ship finally came to a standstill, she hid herself into a dark place where Johns wouldn't see her coming, she actually had a pretty good hearing. She heard a yell that she recognised to be Johns and she knew that he was in trouble so she tried to peer through the hole of her blindfold but seeing through a blindfold was proving to be difficult. She saw Johns taking out his truncheon and whacking violently on somebody's leg that was obviously restrained, she saw the body fall onto the ground and it was then she attacked. From behind. However, Johns had predicted that she would make an appearance so he had stuck out his elbow and struck her onto the side of her face, rendering her unconscious. He smirked and looked over Riddick and made an comment that one of those days somebody was going to be hurt and that it wasn't going to be him. He hauled Riddick up and dragged him over to a sturdy, strong beam and cuffed Riddick's wrists behind him, around the beam where he had stayed on his knees. Johns then went to Asha's unconscious body and hauled her over his shoulder and cuffed her upright unlike Riddick that he had cuffed moments before. He slapped Asha's face to bring her back to the waking world and she had let out a groan, muffled from her bit. He let out a soft chuckle and took off her blindfold to see dark smouldering blue eyes stare at him in pure anger, he made a point of looking down her body, trailing every curve that he could find and whispered in her left ear that it had been too bad that he was sending her back to the slammer, that they didn't get acquainted together, intimately, immediately prompting an disgusted muffled scoff to escape Asha's mouth as she struggled in her restraints.
A loud yell was heard, which had distracted johns to go investigate it, he had forgotten to put Asha's blindfold back on. She had taken this chance to take in the environment around her or at least, far as she could see. She noticed a man on his knees, in restrains wearing an blindfold upon his eyes with black goggles hanging on the waist of his black trousers and she realised who this baldly shaven man was. This was Richard B Riddick, a well-known murderer who was wanted by literally thousands of mercs who happened to be in front of her. Wait, that scent, it was the person that she had literally fell onto earlier on. Riddick had sensed that the woman had been staring at him, it wasn't exactly hard to sense that she was a woman and that she was seriously pissed off. Asha glanced to her right to see a small group of people staring at her and Riddick as they walked past them to walk outside, obviously to leave Fry and Owens to themselves. The young woman knew that this guy had died as something was too close to his heart as a tall young blonde woman walked out, in distress. Asha grunted against her restraints, leaning her head backwards on the beam that she was against, trying to think of a way to get out until she noticed Riddick turned his head from the corner of her eyes so she looked towards her left a little to see that he had stood up and began raising his arms behind his back and her right eyebrow raised up as he grunted three times before his wrists came through an hole in the beam and he grabbed for the wire cutter directly in front of her as he fell back onto his knees onto the ground. He cut through the wires and chains shortly and tore off his blindfold. Silver eyes met smouldering green and the only sounds that were heard throughout the ship were their breaths. Asha didn't flinch and only stared right at Riddick as he came closer toward her, to the point where he almost leaned his entire body on hers and stared at her. He could see a scowl taking place on her face and was amused although he didn't show his emotions and against his better judgement, he used the wire cutter to let her go as well.
He could literally feel the hatred this young woman had for johns and that definitely placed an amusing thought that he was going to miss John's facial expressions when he found out two convicts were missing from his watch. Riddick snatched his goggles from his waist and slung them over his head onto his eyes, and took off suddenly, stunning Asha momentarily. Why did he let her go? She had felt that he had to answer this so she followed him, almost matching his speed but she stayed back as she hadn't wanted Riddick to know that she was like a damn lapdog. Ugh. As she ran out toward the sunrise, she dropped her restraints and bit onto the dusty earth, alongside Riddick's and followed him to the bone yard or rather the graveyard where she had lost sight of him. She was in disbelief and in wonderment. What the hell had happened here? She walked through the bones silently as if she was the wind leaving no trace of herself whatsoever. She hadn't been silent enough for suddenly a pair of large, callous hands grabbed her and swung her to slam her back against a large bone. Her lungs literally squeezed out the excess air that she had since she had been surprised and with a damn makeshift shiv on her throat too! She grunted placing her hands upon Riddick's well-toned chiselled chest in order to push him away from her but she felt the shiv press deeper on her throat, threatening to cut her, to draw blood. She slowly licked her pale pink lips, which drew Riddick's attention, and she opened her mouth and dared him to cut her. He was not the first person to do so and he knew that she had been right for he noticed scars all over the flesh that he could see, on her wrists, her arms and her neck. He heard the group not far and pulled his shiv away from Asha's neck and yanked out his left hand and dragged her with him as he pulled on her black sleeveless vest. He laid onto a well-hidden bone where his body would be out of sight and she commenced to do the same. They both laid there in complete and utter silence until Asha heard nearing footsteps and the blonde woman stood outside.
She had heard Johns voice shortly, offering Fry the booze that he had held in his hands. Asha raised her right eyebrow as Riddick silently stood up, and slowly took out his makeshift shiv and went toward Fry's neck until both convicts heard Johns ask her what the guy Owens had meant by not touching the handle. It was then Fry or rather Carolyn that Johns had now called her was actually the docking pilot not the captain and had been the one who had attempted to purge the main chamber but had been prevented to do so by Owens. By then Riddick cut a lock of Fry's blonde hair and actually smelled it before he blew it to the ground, which had kind of weirded Asha out but hey whatever rocked the dude's boat she figured. After the two had left, Riddick turned around to find that the young woman who had been following him had now silver eyes instead of blue, he never said anything to reveal that he knew that she had a shine job but it didn't look as advanced as his. His guess was that the work had been interrupted. Asha hadn't noticed Riddick staring at her as she studied her hands which were clenched into fists so she instinctly let her fists go, letting the blood circulate her hands. She could not afford to let the anger inside her take control of her. She brushed a lock of her long black hair away from her face and looked up to ask Riddick why he had let her go when she noticed that he had gone. Damn. She quickly scrambled out of the remains of the unknown animal that she sat in and her silvery eyes turned blue as if her eyes had changed during night and day. She had figured that Riddick would most probably follow the group back to their crashed ship where it landed. She had been a distance away and had saw Riddick crouching on top of a grave. My god, the whisperings literally echoed in her ears, flooding her audio senses until she heard and saw a dark haired woman crying out. Riddick then ran away heading straight in her direction but Asha had been too late for Johns had caught Riddick and started fighting him and fought dirty since he had took Riddick's goggles out, causing the male convict to be blinded temporarily.