Well, it's been a while since I updated so here is the next part. It's quite a strange chapter and I have times where I absolutely love it and times when I despise it more than anything! Oh well, I leave the deciding up to you. Do you love it or hate it or somewhere in between?
Thanks so much for you continuing reviews they are amazing! It's so nice to know that so many people are reading this and enjoying it. If there is ever anything that you don't like about it or you think something needs tweaking, lemme know and I'll try my best to change it.
TotallyRiddickObsessed- That would definitely be the preferable option, wouldn't it? But alas, my muses say it cannot be. They have to be pests for a little while longer!
Iridescent Twilight- I'm glad you thought that one was okay and Dame Vaako makes me shudder too (almost as much as spiders do! And that's saying something! LOL) And yes it is such and injustice that Kyra died!
Silverbloodrain- heehee! May the Force be with you too! If you've seen my bio then you'll know that I'm a super bid Star Wars fan. I love every thing about it. Thankies for your review and you are continuing to rock too!
FitMama- Thank you so much for pointing that out to me. I so didn't know. Is it in the director's cut? As I live in smell old Blighty I'm not able to get the director's cut which is terribly terrible. I'm thinking about trying to get around that though by saying that both she and Vaako where born to their parents before their families where converted. Does that work? If not any suggestions would be great. That also leads me to the problem that Kyra was converted before she died…not that I'm thinking that far ahead…I mean I still dunno what happens in the Underverse yet. Thanking you mucho, mucho for you review!
JohnMayer1207- yep! She can handle him alright! Thankies for reviewing!
May-ShadowZ- yay, you gave me two reviews! LOL! Glad you liked that little bit at the end. I get a bit mad when I'm about to post a new chapter and start singing to myself…okay you didn't need to know that…I'm not crazy really! Thankies for reviewing!
Well, Happy Reading!
Gem
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Chapter 4: Dream of Me.
Riddick stared at the door. White. Sterile. Clinical. Clean. Standing in stark contrast when compared to the rest of the Necromonger flag ship that had suddenly become his residence of late. It was all of those things he discovered, after having stood still for the past forty five minutes simply considering it.
Just the thought of what lay on the other side made him swallow hard at the lump that had risen chokingly in his gullet. Just the idea of having to walk through that door made him break out into a cold sweat and he rubbed the back of his hand across his forehead, swallowing a second time as his mouth went dry.
For several days he had put off venturing into that room, concerning himself instead with making sure that they were on track for reaching their destination, his research about the threshold and the Underverse and talking in depth with Aereon. She drove a hard bargain despite her age and Riddick had been wrong to assume that she would help him without question. She was devious to say the least and pushed Riddick to sign a peace treaty with the Elemental home world in return for her knowledge and aid. He'd learned a long time ago that nobody ever gave you anything for free and why he had thought that Aereon was any different was beyond him. She had demanded that he stay in power as the Lord Marshal and not just up sticks and leave if his mission in the Underverse was a success. There was still a very real threat that war could rekindle as long as there were Necromongers that believed in the old ways still breathing and Riddick didn't think that he would be able to massacre an entire race no matter how good he was at it.
And so it was decided. Riddick would stay in command until a suitable successor was found, whether that be two years, twenty or until the end of his days. Riddick was stuck…but he'd do it all without complaint, with a smile upon his face if it meant that she was with him again…
Shit. That turned his thoughts back to the door before him and provoked a deep frown to play across his features. The strong scent of fear wafted cloyingly about the startlingly white room but not fear from the Necro-boy stood behind him, no. The fear was his own. It had been a long time since he'd smelt his own fear. Years and years. But now it exploded around him, engulfing him, making it hard for him to breath, causing the air to catch in the back of his throat…
He had not seen her since the day she left him. The day that the life bled from her body as she lay cradled in his weary arms. Cradled to his heart. He feared seeing her. Feared seeing her lifeless and cold. Not spunky as she had been when they had first met aboard the Hunter Gratzner. Not furious as she had been when he had left her. Not fierce as she had been when they had met again in the bowels of slam. Not impassioned as she had been when she saved his life, forsaking her own in the process. He dreaded looking down on her pale, blank body and finding that she was no longer his Jack, not his Kyra, not anything but a shell, stolen away from him by the cruelty that was death.
No. Instead he preferred to stare at the door and imagine that she was the way that she had been. Before he had ruined her.
"Excuse my impudence, my Lord Marshal…" the boy's voice broke the silence and though he spoke softly and fearfully, the sound rang around the quiet room as loud as a bell. Riddick glanced away from the door reluctantly and to where the young Necro stood, a few respectful steps behind his right shoulder, hands clasped behind his back. "Perhaps you would like to go inside and see the progress that the surgeon has made? I assure you that it is remarkable."
Riddick grunted in reply, his gaze swinging back to the door. His chest tightened again as the fear gripped him with icy hands. He needed to go in…he should go in…he had to go in…
"Allow me, my Lord." the boy said bowing and stepping forwards to push the door back and in upon itself revealing the room that Riddick was so fearful of to him for the first time.
The lights inside where low and subtle, casting deep shadows within and allowing Riddick to remove his goggles and settle them upon his brow. He stopped in the doorway, however, mercury eyes glancing warily around until they met with the bed where she lay.
"It is alright, my Lord." the boy continued, edging towards Kyra's body covered in pale linen sheet. "It simply looks as if she is sleeping peacefully."
Riddick glared at the young boy incredulously.
"I don't care what it fucking looks like!" he snarled, stalking forwards as he spoke. "I know that she's fucking dead and if she isn't alive again when I return from your stupid fucking Underverse, someone else is gonna be fucking dead too!"
The boy's eyes widened in fear and he swallowed hard, realising exactly who Riddick was talking about murdering.
"Now fuck off and leave me alone!"
"A-a-as you wish, m-m-my Lord…" he stammered and scurried from the room as fast as his bulky armour would allow him, leaving the door banging gently in his wake.
Riddick sighed and rubbed at his eyes, turning to glance at the bed where her body had been placed, hooked up to the Necro machinery that was apparently healing her wounds and keeping her body's cells and organs alive without her spirit.
His heart constricted painfully and he had to fight hard to resist the beast's urge to run to her and rip out all of the tubes and needles that littered and marred her perfect skin. Fury boiled anew in his chest as he strode towards her, his fear of seeing her again momentarily forgotten as his anger swelled.
It was his fault. All of it. His fucking fault! If he'd gone back for her sooner. Better yet, if he'd not left her at all! Shit, she had needed him back then, at the age of twelve, just killed her first person. That bitch Chillingsworth. Fuck. How blind had he been? Imam had been right. He had left her when she had most needed him, when she had needed his support to deal with taking another life, albeit a fucking worthless one, but a life none-the-less. He had been the only one who had any idea of what she had been going through, of the emotions that raged in a torrent through her heart…and he had left her. Fucking left instead of staying and dealing with the tough shit. He'd always been good at running and no matter who he killed, no matter how many people feared him Multiverse-wide, he was still a fucking coward!
If he had stayed and helped her get over her problems then maybe she would not have ended up in Crematoria a serial killer. Maybe she wouldn't be dead…
Riddick calmed his suddenly racing heart and sat down heavily in the chair beside her bed. Her face was still pale from her conversion to Necro. The small, unsightly scars that they had given her still marred her beautiful, slender neck. At least she had her eyes closed. He didn't think he'd have been able to cope if he had seen her eyes lifeless when they had been so alive all the time.
"Fuck…" he swore, his voice barely audible as he reached a shaking hand for one of hers.
Her hands, small and scarred, had been cleaned, washed of blood, and Riddick shifted the linen sheet slightly to confirm that they had in fact cleaned her entire body, leaving her naked beneath the blankets. His beast snarled at that. The idea of anyone touching her, even to clean her and fix her injuries up, made him want to kill someone.
His hand tightened on hers, limp and cool, and he studied it devoutly, unable to look into her face for it did indeed look as if she was only sleeping. He tried to fight the hope that seeped into his blood that she would wake. It was a fool's hope, he knew. She was dead and nothing was going to bring her back until he got his ass into the Underverse.
Patience, Richard, patience.
He smoothed his hand over hers again, holding her wrist gently in one hand, while the other he placed against her palm, marvelling at the difference in size and shape, the different tones of skin, different textures. He loved her. Every part of her. Every scar. Every blemish. Every freckle and hair. Every incongruity. He loved her. All of her.
Moving slightly, he pressed a soft kiss to her palm, upon her lifeline, before cupping her hand to his cheek beneath his. Soon, very soon she would be doing that for herself…if she didn't kill his ass for letting her die. All he had to do was find her again.
"I'm coming for you, Kyra. I'm coming to find you…" he murmured, entwining the fingers of his hand together with hers, drawing their connection into his lap and resting his head back against the headrest of his chair.
He was tired, so god damn tired. Too tired…
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She smiled at him. Her beautiful, brilliant smile that he had missed over the five years that they had been apart. Her eyes no longer dull and unseeing but ardent and violent all at once. The green was so vivid it made all of the other colours around them pale in comparison. Nothing could compare, not gold nor jewels nor the stars in the sky above them. They all faded when she smiled.
"Riddick…" she spoke his name like a prayer, her smile brightening as the word rolled from her tongue. "I did it for you. You know that…right?"
"I know." he replied, his own tongue thick and heavy in his mouth. "It was stupid of you." Unable to say any more he reached his hand towards her, intending to pull her close into an embrace and never release her again. But she stepped back from him, shaking her head sadly as her stunning eyes, that he loved so much, misted with tears.
"I had to, Riddick. You understand?" she queried, her breathing quickening as it had when she was just a child and he had upset her.
Diamond bright tears shimmered in her eyes, so near to falling and Riddick sighed. He was bad for her. He'd gotten her killed and now he was making her cry. What a bastard he was.
"Don't be so hard on yourself." she said quietly as if she had read his thoughts.
"Why not? It's all true. I fucked you up." he responded and she gave a shaky smile.
"I was fucked up already, Riddick. Besides, I wanted to do it. You couldn't have stopped me."
Her rebellious streak. Stubborn as a mule. Always had been. That made him smirk at her.
"I'm coming to get you." he growled firmly and Kyra's slight smile changed abruptly, her eyes becoming dark and fearful. She glanced around, searching for something, for someone, as if she was being stalked.
"You can't." she replied, her voice desperate. "He won't let you!" her eyes never met his as she spoke, they continued to scan the vicinity frantically almost.
"Kyra! Kyra! Look at me!" he called but she refused and the panic settled in his chest like a frigid snake, coiled and waiting to strike and turn into full blown terror. She was afraid. Something hunted her.
"Fuck!" she hissed, her voice hitching as her fear became more apparent. "Don't' come for me, Riddick! He'll only kill you too! I don't want my death to be worthless just because you tried to rescue me again."
"Hey!" he roared and her head snapped around to glance at him. He frowned at her, furiously, pointing to his uncovered, luminous eyes with the two forefingers of his right hand. "Fucking look at me!" he growled and Kyra did, stilling in her flighty movements for a moment to study him intently. "I said I'm comin' to get you. I don't give a shit if the devil himself wants to stop me. He can come and have a fuckin' go if he wants!" he reached for her again, as he had previously, and again Kyra stepped back and away from his embrace before he could touch her. She shook her head sending her dark tresses whipping around her pale face. The tears had come back, this time slipping in two silent streams down her cheeks.
"I am his now, you can't change it. He won't let you. He's been here before, he owns this place. He owns the others here. They all do his bidding. They'll never let you past. They'll try and stop you. It's how it is here. No matter who they were in life, they all change in death…even me. I can feel it happening…I fight it…at least I try to, but they say things. Confuse me…I-I…I remember some of them, the ones that I killed and the ones who tried to kill me. Sometimes I see the others. They are glad that we escaped from that planet, Riddick, but they never stay for very long…he always makes sure of that…and then the ones I killed come back…" her eyes once again became the dim pools that they had been as she had died and her ability to see him waned. It was almost as if he wasn't there anymore and she backed away slowly, eyes darting about and hands clamped firmly over her ears. "You keep what you kill…you keep what you kill…" she murmured over and over again.
"Kyra, you're not making any fucking sense. Kyra? Kyra!" before he could say anymore to her she was gone, engulfed by a darkness so absolute that he felt it's oppression baring down upon his own shoulders and he felt his body starting to pull itself from the unconsciousness back into reality.
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