Chapter Six
Kyra's POV
I'm in the bedroom now, crying. Too much has happened. I remember when I woke up and was on New Mecca. Riddick left without saying goodbye, but at least he left a note.
Kyra's Flashback (3rd Person POV)
She was angry. Angry at him, that he left, but more angry at the situation. She was stuck. Stuck on a planet with someone who actually wanted her. The Holy Man, Imam, was her family now and this was new to Jack. She never had a stable home, for she was always running away.
The Holy Man provided for her, and she would be safe, but Jack wanted him. She needed him to be there for her, and not on some planet half the galaxy away. He had left her, and that's what she hated. Jack never could hate him, only his situation. Besides, she had the note from him, and that was good enough for her.
Jack. Stay in New Mecca. Stay with Imam. He'll look after you. Be good kid. I'll find you. Riddick.
Kyra's POV
I found closure with Riddick's note, but I have none with the sudden absence of Imam. He's just gone. I hate him. He left me too, and now he can't come back. Gone. The tears are falling but I'm no longer moving. I don't hate you Imam. I just wish you were alive, for me. As selfish as that sounds, I wanted you there just in case I need you. But now, I won't even have that.
I notice the 4 boxes places neatly in the corner. When had Riddick had the chance to put them in here? I'm curious now. Opening them will ease my grief over losing Imam.
I use Riddick's shiv to open the first one. Pants, tops, sweaters and underwear, all black. I open the next box, more pants, tops, and sweaters (no underwear), but these ones are larger, Riddick's size. Thought all this stuff was for me. The third box is even more interesting. Computer parts and books. Oh wait…feminine stuff too. Great, just what I always wanted: hairbrushes, combs, shampoo, conditioner, soap, hair ties, makeup? Okay, love everything, except the makeup. One box to go. Holy Sh –
Riddick's POV
"I'm missing some stuff." You jump. Thought you heard me coming. Your eyes are most likely red because they're puffy. You've been crying. New you would. Do I ignore your grief?
"Computer stuff, book stuff, or clothes stuff?" Guess I am to ignore those puffy eyes.
"Computer parts. The books are for you. The clothes too."
"Not all of them apparently," you mutter under your breath. I can hear you though.
I notice that there are some rather large black clothes, obviously too big for you, in a box.
"Some stuff for me?" I say, not realizing that I say it out loud.
"Riddick, you see in colour?"
"Shades of purple." I shrug. Where is this going?
"So all of these clothes are perfect for you to see in the dark, with your goggles off or on?" You're not looking at me. In fact, you're staring at the contents of the box you're hovering over. Damn, now I'm curious.
"What clothes?" I don't like being at the other end of mind games.
You just hold up some lingerie. Not what I expected. This must be more of Hayden's extras. It's some kinky shit too.
"Never pegged you as the type to wear this stuff."
Kyra's POV
I risk a glance and see that you're scowling. It doesn't take much to make you scowl. I throw the lingerie at you. Instinctively you catch it.
"I like that one. It's real shiny. It'll bring out your eyes. I'll turn around if you want to try it on."
"No need. It's our room. You can look." You put the lingerie down on the bed and you take off your top. Your muscles are so fuckin' big. What the hell did they feed you in slam, cause no one I've seen is that big. I stand up smiling, as you step toward me. You lean in to kiss me, but stop an inch before my lips.
"Do you want me to?" you ask.
Why go through this again. "I want you to kiss me, Riddick." I've learned to be direct with you Riddick. No more games, not this time.
"Then you go try it on."
I'm game. If that's how you want to play this. I go to move, and you grab both my arms and squeeze.
"Feel that?"
"Squeeze anymore and I'll bruise baldy, get off." I'm pissed, but calm.
"Up front Kyra. NOW." I know that you're not messing around now. Something's wrong.
Riddick's POV
Merc ship. Small shitty one too. What are they thinking? Going to catch both of us. Take us back to slam. Tough shit. I don't like slam.
"Move your ass to that seat," I point to the one that controls the ammunition, "when I say it, smoke their asses."
You don't say anything, and I really wasn't expecting an answer. I wait. There's beeping noises and a light glimmers on the control panel. How cute, they want to chat. I don't, but this could be fun.
"Richard B. Riddick."
So they know who I am. How dumb, they'll have to die now.
"Who wants to know?"
"Riddick, you will follow us to planet GX514."
"Now why would I do that?"
"Because we have Jack."
I look in your direction Kyra. You seem pretty safe to me, on my ship. There you are, scowling in my direction. Nope, pretty sure they don't have you. Humph, probably wouldn't want you either, given the way you scowl.
"I want proof that you have Jack." No reason not to have fun. What? Don't give me that face Kyra.
"Ask a question that only she'll know the answer to."
Interesting concept. I'll bite.
"How many shots did it take to kill your first man…your first kill, that is, Jack?"
There's a pause.
"She says two. One was to the right kneecap, disabling him, the other between the eyes."
Wrong answer. I block communications.
"Kyra, wanna have some fun? Blow them away."
You open fire about a fraction of a second before they do. We take a hit, but nothing too damaging. They on the other hand, gone. Which half won't apply to them, more like which tiny piece?
"He was right, you know?"
This had better be going somewhere important Kyra. I still have to get us gone from this place before we raise any suspicions. Not that there's much activity out here. It's a just-in-case precaution.
"About what?"
"Well, the first man I killed."
"And?" I'm slightly interested in what you're going to say.
"There's only one person who would have known that information Riddick. One. That ship we blew up. That ship contained my Uncle."