CHAPTER 22
Riddick's POV
"Fuck you Riddick!"
"I'd rather fuck you."
"Riddick, Blaze is a friend." Of course he is. That's why I need to know.
"Do this today. Get your shivs, and end his life quick…painless."
"Is this one of your sick twisted tests?"
I keep my silence.
"Answer me."
"Do you miss seeing the blood of others spilled by your own hands?" Sometimes I miss it. Not when I'm with you. Not since that planet. But then, the Furyan in me awoke and I smelled the Furyan in me in you, coursing through your body in you blood.
"I can't take anymore! Stop Riddick, just stop."
"Stop what? Since slam, Kyra's been sliding, except in attitude. We're not in the big bad slam no more, so you're going to have to choose once and for all. I was just wondering how much of Jack is left?"
Silence.
"Answer me now." I need to hear you make a decision as much as you need to make it. Decide for yourself, cuz if you don't it's going to get us killed.
"I'm fine."
"Woman, you well past fine. You're breaking. I need you strong, secure, intelligent."
"Riddick, go fuck yourself. No wait, go fuck Hayden. I need to talk to Blaze. So let's –"
"No."
Woman, you're weak. You buried her deep inside of you. This inside persona is eating you alive. I can smell it off of you. You're struggling with finding your footing. You belong with me, beside me. My other half.
"You once asked me who I wanted to be around, Jack or Kyra. Why –"
"SHUT UP. I didn't hear your stupid answer. I wasn't ready, okay? It was so simple in slam. I was Kyra. I was strong. I didn't have to deal with anything. It was the same routine everyday. Kill anyone who came too close. Find food to eat. Outrun the animals, both human and feline. Never let your guard down. Hate you…"
Hate me? Woman, don't blame your situation on anyone other than yourself. I didn't tell you to –
"I hated you Riddick. You left me. At least it felt like that. I've changed ever since you broke me out of slam. I can feel the change. I'm not so angry anymore. I'm letting my guard slip. God. Imam died and I can't seem to even think about him without feeling like crying. He was my friend too. I miss him. I FUCKING MISS HIM! HE WAS MY FRIEND AND HE'S WAS KILLED."
"And?"
You've got to learnt to deal with your anger in an acceptable way. Calmly. Go out and hunt. Feel the blood as it warms your skin.
"I don't kill my friends. I may not have many, but he's definitely one, and I'm not going to kill him."
I nod my head. You'll kill him if the need arises, and the more I think on it, the more I know for sure that that need is going to rise real quick. I don't even know the guy but something's off. Real off.
"Let's go meet him."
"Don't step out of line, Riddick. One toe and…"
I know it's short. Real short. There's more to come...later.