A/N: It's been awhile since i last updated. I hope to update one a week, and usually on the weekends sometime. Oh and thanks for all of the reviews...they are so much fun to read and great to get. That's all.

Chapter 25

Riddick's POV

"Like I said, just don't run."

Kyra, woman, don't move just yet. Wait for it. Wait for him

"So, you would have me let you leave then? Lose all that income because I knew a scrawny child when she was younger. Very interesting choice, Riddick, but not one I'll choose myself. You see. I've waited for you. Not her, just you. Seems my silent partner is very interested in both of you, but more so in you, Riddick. You're truly one of a kind. Don't think I'm not prepared for the likes of you, convict."

Why is it that the biggest idiots always like to hear the sound of their own voice?

Listen Kyra. Listen for it. He's quiet, he's fast, he's almost like us, he's just more human than we are.

"You see, I have this place surrounded with my men. All hidden of course, but they're there. Bet you didn't know that? You've walked neatly into a trap, Riddick, and I'm going to be the one to collect on your misfortune."

Bored now. The time to play is coming. 6 men in front of us. Equal amount for us to kill. That would only leave Blaze. I'll enjoy watching you kill him. Never had that before. Normally I would only enjoy killing the fucker myself, but watching you kill him, I'll enjoy that even more.

I can hear him walking in the shadows. Damn he's louder than I remember. I can smell the blood pouring from Blaze's men's bodies. Good job, man, clean and quiet. Maybe you're not so old.

You're quiet Kyra. Too fucking quiet. You're thinking. How very like you. Going to need you to react soon.

"Want to play a game?"

"What kind of game do you have in mind Riddick? Truth or dare? Snakes and ladders? Oh…wait, the ultimate strategy game, chess?"

"I was thinking, who's the better killer?"

Kyra's POV

Bored now. Time to play.

Three for me, three for you.

"Keep your eyes open Andy, cuz this is going to be the last thing you see." Hope the kid has enough sense to close his eyes and read between my lines. If not, he's going to see what can only be coined as pure killer perfection at play time, for both Riddick and I.

Three fuckers for me to kill. Not a challenge really. One fuck thinks he can actually grab me from behind to catch me. How utterly foolish. Dumb fuck. I sense him coming. I allow the fuck to come close enough behind me to put one arm around my neck, the other around my stomach. I wait for him, knowing that all men will do this to a woman. Must be a male thing.

"You smell good, girl, real good."

Fucker. I allow my body to relax so that the fucker thinks I'm fainting or some shit. He tightens his grip on me and has to lean slightly forward to compensate for the shift in weight. I want him off balance of course. When the fucker does this I push up with my legs and bring my right leg up over my head in one swift movement. I nail the fucker with my boot blade right between the eyes. It's a damn good thing I'm flexible. His grip loosens as he looses control over all his muscles and his life starts draining from his body. As he's going down I crack a smile.

"Hit me." I say this to you Riddick, of course.

Another fucker thinks he's better than the last. He starts to move only when he realizes his buddy is dead on the ground. What terrible reaction time these guys have. They'd never make it in slam.

I know what's coming. You told me I could have them when I needed them. I need them now. Right on cue, you throw your shiv in my direction. I raise my arm, twist my body, and only when I feel the smooth handle in my palm do I close my fingers around the most beautiful weapon ever.

"How nice of you to share Baldy."

I'm going to pay for that later…maybe you'll pin me in the shower. With the water running. And –

Fucker number two is coming real fast now. Guess he got his second wind.

I wait. He throws the first punch. I duck, and jab him in the ribs cage, just hard enough till I hear a crack. My other hand holds the shiv. I raise my arm and bring it down, slicing through the skin. It's smooth, until it hits bone. Then it's hard. I add more pressure and sure enough, the blade goes all the way in to the hilt. I hear the other fucker approaching. I leave the shiv in the dying fucker and swing my back leg in the air, knowing full well that it's going to come into contact with the last ugly fucker. Thud! I pull my leg back in, and twist my body around, leaving one grip on the dying fucker with the shiv in his chest. As he starts to fall, the shiv slowly starts to leave his body. Once it's all the way out, the blood starts to flow outward, and downward. I'm not looking at the dying fucker anymore though. I'm looking at this last fucker. He's got his blades out.

He swings his arms and I jump back, over the now dead guy, to land on my feet in a semi-crouched position. Something on my body is not right. I smell my own blood. He cut me. He was going for a paralyzing shot but missed, and gave me a nasty scrape. Fucker. I wait for him to make the next move. It seems that he's also waiting for me to do the same thing.

All of a sudden he goes very still and drops his blades. What the fuck?

The fucker starts to fall in a forward fashion until his knees buckle and he takes a face plant that looks like it's gotta hurt. Everything makes sense once I see a black shiv protruding from the back of his skull.

I look around and notice your three men were killed with a greater ease that's obviously superior to my killing skills. How ironic that the only life skill worth anything at this moment is the skill of killing, which of course, to most people, isn't considered a normal human skill at all. Guess I'm glad that I'm not the normal human.

I take my shiv and throw it at Riddick, who of course, catches it. I walk over and place my right foot on the dead man's skull, and both my hands on Riddick's shiv that's embedded all the way in. I push down on my foot and pull with my hands until the shiv comes out. Gross. Human brain is still attached. I wipe it on the dead mans clothes. How utterly fascinating Riddick's last kill was. Riddick's so much stronger than anyone can imagine. And if you can imagine it, chances are, you'll be dead sooner than you can turn in the other direction and run. Fast and strong. I'm going to be like him one day.

I take in Riddick's other kills. Your other three fuckers are dead and two have their necks twisted at an unusual angle. How interesting. You kept a shiv for yourself, but choose to snap their necks. Now the third fucker looks like he's had some fun. You've knifed the guy from the groin all the way to the neck. How appetizing a picture. I sustain from upchucking on my bloodied shoes.

Out of curiosity I wonder why the sharp shooters haven't shot at us yet. This realization has just occurred to me, and I'm trying desperately to figure it out.

"Woman. Go get your shivs."

And how the fuck am I supposed to do that with them being angled at the kid like that? I ignore the temptation to voice the question out loud. Riddick thinks of everything, I know this. I'm about 25 feet from Andy.

Blaze is still alive, closer to Andy than Riddick or myself, and has pissed his pants. Literally. How typical of a coward.

"One move and the kid gets it!"

The biggest fucker of all still thinks he's got some balls. I can remove them for him. I think I will.

"Woman. Go get your shivs."

Not like you to repeat your orders in battle, Baldy, but then again, I've never resisted them before. I won't second guess you now.

"Don't think I won't press this button," Blaze says as he whips out a small handheld device from one of his pockets.

Definitely going to remove his balls now.

"Now, why would I care about the kid?"

"She does." Blaze says this pointing a finger at me.

By this point I'm walking bravely up to Andy, knowing that you'd never put this kid in any danger, but wondering what they fuck is really going on in your mind.

"Can't control what she feels."

Well that's true. I'm about 10 feet from the kid. Almost there.

"Jack stop! You're going to kill the kid! Do you think you can live with that?"

I'm no longer worried about Blaze's hold over the kid. If he was going to kill Andy, he would've done it by now.

I cut Andy loose from his confines, and help him stand up. I make sure he's out of harms way and give him Riddick's shiv that I'm still holding in my hand. I grab my shivs, from their less dangerous position now, and turn, finding a very pissed off Blaze glaring at me.

"Think you can kill him for me, Aislin?"

The kid Andy even has to ask?

I walk over to Blaze and kick him in the stomach, sending him flying. I'm aware that you've placed yourself in front of Andy, blocking his vision, and also protecting him should anything go wrong. I move quickly over to Blaze and take both of his arms and hold them up over his head. I drive a shiv through both hands, effectively pinning him to the wall. I keep the other shiv handy, liking the feel of it in the palm of my hand.

"Where is my shit?'

"I burnt it. All of it."

Inside of me Jack is crying, yelling, and screaming. The outside of me is completely calm.

"Finish it, woman."

I take one shiv and press it against Blaze's throat. I stop.

"The silent partner, who is it?"

I already know the answer. I just have to hear it out loud for some strange reason.

"Your Uncle, you little bitch, and when he finds you – "

That's the last thing Blaze is ever going to say. I reach inside his mouth and cut out his tongue. He starts to gag on his own blood.

I take my shiv and cut both of Blaze's arms, from his wrist to the inside of his elbow, mimicking the job he did on Andy. I cut his arms one at a time, maximizing the pain to the fullest. Blaze screams but the sound comes out gurgling as he's got no tongue.

I smile even more to myself. The old Kyra is back. The one that survived in slam. The one that lived to kill. The one that Jack tries to suppress.

The last thing I do to Blaze is slit his throat. It's jagged, not quick and clean. It's the way I wanted him to die, but now I wished that I'd kept him alive a bit longer.

I've got to be moving on now.

I turn to look at you Riddick, and you're nowhere. I start to panic. You're gone.