Six Months Later
Riddick sat his skiff back down on Gergoira. Six months away, he figured that was safe enough. He'd not been able to stay away any longer, he had thought about Kyra every day since he left. All he could think about was wrapping her in his arms and making love too her.
Riddick stopped his hands on the controls as he was shutting down the ship. Making LOVE to her? Was he in love with her? He didn't think Riddick's could fall in love... but... he was pretty sure if they did, he was in love with Kyra. That scared him... how could he love Kyra... and not have loved Jack? He felt like he owed Jack his love... because she had loved him. He shook his head, trying to clear it.
Riddick finished clearing up his stuff, and then he slipped out of his ship, locking it up behind him. With a single destination in mind, he headed straight for Kyra's Brothel. The night he left he had paid credits to have Kyra "reserved" until he got back. At a three thousand credit chips a week, it wasn't cheap... but he didn't want to think of her with some sleazy guy.
Riddick walked in and straight to the counter.
"Kyra please, room 323." The clerk girl was new. She wrinkled her brow and typed it in.
"I'm sorry sir... we don't have anyone in 323 currently... nor do we have any Kyra's." Riddick blinked at her.
"Look. Again." The girl looked up, startled. She'd never heard such a scary growl come from a man, she swallowed and nodded, going through the computer.
"Sir..." She started shakily "We don't have a Kyra...BUT." she added quickly, glancing up to see the gleam in his eyes "We have a Jacquetta Kyra Marx...perhaps that's her?"
Riddick's jaw dropped. Jacquetta Kyra Marx? HIS Jacquetta Marx? HIS Kyra? They were the same person? What? How could she... His mind was going faster than he knew how to think.
"What room?" He growled, slamming his hand down on the counter.
"Sir...she's not available. She's been caught." Riddick felt his heart catch.
"Caught?" He said, softer than he'd been talking.
"Yes sir... what girls here..." she sighed. "Oh, she's living across town...in some of our apartments... apparently someone paid enough that she could get set up... I'll give you the address...just...don't tell anyone I told you." Riddick nodded "And if the cops are called...well..I can't do anything."
Quickly she jotted down the address, she just wanted to get this... man out of her hair. He scared her. She slid the paper over, then called "next!" quickly.
Riddick took the slip and turned around, heading back outside. He knew his way around well enough that he knew exactly what street Kyra... Jack... lived on. Without pause, he started walking towards her apartment...that ironically enough, he paid for.