The planet had fallen silent one the group and Riddick passed on, leaving Brisais alone within the boneyard. She kept to the shadows, gathering her strength. Without another soul for miles, there was no need to camouflage herself and waste energy that may be needed later. Brisais lay nestled in the shade of the bones, relishing in a moment of rest. Cryo did nothing but leave her immobile. Had the heating adaption in her tube malfunction, she could had escaped from her pod and evacuated the ship. Accelerated healing; another genetic blessing of her race. Poisons, medications, sedatives; all inactive within thirty seconds upon injection. It was ironic really, her people had such capabilities within them, yet their one downfall came from an undeniable resource. Intense heat left their bodies weak and exposed to danger.
It was the one reason that Johns had managed to capture her after years on the run. The damn bastard had cornered her on an outpost was incredible heat. And once he got that restraint collar around her neck, Brisais was done for. One shock and she was immobile. That was all it took to take her out. She pulled at the collar. It stretched a few inches, but gave no sign of releasing her from its grasp. Johns had the switch.
The shots cut through the silence like the sun cutting through the darkness. The moment it sounded, Brisais was on her feet and alert. Her ears listened for any signs of trouble. Her eyes scanned the graveyard. Had Johns run into Riddick? Had Riddick killed Johns? Or had something else happened? The shots came from camp, but Johns and the others hadn't returned to camp yet. So who had fired the shots?
The air was silent following the shots, sending an eerie, unsettling feeling through Brisais. Her life on the run had granted her plenty of skills to ensure her survival. Like knowing when there was something wrong. And they were telling her there was something wrong. She had felt it the moment they crashed. It nagged away in the back of her mind, but Brisais had yet to find the cause of it. Neither Riddick nor Johns seemed to be the cause of it, which begged the question; what could be worse than them? What's more, did she really want to know?
An electrical surged suddenly coursed through the collar, sending the current flowing through every nerve of her body. Brisais cried out as her body seized. The seizure sent her body toppling from her hidden sanctuary, down into the ground below. The impact sent an array of pain coursing through her body as the current ceased. Brisais landed on her right side. The impact dislocated her right shoulder from its joint, sending a fury of agonizing pain through her shoulder. Her knee twisted beneath her body, her head struck the ground. Brisais lay on the ground cringing, burning in the sun as pain coursed through her entire body. Her chest heaved with exhaustion.
A boot slammed into her chest, knocking the air from her already burdened lungs. She looked up, nearly into the sun. Johns stood over her pointing the shotgun at her body. Brisais rolled onto her stomach and clawed at the earth. Johns stomped down on her head, shoving her face into the earth. Brisais cried out in pain. He grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. Her magnetic restraints engaged, cuffing her arms behind her back. Johns hauled her up to her feet and yanked back her hood, exposing her to the heat even further.
"Hope you enjoyed that bit of freedom, bitch." Johns hissed into her ear. "Cause that's the last time that'll ever happen."
Fury surged through Brisais. She felt her jaw shift, her teeth grew pointed, more animalistic. Brisais spun around and lunged at Johns. She snapped her jaws at him, trying to rip out his throat. Johns swung his shotgun and slammed it into her jaw, throwing Brisais back to the ground. He reached onto his waist for her collar trigger. He pressed the charge, initiating another surge. Johns watched as Brisais convulsed on the ground screaming in agony.
"Enough!" Imam called. He came up alongside Johns and pulled the lawman's hand from the control. "You will kill her."
Johns pulled his hand from Imam. "She'd do the same to all of us if she had a chance."
"She could have killed us in the canyon, yet she did not." Imam reminded.
"She didn't, because she didn't have the strength." Johns stated.
Imam raised his brows. "Nor does she retain such strength now."
Johns looked down at Brisais' incapacitated form. Her breathing was nearly inaudible. Her shoulder was still dislodged from its socket and her knee was starting to swell. Even if she regained consciousness before they returned to the shuttle, she couldn't afford to retaliate now. Still, Johns wasn't about to take that chance with this one again. He grabbed her by her coat and tossed her lightweight ass toward Imam. "Then put your life in gods hands, Imam." He turned and started his march back toward the crash site.
Imam looked down at Brisais' unconscious form. He lifted her into his arms, pulling her restraints over his neck. He was impressed by the ease it was to bare her weight, like she was nothing more than his prayer rug. Imam secured his hold around Brisais' body and started following Johns. Ali, Hassan, and Rashad walked alongside Imam. Their gazes quickly turned to the unconscious convict in his arms. In sleep, she looked at peace, calm; not at all like the monster Johns had made her out to be. And as Johns suggested, Imam had placed his life into Gods hands now. Should this sleeping Mimic wake and he should perish, it would be Gods will.
Fry walked up alongside Imam. She looked down at the convict. "You want some help? With the air as it is and you carrying her-"
Imam shook his head. "No, I will manage quiet easily." Fry didn't look too convinced. Her eyes shifted down to Brisais.
"What if she wakes up?"
"I have done nothing to harm her," Imam reminded. "Perhaps she will see fit to spare me. If not, then I shall dwell in Gods company."
Fry opened her mouth to speak. Whether to rebuke or simply to laugh at Imam's last statement, no one would ever remember. Gunshots erupted through the air, silencing Fry's voice and sending them all on alert. The shots came from camp, just as they reached the pinnacle field, where Zeke had been burying the dead. If he'd seen fit to pull the trigger, no one from the ship could reach him in time. They rushed toward the crash site, Johns pulling out ahead of them.
Riddick sprinted through the field, putting as much distance between himself and Zeke's grave. He'd left Shazza at the grave sight, watching him flee. He could have killed her right then-should have in fact. But images of Zeke's kill flooded his mind. Whatever had killed him had been fast and lethal. Riddick weaved through the pinnacles, heading back toward the canyon. Killing the woman then would simply be a waste of time that was needed to put as much distance between him and it.
Riddick raced past one of the larger pinnacles, straight into Johns waiting baton. The force knocked Riddick to the ground, onto his stomach. Johns stood towering over Riddick's fallen form. His lifted his foot and drove it into Riddick's ribs, effectively rolling them man over. Riddick reached for Johns gun on his waist, only he missed. Johns didn't. He caught hold of Riddick's goggles and ripped them off his face. The light of the blue sun instantly attacked his vision, distorting it unless his eyes were closed. But to do so would be surrendering to Johns. And there was no chance in hell Riddick was going to go down without a fight. but there was no chance now. johns cracked his baton down over Riddick's head, sending everything into a disorienting spin. Riddick lashed out, trying to protect himself. Another crack came down over his skull, sending him onto his back.
"Piece of shit!" Johns called, pressing his foot to Riddick's chest.
Shazza came into view. "What did you to Zeke?" Her voice was tight and demanding. When Riddick didn't answer her questing, she resorted to another method. She kicked Riddick in the head. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!"
"Shazza stop!" Fry intercepted Shazza, pulling her from Riddick's form.
"Just kill him!" Shazza demanded. "Just somebody goddamn kill him before he-" she lashed one final time, kicking Riddick in the head and finally knocking him out. Riddick slumped to the ground unconscious. Johns exhaled deeply. He pocketed Riddick's goggles and glanced toward Fry, who was still holding back Shazza.
"Shazza what happened?" Fry demanded.
"HE KILLED ZEKE!" Shazza screamed.
tada! sorry i've been away. I hope this doesn't disappoint you guys. you're amazing! hope the format looks right guys, the site kinda screwed me when I uploaded it.