Riddick. He already became acquainted with the leader. Guv sure knew how to pick out the important people. He knew in an instant who could last in Crematoria. He even once told me that I might outlive him here. I took it as a compliment. It was much better than the dirty things the others said. I was the only woman most of them would ever see again. But no one would ever be allowed to touch me without my permission or without me being dead. Never again.
At times, it amazes me what people would do to survive. Or more importantly, why did they want to survive. I had a long time to think about that. I was going to stick it out for Jack. I was not going to change for the kid, but I would definitely keep her safe. It was my promise to Fry.
What are those sounds?
Riddick run. Hide. The Hellhounds are coming.
I actually like the beasts. They keep me in shape. They are much easier to escape from than the human beasts. Or else I wouldn't have killed the Mercs and get sent here. Here comes one. It is always the same one. Shredder. It wanted me ever since it smelt me. It knows that I am a challenge. Maybe I help keep it in shape too.
I hit a dead end. If I am going to die, I will look at Shredder in its eyes. It will be my way of dying peacefully. Instead of looking into the beast's eyes, I can pretend that I am looking into a set of silver eyes. Riddick's gems.
I never thought that a hellhound can actually have a look of triumph. Body tense, it gets ready for the final bite. But I am not one to die so easily. Not when I waited five years to meet Riddick. I jumped.
Well well. Jack just jumped down over twenty meters and landed on her feet. She even did a pirouette while she was in the air. The kid was trying to impress me. But little impresses me. She could do better, or else she would never have survived here.
I do not see the need to waste my energy running away. The beasts are absolutely beautiful killing machines. My kind of pet. The one I am petting right now is so soft. But the fur does not hide the muscles underneath. Or the whipping marks. Nothing ever does.
Riddick. With Shredder locked up for the rest
of the day, I can go back to following Riddick. Maybe I will wait for
him to come to me. I want to know if he will. I need to know if he
will. In fact, I even found the perfect place to wait for him. It is
as cool as this fucking place will ever get.
I already hear his footsteps. But Riddick would never allow anyone, not even me, to hear his footsteps. It sounds more like four people. Four guards.
I don't even want to know what this tea is made from. But it is soothing as the burning sensation goes down my throat. Smoldering it. I can see four men heading towards Jack. It takes four of them to even get the courage to go to her.
Jack. At least they are not stupid enough to not be afraid of you. Too bad they are stupid enough to touch you like that.