Another update, I hope you enjoy it...There is no fluff, this is an action chapter...I want to get the story moving...Once again, thanks to everyone who reviews, u rock!!!...and for the others, pls pls pls review...
It's not everyday that you see your home planet being torn to pieces. Hopefully, for humanity's sake, it's not everyday that someone feels the immense amount of fury that I am feeling right now. When people say that their blood is boiling, it can't even compare to what I am currently going through.
I am so angry at seeing Helion Prime become a dirtball that my nails are digging into my palms. Cutting me. Bleeding me. My jaw is clenched so tight that my face has gone numb. My body is shaking uncontrollably as I feel my pulse resonate through it.
I have been extremely angry in the past, especially when Riddick left me and when I was raped. But even if I combined my rage from those events, it wouldn't even be a percent of what I am feeling now. I can't believe that the Necromongers can actually cause such absolute destruction. Who knows how many families have lost their Imam? Who knows if there are even any survivors?
Whoever thinks Riddick is a ruthless killer needs to see this.
I have been watching Jack's reaction at seeing Helion Prime. She's fuckin' furious. I know that Helion Prime was the closest thing she had to a home. But now the Necromongers have taken away both Imam and her home. I just hope that Ziza is okay. Not because I care about her, but because Jack cares for her and I only care for Jack.
But the animal in me is enjoying the sight of a furious Jack. It knows that she has, in just a few moments, been transformed into a deadly killer. Anger can do that to a person. I want to comfort her, but I know that she needs to deal with it on her own for a bit. At least, she has taken a few big breaths and calmed down. She suddenly looks more focused and more determined. She has even stopped shaking, as if a switch was turned off.
She goes to sit on the co-pilot seat and starts adjusting the switches for landing. I take my cue and get ready to land. It has to be quick and efficient. We should be off the ship before the Necromongers even realize that we have landed. The good thing about this ship is its size. It will be fast and stealthy.
We don't even bother looking at each other as we enter Helion Prime's atmosphere. We just know what to do. It's almost as if we have one mind. Luckily for us, there are no Necromongers' ships in the sky. They all must have landed to find people and convert them.
Riddick. He is so concentrated on landing us near the Arabia Ocean, a few kilometers away from the outskirts of New Mecca. But I know that if someone were to creep up behind him, Riddick would still have a shiv at his neck. It's like when he sleeps. He might be resting, but all his senses are still working just as if he is awake.
But now is not the time to admire how he lands or how he sleeps. Now is the time to focus and let Kyra out. It is my duty to find Ziza. Hopefully, alive. And if I have to be at my fiercest and deadliest, so be it. Riddick taught me well.
Even though the ride was jerky and the landing was quite rough, we have reached Helion Prime. As I stretch my arms and pop my joints, I feel eerily calm. My beast is taking over. It always does when things are about to get bloody. I make sure that I have a shiv in each boot and two others at my back, ready to be removed in less than an instant.
I put my goggles over my head and look at Jack. She is ready. I feel as if I am looking at a reflection of myself. Her expression resembles mine, especially when I go for the sweet spot. It might have worried me, but right now, it's perfect. It also feels good to know that we can understand each other's animal sides.
But I have thought enough about stupid feelings. I open the hatch and look at Jack one last time, cocking one eyebrow. She barely nods. That is my sign.
We get off the ship and run in the shadows. Almost as fast as when we were on Crematoria. Even though we are flying by, I notice that everything is so quiet. So still. New Mecca is a desert, but it always had some plants and trees around. Now, they are all dead. There is also an odor of dead bodies and burnt homes. Even the stars are afraid of coming out at night.
But what disturbs me the most is that there isn't anything to look at or notice. Everything has been destroyed. Torn down walls take the place of what used to be beautiful mansions. There isn't any sign of the huge hangar which housed hundreds of ships. Large windows are now just heaps of broken glass, tainted with crimson.
As we finally enter the main market street, I see a few people. They give me hope that Ziza might be okay.
It's hard to imagine that this is the same city I had visited a few weeks back. But I don't care about that right now. The good thing is that we've been running for the past hour, but our heartbeats haven't even accelerated. The bad thing is that there are people around. Even though they look like they are hiding from the Necromongers, they might have been converted. They could be spies.
To make us more unnoticed, I pull Jack to a brick wall. We walk down the street with our backs to the wall, hiding in the shadows again. I lead the way because I can see, and I am happy that Jack is just following me. She almost fell a few times, but I caught her before she did. Finally I just held her by the waist to lead her.
After crossing a few blocks, we finally reach Imam's house or shall I say what's left of his house. When Jack sees it, I had to hold on to her with both arms because she was ready to run into the mess. I noticed a tear slip down her cheek, a moment of angst, but she quickly put on her plastic face.
I have heard stories of people going crazy when they see their burnt down homes. I think I might understand why. Even though I barely spent two years in that house, it had become my home. Now seeing it crumbled just broke my heart. But worse was thinking that Ziza's ashes might be mixed in with the dust.
But I can't allow myself to think like that. I have to be strong. I will search through the whole city for her. And if I don't find her, I will search through the Necromongers ships. And if I still don't find her, then I will kill as many of those fuckin' weird ass monsters as I can.
As I take a minute to calm myself, I sense something. The image that comes to my mind is Lajjun. I turn around and glance around the corner, but I can't see in the dark. I need to get my eyes shined. But I just know that Lajjun is close.
"Lajjun is here. She is close," Jack whispers in Riddick's ear. He just looks at her and pops his joints again.
"Stay here," he growls and runs away. Jack wants to follow him, but she knows that in the dark, she cannot keep up with him. She slides to the floor and cocks her head, listening carefully for any sounds. But she can only think about Lajjun.
"She's hurt," Jack mumbles to herself.
After what seemed like hours, but must have only been a few minutes, Riddick appears with a figure in his arms. Jack already knows who it is. She watches his silver gems as he bends down and puts Lajjun on the ground, laying her head in Jack's lap. Her leg has been severely burnt, and she can hardly walk.
"My dear Jack. They took her. They took my baby," Lajjun moans. She looks up at Jack, as tears roll down her cheeks.
"Why?" Riddick asks.
"They want you. They left me behind to tell you in case you survived their attack. They know that you are a Furyan," Lajjun answers with more force as she tries to act strong. Imam would have wanted her to. She watches Riddick get up slowly.
"I'll get her," he growls while looking out in the distance. He raises a hand before Jack can say anything and heads out.