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The doors closed behind Ciricose with a hush as he boarded his ship…alone. It wasn't that he was sad to see Vex go, perhaps the word disappointed was more appropriate. He had enlisted the best bounty hunter he could get his claws on, and had ended up with Vex. But he quickly realized that Vexs uncontrollable anger and hatred for most human kind could be used to his advantage, and soon he had molded him into a subservient slave with simply fear alone. Unfortunately, Vex did not serve his purpose, and was better off as a crumpled heap on the ground. How did that old saying go, If you want something done right the first time, you have to do it yourself. Well, Ciricose saw the error in his ways and was not going to make the same mistake twice
His ship was larger than the little skiff that Vex and the shipping dock security was unable to take down. Ciricose felt the need for a sort of cold luxury that was reflected off the polished chrome and silver. He sat at the pilots chair, his grey fingers moving nimbly across the control board as lights flashed and switches flipped. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the security guards moving towards his ship, guns at the ready. He lifted his head and watched them with a sort of annoyed amusement. Perhaps they were coming to ask questions. He wasn't quite sure what Vex had said to make them start shooting at Riddick, but he was not going to stay to find out. Humans…they're so trouble some. All Ciricose wanted to do was leave, and now the security guards were going to board his ship and prevent that. Perhaps it was because he had crushed Vexs windpipe in front of a large crowed…yes, that could have been it. Even on this planet the humans didn't take likely to killing. It was such a shame…it was the one that the humans seemed to do best…and yet they shunned it so fiercely.
Never the mind. He continue his work as his ship began to hum. The door to the cockpit closed behind him and he removed his hood. He strapped himself into the pilots chair and slowly pulled back on the lever before him. Suddenly a loud bang erupted, and screens appeared before him of the guards trying to get aboard. He simply shook his head as his ship began to rise slowly. It was then that he heard the ricochet of bullets and the docking supports lowering to trap his ship down. But the guards were too late, and for the second time that day, the docking security watched somebody break away.
The sky grew black as an image popped up before him. It was a ship, and the exact location of said ship. He was sure that Kyra would know by now that her ship had been bugged, that he himself had placed a tracer on her ship. And he was also sure that there was nothing she could do about it, for in order to take the tracer off, they would have to land. And by the time they landed, found the tracer and removed it…Ciricose would be there, be there to kill Kyra and take Riddick as his prisoner.
Ah, Riddick. Ciricose felt a sort of eagerness flow through him at the thought of the Furion. The child born to a noble race of warriors, the child stolen from his crib and strangled with his own umbilical cord. Who would think that that child would survive and be the last of his kind. . The blood that runs through Riddicks veins, laced with the anger and fury of an entire race. The pain that Riddick holds inside of him, unknowingly, deep down buried away…it was pure power. If someone would harness that power, take it for themselves, the outcome would be cataclysmic….
Ciricose roused himself from his thoughts. There was no time for that. His fingers danced across the screen like spider legs as he locked onto Kyras ship. He would simply follow from a fair distance…watch for the time being. He would strike, then the moment came, Riddick would be his.
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There was white noise echoing around Kyra, the usual hum of her ship, a few clicks and beeps, and on top of that, foots steps. She let out a soft moan as she tried to open her eyes. What had happened? She couldn't remember a thing. Her eyes fluttered open and then squeezed back shut as the pounding in her head made it self known.
"What …" she mumbled numbly as she reached for her face. But her arms would not move, and that got her attention. She opened her eyes and looked down at her hands, both of which were strapped down to a chair, as were her feet. She was sitting upright in the prisoners chair. Why the fuck was she there. Her heart began to speed up, her pulse begging to be let out of her throat as she began to pull frantically on her limbs. She struggled fiercely, beginning to panic, but her movements were in vain and she slummed backwards breathing heavily, white spots floating before her eyes. It was then she heard the slow and somehow deliberate foots steps coming from the hull behind her.
" Riddick…" it was all coming back to her now. She easily accessed the situation and came to the conclusion that she was basically screwed. She thought she had been in control this entire time, and the moment she let her guard down, Riddick took the upper hand. She had underestimated him, something she should have never done. She was so stupid, what did she think he was going to do, strap himself into the prisoner chair like a good little convict? She broke the first rule of Bounty Hunting, never let your guard down.
" Your ships being traced." Riddicks said flatly as he walked past, sitting in the pilots chair in front of her.
" What?" she asked, a frown deepening her brow.
" I'm betting it was the men back on Barse…" He said, before swinging the chair around to face her. He leaned forward and placed his arms on his knees. " What do you think?"
Kyra scowled and leaned forward as far as she could, " Your probably right." she growled.
Riddick snorted and watched her for a long moment before speaking. He could smell Kyras fear, it was dripping from her. He was betting it had been a while since Kyra had been at some one else's mercy.
" What am I going to do with you, kid?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
" Do you really want my opinion?" she growled, eyes now slits.
" No." he said flatly.
Kyra let out a cry of frustration and settled back into the seat as Riddick stood.
" We have quite a predicament on our hands, now don't we." he said lightly, at least as lightly as he could put it. He began to slowly pace as he spoke. " After years of hiding away on that bullshit excuse for a planet, just to keep the mercs off, " he swung around abruptly facing her. " Your back, you, ironically, become a merc yourself." He turned back around.
Kyra looked away and swallowed hard. She began to protest, " You left me-"
" Shut up." Riddick ordered as he spun around. Kyra flinched and stared at him with uncertainty.
" I'm not done."
Kyra opened her mouth to protest and then quickly closed it. Her anger began to fizzle ever as she bunched her hands into fist. She didn't like to be told what to do.
Riddick began to pace again, " Where was I, oh yeah. You become a merc. And then you make the biggest mistake of your life…you come after me. Granted, I will say that seeing you caught me off guard, all grown up." He said the last slowly, deliberately, staring down at Kyra. Her cheeks burned red and she fought the urge to crawl inside of herself.
" But you dropped your guard Kyra, and I took the upper hand. You were a fool to think you could fuck with me, kid." He stated as he stooped in front of her. She fought as he came closer, turned her face from his as he placed his hands on her forearms, squatting before her. He leaned in very, very close, positioning himself between her legs. He took his hand away, removed his goggles, and reached out, gripping her chin and turning her face to his. He was only inches from hers. Her emerald eyes were wide, and he could sense her anger, her fear, her hatred and lust. The torrent of emotions that ran behind her eyes.
" I should kill you Kyra. Letting myself rot on that planet for you, everything for you kid…and you fucking try to ghost me? You ungrateful cunt." His seriousness stopped Kyra in her struggles and she became very still. When he put it that way…he did come up on the short straw. And yet, she felt as if she had the right to try and do what she did. Thoughts raced through her mind, and yet she could not seem to grasp a single one. And after moments of long, painful silence, their eyes never leaving each others gaze she finally came to a conclusion.
"I'm not sorry." she said finally. A single tear began to well in her eye and she clenched her jaw tightly, her throat tightening. " You left me so alone, and I didn't know what to do. I hated you so much…" She shook her head free of his grasp and he face contorted into a sort of sadden rage as she desperately fought away the oncoming of tears. The emotions that welled inside of her begged to be let free. They pushed at her like water at damn. She was so close to breaking. She cried out and fought against her restraints, tears falling down her face despite her beast efforts. Riddick moved back slightly and swallowed. Again, last thing he had expected. He was hoping on perhaps a spit in the face, or another episode in the alley. But Kyra breaking down…shit.
" Stop crying." he said firmly.
" I still hate you." she growled. " I hate you so much. I hope you fucking burn in hell."
she screeched desperately. Riddick stood and stepped back, arms crossed over his chest. He felt something inside him break at the sight before him. His jack, bound up and in tears, preaching her hatred for him. It was unnerving and it was his turn to look away.
" I was a child. A god damned child Riddick. And you left me. I needed you there. And when I joined the mercs and lay on the bathroom floor, bleeding as the men repeatedly raped me. I thought it would all be worth it when I could watch the look on your face as I walked away from the slam, leaving you to rot just like you did me. We would be even. And here I am…at your mercy just like that day five years ago. And instead of killing me, you killed something inside of me. I will never forgive you for that." she said through gritted teeth.
She stopped crying and leaned back in her chair, staring off at the stair, her face gone suddenly very blank, her body exhausted. Riddick finally reached a sort of clarity of the situation. " We can do things your way, kid. You can hate me, and I can hate you. But in the end, we're both fucked." he said as he slowly began to walk away into the back chambers….
So, I felt I needed another confrontation with the two of them. Something more than a sex scene. You know, To get both their point across to each other. Each character as stubborn as the other in their POV of the situation. But, I'm really shaky on this chapter, I feel I repeated a lot of things. So, I'm going to post this Chapter and I want to know what your thoughts are.