Challenge
Riddick fell asleep.
Of all things, he had fallen asleep. Sitting in the corner of the Lord Marshall's room, goggles revealing nothing, his brain shut down.
It never did that to him. Must've been stress, he thought. The devil only knows. Six hours of sleep. That was the longest he had slept since…just before the crash of the Hunter-Grazner.
Kyra would soon wake up. The leukogen had kicked in hours ago. He was simply waiting.
It was one of the hardest things for a man of action to do - wait. Somehow he managed without getting shiv-happy on the damn Necromaniacs.
A breath filled the room, one of wakening.
Kyra was back.
Kyra breathed in one of the most painful breaths she'd ever taken. Her entire torso hurt, her neck felt like there was a shiv through it, and she could barely move. She pulled her head off the pillow and looked at her body.
When she saw herself half naked, she groaned. What the fuck did I do this time.
She tried to look around, and saw the table with food on it. Sitting up slowly, she slipped her feet off the bed. She felt incredibly cold, yet her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Her head was spinning.
Get you ass moving, Kyra, you won't survive like this, she thought as she pushed herself off the bed. She felt herself slipping, the room as tornado of greys and suddenly, solid black.
In. Out. Breathe, Kyra, breathe. She tried to steady herself, closing her eyes. Her hand met a wall.
Whoa! Walls aren't warm and…Kyra forced her eyes open and tried to focus.
"Riddick?"
Kyra blinked slowly and hurriedly tried to step back. She only found that she couldn't. Riddick was supporting her, his arms around her waist. Her arms were folded up between them. She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt.
"Riddick?" she gulped out again.
"I'd suggest you not try to stand and walk right now," he grunted, "I'd rather not have to come save your ass again." He pushed her back onto the bed.
Kyra groaned when she sat down. "What happened, Riddick? All I remember is one minute you're dead on Crematoria, and then there was this blankness…what happened?"
Shit, Riddick thought, She doesn't remember what happened. The conversion blocked it all out. "Heal up, Kyra. We'll talk later."
The silence echoed throughout the empty hallway as Kyra laid back on the bed. "You always were good at walking out, Riddick," she murmured, knowing he could hear her, "especially when it mattered."
6/14/05
A/N: My muse is lost, so sorry! I'm trying, really I am, but this is very difficult. I can't get out what I want to say, it's just not working! I want to keep Kyra strong and strong willed, this chapter really isn't depicting her like I want it to, but I'm posing it anyway. SHE'S BACK! Kudos to me, here she is. BTW-she'll become Jackie soon. More on that later.