A/N: I love you guys! Whenever you review it reminds me to post another chapter or keep writing. I tried to make this one longer, but as most of my chapters are based from words in the 15 Minute Ficlets Community on Livejournal, I don't often get too long! Please keep reviewing - more reviews equals more story! 7/18/06
Chapter 6: Fight
Kyra trained nightly for three weeks. During the day she was forced to stay in the chambers she was in, and at night she joined Riddick in some ridiculous gown at the head of the dining hall. Almost four weeks after Riddick had taken over, Kyra had had enough.
Growling, Kyra woke up and badly wanted a bath. Tearing the covers off, she padded to the bathroom. She wanted a shower. She shaved her legs, dried her hair, and found some semblance of clothing that wasn't skintight or black-a pair of dark green pants and a lighter green shirt. Finally, she was going to stop letting Riddick order her around. No more staying in one room, no more dreams and waking up sweaty with desire. She was going to go into Necropolis, by herself, in clothes she was semi-comfortable in, and he was NOT stopping her. Drying the back of her neck, she heard someone coming down the hall and wondered who it might be.
It was Riddick, with someone else that she was not familiar with. Finally, she recognized the voice of a woman. Dame Vakko, I shoud have guessed. His dick always led him where a shiv wouldn't. The footsteps ceased. Kyra sat down on the bed and began combing her hair.
Riddick opened the door half expecting Jack to jump him with a shiv in her hand and the yell of a banshee. The damn woman always wanted to leave the room. Ahh, but there she was, meekly combing her hair on the bed. Then again, nothing about his Jack was meek. Everything about her reeked of pure woman. Ha, one track mind, as always. Soon. Riddick stood at the doorway, casually tilted against the doorjamb and smirked at the look he was getting.
Her dark hair was tangled around her finger and there were daggers shooting from her eyes at the slithering woman behind him. "Jack," he said, "this is Dame Vakko." The silence held but for a moment until Kyra laughed.
"What exactly do you expect me to do with her?" she chided. Shit, laughing hurts! Riddick smirked at her. "Dame Laila Vakko wants to fight you." Kyra wanted to slap the smirk off his face. Think think think. What to gain? She is a sly bitch, at the very least. A nice and dirty fight would rev my guns right up. She stood up and put the comb down. Gazing at the obscenely dark liner smudged around toffee-colored eyes, Kyra walked towards Dame Vakko. Scant inches from her face, she stopped and said, "Okay."
Suddenly a shiv appeared in Kyra's left hand as she whipped around behind the woman. Thankfully, her clothing would not hinder her nearly as much as the bronze gown that clung tightly to the thighs of Dame Vakko. Laila pulled a blade from her elaborately woven hair and lunged. Kyra sidestepped quickly and spun behind Laila, dragging her blade across the center of her back as she did. A thin trail of blood and a gash in the gown only fueled Laila's anger and her desire to win. Screaming, she threw herself at Kyra, slashing frantically. Kyra grabbed her wrist and squeezed on the nerve bundle there, causing Laila to release her grip upon the blade.
Laila screamed and clawed at every exposed surface, finally attempting to grab the shiv in her hand and use it on it's owner. Kyra brought her knee up and slammed it into Dame Vakko's hip, then doubled her efforts and slammed her elbow twice into her lower back, knocking the wind from her lungs. Twisting around to her front and ignoring the nails digging into her forearm and scratching at her face, Kyra slammed her down on the ground and straddled her.
"Awfully quiet now, aren't we bitch?" Kyra goaded. The buttery color of Vakko's face was quickly lightening as the blood supply slowed. "You have about fifteen seconds before you die of suffocation. That knock I gave you? It stops your breathing until someone presses against your back in three trigger spots." Dame Laila's eyes widened and turned slightly red as she writhed beneath Jack's body. "Now, I can think of only one reason why you would want to fight me." Kyra paused and glanced at Riddick. He lifted an eyebrow at her, then pulled his goggle over his eyes. He left the room, air-lock doors sealing shut behind him.
Kyra looked down at Vakko's face, the life beginning to ebb away. "See, you'll have died of suffocation. No way to prove who did it, what caused it, or any such thing. You'll be dead. There is no 'keep what you kill' rule to apply here. Vakko will be alone, and Riddick, he'll still be mine."
Dame Vakko stopped moving, her eyes bulging out of her overly made-up face. Kyra stood up and sheathed her shiv. "Even he doesn't know he's mine, even though everyone does. Stupid bitch."