7 Kyra
Alarms sounded, waking them both up. Riddick got up and quickly showered and then moved to the bridge, leaving Tracy to get cleaned up and try to make some order out of their room. The scent of sex was still heavy in the air, she could only hope that it would quickly dissipate when they opened the hatch and got some fresh air. Aside from that, she had no idea how long it would take to get Kyra and for the last two weeks she hadn't slept by herself and she was just a little more than a bit upset by that.
She swore to herself that she would not fall into his trap again. She would harden herself against him, his eyes and the brush of his hand. No, she had to stop. She was going to burn in hell as it was for what she did to Kyra. She knew she would never be able to look the younger girl in the eye again.
Kyra was so smart and sharp she'd be able to tell what happened in no time. There was no way Tracy could hide it as much as she wanted to keep from hurting the younger girl. Tracy had let her emotions run away from her and now she would pay the ultimate price. She'd lose both Kyra and Riddick.
"Get your ass up here Tracy. It's time to land." Riddick called back to her, snapping her from her thoughts.
"Get your ass up here Tracy." She mocked to herself as a way to try and calm her nerves. It didn't work and only made him yell at her more. Fuck, does the man hear everything?
"Yes." He called back on a chuckle. Wait, I didn't speak out loud… "I can read you like a book Tracy. Now sit that fine ass of yours down so I can land this bitch and we can get it over with."
"Don't you think that perhaps I should be the one flying? I mean you are my prisoner after all." He just raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. "Yeah, but what if someone sees?"
"Do you honestly think they are sitting around, checking out pilots?"
"Who knows, maybe?" He just shook his head, women. Tracy picked up the com and gave their information, "Tower, this is the Billy Jo Johns, number 65832. Avenger requesting clearance to land and the drop of Riddick, Richard B."
"You are clean to land, bring her in slow; Toombs is in the hanger now."
"Roger. Avenger out."
Riddick and Tracy just looked at each other, could it really be this easy? No, something was sure to go wrong. "Once I touch down, you start packing it on. Take as many guns and ammo you can carry, blades, if I have to go in, I can only carry what I can hide to make this look real. They have cameras. If they aren't in the hanger anymore, you'll have to cuff me and lay me on the sled."
Against her wishes she smirked at him. "Sounds kinky." He just growled at her. Riddick touched down and they could see Toombs and his crew still scurrying around on the pad, heading toward the sled.
"Looks like at least five, maybe more." Tracy said as her eyes searched out for Kyra.
"You said three." He grumbled at her.
"I said I saw three and that there could be more. They were hoping for you to remember, Toombs would never come at you with just three after you."
"And you expect them to believe you and you alone took me out."
"Frankly, I don't give a shit what they think. I'm here to get my sister out." She snapped. She hated that condescending tone he used.
"Ever kill anyone before?" His question was so off topic it almost confused her.
"No." He sighed, fuck, this ain't right, something bad is gonna happen, I can feel it. "Ok, you know how to shoot, aim for the chest."
"I hit what I aim at."
"Listen Tracy, this isn't target shooting here; you pull that trigger and mean business. You don't take them down; they will take you down, got it?" She gave him a curt nod, he didn't understand, she would do anything for Kyra, including dying or even giving up the man she was, unfortunately, in love with. Damn him and his eyes.
"Let's do this." She muttered and pressed a button.
As the hatch lowered, Toombs and his men turned around and looked at her. She finally caught a glimpse of Kyra in chains, but she appeared in good health.
Toombs looked at the woman and something nagged at his brain. He wouldn't place it, or her but he was sure he had seen her before. Had he fucked her? Naw, that couldn't be it, female mercs were cunts. "Well looky here kiddies, a female merc, all cold bitches with ice for pussies." Toombs gravelly voice echoed in the hanger.
Tracy dropped into her merc mode as she called it, "Fuck you, Toombs." No one had seen Riddick yet, he was still behind her but she could feel him stiffen and surveying the layout.
"See boys, hope you don't plan on tapping that ass, she'll freeze your dick off. Who are you anyway princess, don't think I've seen you before." He said still trying to place her.
"Names Johns."
"Any relation to that other fuck that Riddick took out?"
"Yep, the asshole was my sperm donor, got a fucking problem with that?" Tracy sneered at him.
"You're Johns kid?" Toombs asked disbelievingly.
"What, you think I'm fuckin' lyin'? Why the fuck would I lie about something like that?"
"You're too old to be Johns' kid."
"You really are as stupid as they say Toombs. Fuck, cryo, keeps you from aging. Good ol' Pops was older than you think."
"Bitch." He sneered at her. One thing Toombs hated was smart ass bitches that thought they knew everything. He jerked his chin, "Who you got?"
"Someone your sorry ass couldn't catch. Who you got?"
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." His rough voice was full of innuendo and it made her ears hurt, not like the sexy smooth voice of Riddick.
"I'd rather fuck my dog."
Riddick's harsh laugh came from behind her and stilled everyone in the chamber. Kyra smiled, she knew why Tracy was there and she knew the owner of that laugh. The tension in the hanger when up about three hundred percent, and Tracy saw Toombs team starting to unsnap their guns and get ready.
Toombs was sure he had heard that voice before but there was no way that a small, skinny broad could get Riddick by herself. No way. "I asked you who your payday was bitch."
"Bitch," she turned and looked over her shoulder to her 'payday' and continued to speak, "Ice for pussies. What do you think? Think I've got ice for a pussy?" she asked.
The mysterious deep voice rumbled from behind her again, "No, your pussy is tight and hot."
"Thanks." She smiled at the men in the hanger. "See there, I'm not cold, I just pick my partners with discretion… you know ones that shower more than once a month, one's that shave and have nice teeth. I'm picky like that," she smirked, "So it looks like you and your team is out."
Toombs took a step toward her, pulling his gun up, she just raised her eyebrow and cocked her head. Riddick almost laughed again. She had spent way too much time with Kyra and him if she was starting to do that.
There was something about that voice, Toombs knew it, but why couldn't he place it? "Come on Toombs let's get out of here and get our money. I want to be long gone before that fuck Riddick shows up." One of his men said to him.
"You're a pussy too." Toombs bitched at the man that spoke.
"Hold the sled for me won't you Toombs?" She called out to him in her sweetest voice.
"Whatever, make it fast, I ain't got all day." He grumbled and turned away from her, big mistake. When Riddick felt they were all in the proper position and saw Kyra had access to a gun he pushed her forward. She walked down the hatch as Riddick began to speak.
"Couple of things you could have done better Toombs. One, don't come after Jack to get to me. Two and this is the really important one, catch my sorry ass before I found yours first."
"Riddick," Toombs growled.
The eruption of gunfire was deafening as shots rang out in every direction. Riddick, as always chose one of his blades that he casually snagged from the back of Tracy's pants. Toombs and his crew shot at him as he made his way to Kyra but no one hit him. He trusted Tracy to have his back. The thought would have pulled him up short if he had had time to think about it. He had never really trusted anyone before, but he did her.
Tracy was doing a good job at cutting down the men. She had taken out four, Riddick took out another three before he reached Kyra. He heard another explosion of bullets as Kyra took out one to his left as he saw the one on his right drop.
"Riddick." Kyra's voice was breathless with happiness and the rush of adrenaline.
"Hey kid, I'm getting sick of saving your ass."
"I missed you too, Riddick." Kyra told him smiling. She wanted to hug him but thought better of it. He was in battle mode. No time for hugs and kisses.
They started to make their way back to the ship. Tracy was still standing right outside the hatch, watching them, her heart in her throat. Riddick and Kyra. The man she loved and her best friend and sister, who loved the same man. What was she going to do? A cold sweat broke out all over her body and she felt sick to the stomach.
As they walked back, Tracy never lowered her gun, you never knew if one of those fucks were going to come back from the dead and start shooting. Especially Toombs, he was hard to kill it would seem.
They all caught the movement at the same time, a small subtle lift of the hand and randomly aiming as the couple walked by. The shots rang out at the same time. Toombs fired at the exact moment Tracy did, then all was quiet. He was dead, the grey matter proof of his demise. Tracy saw what happened as if it was in slow motion. Kyra stepped in front of Riddick and took the bullet for him. Tracy lifted her eyes and saw both Riddick and Kyra hit the ground. She dropped her gun and ran to them.
"Kyra?" She screamed. "Kyra!" She pushed Riddick aside and saw the red stain spreading over the younger girl's chest. "Kyra." She sobbed, and applied pressure to the wound on Kyra's chest. "You are not going to die on me do you hear? We didn't come all this way for you to die. Hold on."
Kyra gasped and coughed, blood splattered out of her mouth. "Tracy," She cried out.
"I'm here Kyra. I'll never let anything happen to you again. Riddick and I will take care of you." Tracy couldn't stop the stream of tears that ran down her face. Her sister was shot, dying and there was nothing she could do about it.
Kyra shook her head, "Too late sister. You take care of him for me. You take care of the Riddicks, both of them. Promise me."
"No, you take care of them yourself. You're not dying here, not like this." Tracy was shaking; it was all she could do to keep pressure on the bullet wound.
"Tracy please. Promise me. He needs someone, more than he knows." She leaned down and pulled the younger girl in her arms and began to sob.
Kyra turned her head, "Riddick," her voice was soft now as her body grew colder. Riddick looked at her, his eyes full of guilt and sorrow, it made her smile. "I love you Riddick. Take care of Tracy. Keep her safe for me." She sighed one last time and whispered, "I love you both…" as her voice trailed off and her breathing stopped.
Tracy started to scream. "Kyra! Wake up Kyra. Riddick do something. She's not dead, she can't be dead. Kyra."
"We've got to go." He told her without emotion. Tracy didn't even look his way. She kept clutching Kyra's body sobbing and rocking. "Guards are coming, we got to go," Riddick stood up and roared, "Now woman." Still she made no attempt to move. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up and began to drag her back to the ship.
"Stop." She cried, "Kyra. Let me go Riddick. We can't just leave her here."
"She's gone Tracy."
"We can't leave her."
"We can't bring her." He set her down on the deck and looked into her eyes, his voice was tight with anger and some other unspent emotion Tracy didn't recognize. "We can't bring her." He repeated enunciating ever word and then closed the hatch. As soon as the hatch closed, they could hear shots pinging off the hull. "In your seat now." He ordered her. They strapped themselves in and he fired up the engines and took off, leaving Kyra behind.