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Fry fell into the puddles of water with a splash her blood mixed with water swimming around her. Riddick turned around and was left speechless by who he saw standing there behind Fry's fallen dead body.
Riddick stood there speechless for a few seconds staring at the person who was looking towards the still and amused Lafayette, who had stood up and was now standing behind Riddick to his right. The older convict smirked and asked.
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?
The man stood there looking battered and bruised the blood that was on his skin and clothes was now being washed of him by the heavy pouring rain. The man didn't even glance at Riddick instead he kept his gaze on the black haired boy, who was starting to get kind of weirded out by it. The three of them stood there in silence, the only noise that could be heard was from the pouring rain. Riddick gave the man who he thought was long gone a quick look up and down trying to figure out if he was a risk to them. Riddick finally came to the conclusion he was harmless so turned slightly, to reach for something. Neither of them could act in time to stop the bullet hitting Riddick in the leg and the next one ripping through his arm. The older convict went down on his back and for some reason he couldn't keep his eyes open. It was then that they both realised that Riddick hadn't been hit with bullets instead some kind of drug.
Lafayette knelt down beside Riddick and started to check him over hoping that the convict wasn't dead. When he found a heart beat the black haired boy blew out a relieved breath and turned to the man with angry red eyes. The younger convict stood up and walked to the opening of the craft and slowly made his way down the Craft slope while saying.
"My my Johns!,.. You really are trying my Fucking patience!"
Johns continued to stare at Lafayette before saying.
"You left me to die!"
Lafayette gave a innocent look and a flirty careless smile to the beaten man. The young convict walked foward till he was about five feet away from the Merc and then stopped. They both stood there staring at each other, the black haired boy could see the anger and betrayal in the others eyes.
"What's your plan then Johns? You going to kill us all?"
Lafayette looked down at the dead body of Fry and though to himself why life was so un fair to him, he's missed another death, life was a bitch!. Lafayette was pulled out of his brooding by Johns moving closer to him with one hand behind his back. The black haired convict acted fast and quickly reached for his knife that he kept in his boot and put it to the older mans neck.
"Really Johnny you were always so slow, that's why you could never catch me or get me in your bed!"
Lafayette gave Johns a teasing cruel smile and started to giggle manically. The young convict twisted the silver blade and went to press down on the Mercs neck to kill the man. Blood began seeping out of the wound onto the blade when suddenly Lafayette was thrown aside, landing harshly on the cold wet ground. The black haired boy looked up with rage in his eyes and was surprised to see the Holy man standing there looking tired and wet. Lafayette gave a feral growl and went to pounce on the man, but found himself held back and restrained by Johns. When the young convict started screaming and kicking, the two men heard loud hissing and screeching from the creatures which ony made the young convict scream louder and stuggle harder. Acting fast Johns took his weapon and hit the young boy around the head with it. Lafayette muttered 'Fuck' before falling into complete darkness.
The two men stared at the unconscious young teen laying on the floor at there feet for a few minutes before jumping into action. Johns turned to the Holy man and said.
"Thank you, I assure you that these two convicts will be back where they belong very soon."
The Holy man nodded his head and watched as the Merc lifted up the teen and carry him into the craft. He looked over at the fallen body of Fry and gave a sad sigh. The Holy man couldn't believe the events that had happened on this rock. When he heard Johns calling him he boarded the craft and took a seat while holding his necklace and wondering where to start with his prays.
At the same time Johns almost tenderly laid the black haired convict down and let a smirk cross his lips. He glanced at the Holy man and then started to get everything in order to take off. Two hours after taking of successfully from that damn rock of a planet they were on there way to drop the holy man of. They only had an hour to go and he was having a unpleasant sleep. The Merc gave a painful groan when he accidentally jarred one of his injures before gazing over at the sleeping convict and smiled tiredly. Happy that he had beaten Riddick and got what he wanted, in his eyes he had won.
What Johns didn't see was Lafayette slowly waking up with red angry eyes at the memorys that all came back to him at once. The young convict acted quickly and spotted a knife near him, he glanced at a tied up and unconscious Riddick before slipping the knife to Johns exposed neck. The Merc made no noise, he turned his head to the side slowly and swore to himself when he remember that he didn't tie the young teen up like he should have. Johns didn't have time utter a word before he was slapped very hard around the face by a pissed of Lafayette the sound seemed to bounce of the walls, Johns knew there was a bruise already forming. The black haired teen gave a insane giggle with a twist of the knife in one of the Mercs many wounds, which got a painful hiss in reply.
"What the Fuck are you planning to do Johns? Send me and Riddick back to the slam?" Lafayette hissed in Johns ear. Slowing raising the blade and shoving it into another unhealed wound, provoking a chocked sob from the week man.
"Of course not, your coming with me you stupid slut, Riddick's going back to the slam." Johns chocked out.
It then all started to make sense to Lafayette, with all his force he hit Johns again, once, twice, three time before sinking the knife into his neck. The Merc groaned in pain which roused the holy man from his sleep. When the holy man saw the scene in front of him he quietly snuck up behind the teen and raised a object to knock him out but was caught of guard when the teen spinned around, kicked out his leg sending the Holy man to the floor before sending three brutel kicks to the Holy mans unprotected stomach while keeping the blade on Johns. When he was satisfied he was taken cared of, the convict swung around sending waves of agony into Johns stomach as he kicked and punched the Merc already beaten body. Lafayette stopped suddenly, stepped back and suvyed his work while raising the blood covered blade to the others mans face, with gently movement little cuts were made across the Merc face.
Johns new he had to act fast before Lafayette killed him but couldn't see a way to attack the stronger teen. It was then movement from the floor caught his eye, not alerting the black haired teen he contined to groan and moan in real pain. The young convict raised the knife with a glint in his eye when suddenly a explosion of pure pain danced across the back of his head. Lafayette fell to the floor with a thump, the knife sliding across the floor near the chairs. Above him the Holy man stood with a hauted look in his eyes before slumping down in a nearby chair and hanging his head foward. Johns heavy breathing filled the craft as some blood dropped to the floor from the uncouncious teens head. The merc knew that was going to seriously hurt when he woke up. Johns stuggled to his feet, passed the Holy man with a quiet Thank you before cleaning himself up. No more words were spoken between the two men for the rest of the journey. After saying there farewells the Holy man departed the craft while wondering to himself what was going to become of the young black haired convict, he saw something good in Lafayette but it was covered and buried by years of dark haunting memories that surrounded his eyes. Shaking his head of the teen he carried on treking along the path.
Two hours later Lafayette woke up with no Riddick in sight. He sat up from lying on the uncomfortable bed and held the back of his head pain clear on his features, after cleaing the dots in front of his eyes and blocking the burning pain he slipped of the bed. He groaned quietly and checked for blood, relived when he discovered there was none.
The young teen turned towards the front of the craft and was not surprised when he saw Johns sat there at the wheel. It was then that he realised his clothing was different, no longer was there dirt and blood on him but now clean black shirt and shorts with his hair clean. The convict walked slowly to Johns and lazily leant on the back of Johns chair and asked quietly.
"Where are we?"
If Johns was shocked that Lafayette sounded so calm he didn't show it. Johns shifted slightly and said.
"Doesn't matter where we are. Me and you, we can go anywhere you like"
Johns was met with silence from Lafayette and he swore he felt the young convicts glare burning into the back of his head. The black haired teen had figured out what was going on completely last time he had woken up. It was then he realised that there was no Holy man as well. Lafayette looked back at Johns and asked.
"Where's the Holy man? You kill him as well?"
Johns ignored the black haired teen's questions and told him.
"Get some sleep you must be tired."
Lafayette's patience ran out and he angrily grabbed a gun that was carelessly laying around, he pointed it at the back of Johns head and asked with burning venom.
"Where the Fuck are we Dickhead? And where is Riddick you fucking bastard?"