14. The Third Lust: Truth

There was a bitter taste in her mouth as she flicked her tongue past his lips. It wasn't that he tasted bad, no; it was the fact that she could taste his bitterness towards her. It all lied behind a simple kiss. She was controlling his body and was forcing him to kiss her to complete the transfer. The images of hate that flowed off him in waves made her stomach ache. Riddick's eyes were a blaze of mercurial hatred. She deepened the kiss a bit more and heard him groan in response. It seemed that he was enjoying the bitter kiss.

She pulled away from his lips and placed her forehead against his and stared into his eyes. His nostrils were flared and his head tilted to one side ass he studied her.

"Riddick?" She didn't have anytime to react as his forehead connected with her nose mimicking the same move she had done to him earlier. She rolled to the side cradling her

Broken nose and cussing up a storm in her native language. She was lying on her back with her head tilted back when she caught sight of him from the corner of her eye.

Riddick jumped up from the floor in one fluid motion. Rolling his shoulders to work out the knots, he made his way over to Kimera as she continued to swear and squirm on the floor. He grabbed her by her hair and started dragging her to the bathroom. She was livid and struggling against his grasp while trying not to yank her hair out in the process.

Riddick reached into the tub and turned the water on full blast with scorching, hot water. While he waited for the tub to fill up he wrapped his hand around her hair again so that he had two full handfuls, and pulled with all his strength. A gut wrenching scream filled the bathroom as Kimera's hands shot up to stop him from pulling all her hair out. Her eyes were running with tears and her nose was still bleeding. She was trying to heal herself but her thoughts were elsewhere.

Riddick finally released her hair only to grab hold of her by the neck and pull her up to face him. Face to face with him finally, Kimera had a glimpse of what hatred really was. At that moment, Riddick's eyes resembled those of a Hellcastian because they were glowing with such anger. He applied more pressure to her throat cutting of her air flow. She stopped screaming. Clamping her mouth shut she glared at him. The left side of her face twitched a little at the amount of control she was using. Her body's natural reaction would have been to rip him apart, but she didn't want that.

"You think I didn't see what you did too all those people? The women, the children; the whole village? You fucking disgust me." A single tear slid down her cheek but she ignored it as she kept her stone face intact as he taunted her. Her hands loose at her side and her feet barely on the ground, she spoke.

"I wanted to watch them drown in a pool of their own bitter blood." Her voice was small as she croaked out her response. Lifting her right hand to rest on his cheek, she caressed it slightly. "The voice of temptation whispered at my ear. The sound of fear upset my heart. The innumerable shadows I saw changed into different shapes around me, around that gloomy place… the place in my soul. They took something from me that I never even knew was mine. They took him from me all because they were from different sides of the gene pool. They killed my father because he loved my mother and helped her father a child that was never meant to be; me. I was never supposed to exist, at least not in this world. I am an anomaly. I am the catalyst to the universe and I have no control over my fate because it has already been decided. I just have to let it run its course." Her eyes darkened and he felt her skin heat underneath his hand. "You can't stop me Riddick. Not Mitigar who betrayed more than just my heart, not my people who fear and serve me, not my mother who birthed me and not the darkness that consumes me can stop me from what I shall come to be."

"And what the fuck are you to be, besides a crazy fucked up kid?" his hand was getting hotter.

"A God." Her body burst into flames. In an instant Riddick had her submerged in the scalding bath water. The scent of burning flesh filled the room and she continued to thrash about in the water. He could hear her screams from under the water. His eyes widened as he watched her burnt skin heal while still being in the tub. The water should have been burning his hand. It felt like it was getting colder. She stopped moving suddenly. He thought she might be dead, but he could feel her pulse under his hand. Her eyes rolled to look up at him.

Her face distorted into something dark and her hand shot out of the water to throw him clear across the room to slam into the wall, knocking the wind out of him. Riddick was slumped over coughing. He heard the loud splashing and then the tub exploded. The water on the floor was mixed in with black feathers. He reached for his shiv and leaned over Kimera's still body. He grabbed her wet hair and pulled her head back to expose her throat to his blade.

"Try any of that shit again and I'll cut you so deep your head will fall off." He snarled his answer into her ear. "Now, I'm gonna drag your ass back into the bedroom and tie you up. No more stalling you little vampire witch. You're gonna tell me what the fuck I'm involved in." He didn't give her a chance to respond before he yanked her up and dragged her back into the room. Her wet clothes soaked the floor in the bedroom but it really didn't seem important at the moment.

'Are you alright?' She heard Utze whisper to her in her mind. A small smile graced her lips but was wiped away by the sudden jerk of Riddick's hand on her scalp.

'No, I'm not, but there's nothing you can do. I don't want you involved in this. He needs to know what's going on anyway. Stay in contact with me though, alright?'

'Of course, my lady.' She broke the connection with him right before her head connected with the headboard on the bed. Her vision went blurry for a few seconds. She felt her hands being cuffed roughly and then the pulling of the chains as Riddick looped them to the bed posts. She was too tired and fed up to struggle. Her head slumped down to her chest and she was about to drift off to sleep, when a fist connected with her jaw. Her head snapped to the side and a small trail of blood ran from her split lip. She flicked her tongue out to lap up the blood. Tilting her head to the side to crack her neck, she looked up towards the front of the bed to see Riddick sitting in a chair staring at her expectantly.

"You're a real selfish prick of a mortal you know that? You're one to judge you murdering piece of shit! At least I was doing what was in my nature. You, you just did it because you wanted to." He moved out of his chair so fast that she missed it. Again his fist connected with her face. This time she ignored the blood.

Riddick picked up the over turned chair and moved it to the side of the bed so he could have a better look at her. The cut he had just given her on her lip was almost healed and he'd bet the one on the other side wasn't far behind. Reaching down to his pants, he pulled out his shiv and pointed the blade at her. "I can't really threaten you with pain, since you're so good at dealing with it. But I can certainly cut you up a bit. Heal yourself up all you want. After a while it gets annoying and unbearable. So unless you start talking, I'm gonna start in on your thigh. Right… about… HERE!" He jammed the blade into her thigh to the hilt. He heard and felt when he hit the bone. Shoving a bit more and twisting, he heard it snap. She only screamed when the blade entered, and only flinched when he twisted it. "Now, I'm gonna let that heal around the blade and then I'm gonna yank it out, re-breaking the bone in the process, and do it again until you gimme something I can use."

Her breathing was heavy and her skin pale. She had lost a lot of blood throughout the day and his treatment of her now wasn't helping her situation. She needed to feed and soon. If she didn't, she ran the risk of going into a blood rage, and Riddick was the closest blood filled thing to her. She was thinking of a plan when she felt pressure on her thigh. Riddick had his hand wrapped around the hilt of the shiv. Her eyes bored into his with a pleading request in them. He merely smiled at her then yanked the blade out while twisting it. That time she couldn't help but scream and slumped back against the headboard of the bed as she felt her body working to heal the wound again. She was biting her lip so hard that it was bleeding.

Riddick felt a little bit sorry for twisting it on the way out, but it was stuck around the bone so it was necessary. (Not really) He wiped the blood off his shiv onto the bed spread and looked up at Kimera. Her head was lolled to the side and she was extremely pale even for her dark complexion. She was taking in labored breaths and he could see a sheen of sweat on her brow. He'd better start on the questions before she died on him that is if she could die?

"What are you?" He growled out. She didn't answer. He leaned over and slapped her hard across the face. "I said What are you?"

Her attention was on him now. Eyes drooping and head rolling from side to side, she tried to think of what to say.

"I'm… I am…"

"Yeah, what?"

"I am a mixture of different breeds."

Riddick rolled his eyes. "A mixture of what?"

"My father was a host to a symbiotic creature. The symbiote was from a different dimension all together." She took a breather to collect her thoughts. "My mother is an elemental entity. She stands alone from nature itself. I was pre-born. Pre-born is when you have all the knowledge of those before you and everything that was. You saw how I drank the blood of those mercs, but the sun doesn't affect me. Our people are a splicing of different species. I can control what ever element I want or manipulate it so that my body becomes it. We are, for lack of a better word, perfect. But only genetically." She stopped talking and her eyes closed.

Riddick shoved her roughly. "Nuh uh, you ain't done yet. Why the hell were you in that pit at the abandoned plant?" He noticed her eyes focus at that question.

"I was put there by someone that I trusted."

"You're gonna have to give me a little bit more to go on than that kid."

"Stop calling me a fucking kid! I'm over 200 years old you dumb fucking shit!"

He raised an eyebrow up at her outburst. "Sorry, continue." He leaned back into his chair and got ready for the long story he knew was coming.