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"Shit, Riddick!" Jack snaped as she seen the slice he just delivered to her arm, a slow stream ebbing from the cut.

He stood there, arrogant ass smile on his face. She should have known he wouldn't be easy on her to an extent, but he didn't have to be so cruel about it either. It was his way though, and if she wanted to be good as him, to keep her own personal monsters away he couldn't hold back any punches. It was for her own good, he wasn't going to be around for much longer...he knew it...she knew it. Even though she tried to lie to herself that he would always be there, and if he did try to leave, well she had a few plans of her own to make sure she was going with him. Even if it meant stowing away on whatever ship he stole.

"I know you're not bitching over a little cut, Jackie girl?" His voice a dark velvet, as his poised body never relaxed from combat stance.

Jack growled, her eyes narrowing into fiery slits. She hated when he fuckin called her that, like he had to constantly remind her that she was a girl and not a boy like she wanted to be. She knew what she was and she hated being so. A boy wouldn't get hurt the way she had in the past, they wouldn't have to watch their ass because they were viewed as a piece of meat.

Don't do it Jack. He could see she was pissed and one thing you just didn't do was fight while angry. It clouded the brain, and you made mistakes and when it came to your life or theirs, mistakes weren't something you could afford. He shook his head as he anticipated her attack, with rage she flung herself at him. Her shiv in hand making it too clear where she was trying to attack him at.

At the last second he grabbed her wrist flinging her to the mat, knocking the air from her lungs. To make matters worse he placed his heavy-booted foot onto her stomach, pressing his heal painfully as he leaned over her.

"Get the fuck off me!" Jack raged as she tried to squirm from the excruciating pain. "You're fuckin hurting me, get off!"

He ripped his goggles off his eyes, so she could see the fire, the anger melting in the merculian abyss. "What the hell have I've been teaching you these past fuckin weeks, Jack? Do you think they give a damn about hurting your ass?"

She turned her face away in shame, not wanting him to see the tears falling from her eyes, not wanting him to see how weak she really was. He could see her expression,though, no matter how she tired to hide it. No, you're not weak, kid. Just gotta control that fuckin temper of yours...

He rested his foot to the floor from her stomach and she curled into a ball from the release. He could hear her whimper as she laid there in a fetal position. Riddick bent to his heels his hand out extended to help her off the floor.

"Come on, Kid, lets get you cleaned up." His voice low, thinking maybe he pushed her too far today then others days from thier past weeks of training and he kicking her ass into shape.

A smile reared over Jack's face, Riddick unable to see it as her back was facing him, she had him right where she wanted him. Before Riddick knew what was happening, he was on his back, shiv to neck, with a smugged face Jack over him. He couldn't believe it, the little bitch played him and got him good too.

A deep rumbeling laughter came from his throat. "Getting better, Jack."

"How long?" Riddick growled, his patience was definitely not something he was prided with when he wanted something.

"My Lord?" The new Purifier asked. One appointed by Vaako, since Riddick could fuckin care less who to appoint for the position.

He really did hated to repeat himself, his face showing just that as he sat their lounged on the full chaotic, depressive looking throne. His eyes showing the impatience he felt for the Necromonger. "How fuckin long before we find her?"

"It' not that simple." He stutterd at the glarre being directed toward him and the news he knew wouldn't be liked. "The quasi dead can only attach to her through you. There's no way of finding h-"

He was cut off as a fist came clamping onto his neck, slowly crushing his windpipe and cutting off the flow of air. His hands instinctively clutched at Riddick's arm that wouldn't be moved.

"Try running that by me again." Riddick's voice deathly low, as his fingers gribbed tighter into flesh.

"You didn't let me finish." His horsed voice wheezed through the narrow opening. "You say, you've communicated with her?"

"I'm listening." His grip not loosening, if anything he squeezed harder, enjoying the shade of blue stealing over the Purifier's face.

"Try to get her to tell you where she is!" The Purifier screamed in panic as he slowly felt life draining from his body. "Get her to reveal her location!"

"Something not too hard for you to do, right?"

Riddick looked over his shoulder as the breezy bitch stood there in his presence once again, blowing against her fingers, making them disappear and reappear back in focus. He was seriously getting tired of this fucked up situation and growled as he let go of the Purifier's throat and watched as he crumbled to the floor gasping for air.

"Not like she's trying to forget you, or act like her past never existed." Areon said, a knowing smile on her old face, a hint of a tease in her voice that Riddick wasn't liking too much. "Seems like she isn't the only one running from her past, Fuyran."

"I have no past, just moving forward is all there is." Riddick saidthinking over what he's learned about what he was, Fuyran, and a power he was given to stop the Necors, to take revenge for the thousands who cried out in death. To bring justice to people he didn't know nor care to know.

"I paid my tithes, I did what the fuck they wanted." Riddick snapped, turning his attention to the white-haired bitch. "I killed that bastard Zhylaw."

"Yet, here we stand among a race, not your own." Areon pointed out. "Convert or Kill, or just plain kill."

"What the fuck did your calculating ass expect me to do?" Riddick spitted out, towering over the elemental as he circled around her. "Did you really think I'd be the hero in your little fuckin plan?"

"No..." Areon wizened eyes stared truthfully into his silver pools, giving only a hint of the truth she held. "...not you."

One....two....another....and another still...pounded into a face that was more blood and torn flesh then anything recognizable.

Even her own stomach turned at the pulp of a mess she caused, but the crowd was eating it up if their cheers and screams were any indication, and she was there to please after all. The poor bastard still didn't know when to call it quits as he tried to get up on his feet, but a full blow with the right knee into the face took care of that. Once again he laid there on his back, spewing up blood, thick and red, from his mouth oozing over his face to pool on the already blood stained arena floor.

Kyra stood to her full height, breathing heavily, her body wracked with pain, cuts and bruises she knew would be hard to hide. But she could care less, adrenaline was pumping through her veins and she felt more alive in combat then at any point of her life. Here she was top Bitch and she had yet to find someone to take her off the high pedestal.

"Didn't know who he was fuckin with." Kyra said as a brief glimpse speared through her mind of a man taking down one of the monsters from her dreams. She shook her head to dispel the vision and spat out blood from the actual good hits he got in.

"There you go, you crazy fucked up fans. The unbeatable Jack B Badd!" The referee announced as he held up her hand in the air. The crowd going mad with excitement of blood in the air at another entertaining cage match.

The name, just for stage purposes, she figured it was better to put it to use then have it float around in her head haunting her to remember something she didn't want to know. It just wasn't a name that haunted her mind or stayed engraved on her favorite shiv anymore.

"I want my credits." Kyra directed to the showman/referee who held these little undergournd fights as the crowd continued to go chaotic, chanting for more as they rattled the cage that kept them off the arena floor.

"In time, Princess." The referee snarked, still holding her hand in the air. "Just stand there and look pretty for the nice people a bit longer."

With the hand he held in the air, Kyra clamped a hold of his wrist and twisted his arm to his back in a painful angle.

"Don't ever fuckin call me that again!" She shouted in his ear not caring how close she was to busting his eardrums to nonexistence. "I said I want my damn money, and that means now."

The crowd rattled the cage even more thinking they would see another bloody battle free of charge as their blood lust still roared for more since the first invigorating fight. Kyra allowed him to pull from her grip, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as he fell on his ass in a particularly large pool of blood.

"Alright, hell, go to the lockers and I'll be there with the envelope of dough." He seethed, nursing his injuried wrist he no doubt knew Jack could break easily if wanted to and from the steel look in her eyes she still wanted to.

"Crazy fucking Bitch." He grumbled as she headed to the locker room and held up his hands as he was bombarded with cans and rotten vegetables and Boos from the crowd being denied another satisfying fight.

Kyra plopped down on the bench in front of her locker, the adrenaline flow not so high anymore and the pain and sting from the cuts were now singing their song, but she still couldn't deny it, she loved every slice, punch received to her body and she loved returning the same much more.

Locker open she grabbed a towel to wipe off sweat and blood mingled on her skin, passing it a few times over her face before her eyes caught her reflection in the mirror hanged on the locker door. Not her, but her still the same, the part of her called Jack...the weak, bald-headed little girl that tried to pass herself off as a boy. What was so great about having a dick anyway?

What do you think you're doing?

"Not now." Kyra growled as she continued to scrub her skin tinting the white towel pink and a growing shade of red as she continued to clean herself of the offending mess. 'She' was the last shit she wanted to deal with, now, or at all...hoping 'she' was one of the things she buried along with her fighting memories trying to claw their way to the surface.

You really are trying to forget, aren't you? Her girlish voice cracking with emotion that she would no longer exist with the precious memories she held onto like a security blanket.

"Damn it!" Kyra shouted, her temper flaming through her veins. "I said not now!"

"I thought you wanted your money so bad." The referee guy smirked standing in the entrance way, Krya snapped her head in his direction. "But, hey, I can come back later."

He's gonna come back for us...I know he will...he promised...

Kyra dropped her head down, pulling at her hair from her face as if self-inflicting pain would make her under-ego go away.

"Stupid Bitch, you would believe anything he said." Kyra growled, squeezing her hands so tight that her nails bit deep into her skin drawing blood, while a confused ref looked cautiously around to see who she was talking too.

You don't even remember his name...or what he looks like...

"Shut up." Kyra snarls in a low voice, pulling at her hair with both hands.

"I didn't say anything." Came his baffled reply, looking at the young warrior like she was loosing her mind, and maybe she was.

You don't even want to know his name...

"Shut up!" Kyra's voice ringed higher with menacing pitch, her eyes wild and a thirst for blood shown deep within.

His name is Ri-

"Shut the fuck up!" Kyra lashed out and slammed the locker door, before hearing what her other side had to say. Her attention going back to the man, who was no longer there, instead a Manila envelope laid there in the spot where he stood moments ago.

After taking a much needed disinfectant cleansing, Kyra finally emerged from the underground that held so much promise to those looking for the thrill of a kill. She could care less about it all. As long as it gave her the blood she craved every now and then, and credits worth her skill she was a very happy girl.

In a flash of instincts her blade came out pressed against a very small and lucky throat...lucky that his ass wasn't shivved.

"Holy shit, Kyra!" His voice in shock and fear that he wasn't dead with the speed her hand went to his neck. "It's me!"

A teasing smirk crossed over her lips as she dropped down her hand, placing her shiv back to the compartment in her olive cargo pants.

"I know. Why do you think you're still standing, Jay?" He gave her a look that said 'she so wasn't funny' as she walked on ahead of him.

"Man, that was some rip-ass shit down there!" He ranted excitedly, hopping on both feet as he ran to catch up with her. "You totally served that dude's balls to him on a silver platter!"

She smacked him upside the back of his head and laughed inside as he winced and rubbed the spot frantically. "I'll do the same to you if you don't cool it with the fuckin language or if you snitched where I've been."

He rolled his eyes, then glared at her back as she continued to walk ahead of him. "You always tell me the same thing. I'm not going to rat you out to Mitra."

"See to it you don't." Kyra warned, stalking off in the back alleys with the boy close behind. "I don't want to have to come visit you in the dark one day."

"Yea, definitely don't want that." Jay shivered at the thought with seeing what she could do to guys twice her size. "Why don't you just tell Auntie Mitra about what you can do. I'm sure she wouldn't worry about your safety so much. She already knows you're good with blades."

Kyra shook her head as she heard him trip over his own feet in the dirt alley. "Mitra shouldn't even have found that out. I just need a fix every now and then, that's all. What I was in the past no longer matters. I have a new life, it's all I care about."

"Auntie Mitra says, the past has a way of coming back to haunt ya whether you want it or not." He said looking down at his own feet to ensure he doesn't trip up again and almost run into Kyra who stood there giving him a look to shut the fuck up or she was going to use her shiv to cut his fuckin tongue out, his choice.

He smiled up hesitantly at her and shrugged. "You know, if you believe in that shi-crap and all."

She turned around, continuing on toward the building she vacated with Mitra and her large family. "Lucky for me, I don't."

A few more twists and turns through narrow openings and rough alleys and they were finally back home within an hour or so. It was late, no one should be up, but Kyra wasn't stupid enough to go walking through the front door with Mitra's nephew in tow. She was lectured enough how she didn't act feminine enough or seek that of things girls would be interested in. She sure as hell didn't need to add anymore to her plate full of other migrant lectures.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Kyra said in a fierce whisper, yanking back the boy before he entered the house.

"Going home, duh!" His smartalic reply came as he once again tried to break for the front entrance, before being yanked back again.

"Your ass tries that again and I won't hesitate to shiv your balls off." Kyra threatened making sure he saw it clearly on her face. "Ass, up the sidescape now."

"But I'm afraid of heights." He whined trying to give her a puppy-dog face he used on his much more docile Aunt countless times, but clearly it wasn't working on Krya, who could give a damn.

"Which are you afraid of more, heights or me planting my shiv where the sun doesn't shine?"

"The shiv?" He answered wearily like if he wasn't sure that was the correct answer.

"I thought so." Kyra retorted, and directs him to the sidescape with her livid green eyes. "Now, get fuckin moving for I shiv you for the hell of it."

It didn't take telling him three times before his scrawny little legs were quickly carrying him to the sidescape of the building to climb to the second level and sneak into his sleeping quarter's window she knew he always kept unlocked. She stayed long enough to see his legs follow the rest of his body into his room before going to the front door to punch in a code to allow access in.

"Long fuckin night." Kyra sighed to herself as she ran her hand down her face and headed to the stairs.

"Was it, Krya?" Mitra asked turning up the light source to a dim glow, halting Kyra from ascending the stairs as she turned to face the older woman.

"Mitra, sorry did I wake you?" Kyra allowing that part that was Jack to come forth as she showed sensitivity and feminine ways as she went to the much older women and placed a caring kiss on her cheek.

"No, no child you didnt' wake me." Mitra smiled, and touched her hand to her cheek. "But the streets on the hours like these are no place for such a young women as yourself."

Jack gone and pure Kyra to the surface as she let out a frustrated breath. "I can take care of myself, stop worrying."

"I wouldn't know." Mitra replied in a calm understanding voice. "I much think you really don't even know."

"I know enough." Kyra snapped before she could control her bitting words and let out a deeper sigh. "There's nothing else for me. This is what I want, you, Jay, the girls...this life, it's all I want."

Mitra forced a smile for her benefit, knowing though better, that inside there was a struggle of opposite ends. A spilt of desires, of forces, of two different people, and that Kyra would never be a complete whole again unless she came to terms of what they both wanted.

Trying hard to wrack her mind for something to say to break the heavy tension that fallen upon them, her eyes fall on a beautiful green garment decked with golden strands of beads of different shapes and sizes. The outfit was like the many ones the girls in the family wore for their 'dances'. She fingered the fine material of the top and bottom piece that went nicely with her complexion, bringing out her own green eyes and dark brownish-red curls.

"One of the girls getting a new set?" Kyra asked puzzled why the garment would be displayed out in the open and not carefully placed away.

"No, I was hoping you'd do me a favor?"

Kyra spun around at her words, horror stricken on her face, knowing what that favor entitled. "You're joking?"

It wasn't hard to figure out the type of job her newly acquired family dealt among from the first week of living and traveling with them. They were Sensors after all, their ancestors being the gypsies of ancient Earth centuries ago. What morals they held high wasn't so when it came to the nature of the body or sex for that matter. They highly believed that the body was a temple to be experienced in many ways as one could, with whomever one could indulge such pleasures as two or people engulfed in one another.

They went from one system to another by invitations or wherever they wanted, alluring men with heavy pockets to watch the erotic dances the girls could entwine from their bodies. When the men had their fill of eye fuckin them during their risque performance, they get to choose the girl to actually do the fuckin with. The only rule, she had to be willing, and the willing ones were always the girls who stood in the front row.

Mitra shook her head as she held up the mid-drift top, inspecting it like it was her first time seeing it. "I need another girl. Sanya is very ill, she won't be better in time for our next stop."

"You know how I feel about what they do." Kyra tried not to spit out in distaste. The girls were very much her family after all, and despite what they did for a living, she cared for all of them like if they were her own sisters.

Mitra gave her a pointed look as if she was blowing it way out of proportion then what it was really meant to be, or what she was really asking of her.

"I don't expect you to be one of the girls to sleep with the men." Mitra finally released, trying not to laugh at the amusement and putting Kyra back at ease. "Unless you want to?"

Kyra glared her answer to the person she could consider a mother, could but didn't, really good friend was good enough. "I just need you to dance that's all. So the girl amount will stay the same. You know at least two stay behind for entertainment while the rest of the girls are picked over by the men."

Kyra cocked her brow up wanting to make sure exactly what she'll be doing. "So all you want me to do is dance, right? Nothing else?"

Mitra, this time, did let out a small laugh. "None are the girls are forced to sleep with any of those men. You know that, they do it for the money and the pleasure it brings to their bodies. I wouldn't ask you to do that, unless you wanted to."

Kyra let out an unsteady breath, feeling a bit guilty at what she thought Mitra was implying, but still not liking that she was asked to dance. Especially since she hated exactly what they did, put out their bodies for display like cut meat to be slobbered over by men who couldn't control the bone in their dicks and didn't care who seen it. Then to be showed off like cattle to the highest bidder to be pleasured and to pleasure. Yea, fuckin, right.

Giver her a shiv and a bad-ass man in a small arena any day over that shit and she'll experience true pleasure alright. With fist munching face and shiv gut deep, hell yea, no pleasure fuckin like it.

Kyra let out a huff as she leaned back into the wall, running her hand over her face, glad the guy's hits tonight weren't good enough to leave anything noticeable behind.

"Just dance, that's all?" She asked, trying to assure herself more then anything, it was all that's required of her.

"Yes Kyra, just you dancing. As long as you don't step forward to the front row after the final dance, the guys know you're off limits." Mitra reiterated giving her word in the process that she would be there solely for dancing entertainment and no other kind, especially the physical kind.

Kyra stared at her for a few long moments, while she battled in her head for an answer and finally gave a deep sigh.

"Ok, why not?" She finally agreed and pushed off from the wall to look over her outfit once again. "Where is the stop this time?"

"A new one we haven't been before." Mitra answered, wrapping the solid green peek-a-boo shawl around Kyra's head. "Helium Prime."

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