A/N: Wow, thanks all for the Reviews, seriously wasn't expecting em. But soooo luv em. I'm def gonna be continuing with this fic since I see that it does have an interest.
Dedication: To my good and special friend Robert who passed away a few weeks ago, read this fic and said I def should keep going. This is for you dude, and I def will.
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She could feel it, like water or fine sand slipping through thin fingers. Her spirit was leaving her body, unable to support it any longer. Pain was never a problem for her, never nothing new, but the cold and the darkness she absolutely hated. It meant not seeing him, it meant the monsters would come and her without her hero for protection against them.
"Are you with me, Kyra?" His deep rumbling voice, low and damped with pain.
He was hurting, HIM, hurting...He been cut, stabbed, beaten over hundreds of times, but none caused him pain like the sight of her slowly leaving into a place she knew he couldn't follow. The silvery shine of his eyes were even more luminous with the glassiness of unshed tears.
Beautiful....So, beautiful....She thought, staring into the merculian orbs that always captured her, as she could hardly feel the ebb of life flowing through her veins, and knew he could hardly feel it from her also. The special connection they had between each other, as if they were almost one in the same.
"I've always been with you..." Her last breath stole from her body as the darkness swallowed her whole, breaking her to the hated depths of Pitch Blackness and clicking noises that haunted her dreams for years, making each night a living hell.
She found herself alone in a tunnel of inky black all around, from one turn to another it lingered, almost like clothen upon her body. It felt stale and made her skin crawl and itch. She slapped at her arms, her neck, her hands to wipe away the black that kept clinging back to consume her.
'I can't go. I won't!' Jack yelled fighting away the gripping darkness, reaching to claim her finally.
Ahead a pin-hole size of light leading to the world, to her body, back to life....back to 'him'. Her scrawny legs pushed her forward past the fears that left a film of sweat upon her, weary to fight back to return. The soundless pads of her feet striking the coal-colored ground in a frantic hurry as the light seem to grow dimmer so quickly.
"I can't leave him, he needs me!" Jack yelled at whatever would listen, puffing hastily to reach to the light that never seem to come any closer.
Another step and she found herself falling down hitting the black ground hard and instinctively she rolled so that she was on her back facing up and seeing herself, all grown up and being the badass she never would have been if she just listened and stayed with Imam on Helium Prime, safe and unscathed.
"Like a bitch in heat, you go running back to him." Kyra sneered, an evil grin curled upon her lips looking down at the simpering pup with disgust.
"He's not like that and you know it." Jack whimpered, starring unsure upon her older self. "You're just hurt that he left us...that he left you."
"I hate him." Kyra spat out, and leaned down upon her heels to get closer into the girl's face. "And how exactly do you think he is? He's a man, they're all the same. They just want one thing, a nice fuck and then they're through with you!"
"NO!" Jack screamed in protest, her hands covering her ears and body curled up into a fetal position as unwanted memories shown through the inky abyss.
Times of when her step-father would play certain 'games' with her when her mom was away, that weren't fun at all. That hurt and made her feel guilty and horrible for the feelings that he made her feel as he forced himself onto her.
"He'll do the same." Kyra sneered at the girl, reminded of the pain every man caused in her life and 'He' was no exception.
He left her, when there was no one else to keep the monsters away inside. He up and left, knowing she couldn't sleep without him cradling her in his arms. Knowing that he had her heart and would be taking it with him if he ever left, but it still didn't stop him from going. For her benefit he might have thought, yea fuckin, right!
Kyra bit back tears as she reached out grabbing Jack by the ankle and started to drag her off deeper into the darkness that waited with stretched out arms. "There is no fuckin way I'll let you drag me back to him."
Jack turned around, screaming and crying floods of tears that ran down her face in streams, hands trying to latch onto anything that was around and dug fingertips, clinging into the dark ground. Kyra grunted harshly as she was whip lashed back from going any further and growled at the girl as she turned to face her.
"Stop it and let go!" Kyra commanded and tugged all the more harder.
"NO! I'm not leaving him!" Jack shouted and kicked out releasing her grip upon her ankle, but not getting far as Kyra swiped her leg out making her face plant into the ground once again.
"Fine, I'll just make you forget all about the Bastard!" Kyra growled and pinned Jack with her knee heavily into her back.
She felt a searing heat rip through her, and an explosion behind her closed eyes in pain as Kyra reached inside and grabbed onto blobs of whitish mush from her own body and throwing them, extinguishing their light along with the memory it held off into the devouring darkness.
"Stop it, please!" Jack cried watching the horroring display of Kyra ripping pieces of her own body away in her hate to forget the man who ripped her heart away a long time ago.
Kyra stopped, flinging the last blob away in her hand without care. A maniacal grin on her lips as crazed filled eyes stared down into the fearful ones of Jack.
"Before I forget, my reason for hating you." She said for her stop in throwing away anymore memories from herself and clung her vice-like grip around Jack's neck who bucked and squirmed at the threat on her life.
She coughed and gagged as the clicking sounds rose to a crescendo with anticipation of finally capturing the girl that escaped their clutches back on T2, finally she would be theirs like she was suppose to be. The girl with the sweet scent of blood that made them drool with want of the tainted, metallic taste.
Jack's eye's bugged from her face as the flow of oxygen slowly drained from her gasping body, but Kyra was too strong to buck from off the top of her and she was just a girl, a child, in comparison.
"Jack, Kyra, you must survive. Stop it!"
Jack looked up, the pin-hole size of light had become bigger and swirling around the edges were white mists of heavenly rays that looked like the flares that would shoot off the surface of the Sun if you were close enough to see them. Swirling mist battling out into the darkness and in the mist a woman's voice, old and wizened about many things.
Jack could barely make her out as she fought not to give into the darkness clawing greedy hands for her soul, what she could see were robes of silky shawls flowing around her body along with white hair on a proud face. Her hand was outstretched to reach the girl, there was panic in her eyes, but her face gave nothing away of the fear she felt inside.
"Reach my hand, Child." The woman's voice floated to her like the very air itself.
"I can't!" Jack gurgled from her throat that was slowly being squeezed onto itself from Kyra's constricting hands.
"Try!" The tone hard and commanding, holding an intrigue of why she was so important to be saved, anyway.
Jack brought her legs up with the help of whatever higher force due the credit and placed it in away that she was able to flip Kyra over her head and leveled the older woman flat on her back, stunning her and knocking the wind from her lungs and being unable to put up much of a fight.
"Now, grab a hold of Kyra and latch onto my hand!" The woman shouted her voice sounding as if far away.
Jack didn't have time to question and did as the old woman instructed, latching a tight hold on her older self and grabbing the airy woman's hand a few feet in front of her and felt herself being yanked back to reality...
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Kyra opened her eyes, groaning, she was on the floor again. It happened at least three times a week, so, she wasn't all that surprised. She sat up on her bottom the sheets from her bed wrapped a few times around her as she smoothed her hair back from her face to take in the morning's light streaming into the new room she now occupied.
'You tried to kill me!' Jack's voice screamed into her head, making Kyra grab at her hair with pain.
She looked up and noticed the bald-headed kid looking angry at her from the reflection of her silver cup on the night stand. "I should have killed you."
Jack rolled her eyes shaking her head. 'Instead, you're fucked up! You don't even know why you wanted to kill me. You can't remember!'
Kyra tilted her head, a cocky grin slowly crossed her lips, lazy and sinful. "Good. Now go the hell away! Do us both a favor and stay that way."
'You think you're so smart.' Jack sassed in a sly voice, looking very smugged which Kyra wasn't liking at all and gave the girl a confused look. 'Do you even know where you are?'
"Helium Prime, Smartass." Kyra replied snatching the shiny cup from the night stand, and glarring at it between fingers that wish they were around her throat again. "So?"
Jack didn't answer, she simply disappeared leaving a ring of giggles behind that only infuriated Kyra who tossed the cup from the open window styles of the houses on Helium Prime. The shout of an angry pedestrian followed shortly behind, but she could care less.
She had to figure out the cryptic message of her lesser-self, and the dream, no not a dream, but what, a vision? Of what happened when she died. When she and Jack seem to become two separate people, two separate forces in one body trying to control the other. She wanted to die, she welcomed the darkness as long as it meant she would be away from 'him'.
Kyra growled, never took long before the Bastard starting taking over her thoughts and the fucked up part of it all was that she didn't even know who HE was. Well, couldn't remember, and she had herself to thank for that. She died, would have if it wasn't for some white-hair bitch snatching her and the brat from the dark and into the light and all things she hated.
She grabbed at her head as memories she thought she gotten rid of started stitching painfully back to remembrance. She remember being surrounded by light and the airy bitch's voice speaking some fuckin nonsense she didn't understand at all. That the two of them were needed to erase some shit from the world, of prophecies and heroes, darkness and light. A key to soothe a powerful beast who consumed blood like honey and cared for no man, woman or child......all except, one.
Kyra saw images of herself as if looking down upon everything, her body that she was still connected to being placed into a Cyro chamber by the man with the merculian eyes. The only thing she could see of him the rest of him was blurry and fuzzy, her memory of him not there. Other images flashed and she felt herself being pulled back to the pain as the woman with the white hair connected her back with her body. Then there was a noise and the lady with white hair hid but not before activating the chamber placing the two in a deep sleep.
She couldn't open her eyes, she wanted to desperately know what the hell was going on, but she could hear voices as she was slowly being pulled to the arms of dream world and the pain was becoming all but a distant memory. They thought she was still dead, it wasn't the man with the merculian eyes, it was a female's voice, younger and arrogant like she was Bitch Queen of the whole damn galaxy. Krya remember how she felt like cutting the arrogant voice out of the Bitch, but she was just so sleepy, she couldn't even twitch her finger and the darkness finally did have her.
Kyra jumped, spinning around and shiv out-stretched in automatic response at the sound behind her. Mitra stood there frozen, a gasp of wind inhailed as she held her hand to her chest in surprise.
"Sorry, Mitra." Kyra replied in a timid voice and smoothly placed the shivs in thier secret compartment hidden in her clothes.
Mitra just nodded it off, and gave the girl a smile that said 'forget about it' and handed Kyra her leather, hooded trench coat. "Yours, cleaned and pressed. It was kind of hard to get some of the blood stains out."
Kyra gave her a blank look, she didn't know exactly what to say. "Mitra, there is..."
"It is who you are, Kyra, I knew I wasn't going to find an angel when I saw something fall from the sky that day." Mitra hinted, stopping Kyra from explaining anything she wasn't ready for. "Now shower, and dress. The girls want to hit the markets before the ceremony tonight."
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She stared from under the low hood of her trench coat, always on alert as she felt her animal stretch and come to life. A smile tugging on her lips feeling her senses reaching out around her for any signs to be cautious about. It fed off of the vibes of the hustle and bustle of the crowds around, shopping and moving fast to get where they wanted to be.
Kyra had to quickly stop herself from reacting as one of the girls latched onto her arm and started to pull. "Come on, stop standing there looking like someone is going to get you."
Taya gave a teasing smile and walked along side of Krya who only groaned at the excitement the other girls felt when it came to the markets. She was the only one Krya felt closest to, she loved them all, but Taya was actually like having a sister that she could really talk to and the only one who knew about her blood lust in the arenas.
Taya stopped in front of a fruit stand, eyeing some apples and brought one close to smell as her eyes skipped over to Krya. "Can you at least look like you're having fun?"
"Tay, give me a shiv and one badass motherfucker and I'll show you fun." Krya smirked tossing a grape playfully at the girl not much older then herself.
"You need a man...not to beat on...but to enjoy." Taya pressed with a suggestive wiggle to her brow. She being the only who could touch on that subject with Krya without worrying about eating dirt from her face being shoved into the ground.
Kyra blew at the hair lining her vision and rolled her eyes at the Indie girl, natural brownish-red skin and long flowing, straight black hair. She could see why Taya was such a favorable choice among the men. She grunted at the suggestion and pressed her thumb against the pristine edge of her shiv, something she always did when irritated.
"I do...in my own way..." Kyra said, not sounding too convincing. She despised the thought of having another man touch her and goggle her the way Taya and the other girls allowed men to do to them. She heard of it being pleasurable not only for the men but the women as well, but from experience with the opposite sex, pleasure was bringing a guy to his knees with a fistful of his blood squishing in her hand.
Taya gave her a skeptical eye as they continued on slowly around the market that held such an abundance of trade, but right now she wasn't worried about her shopping. "Do you...really enjoy it?"
The truth was, yea she liked it, beating the crap out of men, it gave her power. It was her way of erasing or taking back control over what she went through as a child with her step-father. He took something so precious from her that she could never have again, but in her mind beating some dude four times stronger then her shitless was her way of gaining what she lost.
'Of all the things to make yourself forget, you throw the one thing away who actually kept the monsters from us...' Jack's sullen voice whispered into her mind causing her to knick her thumb she had pressed tightly against her shiv.
"Damnit!" Kyra cursed, her mouth closing on her thumb as she sucked at the blood that flowed from the cut.
A small little head with bounding curls and brown-golden skin curiously looked around at the sound of a familiar voice. Her black, deep eyes only seeing the rush of people that went to and from one cart to another of market goods. She turned small hands to her mother's tunic and tugged impatiently at the brilliant purple robe.
"Mama, I heard something." The girl said, words failing her as her mother busy with haggeling for a decent price for some fresh fish waved her off.
"Not now, Ziza." Lajun whispered, not meaning her words to sound so harsh, but dealing with the struggling of loosing someone so dear to her was still a fresh open wound inside.
The lilttle girl sadly dropped her head but looked up as the familiar voice came floating on air to her again and with another quick look to her busy mother one last time she slid off into the crowd.
"You ok, Kyra?" Taya asked with concern and quickly retrieved a piece of cloth from her satchel that the younger girl with the wild spring of curls only dismissed as she kept her thumb in her mouth to sooth the sting.
"I've had worse injuries then this, I'll live." Kyra said and inspected the knick that wasn't as wide as it was deep explaining the amount of blood that seeped from it. "It won't be the last time I see my own blood."
Taya gave her a pointed look and her eyes left that of her friend to a figure that plowed into Kyra and gasped as it happened all so fast at one time. The robe swirled as Kyra quickly spun around, a metal shine glinted in the air as the shiv caught the ray of the sun.
Kyra had to stop herself, thanks to very trained and honed skills, from plunging the blade into the small figure that had her lock into a fierce embrace for the tiny size of the girl. Her hand fell instantly on the bound curls that poofed from the girl's head, a look of shock on her face as she stared at the strange kid who dared touch her. No one touched her, without her say so.
"Jack, you came back!" The small mouse voice came from the child, turning that shock to instant freeze as her words sunck in. "I knew you couldn't stay away forever."
Lajun emerged from the crowd in a panic not being able to find her daughter anywhere near like she knew the child would be and instantly coming to a halt seeing Ziza hugging a girl, no, a woman now, she never thought she would lay eyes on again.
"Ziza, there you are!" Lajun gasped out heavily, quickly taking the girl up in her arms and setteling her on her hip.
"Look, mama, it's Ja-" Ziza try to annouce giddily, but was hushed sharply by her mom, a voice the child knew meant not to cross her.
"I'm sorry for my daughter, she's quite mistaken a lot, and is much to friendly with completestrangers." Lajun hastily apologized and nodding her head in respect. Inside her heart was constricting in pain for Kyra for what she knew was soon to come, by her very hands.
Inside Kyra was fighting feelings of knowing because it went against what she was fighting on forgetting...her past and embracing her new future. "No harm done, but you might want to keep a closer eye, never know what could happen to a girl like her." To a girl period....
Lajun bowed her head once more in gratitude. "Yes, thank you so much."
The older woman left quickly, girl protectively wrapped in her arms, like she was being hunted and had to loose her prey's trail. But from what Kyra was sensing, what the animal inside her could feel, nothing bode any warning of any time for her actions to be in that way. She only shook her head dismissing the woman's behavior as Taya began to pull her off in the direction of a jewelry shop to get a few trinkets to wear at the night's ceremony.
Lajun ushered her daughter into their lightly peach colored adobe home after locking in the proper code for the door. Weary with the sight she seen and what she swore to do on her child's life if she every came in contact with Jack again. Riddick's words sprung to mind as she battled against herself to do the right thing.
'Swear to me!' Riddick growled, his voice a deadly purr as he looked down upon the dark-skinned woman.
'On her life...' He said pointing to Ziza who absently played with some toys that the new trades brought to the planet that was gradually rebuilding after the destruction caused by the first Lord Marshall. '...On her life that you will contact me with anything...and I mean ANYTHING concerning Kyra..."
Lajun looked from her daughter that was hiding missing her father by drowning herself with childlike play and looked at Riddick, her eyes not staying long on him and nodded.
'Say it!' Riddick commanded.
'On her life!' Lajun spoke up without a second lost. "I swear to tell you.'
She fell back into the wall, collapsing against it and closed her eyes at the choice she had no control over anymore then she had control on living without air. Her hands reached into the pocket of her robe where she kept the communicating device that straightway connected to a secret channel that she knew Riddick never closed. "Please, forgive me child."
To Be Continued...