A/N:Thanks all for the reviews! Whoot! And Thank God, Semester is finally over! Now it's back to work and all the things I hate....lol
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Winged Beast: Definitely the beast within ;)
Dark, it was always so fuckin black you couldn't tell if your hand was in front of your face unless you pressed it against your nose. It was his element, though, it was like being in the light with the way his eyes were. The light was the fucked up thing to him, who wanted it, or needed it, anyway? So over rated, right?
'Over rated, my ass!'Jack thought as she sat crouched out in the hall, sitting pathetically in front of Riddick's door, deciding if she actually wanted to know what her insides looked like by crossing into the forbidden domain-his domain.
She pressed her legs against her chest, breathing harshly after the nightmare she suffered a few minutes ago. Her mind trying to play tricks of clicking sounds and things moving in the dark around her as her fear build. It was only going on two months since their rescue from the skiff they blew off in from T2.
No one made a big deal about finding three passengers off in space no food, no water for awhile. Shit like that just happened, wrong turns and crap. As far as anyone needed to know, they were just three pilgrims on their way to New Mecca. Well, one Pilgrim, a child and a bodyguard, no one needed to know any different.
Now here they were on their way to the Helios system, back to Imam's home land, one girl and ex-con richer, despite the lost of his boys. On a ship not much bigger then the skiff they were found nearly dead on, with the exception of a lavatory, a small gym, of course mess hall, and two sleeping quarters. One belonging to the Big Evil, Jack so ceremoniously dubbed him, and the other hers which was beginning to be used less and less--much to the dismay of one holy man.
Since the escape from hell, her nights had turn into mini episodes of all that happened to her on that fucked up planet, every dream being different from the last and each ending with her screaming until her throat was raw and her body drenched as if someone poured cold water onto her.
Riddick stirred, shifting onto his back, his nose picking up the taint of fear painting the air. It was heavy, almost as sweet as the metallicsmell of blood, but just as good and he only knew it belong to one person. His sense of smell was trained on it since the first day he boarded the Hunter-Gratzner, and his animal became consumed by it with every passing, there was no getting enough.
'Damn nightmares...' Riddick growled in his head, they were both a blessing and a curse. While his beast became docile and loved the strange connection it attached itself to this girl. He still couldn't deny the other engages his body felt toward the 14 year old bald-headed hero worshipper. 'I'm no damn hero kid, and I'm no fucking child molester...'
The last he thought sternly to the beast inside who was growing a little to fond of the thing he found so intriguing about Jack. The name rumbled in his chest, his mind slipping down paths he wouldn't dare go.
'Fuckin stop!' He growled inside before his mind went back to the kid still sitting alone in the dark right outside his door.
The kid was scared, he put up with over four months of these nightly visits to know exactly what she wanted, but she still was too afraid of him to come straight to his bed without an invitation that it was ok.
Or, maybe not...
Riddick cocked his brow as Jack cracked the door open to his sleeping quarters, her head peeking through inch by inch as if testing the waters. Eyes searching trying to discern his exact location in the dark but was far off.
"Riddick?" She whispered hesitantly, and stopped breathing waiting for a reply.
"Breath, Kid...I'm here." Riddick's deep voice spoke out of the darkness causing Jack's heart to skip in beat.
"Are you sleeping?" She knew it was a dumb question, but she was too nervous to really care what words came out as long as there wasn't silence and him just lying in bed starring at her, perfectly seeing her in the dark.
"Would I be talking if I were?" The rumbling echoed in the small room, it was almost like rolling thunder.
"No shit Sherlock." Jack smirked, there it was, a hint of a teasing smile on her lips and it was infections because before he knew it, his lips were betraying him in doing the same.
She found herself standing next to the small cot he used as a bed, still big enough to fit another body upon. Finding herself seeking his exact location by using his voice to direct where he was, the training was starting to come in handy after all.
"Good job, Jack." Riddick actually complemented on something so small, she could barely tell if he was serious. "Me kicking your ass actually did you some good for a change."
Jack rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, eyes set in a glare and he was loving it, there was nothing better then having a pissed off Jack around. What could he say, he loved fucking with her head...just a little. Liar, you love it a lot!
He grabbed her crossed arms, both between his large hand and pulled her down next to him. Her body fell in place beside him, right under the protection of his shoulder where her head rested. She gave a contented sigh as her arm wrapped around his chest and he couldn't help but rub his nose into the soft fuzz that her hair was growing into and inhale deeply...
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Lajjun walked briskly to keep up with the armored guards escorting her through the inner sanctum of the new Lord Marshall, Riddick. They didn't care too much for the unconverted and the glares directed to her every now and then were proof. The Necromongers didn't understand why their savage leader gave the planet of Helion Prime immunity from their ways while other planets were not as fortunate. It always took him awhile to actually engage in destruction of planets, of lives, to partake in their ways at times, while other moments it seemed like he couldn't get enough of the blood that was shedding by his command.
Her eyes scanned around the dark decor that was newly transformed from how it use to be, now it was pure him, black marble and black gold nearly capturing everything while deep silver statues of strange hammer-head creatures adorned the eerie structures of massive halls and rooms she quickly passed to keep up with the guards. She could nearly imagine the terrible shrills the creatures must of made when actually alive and in the deep darkness.
They came to a set of arched doors as tall as the wall, one of the guards opened it while the other roughly took her about the arms and pushed her inside. She turned around to protest but was frightened as the door was slammed in front of her face.
"I am pleased you have made it."
Lajjun collected the ends of her shawl around her head in hand before turning to the familiar voice she wasn't expecting to meet.
Aereon stood before her, bold and proud as ever if not more wearier since the journey begun a little over eight months of living with a monster and bringing about prophecies.
"Sister, Aereon!" Lajjun greeted the older woman, once a great chair member in the Helion Prime government.
Aereon received the hug from the younger woman and returning the same before pulling back to look at her. "May the fates shine upon thee."
"And thee." Lajjun repeated their ritualistic greeting and followed along as Aereon lead her, with hand to her arm, over to a couple chairs that sat facing each other in front of a massive fireplace roaring to keep out a chill that never seemed to leave the dark fortress.
Her white hair flowing around the olden woman's face as she bounced her head in one direction and then another as if trying to discern if they were truly alone. Her silvery eyes finally falling onto the dark-skinned woman who watched her curiously, relieved that it was a friend that sought her presence and not that of the new Lord Marshall.
Aereon's steady, wrinkled fingers held a dark, black-gold kettle in hand as she poured some liquid into two intricate cups on the small, round table separating them.
"So, she is here....Kyra the fierce woman....and Jack the innocent child..." She spoke in her perceiving voice, pointing the darkly teacup toward the younger woman.
"....has come back to Helion Prime....where it all begun and end....and begins again."
"I don't understand what you speak of..." Lajjun tilted her head in confusion, and took a small sip of her minted drink. "...but yes....the girl once known as Jack, she is back....but yet she isn't. I can't explain."
"No need." Aereon dismissed, placing her own cup down to the table. "I'm very much aware of the conflicting battle Kyra and the child Jack are engaged in. I need but know where I can find her, Sister Lajjun."
Lajjun dropped her eyes to the marbled floor with a sigh of defeat. "She is here on this planet but I know not where...the last I've seen of her was in the markets and she knew me or my child not. Did you hear me, Sister Aereon? She didn't know Ziza...a girl she has called sister since she was born, who she'd read stories to every night since she's come into this world."
"Kyra is quite a disturbed girl at the moment. She has endured great trials in life....and I'm afraid more is to come." Aereon flicked her wrist and a breeze directed the thick shades to part and allow the Helion sunshine and air to vent the dreary room.
"Yet....One can only handle so much before the spirit is broken and she has shattered quite so."
Lajjun looked upon the wizened elemental with slitted eyes, her own calculations running through her head. "But she was dead and her body stolen. How is it she's back?"
Aereon looked off in thought for a moment before settling her wise eyes back to Lajjun with lips slightly curled. "It's hard to kill a prophecy.....as it is a Furyan."
The Muslim woman sat straighter in her chair at those words in shock. "She's..."
"The Key prophecy has spoken about for over thirty years." Aereon confessed, rising to her feet and walking closer to the fireplace, her flowing shawls following behind like billowing willow leaves.
Lajjun felt an unease chill through her veins and pulled her Autumn-colored robes closer to her body. "Riddick has gotten rid of Zhylaw."
"Yet, there is still darkness suffocating out the light..." Aereon spoke above a whisper, her eyes glued into the dancing flames. "Evil spreads, planets die and the light grows dimmer a little more with each lost......Balance has yet to begun to be back in order."
Lajjun shook her head, not understanding the straws she was desperately grasping at. "What madness do you speak, Aereon?"
She looked from the fires and over her shoulder, face nearly hidden by the transparent shawls. "I speak of a more powerful beast with a weakness and a woman who is his achilies' heel."
Aeron took a few steps until she was in front of the woman she considered friend. "Riddick proved to be such a beast and his possessiveness over the girl alone calculates her value. "
Lajjun forrowed her brows in contemplation, wielding the woman's words in her mind and looked up with wide eyes. "She's to kill the Riddick?"
"Even my foresight with outcomes cannot bring a straight answer to this prophesy." Aereon sighed heavily in all honesty, for once in her life she was stumped...at a complete lost.
"I simply do not know..."
Lajjun nodded her head in understanding and then looked up with worried eyes. "He seeks her now as we speak."
"Of course." Aereon nodded not surprised in the least, and turned blank eyes to peer out the open balcony doors. "No doubt he will find her....or she....him."
Her grey eyes starring off far into the horizon as if looking into the very folds of time itself. "Then....it really begins."
Shadows played behind veils, hues of Autumn leaves, tropic waters and cloudless nights. Forms of flowing limbs winding in the air, leaving little to the imagination as fires revealed the curves of hips, the valleys of breasts that hung round and full on bodies just as enticing as their dark counterparts displayed on the thin fabrics that were the only barrier to private rooms.
Moans drifted in harmony with the crackle of wood that resided in the great fireplaces, low and peaking high with sensual activities that would make any Nempho blush to witness. Turbalance of heat swirled with a whirlwind of another kind of fire as bodies came together in nature's ecstasy, feeding flames as the song echoed on against blood-red bricks and stirring the needs to those who waited their turn.
Men sat upon mounds of pillows littering the marble floors, grabbing their bones for a slight relief until the next round of entertainment began for them. Many came as far as the next gaxlaxy at the hearing that the enticing Mitra and her throng of pleasurable woman were going to be in the Helios system, on Helion Prime, no matter the distance they couldn't resist. Some of them even being princes and high nobles from their own planets couldn't help but take a bite into the apple of temptation obscuring the fact that they were married or bethroed to another...it sway not their decision.
Kyra peeked from the open space her forefinger created in the midnight curtain blocking the room they were given to prepare themselves in. Her brownish-green eyes scrolling over the drunken mirth that adorned the men faces as they chatted, or played roughly against each other in wait for the girls to come out and do what they came there for. She pressed her shiv into her thumb in irritation as she glanced sickly at those who even pleasured themselves in front of all in anticipation for where their manhood would go.
Her unruly curls hid her slitted eyes as her head tilted forward in disgust. The heat of her anger distracted for a fleeting moment as two men ambled by the room boasting to each other about the beauties they couldn't wait to do their worst on.
"Pussy...Pussy....Pussy..." One of the men chanted, tall, more bones then actual flesh with a face any low-life would be thrilled to own. His hands rubbing together, mouth nearly drooling as a busty, fiery-red head, topless, walked past with a switch in her hips the men certainly didn't mind eyeing.
His companion more meat and rolls on his body then his friend owned, tapped the back of his hand against his chest. "Didn't I tell ya? Pussy Heaven!"
"Oooh, Baby. Wait til they get a load of this twelve inch cock!" He boasted, pumping his hips out with his fits on either side.
Kyra rolled her eyes, a leering smirk on her lips as her hand slipped from the slit in her green skirt. Lets just see how much full of shit you are?
Careful not to catch the glint from the illumination system and in a speed that light would find hard to keep up with, her hand parted air in a horizontal line against the back of the man who still was thrusting his hips forward in a perverted manner. Laughs soon erupted as the white tunic around his waist found itself surrounding his bare feet, displacing the air of his pride. He watched in horror as all the men around him lifted their hands, pointing their fingers to the small 'package' he really owned.
Instinctively to hide his shame the man cupped himself in shock and embarrassment. Nearly running down his friend as he quickly grabbed up his sliced tunic and ran to escape the collection of laughter from the other men. Kyra gave a throaty chuckle watching the man flee and the commotion soon died back down to earlier chatter, clashing of glasses that freely overflowed with potent tonics and animistic sounds.
"We're going to loose good business that way." Came a light reprimand from behind her.
Kyra spun around at the familiar worldly voice, and raised her brow to the older woman. "I can do better then that....I can really show you how to loose business."
Gracing her with a sly smirk and flipped her shiv once in the air, catching the handle and smoothly sliding it along her thigh, that showed enticingly through the slit in her skirt, and tucked it back in it's secret cove--between thong strap and hip.
Mitra shook her head and sighed as she walked up to the untamable girl, hooking her matching thin, emerald-green veil over nose and mouth so that her own sparkling green eyes were the only things that could clearly be seen. Kyra gave an unheated glare to the woman before taking a glance at the mirror to oversee her appearance and inhaled sharply at the vision.
She had to admit she was in awed....in shock. She didn't know she could look so appealing, never seeing herself in anything but cargo pants and black wife-beaters, she was word-less at the person that was starring back at her. Her deep, brownish-red, waterfall, curls seem that more vibrant contrasted against the sensual green bustier and flowing skirt that haloed her ribbon tied-stiletto adorned ankles.
"So, surprised child?" Mitra spoke up behind her, hands fluffing out her blood-tinted locks that cascaded over Kyra's shoulders.
Kyra swallowed hard and shook away the question Mitra was clearly asking about her looks. "No....just surprised how much skin is showed in these."
She placed her hands on her hips, turning side to side, seeing how her middle all the way around showed her creamy, milk skin, lightly tanned from the harsh summer sun. Her shoulders and arms as well exposed along with the dip in her bustier that lifted and shaped the top of her breast into plump mounds for the pleasure of the men.
Mitra gave a knowing smile, she was lying, she wasn't expecting to see something close to a goddess starring back at her in the glass, but didn't press it. Her hands' falling to the younger girl's shoulder and squeezing them in motherly comfort.
"You are beautiful, Child." Mitra encouraged as she stared into her eyes displayed in the mirror. "Any man would die a million times over to have you."
Or battle the hottest fuckin planet for you....
Kyra grabbed at her head as the deep rumbling voice spoke the words inside her mind, and pulled away from Mitra's touch in a rush that had the elder concerned.
She gripped the edge of the vanity table that housed the mirror and looked up to merculian eyes and a shaved head, with a face a little clearer then before but still not discernible.
Looking good, Kid...
White, feral teeth in a evil smirk on a strong, chiseled jaw looked back at her and she flung herself around, back pressed against the vanity to see no one behind her but a freaked out Mitra who tried to keep a calm appearance.
'What the fuck!' Kyra screamed inside, every nerve throbbing as her chest fell in rapid motion to fill her oxygen deprived lungs.
Still gotta work on that language, Kid...
Mitra held out a hesitant hand to the child, as she took a step, she looked like a caged animal ready to pounce on anyone to defend herself. "Kyra...what is it, child?"
She dung her fingers harder into the wood of the vanity, trying to reason her mind back to reality and to steady the pound running wild in her chest. They were getting stronger....the visions....or maybe it was 'him'. She could swore she could feel him, alive and crawling inside. His scent filling her nose.....the taste of him on her tongue. His very words were like a caress licking alive every cell of her body, deep where her hands couldn't wipe away the touch.
Mitra's face showed her worry, daring to step closer to the girl and spoke words that she couldn't hear locked away in her own world. "Are you ok?"
"He's connected to me..." Kyra whispered so low she wasn't sure if she even heard it, but she could still feel him, like he was a second layer of skin upon her body.
'You're just realizing that?' Jack taunted from the mirror taking the place of her reflection, her face in a smug smile that had Kyra wanting to slash off with her shiv. 'You're blocking him. Stop it!"
"Get the fuck out of my head!" Kyra growled to the girl and the male presence she still barely felt and battled to completely shield herself from.
"What are you talking about?" The older woman furrowed her brows as she placed a tentative hand to Kyra's shoulder.
In an instant a jagged shiv held by the girl was at Mitra's throat so fast that in a blink it was just there and the older woman dare not move in fear of her life. Even with the pressure and sting as the sharp edge pressed into her thin skin. She stood stock still, praying to whatever faith she believed in that the girl would come out of it soon and whispered her name lightly to course her back to the here and now.
"Kyra..."
'Kyra....Kyra! You're going to kill her....Stop!" Jack cried out in concern, watching helplessly from inside as her older-self stood transfixed with shiv against Mitra's flesh lost to the realm of her mind.
Her free hand bunched in her curls as she pressed it against her head, slowly coming through the fog of her mind and noticed the position she was in and her heart jumped into her throat as she seen the drop of blood slide from Mitra's neck where her shiv was currently pressed into.
"Shit!" She cursed and quickly flung the blade across the room in instinct as if it had a mind of it's own and would attack again at any minute.
"Mitra...I'm...I'm so-" Kyra collapsed back into the vanity, her head shaking in shame from side to side at what almost happened.
The elder Sensor touched lightly at her neck and pulled back fingers dabbed with a splash of red and locked sorrowful eyes to the troubled girl.
"It isn't the first time your blade was to my neck..." Mitra teased lightly despite her injury and stood in front of her, placing her hands around Kyra's face pushing her green eye's up to meet her dark black ones.
"...but you struggle, Child....you're battling against something..."
She took a breath and squinted her eyes as if peering into the depth of Kyra's soul, through her green orbs. Using her unique ability to feel what was wagging on inside the girl, as the other girls in their family, she seen as her child.
"...I can sense it in you....another-"
Before Mitra could finish exploring or quite begin to sense her abilities into the girl, pressing her gift onto the girl for the first time after seeing how very much in need of help she was in. Taya pushed through the midnight curtains, more excited then usual when it was concerned about these events. Her purple apparel jingling with the tinkles of gold charms and bells that were sewn on the edges of her shawls.
Oblivious to the heavy air and the tense situation, she grabbed Kyra's hand to pull her along. "Come on! The fun is about to begin."
Mitra's hand snatched a hold of Kyra's arm, bringing the two to a halt as she gave a look of concern to the red-haired girl.
"Fine..." Kyra quickly spoke not wanting Taya to become suspicious about anything she walked into, but from the giddy way her sister was in, Kyra doubt she even noticed a thing.
"...I'm fine." With that all the mother-like woman could do was nod and watched as Taya dragged Kyra through the black curtains in a exciting hurry.
"Time to get this show started!" Taya smiled, giving her best sensual expression and laughed at Kyra's roll of eyes.
"Let's just get this over with."