A/N: Thanks Everyone who read and reviewed! Thanks like always to jenefaner, my one true constant fan! lol These chapters are really pouring from me. Sorry things are going slow, but I promise it'll be all Riddick/Jack/Kyra with the next chapters! Enjoy!
Kyra's green eyes snapped open, body leaning back against a wall high above the roof tops. Hidden in the darkness from the Riddick, praying that here she wouldn't be found.
While Images of black-hooded creatures with long, black, pointy fingers and wide, white toothy smiles on faces that couldn't be seen under the hood of their cloaks flashed in her head. A cry of spine chilling proportions echoed inside her ears...
Her hands grabbed the side of her head, shaking it violently side to side and screaming herself to drown out the terrible noises.
"What the fuck is going on!"
A bucket tumbled over and skidded across the metal roof top from the rage of her foot as the scream from her mouth bounced around in one direction to another. Jack appeared in the metal siding starring at her older-self as she was bent over, hands on her knees and heaving in great amounts of air.
Kyra stared to the ground as her mind wrapped around all that had happen...all that she allowed to happen.
"I'm going crazy." She sat squatted on her heels and etched lines into the ground with her shiv, the cut after deeper than the ones before it.
The guys she so badly wanted out of her life that she forced certain memories of him to die was right within reach of her blade. Just one clean slice against the carotid artery and he would have bled out like a pig without a chance in hell of surviving. Yet, she was beneath him like some whore House Slut allowing him to touch her in ways she never let a man do since the nightmare she spent on Crematoria...
"I did it to survive!" She tried to convince herself, digging the blade harder in the tar-top roof as tears bled down her cheeks.
'They would have killed you...or worse...' Jack's voice spoke up hesitantly, failing miserably to comfort herself. 'If you know...you didn't do what you had to do.'
Kyra's eyes were slants of hate toward her younger self on the metal siding. "I don't need your fucking sympathy...He did something to me, made me feel that way." She spat out and threw her blade at the girl who just disappeared and reappeared on the bucket Kyra kicked over. "He made me act that way, doing something to me. He got into my head..."
Her curls shook around her face as her head moved side to side in disbelief. "His hands were all over me...inside of me..." She gritted out fiercely between clamped teeth that were tight enough to draw blood from her gums. Her eyes went back to her bald-headed self who looked like some reprimanded little child. "...And you saw it all and you still screamed for me to stop from striking him down when I had the chance!"
'He didn't know it was us at first...'
She tried poorly to defend and watched as Kyra stormed to the wall where the shiv inscribed with the words Jack B Badd, stuck out of the frame, snatching it back into her hand.
"And than later when his fingers were inside my pus-"
'Stop it!'
Jack cried gluing her hands to her ears to keep from hearing the rest, she saw what he was doing to her...she just didn't want to remember it anymore and disappeared back to the prison in Kyra's mind.
Kyra closed her eyes trying to forget the weight of him pressing down on her body, the way his skin had melt into her own and how he felt when he forced his soul?...or whatever it was against hers...if she even had one. Without a missed beat, she took off running toward the edge of the building, her long legs carrying her swiftly and like a gazelle in the long ago Sahara grass lands, she leaped the gap between buildings to land onto the next.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the bald girl, Jack, running along side of her in the glass windows of the buildings she quickly was passing by onto some destination.
'Thanks.'
She said timidly, not sounding out of breath like she would had if she really was running along side of her older-self. 'Thanks for not killing him.'
"I didn't do it for you." Kyra huffed out between breaths, and leaped from an eaves her body falling with speed as the building was much lower, arms moving like birds wings to keep her balance as she fell and landed gracefully to foot and knee before getting up to continue her run from her demons.
She needed to find what port Taya and her new found love would be leaving from...there was still one more baggage to be loaded on board.
A lady screamed as her butt was groped and turned around surprised to see a kid and not some old-dirty man like she was use to it being.
"Get out of here you little pervert!" She scolded and pushed the boy away before walking off in the throng of half-dressed woman and man all around in the Steam Slut House.
The boy whipped the back of his hand against his forehead as drop after drop poured down his brow. He pushed his way past sweaty bodies of men and woman as steam engulfed the whole place making it hard to see where he was going. The place jumped with club music that blasted the ear drums and blurred the senses.
He came upon a stage where topless woman danced wildly to the beat as their bodies grinded and swayed into each others. Hands roaming each other bodies enticing the men who stood around in nothing but towels and smoking cigars. The kid looks around seeing the seedy men toy with their staffs out in public while others had women going down on them.
"Gross." The boy wrinkled up his face at the scene and turned back toward the woman on the stage with greedy eyes. Two girls pushing out their busty, wet tits in his direction before they turned their faces to each other and started to kiss with tongue and rubbing each other between their legs. His smile turned wide, enjoying the show in front of him. "That's what I like."
Suddenly he was yanked by his shirt collar from behind and dragged away from the stage through the people who didn't seem to care he was a being stolen if that. He was being dragged but not knowing by who, but being pulled away fast and in a hurry.
"Hei, stop! opreşte-te!" (Hey, stop! Stop!) He screamed, but no one didn't so much as pay him attention, they seemed more grateful to be rid of the rug-rat.
The hand on his shirt let go and shoved him roughly into an empty room closed off by a curtain from everyone else.
"ce naiba!" (What the fuck!) Jason shouted and started swinging crazily, hitting only air before he was pushed down to the ground.
"Uita-te la gura ta!" (Watch your mouth!) Kyra revealed herself, pulling off the wraps from her face and sneaking a quick peak past the curtain to make sure no one was around. She turned her attention back to Mitra's nephew, her hard features scolding the boy who stood back up and wiped his dirty hands down his thigh.
"Ce naiba faci aici?" (What the hell are you doing here?)
"La naiba, Kyra!" (Holy Shit, Kyra!) Jason said surprised to see the woman here instead of the 'job' his Aunt had asked her to do. He looked like he wanted to retract his words at the look on her face and rolled his eyes with a groan.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm thirteen years old and hormones..."
Kyra held up her hand to halt him before he could blab off anymore than she wanted to hear. "Look, I don't care. Tell me where Taya is and than get the hell out of here and back to the apartment."
Jason looked confused but Kyra could see right through him. "Isn't she still you know...working?"
"Nu juca jocuri cu mine!" (Don't play games with me!) Her hand grabbed up the front of his shirt, pulling him close to her angry face.
"How am I suppose to know?"
"You're nose is into everything, now tell me before I rip your clothes off and send your little prick out there naked. Aunt Mitra will love to just hear about her thirteen year old nephew baring it all in a Whore House! Besides I bet you'll give a nice little show to everyone out there too."
"Ok! Ok!" Jason gulped holding firmly to the belt on his jeans, eyes wide in fear. "She's leaving with that Prince Dude."
"ştiu!" (I know!) Kyra growled, eyes slanted even more. "Where is the port she's leaving from?"
"So, where the fuck is his highness and the bitch he ran away for, ya?" His blade was digging something or other from between his teeth.
The man he was talking to flicked off his cigarette, the smoke leaking from his mouth as he gave him an annoyed look. "Just fucking be quiet and wait. A tip said they'll be here any minute."
Another man stood, the leader of the group, a few feet off, his back to them as he took a piss in a patch of dried grass. "Both of you fucking shut up, and let me fucking take a piss in peace!"
The one with the blade looked down at the metal shine and shape before his mouth was opened again. "So, what were the orders again, ya?"
"Underverse be damned!" The guy with the cigarette shouted, going over to him and snatching the blade from his hand and pointing it to his throat. "I'm going to tell you this again, you little fuck, cuz I don't want you messing this shit up like our last paid job. Which thanks to you we didn't get all the credits owe to us!"
A zip was heard from the cargo pants of the leader as he shoved the guy away from the one asking all the stupid questions. To looking intimidatingly upon him as his own blade stuck into the tip of his nose. "You mess up this time and I'll gladly slice your throat while you sleep myself."
The guy who was shoved away rubbed his arm in pain. "We're bringing back the Prince on his parents orders. Not one hair to be touch on his head, but doesn't mean we can't fuck with his mind, right boss?"
"Right. I plan on having a little fun with his pretty little bitch, right in front of him." He replied an evil smirk pasted to his lips, the other one who asked the question laughing, before he walked away from the stupid one to grab a cup and dunk it into the water they kept in a bucket at their make-shift camp.
They stayed a few yards away as to not be seen when the sweet-hearts came around to finally steal off from this planet on the ship he stole away on as he ran away from his home planet to pursue whores and sluts in other galaxies. His parents not believing he would actually have the gull to fall in love with one.
"You guys can have a go with her if you like..." The leader said wiping the spill of water from his mouth before looking at the two. "...but when you're done, she's to die. The queen in particular wants the bitch's body to feed to her dogs."
The cigarette guy smiled wickedly, taking out another cancer stick to light. "Don't want to disappoint her highness now, do we?"
"No we don't." The leader replied back sharing the same vile smile.
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