To make it clear the Harry Potter and Riddick character/world is not mine, they belong to J.K Rowling and whoever owns Riddick. This is a fanfic, which means I'm not the original creator, only the writer of this particular story. With a lot of help from my beta of course.
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*Thinking*
Chapter 21: You can´t be serious?!
Whilst Harry takes care of Riddick, trying to patch the beaten man up the best he can with ABSOLUTLY NOTHING, the other survivors is scattered around the area. Most of them is close to the grave-hole, this includes Jack, Fry, Johns and Paris. Imam was as always together with his boys, tending to Shazza and silently praying.
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Fry and Johns is the only two that dares to stand directly over the grave, one right in front of it and the other on it's the right side. It's a gory mess to behold; the entire opening is cover in deep red dripping blood. But there is no body; no limbs- not any sign of Zeke that helps confirm that he is gone. That is what gives the other survivors a glimmer of hope in their present fear and despairing situation.
Caroline Fry, the last remaining crewmember of the crashed ship, doesn't count on the man being alive, but for the hope of the group's mentality, as well as her own, she hopes by the gods that she is wrong.
While Fry inspects the hole, trying in vain to see more without going closer, or worse going down into the hole, Johns is only focusing partly at the ongoing around him. He, unlike Fry, doesn't give a rat's ass about Zeke because he KNOWS that the man is dead, his only worry is how Riddick got rid of the body. Johns confiscated Riddick's shiv shortly after the beating and are holding it in his left hand, inspecting it because there is not a speckle of blood on it and that infuriates him. Johns can't figure out how Riddick managed to clean it so well, especially in that short time, because it is made of bone. Blood is not that easy to get rid of, especially on bones that have rough edges made by stone.
*So how the hell did he do it?*
"He used that?" Fry asks Johns while she comes up on his right side, her attention finally leaving the grave to focus on the accused murder weapon.
"Yeah", answers Johns. "You could call him Sir Shiv-a-lot. He likes to cut."
"So why isn't it all bloody?" Fry asks, her voice colored with a confused and angry tone. This whole shit has made her jumpy. She feels like a fearful rabbit, ready to bolt at any moment and it irritates her.
Little does Fry know that´s the big question that Johns has too, but Johns not stupid enough to show his own confusion. The merc has a feeling that Fry has started to have some doubts of his character and right to power, and that is something he is not going to allow to grow.
"I assume he licked it clean." He answers in a snide tone, indicating that she is stupid to ask a sane person what psychos´ think and do. Johns then turns his back to Fry, and partly the hole. Johns has seen enough, time for a bit of group-play-time. Johns wants the other to fear his paycheck, but not enough to actually kill him. For that to happen it was time for a proper damage control and a bit of skillful acting.
"We need to check on Shazza and the kids, before we decide what to do about the hole and Riddick." Without looking back Johns starts walking in a brisk pace towards his two prisoners. Leaving Fry to take lead and gather the others.
Fry just rolls her eyes and turns towards the main group, who has gathered close to one of the bigger spears on the right side of the grave.
"Alright everyone, get together and let's head back. There's nothing we can do at the moment so let's re-group at the ship and… Figure something, or some kind of plan out. OK!" The group looks at her and nods, but the small boy, Ali, says something that makes Imam frown.
"Captain! What of the prisoners? What will we do with the Riddick?" Imam asks with worry.
"Don´t worry about them." Johns answers instead with a high voice that echoes along the spears surrounding them all, long before Fry even gets a chance to open her mouth and speak. "I think I got a volunteer for the transportation of Riddick, also I already have a much safer place in mind to secure them than the one before. You guys can head back."
Fry and the others just nod, not really caring about the details, they are too exhausted and traumatized to muster any further enquiries. The law has it at hand, which is enough for the moment.
"After all, Little Crazy, you have appointed yourself his protector, so it's hardly a hardship for you to get him back into the ship. No?" Johns continues in a softer voice while locking eyes with Harry as he moves closer towards him and Riddick.
*Fuck, now I really hope Riddick wakes up to pummel him. That asshole!* Is Harry´s only thought, too tired to even flip the man the bird.
Unfortunately for Harry's wishes Riddick doesn't regain consciousness in time to pommel Johns, who approaches them with a sadistic smirk and hard glint in his eyes, the big guy remains firmly dead to the world for the entire hellish journey back to the ship.
Instead it is Harry who does the evil staring and swearing soon after - and all the muscle work. Because somehow the other survivors was of the brilliant idea to leave a small guy, who is dehydrated and exhausted, to drag a giant-looking man for over 500 meter without any assistance.
*IN BLOODY CUFFS and with a FUCKING gun pointed at him…*
So shortly after the re-gathering of the group and a double checking of a re-cuffed Riddick, Fry takes Shazza and the other back to the ship. Leaving Johns in power and with the job to deal with the prisoners. Harry is soon after of the firm belief that Fry is a total bitch for that reason, and he will cheer the day she dies. He is even entertaining the idea to make a cheering song and wave pom-poms just for that occasion.
After many stumbles, pushes, dragging and swearing Harry was finally, after about 30 minutes of exhausting work, and with a smirking Johns by his side, just out of reach the ships short shadow.
Taking the last of his powers Harry moves to Riddick´s least damaged side, Harry then digs his feet into the sand and places his arms underneath the man´s torso. Taking a couple of deep breaths Harry tries, with the help of his own weight, to roll the heavy body the last few meters.
It works a bit better than the other trials, Riddick ends up just inside the shadow but after a glance Johns just points and shakes his head, so Harry sticks to it and after a couple of more pushes Riddick's body is placed underneath a big opening on the ship. Harry then falls down besides the convict and folds his arms atop his bent knees and rests his head on them. He can´t bring himself to move again and he can feel his entire body trembling. Johns seems to get that too for he disappears for a couple of seconds before he comes back with Paris and Imam.
The three men work together to get Riddick's body inside and to Johns´ secured location, Harry estimates them taking about 6 to 8 minutes to return. It does not come as a surprise to Harry when Johns upon returning grabs hold of his cuffed hands and yanks him up, what does surprise him is that the man throws him over his shoulders, like he is a sack of potatoes, and starts walking back inside with him.
Normally Harry would make the world's greatest hissy-fit to be treated like an invalid, but he is just too tired and a bit grateful that Johns didn´t force him to walk to the designated place. So instead of squirming and shouting, Harry keeps quiet and calm and tries to enjoy the ride.
After a couple of turns Johns bring Harry into a room looking corridor, filled of debris, broken equipment and a half-twisted stair. It reminded Harry of old action movies that Dudley used to watch, where the bad guys had just bombed a place and left nothing intact. It must be the room before the main cabin since so many wires were hanging down and crew-looking suits decorated the floor harry deducted.
At first Harry couldn´t see Riddick for all the mess, but soon Johns turned a few degrees right which brought the man's situation to life. Riddick was placed like a king in a hollow space in one of the least damaged walls, chained with different-looking cuffs than from before which had a metal tube going in zigzag patterns along the throne-like hole. Effectively chaining and securing him to the spot.
It was a hole about one meter in every direction, where Riddick had been placed in the middle with his arms placed, or rather chained into place, in half-mast positioned. His long legs were planted apart, with the feet flat on the floor with another tube-like-chain, securing each leg to the floor by the ankles. Harry felt impressed by the posing. Even unconscious the man demanded respect and fear from others in that position, though Harry had a hard time believing that Johns had meant for that to be.
While Harry was admiring the little view he had over the whole situation Johns had taking a couple a more steps into the room and was moving closer to Riddick. About a meter in front of the convict Johns stops and without ceremony drops his load onto the floor, which lands with a tired 'oof'.
Without speaking Johns drags Harry over the rest of the way to Riddick, where he then places Harry in a kneeling position and with outstretched hands, facing towards Riddick, which are then cuffed to the floor in between Riddick's feet. When his position is made clear to Harry, he gives a big snort and shakes his head. He can´t believe the shit the copper is pulling on him. The cop has just proven himself to be more than a little twisted by the young wizard standards with this last stunt.
"Tell me Johns, how long have you had a crush on the Riddick? For obviously you have some strong perverted fantasies going on here." Harry says with a sweet tone whilst looking up with big green eyes at the cop.
The cop freezes in an upturn motion, before he gets fully of the floor. Johns then smiles back at the conscious man and without pause lift his right booted foot and kicks him right in the face. Harry goes flying to the sides, which in the process twists and hurts his chained hands even more, to the point that actually blood start to flow.
Harry manages, but just barely, not to scream, but a look of pure hate is suddenly directed towards Johns which makes the man lift his foot once again. But before he can follow through Fry calls for him, for the others are ready to discuss the resent events and they need him.
"You know what Little Crazy. Sometime soon I am going to teach you some respect. See, this as a taste of what´s to come." Whit those parting words Johns delivers a hard quick kick to Harry´s left leg, making sharp pains beam though Harry´s entire being before he leaves.
"Fucking piece of work he is… His mother must have tried to kill him at birth with that glowing personality." Harry say in quiet words before he tries to get his body into a better position, a position that isn´t too aggravating on his hands - and now also damaged leg.
End of chapter 21…
And that is as far as we go this time: hope you have enjoyed this chapter after my long time of silence.