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Chapter14: Pan, Fire, Hell, (out of one and into the other)
Before I could go and fulfill my five year promise of bitch slapping Riddick, the drop ship got shot out of the air and was falling in my direction. With a snap calculation and decision I lunged forward into a sprint, pouring on all my speed to run under the ship; coming to a stop a few yards away from where the ship would crash.
Unfortunately my math grade wasn't all that good while in school, which meant that I was a little too close to the impact zone, and some of the debris flew up and over to hit me in the back of the head. The force of the blow pitched my body forward to the ground, which had the side effect of banging my head a couple of times to knock me out.
For a while all I could see was the color chartreuse (pale yellowish-green) with lines of teal mixed in sporadically. When regular sight returned to me, I could see chains keeping me in place, while the ship hovered on the outskirts of Crematoria. Fully regaining my senses I noticed that we were descending and everyone was flipping the freak out, except for Dick-man, me and what looked to be the head merc. I heard something about "angle of approach not good," then we plummeted into Crematoria's atmosphere.
With me being unprepared for how rickety the P.O.S. of a ship was, I got rattled around like china in a fragile box which conked me out again. I had a brief moment of wakefulness where I was laid between the seats and cargo thing on a platform skiff then I saw mustard and grapefruit swirls.
When I finally gained my consciousness back I had to blink the oak colored dots away. 'Holy Crap I'm a Worm!' damn my mind and its random analogies. But still it's not fun being dangled several feet off the ground, especially with the position I was in; hands cuffed together and hooked to a line, arms above my head, which wasn't so bad, cept that Riddick was right there along with me. Hard muscle packed chest to busty… bust for lack of a word.
Although I was shorter than Riddick by most normal standards, our heads were kinda sorta even while we waited for the fish to bite. Looking into Riddick's goggle covered eyes, I hatched a plan so vicious that to even succeed I would have to hide for a good while, which got me to realize something; I hadn't taken my meds in a LONG time. A grin so ¹malicious and full of wicked promise, graced my visage, which made a lot of the fish surrounding us gasp in horror.
'Kekekekeke happy evil fun time!' I crowed in my mind. Straining my arms to pull myself up, I wrapped my legs around Riddick's waist, making him lose focus of everything for a brief moment. Pulling five years of sexual frustration to the fore of my mind, I went in for the kill. Kissing Riddick felt so amazing that I almost forgot to do what I had planned. What did surprise me though was that he started to commit promises of his own, so I put more force behind my "plan" and ground into him, eliciting an almost unnoticeable growl.
I could feel that I was literally getting a rise out of him, so I finished picking my cuffs, thus freeing my hands. Letting go of the hook I broke off my kiss with Riddick, nipped at his nose, then let myself fall back, grabbed a hold of his left leg, unhooked my legs from his waist, and swung down into an aerial back flip. I landed on my feet, then proceeded to lose my balance and fall on my ass. Damn it all to … here? Hell? Anyway when will I manage to keep some semblance of a reputation of Badassery!
Quickly scampering to my feet and hotfooting it to the nearest outcropping of rocks, I decided to once more vault into deep shit. Looking over my shoulder I saw Riddick staring at me and couldn't resist, "Tag, You're It!" I smirked at him, then my better than normal hearing picked up on a sub-vocal growl which sent chilled tinglies all through out my body. My mind then went back to when I first scented Riddick 'Fuck! He is like the ultimate Alpha and I just invited him to hunt me down, SHIT!'
With that mental proclamation I did the worst thing ever! I booked it out of the main chamber, thus initiating the hunt, and for the first time in my life, I was the prey.
End Chapter
Serin Sykes
I Live, and it wasn't as long a wait this time… sorta?… sugar is a great motivational tool, specially to a 20 year old sugar holic like me. I would like to thank all my reviewers, but special shout outs to:
Saismaat and JJ-Jefferu, Y'all brought smiles to my face and made me want to really work on this story.
And DarkDreamer1982 is that ok for a small reward or should I do more?
And if any one is confused on how Amelius moved think Trapeze Artist.
¹Malicious and Badong (bad wrong, Find the reference, Internet cookie to who does)
Ratchet and Saismaat get Internet cookies cause they were right on the last reference quest.