They let the dogs out to play early today. At least that's how it seems. Can never be sure just how much time has passed down here. Best I can figure is it's been two years since I've been trapped down here. Don't know how much longer I'll have to will to keep going. The days are so very long and with the last group of inmates some of these cretins have been spending way too much of their time trying to get their hands on me. No matter how many I kill, more just seem to spring out from the cracks.
Crawling through the dark, she passes to scan outside her current hiding place, a hole of sorts dug into the back of a cell, and emerges to stand in the dim light cast by the dingy lights that run overhead. Checking to make sure that her weapons are at the ready, one shiv resting in a modified holster on her thigh, another hidden inside her boot, a razor blade hidden in the mouth, and her ever so cleverly spring loaded blades at the heel of her boots. Seeing that she had all of her usual safety precautions in place, the tall lithe woman shook her mass of ebony waves back from her face and stalks down the metal catwalks. Most of the prison population is in hiding, not many dare to face the beasts unleashed by the guards who would just as soon kill a convict as look at them. For her, this is one of the brief times that she can wander. The animals don't much bother her, must be they recognize her as an animal too. If one does happen to figure her out as a bit of sport, it's not that hard to scale a wall or drop a level and make them lose their scent. Pity not everyone else notices it about her.
She was once a different person, known to a few as a runaway named Jack. A girl dressed as a boy to keep the hunters off her back. Far too many people in this universe that will look at a girl and try to use her, hurt her. Much safer to be a boy. Too bad that disguise didn't last. The only man who ever saw straight through her disguise before she had started to develop had smelled blood on her. As if bleeding once a month wasn't bad enough, but to have someone be able to smell it? Must just be an animal thing. That man saved her life and left her just as quickly. Said it was for her own safety but look where she ended up because of it. Riddick. That name sounds like a blessing and a curse. Just the sound of it is enough to send shivers down her spine.
After he left her and the holy man on New Mecca, mercs caught up to them. Guess someone had spotted the Big Bad in their company and wanted to use them as bait. Took the kid, killed the holy man. She had to feel his blood run over her face as she struggled to get away. After a while, when Riddick never came, the mercs decided to sell her out and try to make some profit out of the whole thing. Spent three years on their ship. Getting sold out to the perverts of the world and the crew in their off hours. One day they finally slipped up. She was able to get her hands on a misplaced shiv and made her first kill. Slit his throat from ear to his collar bone. Not the cleanest kill, but ones born from desperation tend to be like that. Made it to an escape pod and jettisoned, but the mercs turned her in. Found the pod and she got sent to this slam where they said she'd never see the light of day again, deemed her a murderer. The first kill was in self defense, so was the second and the third and so forth. Too many people trying to hurt the new kid in the slam. After that it started getting easier. Now the slam is her playground while the dogs are out, and her nightmare when the inmates roam the catwalks. Killing became another way of staying alive, of getting food, and over the years more and more of soul seemed to die. If she couldn't get out of here soon, there wouldn't be much left to recognize as a person. Jack died the first time they slaved her out and over the years someone new was born. But even this new animal, the woman named Kyra, is beginning to fade.