Author's note: Riddick's thoughts are italicized/separated since this is Lysia's narrative.

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Chapter 5

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Civilization.

Being in the wild always makes me spoiled on it. Walking into this new city makes me want to run back into the peaceful forest where I can relax. No one hunting me. No senseless killing.

Oh my God, pull it together, Lysia. This is the life of a Furyan. You don't have a choice. The only thing soft on you is your tits and it'd better stay that way.

The regular citizens in this new town watch me walk down the street. A grocer sweeping his porch, a baker setting out rolls, children playing tag. Living their perfect lives. A life I don't deserve.

I turn onto a dark alley and move towards the bad side of town. I feel the cold brick building beneath my fingers, smell the recent rainstorm. A cold breeze hardens my nipples and I shiver. I ache for the man I killed. The smell brought a sense of security, something I've never had. Maybe with that man I could get some real sleep at night instead of staying half awake ready for an attack. I could relax and enjoy life.

Stop it, I chastise myself softly with a sigh. The town has turned dark before my eyes. I smell beer and the brick walls have gotten scummy. Ragged men sit beside the road smoking cigarettes. A woman's laugh. There's a brothel on the left. I emerge from the alley into a courtyard filled with gang members. All noise stops as they stare at me.

Fuck.

I walk to the right towards some abandoned buildings, trying to leave the crowd of thugs. A very handsome one gets up and moves towards me. Damn it.

"Now where do you think you're goin', sweetheart?" He steps next to me, putting an arm over my chest and grips my right shoulder. "You smell good, baby."

I keep my eyes straight ahead. "If you want to keep your head, I suggest you get your hand off me and leave me alone."

One of his friends came up to my right side. "What's with the artillery, baby? You carryin' it to your boyfriend?"

My head is all calculations. I count the number of guns, notice who has extra rounds. With a glance, I can tell who knows how to use their guns and who doesn't. I find a dark alley I can disappear in and calculate how long it will take me to get there. Five men have blood on them somewhere, but I don't know if it's theirs or a victims. I catch the glint of knives and smell the gunpowder of a machine gun.

Only a few minutes has passed. The dirty hand is still on me and a few men have joined my new friends. I wait for the right moment to take them down.

"What's the matter baby," says the man with his arm on me. "Cat got your tongue?" He moves closer. I reach up to my left shoulder and draw out a tiny poisoned dart. He doesn't even notice me reach up and stab it into his neck. He sputters and falls over.

His men are dumbfounded. They didn't even see me do anything. Instantly, they charge towards me. I back flip my way over to the machine gun. I know it's not necessary to act like a gymnast during a fight, but it just looks so fucking awesome! I grab the gun from one of the unwilling participants and start firing away. One dead, two dead, three dead, four dead. I throw three knives at the rest of the attackers. Gurgle. Dead. Victory to the girl in the leather pants.

There's still about 25 men in the courtyard and they're all staring at me like the ghost of Christmas past.

"Anyone else want to join their mothers?" I say while looking around. No answer. I throw down the machine gun and start walking towards the dark alley I saw before. I spot a man holding a sniper rifle and snatch it from him.

"I'll take that," I say with a smile. He backs away in fear.

This town is turning out lovely. I walk towards the abandoned buildings with a grin.

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R.B.R.

I just witnessed this tiny woman kill 15 people and my cock is as hard as a rock. What the fuck? I have never been aroused by a woman fighting and killing people before. Why her?

I smell the blood and grin. The only thing better than the smell of blood is that woman, but blood is still pretty awesome. I feel the metallic tang on my tongue and lick my lips. What would blood taste like on her skin?

Focus, Riddick. I move back into the shadows and go back down the alley. I can't walk out into the courtyard or I'll be associated with her. She'll find out I was here. I'm not ready to reveal myself to her. Not yet.

I find another alley that leads away from the courtyard and follow her scent. She's in an old hotel building. There's old furniture in the lobby and a thick layer of dust covers everything. Spider-webs, knocked over brass lamps. Why'd she pick here?

Her scent is fading as she goes higher up in the building. I leave and pick a nearby basement to live in.

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I find a room in the hotel that has a bed in it and put my bag on the mattress. A puff of dust greets me. I could care less. I haven't slept on a mattress in five years. I crash onto the bed and let out a huge moan. Oh God, I have missed the comfort of a mattress.

I wake up a few hours later, not even realizing that I dozed off. I grab my tin that holds my credits and leave to get some food.

On my way there, I feel the normal presence following me but then it becomes two. Two people are following me. Great. The second isn't as good as the first and loses me a few times as I weave in and out of the streets. The first, my usual stalker, almost anticipates my movements while I try to lose the second.

I stalk over to the bakery I saw before, after losing the second tracker. The first stays far enough behind that I don't catch his scent. He's smart, I muse. Smart enough to pass for a Furyan. I don't let myself believe that he is, again. That kind of hope would destroy me.

The baker eyes me critically. Bastard. I'm not here for your approval. I grab a few loafs of bread and hold out three credits, the written price.

He looks at the money and back up at me. "Five credits."

My nostrils flare. He's cheating me because of how I look. "The loaves are one credit each." I shake the three credits in my hand.

"Five credits or no sale." His face says it all. He thinks I'm a tramp.

I pocket the three credits and get out my left gun. His face changes and I smell fear on him. Good boy.

"I don't like being cheated," I say calmly, my senses becoming alert. I vaguely register children's laughter; a couple kissing each other's cheeks; a grandfather clock in the shop's corner; a fly buzzing around the baker's bread dough.

"Is there a problem here, Asod?" a voice says from the doorway. I stiffen in horror. This voice was accompanied by a scent as powerful as the one belonging to the man I killed. This scent was different. Like too much salt on spaghetti. You don't quite enjoy it, but some of it registers to be pleasant.

My body reacts against my will. It readies itself for sex, even though my head doesn't. It feels like I'm being raped, and my body is enjoying every second of it. All of this was exactly the opposite of the feeling I had before, when the sweet smell had hit me the first time.

"This woman refuses to pay for my bread!" He points a finger at me, so I cock my pistol. His arm lowers.

"He was trying to cheat me. They cost one credit a piece and I have three loaves but he tried to-" The man's hand lands on my shoulder, cutting off all speech.

In that moment, I saw his face in my mind; knew things about him; knew his age, race, and name.

I gulp and lower my gun.

Only one race has the ability to pass on information to one another with a single touch.

Furyans.

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