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

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Chapter 7

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R.B.R.

FUCKING GOD DAMN IT! I TAKE ONE LITTLE NAP AND SOMEONE KIDNAPS MY GIRL! I mean, the girl I guard. For no reason whatso- oh fuck it. I need to stop kidding myself. I'm attached to her.

There. I said it.

I'm guarding her because I want to.

Because I like her. Because she's pure sunshine and- oh fucking hell not this crap again!

Scan the lobby for scents, Riddick. Quit being touchy feeling. You're a killer. Grr. Rough and tough. These hands destroy life and draw blood. Argh!

I look down at my hands. The hands that kill. I could think of better things for them to do….

I catch the girl's scent on the stairs. Not very old. Maybe three hours. I sniff close to the carpet. Ah, there you are. The man who took her. I grin evilly and memorize the scent. He just moved to the top of my hit list.

I make my way up the stairs to her room. When I get her back, she can't stay here. I have to move her things somewhere safe. I shouldn't even care. I should be moving hell and high water to go get her instead of making house, but I can't bear the thought of taking her somewhere that's not ready for her. She deserves better. She deserves things that I cannot give her.

Great, Riddick. You're hooked on a chick whose name you don't even know. Nice job.

I'm bagging up her stuff when I hear scratching on the bathroom door. What the hell? I open it cautiously and out pops a tiny black kitten. It runs from me, limping as it goes.

I resort back to my prior (and more sane) mind-set for a few seconds, acknowledging the cat as a risk to safety and a liability, not to mention it's injured. But of course, it's her cat so I can't leave it here. She can deal with it. I catch it (after many unsuccessful attempts) and the freaking thing goes haywire.

I know, cat. I'm a killer. You're very smart. Now quit scratching me.

Finding something to carry it in is an absolute nightmare and by the time I find a box and poke holes in it, I'm dying to go find my woman.

The bloodlust I've been holding off creeps in when I drop her things off at my hiding place. It's dark now. Perfect for sneak attack. I can't suppress a smile as I follow the scents through alleys and streets.

Oh, they're gonna pay. I'll make sure of it.

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It's too bright. Someone turn off the goddamn light! My eyes hurt! Take pity on a poor mercenary, you jackasses!

It takes me a minute to realize that there's no light over me, I just have an excruciating headache. Tranquilizer darts have that effect. Damn it. Those dirty cowards. Stand up and fight me like a man - err… woman!

I sit up, clutching my head with one hand. Why is the floor so soft? Oh, it's a bed. I look around and find that I'm in a nice bedroom. Nice, meaning, it may look like an army bunker, but it has a nice bed and regular furnishings. Hmm, wonder who lives here. They must be rich if they can afford all the manpower that was in my hotel. I walk over to the door and open it. Fuck, a guard. I stiffen in defense, but he makes no move to stop me from leaving the room.

He cocks his shotgun. "He's been waiting for you to wake up," the bald guy says. 33 magnums, leather jacket, chocolate skin. Aww, it's Mr. Tacky from the hotel! Small world. "I will take you to him."

"He who?" I ask as Mr. Tacky takes my arm and pulls me down the hallway. No answer. Humph. God, what's wrong with my brain? Stupid fucking tranquilizer.

Mr. Tacky leads me to a huge brightly lit room. Something about it makes me think that whoever lives here thinks he's the shit. Especially since there's a throne.

"GOD! Turn the fucking light off!" I groan, shielding my eyes.

"My apologies," someone says. The lights go off. About time. Wait, I know that voice!

"Razhir!" I stomp over to where he's sitting on the throne (ha ha). "What the fuck is going on? I don't believe I authorized a kidnapping."

"What is your name, my dear?"

"Answer the question, damn it!" I reach for my knives out of instinct even though I wasn't wearing them when I was kidnapped. I feel so naked without them.

He stands up. "You didn't tell me your name in the bakery."

I cross my arms. "Well, those are the breaks. Sucks for you. Now tell me why you brought me here already!"

He gives me a look like it's completely obvious why he had me kidnapped and takes a step towards me. I step back. He looks almost hurt.

"I have no wish to harm you."

"Mmhmm, and I was born a boy."

The look on his face is making my self-preservation instincts run wild. He's looking at me like he's a starving man and I'm a hot juicy steak. I fucking hate that look.

"I wonder," he says, stepping closer still while I back away. "Are you really so tough without your weapons…." His eyes gleam and my nostrils flare in fear. His smell is winding around me, creating unwanted bodily reactions. Like last time I was near him, my body readies for sex and my breathing becomes harder. He notices. "Why do you fear me?"

The words, 'I fear no one,' get stuck in my throat. His scent is so powerful, like harsh winter winds. You want to escape them but you can't.

Self-preservation takes over. My leg swings out and kicks the side of his knee. He tries to grab me, so I kick him in the stomach and he shoots off, hitting his throne. Weird. I thought all Furyans could fight like me. His muscle men come at me from all sides. My senses come alive.

I start kicking and punching anything that comes near me, scanning the men for knives. They all have guns. Guns are SO not badass. One grabs a knife from his boot and starts swinging it at me. What the fuck is he doing? Landing a plane? I jump down to the floor and sweep his legs. My knife now, fatty. Slitting throats, stabbing eyes, cutting guts. It's Christmas morning! Weeee-hew!

Razhir grabs me from behind and knocks the knife out of my hand. Cheater! I struggle until he places a hand on my right breast and squeezes. Now that was totally uncalled for, you bastard!

I'm totally about to kick his ever loving ass when the doors burst open and a new player walks in.

"You have two seconds to let go of my woman before you die."

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