Eyes Like Mine

by ValerieArgent16

It's been 7 years since he left her and he keeps her identity a secret from everybody. She was born in the worst slam of all, Crematoria; but when Necromongers set out to destroy the last threat to their survival, Riddick knows she is no longer safe inside the slam and with eyes like his, she doesn't blend into the crowd. Will she forgive him for abandoning her? Can he save her?

6. Chapter 5

Chapter Five.

* Riddick's POV *

The rope snags uncomfortably to stop. The sharp edges of the metal cuffs nick the rough skin of my inner wrists releasing small trickles of blood to glide down my forearms. From the guards office to the floor of the prison is a quarter of a mile.

"What the hell are you taking about? Seven-hundred-K?" Toombs aggravated voice follows the abrupt stopping off the rope.

Along the sides of the walls amongst the sharp rocks, balcony's emerged with rows of holding cells that housed inmates who removed themselves from their cells to gawk at me. The lowering off the rope restarts again lowering me to the height of ten meters above the floor of the prison. I scanned the crowd for her but I cannot see any females.

"This one, Riddick, has a nose for trouble." The guard boss says, "So, seven-hundred-thousand is good money for him."

I sighed aggressively, "Take the money Toombs." I advice from below.

The eerie atmosphere of the prison turns into a unison of bangs erupting from metal on metal as the rope lowers me gradually until once again, the machine releasing the rope stopping, snagging my arms uncomfortable cutting deeper into my wrists but this time I was no more than three meters above the ground. Dirty inmates gawk at my leather boots like predators.

Fuck this shit, I sneer inside my head as I pull my body up, I grazed against the rope, feet first and extending my arms out fully before releasing myself allowing my body to free fall until caught by the loop against the chain between my cuffs and catapulted myself sidewards up the rope to wrap it around my middle. I do this three times and at the same time as Toombs agrees to stay one more day to renegotiate numbers of my selling. I released myself, free falling once again until the chain between my cuffs meets the metal loop at the end of the rope, the downward force of my weight causes the metal links between my cuffs to snap into individual pieces.

With my wrists now free, my body automatically leans too far forward causing my body to swift forward, instead of fighting against it, I go with the motion and flip forward before landing swiftly on my feet without a problem with bent knees and my fingers rested on the floor balancing myself. I rubbed my sore wrists as they sting but as one problem naturalizes itself, another problem sparks up.

* Elisha's POV *

I bite my sharply edged teeth into the soft skin tissue of Pharrell's left arms as he holds me tightly, too tight for comfort. He yelps as blood rims my lips causing him to retract his grip on my upper arm. I shove passed random inmates as I dart through the wide-set walkways before leaping over the banister of the second floor staircase. My heart pounded harshly against my chest releasing unknown amounts of adrenaline into my bloodstream as my ankle crunches beneath my weight and the force of my fall but I push aside the pain in my joint and take a rusty metal chain from being wrapped around the bars of a random cell on the ground floor that lined the Pit.

Richard's elegant movements brought down the severely inexperienced inmate fighters with ease but as his back was turned, a sneaky man removed himself from a hideaway hole in the Pit ground. I released the chain from being neatly looped to allowing it to fall limp, I flicked the chain towards the man who was closer to me than Richard. The rusty chain wrapped tightly around the inmates neck, once secure, I yanked the chain back towards me, the chain allowed me to take full control of the man's movements. The sudden force of moment brought his feet from the floor. His body crumpled to the floor with his legs twisted in unorthodox positions with the most stomach twisting sounds of cracking bones.

With a flick movement of my wrist, the chain loosened around the inmates neck. Richard's body turned with his eyes trailing along the floor watching the chain rattle like a creature along the uneven floor as I wound it back in wrapping it around my left arm. His eyes met mine only for a second before he removed his black goggles to reveal his narrow slit eyes with purple iris and pupils identical to mine. The muscles in his face twitches but do not stretch into a smile as Ceryll from the floor above me begins to speak before he has a chance, ripping his attention from me and replacing it on the speaker.

* Riddick's POV *

She is beautiful but a deep masculine voice snatches my attention from her before I could steal a real good look at her. I turned my head to the right to study the cloaked man with a sweat soaked t-shirt and baggy trousers glided down a staircase – that looked at any moment was going to fall free – from the first floor.

"There are inmates and there are convicts." The man states as he reaches the bottom of the stairs and begins to strut across the gasp between us, "A convict has a certain code, he knows to show a certain respect." he says before kicking the struggling inmate on the floor in the face, "An inmate, on the other hand, pulls the pin on his fellow man. Does the guards' work for them, bring shame to the game." He finishes before standing nose-to-nose with me, "As Slam Boss, it is my job to ask you, which one you aspire to be?"

Slam Boss, a voice exploded inside my head. "Me?" I ask with the raising of an eyebrow, "I'm just passing through." I reply before pulling my goggles back over my eyes before walking off to explore.