Chapter Seventeen.
* Elisha's POV *
DESCENDING FROM PLANET CREMATORIA.
I watched in growing amazement like the Necromonger's around me as Riddick body twitched and shook like he was having some sort of fit. Neon blue light flooded like liquid first across the veins before spreading out to the entire surface. The Commander fires his weapons directly at Riddick's body only to be greeted by a sudden growth of the glowing blue light turning into a dome force-field protecting the body in the centre.
The dome expands aggressively before retracting, I shield my eyes with my already burnt forearm and my unharmed arm as the force-field protecting Riddick pushes out with such force it explodes knocking back the Necromonger's from around me knocking away their tight grip on me as the blue light of the force-field passes through my body without any damage caused. Nor did it cause any damage to a strange looking toothpick gentleman who wears odd looking clothing in similar colours to the soldiers armour, silvery grey with a skeleton spine hat on the top of his head like a mohican.
My breathes become irregular not because of the thinning oxygen but because of the awkward deep burning in the left side of my chest. I pull down the hem of my high collared shirt down to study the neon glowing blue hand print moving and pressing against my skin from the inside. The male still standing looks shocked and some what angry but I have no time to question him on his still standing status when his entirely of his race surrounding us was currently flat on their backs.
I drove my limbed out of shock as I jogged over to the motionless body on the runway, "Riddick?" I whisper falling to my knees beside him, I held my index and middle finger against the pulse point on his neck in the hope of feeling a movement but it was gone. He was dead. Tears leaked from my eyes as the sun reached over the cliff projecting incredibly sharp light across the valley. To the left behind where Dakota hid with Hans, the buzzing sound of a ship echoed from the sky indicating the Necromonger's transport was here for them.
Before the sun could fully strike the runway, a strong armoured hand wraps around my waist and pulled me up and away from Riddick's deceased body. I growl defensively and kicked my legs viciously attacking the Necromonger soldiers that came to assist my arrester but I certainly wasn't going to break free from his boa constrictor death grip on my body.
"Get the Furyan and the others on the ship before we all fry," the Commander snarls angrily as he composes himself, "Lets get back to Helion Prime."
The Necromonger soldier guides me and Dakota who is carrying Hans into the ship. The interior was of course made of silvery metal up the far end of the ship situated below the ships pointed nose was a Necromonger pilot seated in front of a simple panel of buttons and a driving tiller.
Behind the pilot's section, the Necromonger's were seated, the area was set out in a row of seats, one against the two far walls with an isle between the middle of the two rows placed back-to-back but the surviving Necromonger soldiers barely managed to fill the first two rows.
The guards ordered to escort us into the ship bottleneck us into a small section between the back of the seats assigned to the soldiers and the Commander and a bordered off room with a door labelled 'prisoner storage' at the back of the ship. In the centre of the section we all stood in awaiting orders, a large metal column was securely placed into the ground, the column was carved with beautiful patterns, on the top was a large thin bowl, the depth of the bowl was incredibly small rendering the bowl useless in my eyes but I am sure this very unusual race would find purpose plus it was empty but the small two compartment doors and lingering moisture around the edges suggested that wasn't always the case.
A violent and long lasting hiss of air erupted from the ships entrance/exit as it closes automatically behind us and becomes air-tight.
"Krone." the Commander speaks clearly. The guard behind me, holding onto my arms stiffened slightly at the calling of his name.
"Yes, Commander Vaako?" The guard questioned with a over loading sense of respect and ass-kissing in his voice.
Vaako approached Krone slyly and slowly using large strides to show his authority, his higher ranking amongst the group. Vaako's grey eyes do not fall upon me up until the very last moment when he is terrifyingly close I can free is breaths tickle my face, "Put the breeders under a nice Cryosleep, just to help our special passenger, and her friends, to deal with our movement." the commander smiles evilly,
Krone nods loyally, "Yes sir."
As the soldier jitters into movement, Vaako raises a hand to stop us, "Krone: put the child under as well, considering we have an empty compartment." he chuckles looking down at me with sarcastic pity filled eyes, "Shame my orders were to kill Riddick, he would have made a brilliant Necromonger soldier, with nerves of steel and inhuman strength, he would have climbed high in our ranks." the Commander teases me dangerously.
"Fuck you." I snarl.
Vaako chuckles whilst reaching up to touch my face tenderly with his hand, "Such fire, the Lord Marshall will like you."
I recoil from his touch but I can only travel so far until Krone's hold restricts me, I turn my head sharply and snap my teeth ferociously together nicking the flesh at the side of his thumb, piercing the skin. He slapped me away with a heavy hand knocking me to my knees again but the pain was barely felt.
Fuck this man likes to hit. A voice inside my head whines as I am gathered back to my feet by Krone. Vaako then gives Krone a nod allowing him to take me away, through the door into the prisoners container. Despite my kicks and flying fists I am wrestled into a coffin like plastic tub, they bound my arms, feet and waist in several different restraints.
Krone places a mask on my face that overs my mouth and nose and once the door of the tub is securely shut, a much gentler hiss seeps into the enclosed shape as I feel the mask release some sort of gas. As panic sets in, I hold my breath frantically in an attempt not to swallow the maybe poisonous gas but as I glance over at Dakota and Hans whose eyes were closed and breaths regular and easy, I replace my held breath and trust my instincts, logically I cannot hold my breath the entire journey.
I breath in slowly trying not to gulp, my screen of vision turns hazy and deformed, the corners of my vision go black and as I set out to blink, my eyelids close but never reopen and I am captured in a deep chemically induced sleep.
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