Where we left off on Unhinged:
"...Tasty. Nope, I'm gonna leave you here. No hard feelings or anything but you know damn well she'd get blamed for it." A familiar voice spoke calmly through the darkness that engulfed Riddick's vision. The animalistic bit was forced on him again when Riddick opened his mouth to speak, "Have fun… I know I'm gonna."
And with a cheeky grin, Eric left having no doubt Riddick mentally cursing the vampyre, searching for the beautiful mystery that called to them both.
It was his turn to introduce himself now.
He watched her from the rafters, the curvaceous dark haired beauty that called to him; with the shadows cloaking him from view. There was blood that beheld the air, her own giving it a delicious tantalizing scent. It teased his sense, making him aware of how long it had been since he had blood. Eric watched with a predatory gleam as she stumbled with the grace much like he remembered a babe fawn to have, the wound on her foot a hindrance that would only decrease the woman's chances of survival. And yet, her blood called to him for a different reason altogether, one he couldn't quite put his finger on yet.
Calm settled over him as his dark orbs categorized her every move, and his head tilted slowly sideways at the mystery of her. How could this woman have teleported onto the moving vessel, as she had? It was surprising that she didn't go towards the screaming like everyone else, or maybe not… he eyed her foot once more. It didn't seem long before the others, minus Johns and McCain, came back and he was willing to bet his precious immortality that they went to see Riddick. Neither of them seemed too concerned with telling anyone about him being loose, uncharacteristic in the way they thrived in the panic of others… Maybe it was the drug haze that ate at Johns scent, maybe it was that McCain didn't care either way. Or maybe both hoped that Eric would pick some of them off. He knew naught, the urge was certainly there though. It wouldn't be the first time someone's blood soaked his hands, wouldn't be the last time either. Hunger made him want to act outward the criminal that he had become and a part of him, surely the human part, made him almost wish things were different… almost.
Think I'd let him run loose without a chaperon?
A ghost came forth from the depths of his mind, one that created a pain that surged through him before he shook it off. No need to break open old wounds and cleanse them with salt. He turned his gaze to the woman once more and watched as the woman that called to him wrapped her arms around a petite looking eleven year old girl that had a buzz cut. It was almost… motherly, in a way and Eric knew in that moment that when shit hit the fan, she would do everything in her power to protect the younger girl. No matter what it took and a part of him dared to claim the action as a lapse of stupidity.
Though it was transparent to the immortal that it need naught matter if they met just less than an hour ago. Anyone that looked at the child saw what she wanted them to see; a master illusionist in her boy image, aside from the ferals that hadn't forgotten their roots.
"The name's Jack. Jack B. Badd." He view with little emotion as something like amusement etched into Lucia's expression at the name the child gave.
"Cute." The woman uttered in her mother tongue before looking at the scrawny man walking over that could only be-
"Paris P. Ogilvie. Antiquities dealer, entrepreneur." The man politely introduced to those around him, while shaking hands. Lucia looked around her and seemed to almost do a double take.
Standing next to Johns was another man; bigger and slightly more muscled than Johns with greasy brown hair, green eyes and a beard of a few days old. A small cigarette stuck out of the side of his mouth that was smoking slightly, hinting at a different addiction than that of the man beside man had scars littered over his arms and the bit that was exposed on his chest, two of which Eric was proud of. The man wore a blue police shirt that hung a bit open on the front, combined with a black jeans and shoes. On his side hung a noticeable gun and on the other side, a hunting knife. She didn't recognize him, a fact that seemed to startle her and it took all she had not to gape at him. Her eyes seemed to refocus just in time to see said man walking over. He had a smile on his face that made her skin crawl. He stopped in front of her and held out his hand.
"Hey there, toots, I'm Derek McCain. What's your name?" He asked while his eyes, not so subtly, roamed over her form. Eric watched as she scrunched her nose in visible disgust and turned her face away in disrespect.
"I am sure I can find a rusted spoon somewhere if you don't favor keeping your eyes to yourself." The Italian murmured under her breath, the words lost to all but one on this godforsaken planet.
Feisty… he liked feisty.
He turned his gaze back to her, eyes catching the upward twitch of her lips as she ran her fingers over the younger girl's head, trying to catch the small hairs that littered her scalp. It was a comforting gesture and with the sight an image came unbidden; one of how she would look braiding a child's hair gently and he had to shake his head to clear it.
A scowl tore at his face, he hadn't even said a word to her and he was already growing soft?! That just won't do.
"Hey." A man, settlers… maybe engineer from the smell, touched her arm gently and Eric couldn't help the flash of possessiveness that surged through him at the contact. "Zeke." He pointed to himself, and then pointed to her in question, the man's head tilting in confusion.
She looked at his finger with a confused expression, playing it up so well that she could have had an oscar if they were still on Earth That Was. A couple seconds passed before dawning awareness took its place, and in her thick heavy accent she responded with one word. "Lucia."
Lucia… finally, a name. He was getting sick of not knowing it.
He watched as they all separated in search for necessities like food and water. Lucia stuck close to Zeke and Shazza, his kept woman, and as much as he didn't like it… Eric knew his opinion would have meant little to her about it. That and the fact that the man patched up her foot gave way to respect within her, even if she knew naught the man.
The question was though: Why was he feeling so possessive over a woman he didn't even know? This took some thought and more observation as to why exactly she held a hold over him. Has it really been that long since he had some pussy?
What was even more curious, to him at least, was her reaction when some were talking around her about how the pilot and co-pilot died with the pilot screaming to not touch the handle. Glass cut at the co-pilot's skin and throat, dying on impact after touchdown and windshield shattering; and there was no empathy to be seen.
The woman, Lucia, instead tried to wobble away for shoes, pointing down at her feet as explanation, and murmured something underneath her breath when she thought she was finally alone.
"Good fucking riddance… guess we were off script before the opening credits."
It should have been empty. Johns thought through the shakes that quaked his body as he eyed the woman that was probably a stowaway, for he would have definitely remembered her. But if she wasn't put in that cryo, why had she been found there? Why was her blood saturating the glass that was around the containment cryo carriers that those two criminals destroyed? She could have slipped into it when he went under, but it still stood to reason that there was something not right with her. There was something that twisted at him, like he was missing something and the prospect of that teased him by dangling it in his face. McCain is too much of a dog for her to notice something was off, the merc couldn't be trusted when pussy was involved.
It should have been empty.
His mind repeated as his blue orbs stared daggers at the woman who looked wary of the heated sand before turning to the settler woman, Shazza, and said something while gesturing to her feet. He watched as she limped off into a different direction, probably in search of shoes.
And it was his job to find out why the hell it wasn't.
Lucia's plump lips curled upwards as she limped to find some shoes for her feet, there's bound to be something left from the dead that would fit my feet. It was almost too easy to fool everyone, almost. For she knew that Johns had been eyeing her up in confusion, but that's what makes this all the more fun. She spent her entire life in the States playing up both her native language and the accent that came with it, all made into a ploy to give people the impression that she didn't know what they meant.
Johns looked as the movie portrayed him, sadly enough; like he was a little teenager with muscles, curly blond hair that almost resembled ramen noodles and big ass blue eyes that showed he was too damn high… and annoying to be considered attractive for even a split second. She always saw him carrying around a big twelve gauge that was definitely compensating for something, and it was actually a wonder why he lasted as long as he did in the movie. Pretty sure he'd happily be somebody's bitch if they had the last morphine in the galaxy. ...Galaxies? ...I wonder how far it all stretches before you finally get to the wall of the glass jar of an alien science project that only got a C-.
Something to think about later.
Lucia walked on autopilot to the cargo after eyeing up the bodies that littered the ground with a frown, hopefully I find some shoes. After a couple long moments, she reached the cargo bay; where her orbs almost immediately made contact with a pair of knee length black boots that actually looked to fit her, laying innocently on a container. She tenderly pulled herself onto a crate to slip them on, mindful of the plastic still within her cavern, and smiled when they were the closest to her 8.5 sized foot. "Ay-yah!" The phrase came with her triumph.
"Looks like you found some shoes." A voice spoke then, casting through the silence in a tone that was aggravatingly familiar in its forced pleasantries. Lucia inwardly cussed as her head snapped up to make eye contact with blue, she shifted uncomfortably on the crate as his orbs danced sensually over her form. The toy within her jolted in response, hitting nerves that shouldn't be touched in this fucker's presence. Johns smiled as he noticed the shift, stepping forward with glee etched upon his face. "Do I make you uncomfortable, Lucia?"
She ignored the question, not even in the mood to speak Italian in response, before hopping down and trying to get past him. "I don't think so." He muttered, more to himself than her and pushed her back further and further until she was against the crate once more. Her eyes grew wide as she read his movements before swinging a fist at him quickly, leaving her a chance to try to run as he clutched at his now bleeding nose. She wobbled dangerously, understanding exactly why they spoke of 'a lung short' in the movie as fire tore at her lungs.
With heavy feet and curses claiming at his lips, the mercenary tore after her. She stumbled as blood gushed more from her wound, making her mentally curse her stupidity. Lucia knew now she shouldn't have hurt herself, especially after what was to lay forth from this godforsaken planet. With every spasm of pain that shot up her leg, the Italian of olden Italy knew her days were numbered.
A thump sounded behind her as she pushed her body faster, her toy within her now too uncomfortable to bare, as she turned the corner with bated breath. The heated curses that Johns threw at her were silenced, making her take pause. With her heart pounding like a war-drum, she turned the corner to see naught but the shadows that lingered at the rafters and a lump on the floor that was Johns. Slowly, all cautious like, she moved forward to grab the med kit she smelled on him. With it delicately in hand, Lucia couldn't help but smirk at his pathetic, crumbled form. This was the big bad merc that had wanted to savagely murder Jack, drag the body behind them and-
Lucia shivered in disgust, "Shoulda said no to drugs, fucker." She uttered within the silence around them, not even questioning the pair of eyes she felt on the two of them; instead she kicked him hard in the nuts.
"From what I remember, the Italians always did have a shorter temper than most." A voice came from above, choosing to speak her mother tongue though it sounded a little rusty.
She immediately looked up at the rafters, searching for his face in the shrouding darkness only for the touch of leather to hit her thigh. Kinky, she smirked at the thought before turning to look at the man that more than likely found the shoes for her… only to take pause. For a certain Dhampir stood proudly before her and as Lucia took in the eternally handsome features that was Eric Cross Brooks for fuck's sake… all the Italian felt was shock.
For the man in front of her, the second criminal on this planet that death would claim, had dark skin that was covered by a blood-red T-shirt and a black, armored vest. A black leather pants hugged his muscled legs and was combined by a pair of black, combat boots. Along his massive arms were tribal scroll tattoos that went along his shoulders and up the sides of his head where his hair was cleanly shaven off. A black blindfold hung loosely around his neck from where it was put over his dark brown orbs. A smile dangerously curled on his lips, exposing his white teeth and canines that were longer than normal, fangs.
"Look at you making an ultimate fucking crossover." She growled back in response, keenly aware that she was bleeding in front of a powerful vampire. Her muscles, all of them, clenched at the fear and arousal that claimed her. Lucia knew she was being stupid but he wasn't supposed to exist. Then again neither was anything else in this reality.
"How cute." Eric uttered with a mocking edge, though it was clear he didn't quite know what she was talking about, before taking the med kit out of her hands and reappearing in front of her before she even realized he put it up in the rafters. Dark hands clutched at her, pushing her back roughly and depositing on the cargo container that she found the boots. She opened her mouth to speak but it was stalled by the lips that were now at her neck.
Fangs dragged gently on delicate skin, dangerous in the trail above the pulsing blood that called to them. Eric had questions that were pestering his mind, first of which to ask where she was from. Italy and all of its beautiful forgotten language was just that, forgotten, left in the dust on Earth that was. Hunger called to him though, and if Abraham were still alive Eric was sure he would've backed off… probably fed on the dead for the blood they wouldn't need anymore… but the moral high ground hadn't been accessible to him for a long ass time. He didn't feel in the mood to climb.
In a flash, he uncovered her bleeding foot and latched onto the blood, sucking and biting to get more of the life essence. He got lost in it, the hunger making him the monster that would always be underneath his skin. He tore into her with teeth, a hand finding purchase on her foot to keep from getting away. He forced her leg down with his strength, while the other hand reached around to squeeze at her ass. The position making the plastic in-between her legs uncomfortable but he had no need to reposition her. Eric could tell the pain mixing with the pleasure of it touching her gspot, giving the blood a delicious edge-
In what seemed like a flash, she was gone in a kaleidoscope of dark galaxies, taking her newly acquired shoes with her. He focused with a snarl on his lips, twisting to the place her heartbeat drummed in his ears, to see her favoring her other foot as she leaned against the doorway of the cargo hold.
"Nice to meet you too, Eric." She uttered partly in her mother tongue, though his name was with a lingering tease. It made him wonder how she even knew it. "Maybe next time I won't catch you at such a bad time." She limbed to where Johns still laid and used her good foot to stomp on his face, leaving an imprint on the pale flesh that was slowly becoming red. Saliva grew in the bystander's mouth as blood gushed from her other foot, though her face remained unmoved.
Without another word to Eric, she left him to decide the Merc's fate.
You guys are just gonna patch me up and send me on my way? He remembers Whistler's face as he took in the woman's question before giving her what he dubbed as 'vampire mace', silver nitrate mixed with the essence of garlic.
You keep your eyes open… be careful. Had said the same man that lit a cigarette after dousing the area with gasoline. The words of the memory felt like a taunt, a warning from the grave.
Eric Brooks narrowed his eyes at where the woman left, he shouldn't entertain the past of the dead or those that would soon be. He learned better long ago. The most she could do is give him more of her blood before death calls her to world's beyond.
"Is he really that dangerous?" Shazza asked the policemen before her, her wild dark hair frizzed with heat as she eyed the man strung up before them with a wandering hand reaching for her husband.
"Only around humans." Derek responded casually and it annoyed Lucia, who was hiding close by, beyond belief. She tried to pretend that she didn't know but she knew exactly why. The 'Criminals' that the Mercs labeled them to be were two of the sexiest, badass men in the whole damn universe… and somehow they were actually real.
Lucia as she came walking out from her hiding spot, to see that Riddick's head had already tracked her from behind his visitors, annoyance she felt evident on her pale face before she cleared it. She moved forward to the familiar criminal until Derek stopped her with a firm hand on her arm that she struggled to shake off.
"He's dangerous." The man shook his head, pointed at her and then the caught criminal before shaking his head again, a clear indication that she back off. She felt Zeke's shadow step forward protectively, making the hand on her arm linger for a moment longer before disappearing. Lucia eyed the Merc in front of her before rolling her eyes with exasperating, she knew that there was probably a long history pertaining to the two Mercs, Riddick and Blade. She was probably stupid for even entertaining the thought of getting involved, but knowing what was to come? They would need them.
"Idiota." That word didn't need a translation, despite the accent that lingered on her every word before moving to take the bit out of Riddick's mouth. The married pair snickered and watched cautiously as she moved. When Lucia looked back, she caught the eyes that belonged to McCain; flashing dark with anger before they went completely emotionless.
He was pissed but he didn't apparently have any backup at the moment, she also got a flicker of satisfaction from evoking such emotion. She just hoped that taking the bit off of his mouth like he was an animal didn't essentially put a target on her back for going against what a Merc wanted. There was something about this man that called to her instincts, a warning.
She moved with purpose, her hips swaying softly as she got to safety away from the Merc. Lucia stayed outside right next to the entrance of the ship. Her mind was still a bit skeptical about the whole otherworldly thing. A part of her believed that she was indeed in another dimension, the past, called to something Other. However, her skin felt so comfortable despite knowing what was to come, that it was possible that this was always her life. The pain that claimed her foot spoke of it not being a dream.
Meanwhile the rest of the survivors had gone to the cargo hold to look for anything useful. Lucia knew they would find Paris's alcohol stash. Disgusting, she thought with no small amount of the emotion. Her past showed no miniscule of abuse when said beverage was present. Subconsciously, she shivered, thankful that one of the good things about being here was that she wouldn't see her parents again.
She slid down to sit upon the hot sand and wrapped her arms around her knees. Eyes bore into the innocent looking grain underneath her, her brain drawing the creatures that lay hungry and waiting in its core. Blood would come, whether they were ready to shed it or not.
Lucia was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't see the two ferals that snuck out of the ship. Nor did she notice them surrounding her, until their shadows called to her with bodies blocking out the sun's glow above her.
Blinking, she glanced up, and up, and up some more. When she finally came to stare at who stood above her, slight red dashed onto her cheeks. There, in front of her stood not only Blade but also Riddick; staring down at her behind their respective eyewear, muscles on display, and Lucia wanted to whimper and swoon at the sight.
Riddick cocked his head to the side, his sense of smell picking up on blood, her sweet arousal that lingered both on his leg and the source… and fear. How curious it was that the fear didn't show when she gazed upon them, much unlike anyone else who feared they would hurt them.
Not her. Her fear was something else and the animal in him dared to question why. He felt compelled to wonder what it was, same with how she got here for that matter. He and Blade knew everyone who had gotten on board before and after them. They laid with cyro, associating smells of the humans with wandering feet, and then curiously she appeared aboard with starlight shadows that carried her to them. Fate? Coincidence? He didn't believe in such things. Either way she was currently sat in front of them for the taking, her throat gulped hard as she tensed. He noticed immediately as she did it, eyeing her up and wondering what her neck would look like after his teeth claimed a spot.
Indeed Lucia was ready to move, if needed. She wouldn't get far, but self preservation pulsed through her at their intimating forms. Flight before fight came as she doubted that she would do any damage if it came to blows. Death would claim her long before her due time.
She slowly came to a stand, but kept her body tight as she stepped back. The Italian felt like an animal with its back against the wall, finally getting cornered by its hunter. Both men followed her movements as she did this. Even though she didn't see their eyes because of the eyewear they wore, she could still feel them piercing her.
Hot, she mused and knew she wouldn't get away without giving some kind of answer to their questions, ones she knew naught of.
"Where did you come from?" Sure enough Riddick asked, now that he had knowledge of her being bilingual, and Lucia couldn't help but roll her eyes at the question.
"My mother." she countered sarcastically in english before she could stop herself, immediately widening her eyes. Riddick chuckled, almost evilly. She felt a mixture of fear and something else race up her spine. Damn, this man is fine.
"Either you don't know who we are or you just want to die." The bald man told her with a hint of amusement in his voice, and it seemed that he kinda liked how ballsy she was.
"I know who you are… You're just are asking dumbass questions." She retorted with a smirk; abandoning the fear, the awareness and self preservation only lingering in her body. These guys picked up on fear, they actually thrived off of it like the caged animals they were.
"You got some attitude. Good for you. It's not going to help you now, unfortunately." Blade responded as he chuckled with humor, the last word in her native tongue, his voice once again doing something to her and Lucia couldn't help but feel a little proud at his comment.
"At least somebody seems to appreciate me." She snarked at Riddick with a smirk curving at her lips.
"I appreciated what you did to my leg a little while ago just fine." He uttered back, with Eric giving a rich chuckle in an effort to contribute. "You smell different." Riddick continued suddenly, which made her feel slightly embarrassed.
"Excuse me? What do you expect with all of this humidity?" She questioned, trying to keep herself from shifting from foot to foot. God, how embarrassing. In her panic, she shifted to Italian. "I'm not the one with all those stupid enhanced senses-"
Eric snorted in amusement, because damn it really showed that she was correct in knowing who they were… how curious. He shook his head, "Not that kind of smell."
"I've never smelt someone like you before." Riddick explained further, getting her curious eyes to meet his goggled covered ones. His words making her mouth shape into an 'o' as she processed his words. Riddick couldn't help but glance down at it, his eyes lingering on her lips before looking back up into her orbs.
"I haven't either… Didn't smell you until the ship started crashing. Is that your doing?" Blade interrogated with curiosity, making Lucia look at him like he was genuinely insane.
"Why would I crash a ship with myself still on board? That's pazzo." Her annoyance was clear, a bit offended by the question.
"Then answer this, how did ya get on the ship?" demanded Riddick of her, grabbing at her hair to pull her close to his hardened body, making inner sensitive muscles clench hard onto the toy. She was brought back his his question and just as suddenly as he asked it, did Lucia bit her lip before looked away.
How was she going to answer questions that even she didn't know the answer to? "I-…" she hesitated. What was she going to say? That she came from a world where they were just movie characters? That she came from a different dimension?
All of a sudden she found the question almost impossible to answer. If she did answer, she would probably be called insane. But if she didn't…well… knowing these two, it wouldn't be good. She swallowed and opened her mouth to answer, when suddenly the two convicts tensed and looked towards the cargo hold. She cocked her head to the side curiously at what was only meant for their ears. Both convicts turned their gazes to one another and stared for a moment before they turned their gazes to her.
"We'll have to continue this conversation later, Astra." Riddick proclaimed with a mocking edge, before he and Blade both ran off in a random direction.
Lucia stared after them a bit confused before her eyes caught sight of a man walking towards her. 'Derek.' she thought with a grimace and suddenly missed the two convicts dearly. The merc came walking towards her as if he owned the place. 'The only place he owns is a spot in hell.' she thought sarcastically.
Derek arrived but instead of stopping before her, he continued, closing in on her. He drove her back against the hull of the ship and then pushed his own body against hers. Ew, she thought as the toy twitched within her at the movement, I'm gonna have to take it out…
She felt her hackles rise and tried to pushed him away. Keyword to pay attention to: tried. He was two heads taller than her as well as broader. It was like trying to move a fat cow. She mouthed off the language with meanings not meant for his ears as her throat seemed to close up from being trapped. I gotta get out- It was one of the main reasons why she stayed away from others. That and she was afraid of getting used as a punching bag again. I can't breathe- She opened her mouth to finally respond to this fucker in English when he gave her a twisted smile that made her gut clench sickeningly.
The Merc's hands went to her waist and roughly pulled her hips against him, dragging down possessively to her back and came to a rest on her ass. A glare etched itself onto her face, eyeing the dead man before her as she tried to push him away again. No such luck.
"Ya know, a pretty li'l thing like yerself shouldn't be left alone like this." The merc told her, ignoring her struggling. "Why don't ya stay close to me and I'll show ya a good time." There was a hungry gleam in his eyes, as he licked his lips and curled two fingers at her to come to him. Lucia shuddered, before leaning into him, dragging her nails into his hair which has him closing his eyelids in pleasure… before she kneed him in the balls as hard as she could.
Derek's eyes widened and his hands fell off of her body and to his crotch, holding it with a groan of pain. She then pushed against him again and managed to push him away this time. The merc growled and straightened up, recovering from the pain relatively easily. The kick hadn't been too hard thanks to how close their bodies had been.
"Ya li'l wench!" he growled before they heard voices coming from behind him. Glancing back, he saw the others coming out of the container. A scowl appeared on his face and he turned his head back to her. "This ain't over yet, toots. I always get what I want." he sneered before he stepped back, turned and walked over to the others.
Lucia sighed in relief when he left. She felt her body shaking from adrenaline and combed her fingers through her hair. Only to find that her hair was still in a knot. Scowling to herself, she focused her attention on her hair and pulled her tie out. It got a bit stuck with half her hair wrapped around it and she hissed in pain. "Ow, son of a- Just my luck." she grumbled and after a bit of fumbling, she managed to free the tie from her hair.
Afterwards she instantly combed her hair with her fingers, letting the wild locks fall past her shoulder blades. It was too warm to leave it loose, so she tied it back up in a low ponytail. Soft footsteps came her way and she glanced over to see who it was.
Jack.
"I… saw you struggling with your hair for a moment. It's gorgeous." She complimented a little awkwardly, making Lucia smile and blush for eyeing the younger female.
"Wild, you mean." She took great pleasure in watching the marveled expression, littered with shock, dance on Jack's face. Lucia laughed without care of her surroundings.
"You mean to tell me this whole time you could understand everyone?" It was hard to tell if Jack was impressed or appalled.
"Everyone just assumed that I could only speak Italian, bambina." A mischievous smirk curled at the joke that she pulled on everyone that breathed upon this planet, "Nobody asked me if I understood what was being said." She shrugged delicately, knowing that if she looked at Jack she would see starlit orbs trained on her every movement.
"Can you teach me?" The question was innocent and it could be taught in small doses when they were fighting for their lives…
"Perhaps I can teach you a few things."
Jack opened her mouth to say something else when a stream of loud curses came from inside the ship. The two mercs, - huh, she thought, Eric left Johns alive… probably for entertainment if nothing else - stormed out of the ship and into the open and looked around.
Lucia hid a smile for she knew exactly why they were cursing like that. The convicts were gone and they just found out about it. Her soft giggled carried through the air to Jack's ears, making her look curious.
"Why are you laughing?" Jack questioned, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"Because now both Riddick and Blade have escaped," She informed her. Jack's eyes widened in both fear and realization at those words.
"Escaped?" The paler female looked around and ducked her head, suddenly feeling paranoid. "Blade is-"
The young woman noticed the apprehension and frowned, she knew Blade probably had made a name for himself in these long years. The same that can touch down on a surface without making so much as a sound. However, she was sure that the Mercs were telling everyone that it was just Riddick that escaped, that the other cyro container was empty.
"Don't worry." Lucia reassured the girl softly, trusting her gut instinct and all that she knew of them. "They won't hurt you." Her words made Jack look at her questioningly.
"How come you are so sure of that?" she asked and Lucia smiled secretively. 'If only she knew.' The thought came but her tongue was held. It wouldn't help to divulge that information out, especially now of all times. Jack would think her psychotic, she was sure.
"Let's say it's a hunch I have." She told her instead with a wink.
They then saw the rest of the group return back to the cargo hold and both followed their example. Once inside, they all got some weapons while Lucia stayed at the side just watching them.
She didn't listen to what they were saying, didn't need to. She knew they were talking about Riddick and, when they got louder and more hysterical, Blade. Sighing, Lucia went back outside and looked around. Her gaze fell on the group of spires in the distance.
Blood will come. No matter what she did, she knew that well. She barely had control of her dark element, she knew she couldn't save most. While she knew Johns was going to die by Riddick's hand, Lucia could only hope that she lived long enough to see Derek die by Eric's.