I don’t really like the idea of killing the dogs, if I don’t have to. They’re not barking anyway. Trained that way, I guess. The guard follows them. I don’t mind killing him at all. The lead dog, a big german shepherd, bares his teeth at me, but he isn’t jumping, and staring him down isn’t hard. Head turned to the side. There are four dogs altogether, and they’re following his lead, if I can turn him, the rest won’t be a problem. One last look, and he’s down on his haunches, turning his throat up to me. I’m glad I don’t have to kill him.
The guard comes around the corner, sees the dogs, and hits his call button. Damn. I kill him fast, but I don’t know if he got off an alert before he died.
I need to plant the charges before I go find you. I do it quickly, I don’t know how much time I have before the place is swarming with guards, and you’re in there by yourself. In through the window. I can hear running. No siren yet, but that doesn’t mean there’s not been an alarm.
Sharp pain…..my chest. A dart, I pull it out, try to shake my head clear. it doesn’t put me down, but it does make it hard to stay clear. Bite the corner of my lip, try to make the pain clear my head. Nothing wants to focus. A guard looms out in front of me, I take a swing at him, but everything feels fuzzy, and he dodges easily. Even then, it still takes three guys to grab me.
“We’re bringing him down now”
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Down the hallway, the office should be right up ahead. No one in front of the doors. Something isn’t right. Shouldn’t McDermott have some sort of bodyguard? I want to wait til the power is cut off, but that will be another 15 minutes. I slip through the doors. The room is dark, which isn’t what I expected at all.
“Riddick!”
It’s a shock to see you there, you look dazed, held by two huge hulking guards. I make a move towards you, when McDermott speaks up.
“You brought him right here, good.”
“Ava?…no….”
McDermott’s setting me up, he’s a hell of a lot sneakier than he lets on, if he can turn Riddick on me, split us up, we’ll be easier to control.
I look to you, and the terrible hurt on your face is something you can’t hide. I can’t say anything, there’s nothing I could say to make you believe I didn’t betray you, anything I said would only hurt you more. Your hurt burns a hole in my heart, and is far worse than the crushing blackness that follows it, when you slam every door shut inside, shut down, and are once again the cold blooded killer you’re known to be. I wonder if this is the last thing people see before you kill them.
I turn away, to look at McDermott, I can feel it coming, and I don’t want to see it when you hit me, I don’t want to even imagine lifting a finger to stop you, even in instinct.
My hate burns a hole in McDermott, I can feel it’s cold wash over me. I will rip you apart, and you’ll beg me to kill you before it’s over.