15 Jan 2006, 16:04
Maybe letting him go isn’t the smartest thing I could have done. But once I kill everything else here, that would leave me as his keeper. No way I’ll tolerate that. I won’t be kept. And I won’t ever keep another. He said he won’t hurt me. I’ve heard that before.
Size him up before I let him go. He’s easily twice my size. Menacing. Fully aware of what he’s capable of, not like these mercs that make a show of strength, with nothing to back it up. Dangerous. In a lot of ways.
Loose black pants, black tank, boots, standard fare out here. With the exception of the boots, I’m dressed the same. Thick black welders goggles. Why does he wear them, I wonder? Intimidation. His face is unreadable, expressionless. The fact that you can’t see his eyes only makes him all the more threatening. A couple of days growth on his head and face. Keeps his head shaved.
A study in contrasts, between hard and sensual lines. Full lips, delicate line behind the jaw, beautiful throat, all at odds with the rest of him. Like I said, threatening in a lot of ways.
So, do I let him go, or not? Of course I let him go, like there was any other choice I could make. I’ll never be responsible for another person chained. Doesn’t mean I don’t realize that this is trouble. That I might very well be in trouble. Release the restraints at his wrists, and the one behind him, at his waist. Leave the keys in his lap, so that I can step out of the way, and let him deal with his own ankles.
She takes a minute deciding whether it’s smart to unchain me or not. I’ll make it worse for her if she doesn’t and I get out of these. Undoes the restraints at my wrists first, stepping out of the way as my arms drop. I could probably grab her pretty easily, but I don’t want to spook her. Still no scent of fear on her. I’m so used to that scent from women that it’s a little odd not smelling it on one for once.
Lean forward a little, to make it easier to undo the restraint at my waist. I grin, wondering if she’ll get on her knees to undo my ankles. She’d be easy enough to control at that distance, and I could probably still get the keys off her to take off the cuffs. I can see the dogs coming up behind her, as she drops the keys in my lap, to deal with my own cuffs.
She makes almost no sound at all, even her breathing is tightly under control. Backs up to the door, the dogs staying on her heels the entire time, and slips out, leaving the door open for me. I did say this was going to be interesting.
She kills the lights as she moves through the ship. Stops every once in a while, and stands, completely still, listening, before moving forward in a crouch. The dogs follow her lead, staying at her ankles the entire time, staying quiet.
Long hallway down the centre of the ship, with rooms on either side all the way down. An elevated walkway to the right, grate floor. She’s on it, moving down the length of the ship.
I’m almost right above the man called Riddick, on the elevated walkway, when the mercs come around the corner, out of a room on the left. Neither one of us is startled, but the mercs are. Guns are pulled. Too slow. For a man so large, Riddick is incredibly graceful, and quiet. He drops to a crouch, darting to the left side wall, just as the last merc to leave the room yells out, fumbling for a weapon.
A knife, made of some sort of dark metal, nothing more than a shadow against the surrounding shadows, flicks out, with a will of it’s own. Scent of warm blood fills the hallway, letting me know the man is dead, even before the body hits the floor. The other two mercs turn towards him, their weapons drawn. Still haven’t heard me yet, and their attention in on Riddick.
Balance on the edge of the railing for a half a breath, gauging distance in the dark is difficult when you can’t see. Spring out, silently, my weight directed at the heavier mercs upper body. Biting at him before I’ve even landed fully. The first to his cheek, making him scream. Yank his hair up, seeking his throat, I have to bite twice before finding the jugular.
The third merc has his weapon up, just as the dogs jump from the walkway, he shoots two dead, missing the third. Their dying cries rip a hole in my heart I didn’t know even existed.
That big merc would have shot me if she hadn’t killed him. Definitely no “little girl”. She’s quite the animal. The last merc gets his gun up, just as she’s dropping the one she’s bitten, and kills two of the dogs.
I’ve never heard a woman make a sound like that before. Comes as a shock, in the silence of the ship. Especially from a woman who’s made nothing but the tiniest of sounds so far. A scream of hate and rage, not a high pitched girl scream, but something deep, pulled raw and bleeding out of her.
Scares the hell out of the guy. He drops the shotgun and makes a break for the room he’s just left. Except I’m in the way. Up under the ribcage, a cut to my right, and he’s dead. Drop him to the floor like garbage.
Grab for her before she reaches him. He’s already dead, she just doesn’t know it yet. Either because she can’t see, or she’s too angry. Either way, she’s going to hurt herself, the way she is now. Sure, I could probably slip down the hall pretty easy and just let her scream it out of her. I don’t though.
Grab her wrists, pulling her hard. Once I’ve got them both, it’s easy enough to hold them both in one hand. She’s strong, but she’s not that strong. Arm around her waist, pin her to the floor. She’s fighting, but I outweigh her by a hundred pounds, easily. Her screams subside into angry growls. I can feel her teeth bared against my thigh. Makes me a little uneasy, given what I’ve seen her do with those teeth. Her breath hitches, but at least she doesn’t start crying. Hold her until she stops shaking, before letting her up. Step back from her, in case she decides to make a lunge at me.
She stands perfectly still, her hands claws at her sides. Every breath out a growl. Deep breath, before looking at the shot dogs. Her eyes close. Moves towards them, her hands moving over them, seeing how badly they’re injured, before lowering her head, pressing it to the side of the neck. Dead.
The last dog comes out of the shadows to her, licking her hand. Stroke behind the ears, watching me the whole time, before the two slip off down the hallway.
I’d follow her, but I need to get control over this ship. Move to the front, deal with the navigation, set for Midorian, a floating resort. A haven for all sorts of criminal behaviour. Take the long way around. Have to space the mercs. The dogs. Before they start to stink. It probably would have been better if that merc had got all three, that dog might be a problem later, when I deal with Miss WhateverHerNameIs.
Hurt a little to watch though. Put it out of your head, Riddick. Punch up the information they had on her. Just a name. I’ll read the rest later. Anise Jayne. Find something to eat, and go looking for her.
Fear’s not going to work. Conversation is definitely not going to work. So she’s a little animal. Maybe start looking at her like one. She’s curled up in a corner, her face buried in the dog’s neck. Her knuckles are white. Not a sound coming out of her. I don’t know if she even can cry. But she’s hurting anyway. I’d be lying to myself if that didn’t touch me, a little.
Move up slowly, I don’t want to startle her. She heard me the moment I came into the room, but she hasn’t moved. Even from here I can almost hear everything in her bunch, like she’s ready to fight. Get down low, like you would with any other animal. Move up a little closer.
Those mercs were eating dinner when we surprised them. Not protein bars either. Not that this looks any good, but what the hell, after nothing but protein bars it at least smells good. Put it down on the floor a little aways from her. She’ll have to come forward for it.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
She watches the plate, watches me. A little puzzled, a little wary.
“I just want a name, so I know what to call you.”
She looks uneasy, but her head tilts to the side, her mouth opens, like she’s trying to remember. I could remind her what her name is, but I’d rather she said it herself.
“You don’t have to give me your life story, sweetheart, just a name. I’m not going to hurt you.” I repeat it.
A deep croak, at the start, like she hasn’t spoken in years. Hell, for all I know, she hasn’t. Her voice is deeper than it should be, for a girl. Maybe all that growling did it, who knows. But it’s a start. Don’t make a grab for her. I’ve got time to wait. She could do a lot of damage with those teeth, if I took her and she wasn’t exactly willing. Push the plate forward. She tilts her head again, like she’s about to say something else, and can’t. I figure it’s a thank you, and leave it at that.
As I’m leaving, I watch as she shares the plate with the dog.