The Lone Wolf

Chapter 4: The Man, The Myth, The Psychopathic Convict

As you could probably tell, Drike was probably the nicest merc around - which is saying something, seeing as he isn't particularly nice. Most mercenaries got into the business because they were to violent to be cops or soldiers - they specialize in lacking empathy.

Drike was born into it. He's soft. He's only a merc because it runs in the family; his father, his father's father - they're known for it. No wonder no other career would take him on.

Maybe that's why I haven't killed him. Yet.

Drike reentered the room, with four other men in tow. The man who had been left writhing on the floor roe to stand in line. Six man crew. Impressive.

"It's lovely to see you introducing me to your crew." I snarled with an evil smile, enjoying the sight of sweat beading on the upper lips of his new recruits, "I do like to know names. That is before I slit their throats and drain their arteries."

I laughed at their reactions, cowering and avoiding eye contact in a mad scramble to be the furthest away from me. I rhythmically thrummed the chains together, imitating a steady heartbeat.

"Play nice, Wolf. We'll be at Crematoria in an hour." Drike snapped. Obviously not keen on me killing his men. Then again, it wouldn't be the first time. To an outsider, this conversation might sound like a friendly, comical joke. But I could see it in their eyes - they knew why I had such a high bounty on my head. They knew what I'd done, and they were very very scared.

I like it when they're scared.

"Crematoria?" A deep, guttural voice from the shadows of the hull questioned - even with my goggles on, I couldn't see him, "I've been there before. Its the prison planet where you go in and they promise you'll never see daylight again. If you do see daylight it'll fry your retinas and roast you alive faster than you can say 'escaped convict'."

Now there's some things I didn't like. 1) as mentioned before, I like knowing names. I do not like talking to someone when I can't even see what they look like, and 2) I sure as hell did not like the fact that the mercs on this ship where infinitely more scared of this ominous voice than they were of me.

"And you are...?" I asked, directing my attention to the barred wall of a holding cell about three meters diagonally from where I was chained. Two arms appeared, chained loosely, leaning against the bars. Each was about the circumference of my waist - this guy could kill with his bare hands. Come to think of it, he probably has.

"Now why would I answer a question like that..." He chuckled at me, "When the men who captured us won't even use your name? Unless 'Wolf' is your name. But I highly doubt that."

"Leon, read them each others slips." Drike said, rolling his eyes and going back into the cockpit. I felt a small jolt under my feet as he took the ship off of autopilot in the other room. The ship's copilot, a smaller yet still muscular man of hispanic origin followed shortly.

A small man, younger than the rest stepped foreward with two sheets of paper in his hand, one blue and one green. He read out the blue one first, turning towards me. 

"Name: Elizah Lorthakk, otherwise known as the Lone Wolf." He began after clearing his throat, "Age: Estimated early twenties, History of crimes: three counts of petty theft, five counts of vehice theft - four of which being government owned space vehicles-"

"What can I say? I have a problem with authority." I smirked in response to the laughs emitted from the cage in the corner. 

"Clearly." Leon sighed, "Declassified numbers or murder, greivous bodily harm, assault, trespassing and two counts of kidnapping. The bounty on your head is 1.5mil alive, 0.9mil UDs if retrieved dead. Crematoria are triple max, therefore offering 2mil UDs for you to be delivered alive and healthy. You escaped your last penetentary one month ago after an incident including a security guard and a-"

"Thats enough." I growled, "His turn."

"Name: Richard Riddick." He began, more wary about the man in the cage that he was about me. Now I knew why they were scared. Everyone knows who he is. "Age: Unknown, History of crimes: anyone who is anyone knows the shit he's been up to, Bou-"

"Does it really say that?" Riddick chuckled. I was too shocked that it was Richard fucking Riddick in a hull cell literally 3 meters away to be laughing at this.

"No." Leon replied curtly, continuing reading from the green paper, "Bounty has been raised to 2mil alive, 0.8mil UDs dead. Triple max will take you and pay out 2.4mil alive and healthy. You've been on the run for a while, after the incident with the Necromonger Empire."

Leon obviously assumed that his work here was done as he turned on his heels and left the hull, leaving me alone with possibly the most dangerous man in the universe. Brilliant.

"So what does a pretty little girl like you do to get called 'the Lone Wolf'?" Riddick asked menacingly, the sound of chains echoed through the hull as I took a small step backtowards the wall behind me.

This was going to be a long ride.

{AN:-

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