Eat Me Series Part 1
Fiona has been with Riddick since he saved her life, keeping out of his way as best she can. Her position isn't clear but all she knows is that she can't leave his side. When they are captured and lost on the planet with the res...
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Fiona knelt down and buckled her boots. Her shaking fingers showing her unease.
The eclipsing planet had long dominated half the sky, the suns blocked completely. An impactful darkness was all around them, trying to leak in and snuff out all of the light. Johns had finally given in and the plan had been set into motion. After a fearful two-minute walk to the cargo bay they all found themselves surrounded by makeshift light and a new confidence.
Fiona felt helpless. She tried to aid, tried to contribution in hooking up the generator and positioning it on the sled, but the captain only pushed her away. Her efforts were denied, eyes telling her she wasn't wanted, wasn't needed, wasn't welcome.
Riddick had become the newly appointed leader, his orders direct and to the point. They followed him obediently, the only one that didn't like it being Johns. He didn't speak his mind anymore; rather he kept to himself, gun ready and waiting. The hours ticked by, scratching and squalling all around them a reminder of the impending doom that waited just outside.
Fiona felt putout. She couldn't put words to what she was thinking, but fiery hatred for them all was all that ran its way through her veins. She didn't like their sudden loyalty, their undying need to show Riddick that he was in fact in charge. They were jumping into her world, trying to take her place, and she didn't want it.
She gathered what little things she did have and made her way towards the man in question. He was finishing up the connects in front, helping Imam strap himself into the handmade lead that connected to the sled. The other one was meant for Johns, the blue-eyed devil waiting patiently for his turn.
Grabbing hold of the chain invention, Fiona stood in front of his, waiting. Johns sized up the situation, looking down at her hands and at the symbol of future stress that was held in them. He unshouldered his gun, leaning it against the generator before turning back to Fiona and extending his arms. She did what she had watched Riddick do, helping her captor into chains and straps. The irony wasn't lost on either of them, the fleeting looks shared full of anger and frustration.
"You ok big blue?"
Johns hands were shaking, his forehead covered in sweat. He reached up and whipped it away, nodding his head before scooping up his gun.
"I've had worse." Their conversation was hushed, a whisper over the skuttering frenzy of the others as they prepared for the trek.
"Don't I know it."
He watched as she hooked in the last of the shackles, pulling on the chain that connected the harness to the sled to make sure it held. He spoke no thanks, only nodded, taking a few steps back from her and focusing his attention just behind her.
Fiona turned her attention around and back to the front. Fry was busy helping Riddick strap into a belt of light that wrapped across his chest. The bulbs were positioned on his back, leaving the front open and dark. The captain was swaddling the man, Fiona irritated by her sudden need to be close to the strength in the group. She was just the first though, as everyone would eventually turn their full attention to the serial killer that was saving them.
