Eat Me Series Part 3
Fiona finds herself once again on a hot planet, in the middle of nowhere, with Johns and a struggling memory. Just like old times, save for the fact she doesn't remember the bald villain that is pushing havoc on the people aroun...
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"Fiona!"
She looked over her shoulder at Johns, a raised brow hidden behind her shades. He stalked forward, watching the red light blink, a signal from a beacon nearby. A washed away long forgotten planet sat in front of them, dried to the bone. They had been moving forward quickly since they picked up Fiona. Three bounties between Helion Prime and here, but the end destination was always her coordinates. She still had no name, no understanding of why Bryan would send her out here, but Johns seemed to know to whom they were heading.
"Is this it?" He pushed down on the receiver, watching as the broadcast came in thick and covered in static. "Must be storms down there." The message came in clear this time, words slamming across the screen frantically. Fiona glanced at the text, watching a hazy figure shroud in green light appear with a name just below.
Richard B. Riddick
"Yes. These are the coordinates."
"Strap in, we're landing."
Fiona picked herself up and moved from the pilot's chair. She moved gracefully around Moss, Dahl, and Lockspur, minding her limbs, making sure to not touch a single inch of any of them.
The last three months had left them all confused. Fiona didn't say much, and if she did speak it was to Johns mainly. She had developed a strange relationship with Dahl though, after a bar fight that went array. A man had tried to feel Fiona up and without much though she flipped him, straddled him, and beat him within inches of his life. Dahl had to pull her off, and Fiona had figured in that moment that her free rides would be cut off, Johns would leave her there and forget about her.
But the blonde fought for her. She shook out the tension in her muscles, told her she had done good, and reassured her that she would be fine. They didn't speak of it, but Fiona could feel the eyes on her. Moss kept his distance, Lockspur kept his distance; even Johns had a fear in everything that he did. Fiona couldn't explain it, she couldn't very well understand it either, but when Dahl had pulled her off that body she had caught a glimpse of her reflection.
An animal.
Fiona took the only seat available, the back of the ship, the cargo hold, the seat where they placed their bounties. She had felt a little odd the first time she had taken a seat in the chair, the first time she had reached down and closed the ankle shackles around herself. But there was an odd comfort in all of it, being in the center, being able to watch everyone on the ship.
They didn't pay much attention to her, but she was oddly proud to say they protected her when in public. They never left her to fend on her own, and even though she couldn't explain to them anything period, they had her back.
She looked away from them, her brows closing together as she concentrated on her hands in her lap. Bryan. She missed him, she desired him. He was the only person she had met in her time alive that she could feel comfortable around. He never questioned her from the first time she had opened her eyes in that cold dark room. He never questioned her need to fight, to struggle with him, to flee. He only embraced it and informed her that it just couldn't be.
