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 felt that she was dragging feet more than she had planned for. Her skin was covered from head to toe and she wished she had taken some layers off before this little excursion. But she couldn't blame herself; the situation was not one she had expected in the first place.
Her mind kept repeating the last moment of her existence over and over and over... She couldn't get his eyes out of her memory, stuck right there at the front with the remembrances he had brought with him. She had seen herself, normal eyes, normal skin, normal everything. She had seen herself jumping from building to building, from ledge to ledge. Clothes always different, but the looks she gave the viewer all the same. She could feel the pride inside her, the love and adoration for this unknown man and she couldn't quite control the feelings that were there now.
She had to walk away, to collect her thoughts, to understand. But now she wanted more than anything to run back.
There was a soft wind picking up, she could feel it just around her ankles, see it as the dust kicked up and twirled across the desert. As she stepped back into the area of the station she felt the tension in the air almost immediately. Dahl had her sniper out, her scope sliding in, the butt of the gun clicking ceremonially at the end. She dug through her box of rounds and pulled out what she was looking for, slapping it in and lining her eye up with the scope.
As Fiona rejoined them, unnoticed by the bodies that surrounded her, she felt the prickle of doubt run its course. The shot was fired, she missed.
"Again." Johns was standing just a few feet away, binoculars shoved to his face as he watched the same thing she had been shooting at. Fiona could see the shift of something out in the distance but she didn't know quite sure what. A fleeting moment let her think maybe it was Riddick, but her eyes lingered off in the direction far to the left, where she had last seen him traveling. It couldn't be.
The second shot fired, the blast filling the silence, and this time Dahl didn't miss.
"Let's go, we have a trail." Johns turned quickly and headed towards the ship, Lockspur and Moss fast on his heels. "Fiona, you're riding with me." He glanced over his shoulder for a moment to make sure she had heard him, and she most certainly had. He had caught her off guard, her mind focusing more on skin and heat, but she nodded all the same and quickly followed behind.
She wanted to ride with Moss.
The bikes shinned in the sunlight and she eyed up the bald man who slid over the hog with ease and brought it to life. She wanted to slide on behind him, not Johns. Johns turned his on, the blue light of the engine and exhaust kicking up heat and he looked over at her, she felt as though she had done something wrong. That look was one he reserved only for the convicts he locked up. She didn't keep him waiting, looking away from his eyes as she slid on behind him and locked her feet into the bars at the bottom.
They were off before there were words, Johns following a screen just on the front of his bike, the blinking indicator giving him his trajectory. The wind whipped around them harshly and Fiona kept herself huddled down behind Johns, mind wandering during this uneventful trip.
