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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"So we're walking right into the camp, am I getting this right?" Fiona crossed her arms, watching as Riddick shrugged, repositioning his goggles and tossing the stick in hand out into the desert. Pard chased after it, leaping into the air and catching it mid throw. He jogged back, a happy dog amongst the sorrow of the world, a wag to his tail. When he dropped the throwing stick at Fiona's feet she sighed, looking down at the beast as he yelped at her in anticipation.
"Oh come on Fiona, don't be an animal, toss the stick." Riddick teased, his grin and laugh escalating her frustration. She ground her teeth together, staring at the joyful eyes of the mutt before sighing and picking up the stick for a toss. He bound out after it, tackling it to the ground like the hunter he was. "We don't have much time until that storm creeps in."
"What is so bad about the storm? Find a cave, hide there while it rains. Do you melt?"
"It's not just water that comes with those clouds, you of all people should know that." He was implying a memory, but it was foggy. She sighed, looking away from him to stare at the black clouds that rolled in the sky quite a distance away. She could feel the wings on her skin, the memory vague enough to produce a shadow in her mind. The flapping a distant sound, the screams echoing inside her, she felt the air in her lungs get caught. What she was truly clear of was the hurt that had come with those wings. The slicing, the pain of hundreds of years of hunger digging into flesh as a meal was devoured.
"Well, let's get a move on then." Her voice was shaky at best, her assurance minimal.
He chuckled boldly, shaking his head and looking over at her. She refused to make eye contact, choosing rather to wander into the sandy world, following the smell she knew all too well. Riddick didn't question how she knew where she was going. He kept on her heels, a foot back, watching her every step. As a predator would its prey.
"I don't remember much of anything." She wasn't sure why she was talking, but his silence implied that he would listen because he had nothing better to do. She didn't glance over her shoulder at him, choosing rather to keep forward, using her senses to focus in on the path. They weren't far from the camp; she could see the outline of the building ahead. "What I do know is that I spent quite a bit of time with you. Of course I didn't know that until recently, but still... apparently you were once important."
"Once?"
"I don't remember you anymore." The sorrow in her voice was new. She wasn't quite sure why it pained her to say such words, but the ache in her chest was double that of any pain she had felt before. Her mind was skimming through the only memory she could hold onto, the mixture of pain and what could be classified as love, as the beast that walked behind her nursed her back to health. But the wings flapping in her memory blocked anymore of it, and she pushed it all away in favor of not remembering the pain.
Riddick was beside her in no time, closing the distance between them. He kept stride with her as she kept forward. When she felt the brush of his skin on her exposed arm her body shook.
