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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Johns paced, watching the sleeping criminal in front of him.
They had pulled his motionless body into the building after making sure he was out. The confusion and murmurs filled up the next thirty minutes as Dhal did a vitals check on the man and quickly learned he was burning through the tranquilizer darts she had shot him up with entirely too quick for a human.
Fiona had been tossed into the corner shortly after, coming to, watching as they all inspected and gathered around the sleeping criminal. She shook her head when Dahl offered her water, tucking her legs up and hugging them close to her body. She felt the sobs deep in her chest, the deaths of those she had known so long ago so fresh in her mind. She could see them now, the boys as they were pulled apart, the desperation in Paris' screams; the fear in Johns' eyes. She dropped her head, sobbing silently, her body wracking with pain.
She could remember The Core, the people she had singlehandedly murdered. The days in and out of pain and all the attempts at healing, no end to the torture of fight or die. She could remember the pregnant girl, and Jack and the wave they had fought together. She remembered the start of her life, her life as a street child, as a dancer, and eventually a prostitute. She could clearly remember the night she met Riddick, the pain and the defeat; his eyes shining brightly in the dark as bringers of death.
But she couldn't focus on that.
Raising her head and whipping away the tears, she swallowed down her sobs and steadied her breathing.
The sun was gone, the cold was creeping in, and Johns' nerves were shot. When he reached out and slammed a punch into Riddick it wasn't entirely unexpected, his calm exterior cracking as he frantically tried to wake him up. Fiona felt a new fire in the pit of her stomach, the odd sensation mixed with her remembered feelings.
"We beatin' men in chains now?"
Johns didn't respond to Moss, choosing rather, to focus on the shine job that was now looking him in the eyes. Riddick held a small grin, blood trickling down from the cut on his cheek.
"Listen up, you sick fuck. From the beginning, for the historical record, my son boards the Hunter Gratnzer with you two in tow, somewhere near M-344/G it sends out a distress signal, does my son survive the crash?"
"There's gonna be big drama, in the next few hours." Riddick's voice carried over the silence with dominance. Chains or no chains, Fiona knew he was in charge. She found herself chuckling, shaking her head, letting the smile linger. "But whatever happens, no matter what they tell you, don't let'em take these chains off me."
"Them. Who's them, who are you talking... do you know who you're talking to here?" Johns' voice grew more frantic as he leaned in closer, his seat Santana's box.
Riddick disregarded him, eyes making contact with Santana.
"That was for me?"
Fiona watched as Santana slid off the table on her left, taking a few steps towards the center of the room. His face was growing less confident, his steps wobbling from exhaustion. Half his men were already gone and it was evident that he could now feel the weight of the situation. Fiona looked down and away, fiddling with her fingers as she tried to push away the sounds of the crying beasts in the distance.
