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...
I don't know WHY I changed tenses in the last chapter. I must have been real flipping tired when I wrote that shit. Safe to say I've fixed it. Sorry for this taking so damn long. Picking where I was going and what I wanted to do was hard, and I hashed it all out about a million times and kept throwing what I had away. So here we are.
Let me know what you think. It's rough, I didn't edit as much as I usually try to.
This chapter jumps around. And I cut out a LOT of the movie scenes because well... it's not the best out of the trilogy, lets face it. Generally everyone who is reading this has seen Riddick (2013) so I don't feel as though I have to explain in depth exactly what is going on. If you need me to explain it, message me, I'll be happy to relocate you to Wikipedia so you can read the movie summary.
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They were dying.
Fiona wrapped her arms around her body, staring out into the rain from the ramp of the ship. Johns and Riddick had left her, Luna, and Dahl behind to retrieve the nodes. Everyone else was dead. Blood, rain, death, it was all a distant memory that flooded her mind as she stared out at the ground that was getting pelted with rain.
They were clinging to Riddick like he was the savior. She could remember standing in the folds of sand as they gathered the light and strapped themselves into chains and holsters. Helping Johns into chains, trapping her bounty hunter into a small space, not knowing then if they were going to live. She could remember the way those poor defenseless people looked up to him as though he was the king of darkness and he was going to pull them from this mess. Scratch free.
She wouldn't be that woman again.
Growling she took a few more steps towards the end. The water bounced down from the sky and a few small droplets hit her on the cheek. She whipped them away and glared out into the darkness at the creatures that walked along the perimeter of the ships. Dahl was afraid to turn the lights off. They were sitting in the darkness waiting for the return of the men and Fiona wanted to carve out her own path instead of sitting around and waiting.
"They'll be back." The blonde woman took a few steps down the ramp, confusing Fiona's stare into the void as worry.
"I know." She turned slightly, looking up at Dahl. There wasn't much resemblance to her and Fry, just the blonde hair. They had different builds, different gear, different attitudes, but in that moment Fiona could see the captain in Dahl's features. The fearless struggle the woman had gone through to crawl her way through the darkness to stop Riddick from leaving. She had seen the sorrow and fear in Dahl's eyes when Lockspur and Moss were slaughtered in the merc shack, very much so the same sorrow she had seen in Fry's eyes when Paris was gobbled up. It was weakness.
