Dark Eyes (A Riddick Story)

The Beast Inside Me

It was the third day in the prison, and I was getting more restless. Injecco could come and get me any day now. I hadn’t seen Riddick since last night, and I had no idea what he was doing. I couldn’t get him out of my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was to me, how his breath brushed against my lips, how his animal-like eyes stared into mine. I seemed to have found myself becoming more and more attached to him.

            I stood up and stretched, holding my hands far above my head. It was easy living here, but I missed the freedom. I was starting to think of the prison as a holding cell instead of an actual prison. It was like everyone was here just waiting to die, or to be killed, or like me be picked up and taken to a real prison. I walked over to the railing and looked over to the bottom. As always there were a few people there walking around and talking to each other. I saw the viper chick stretching and talking to a man with implanted horns in his head.

            I didn’t see the boulder or the way-to-nice chick, so I started to make my way down. At each floor I would hear people talking to each other about things like they were out in the world. I wondered if they had been here so long now that they pretended they were free. They could have relationships and jobs (though without pay). It didn’t matter I guessed, if they were happy.

            I got to the bottom floor, and of course I regretted it as soon as I did. A man, the one the viper was talking to, stepped in front of me. He was tall, even taller than the boulder, and looked down at me with eyes that almost looked red. He looked like a demon, but other than his implants and eyes that were probably contacts he didn’t seem like anything special. “I heard you gave my girl trouble yesterday.” He crossed his arms, trying to make himself seem stronger than he probably was.

            “Look, I don’t want any trouble okay, so just get out of my way and head on back to your girlfriend before I kick your scrawny ass.” I looked up at him, my hands by my side as I glared up at him with anger. I really didn’t feel like dealing with his bull, and I had better things to do than get into a fight in front of everyone.

            “You? Kick my ass? Bitch you don’t know who you’re talking to. Word around here is you don’t even have anything wrong with you, so there is nothing you are going to do about it.” He reached his hand forward and twined his fingers into the front of my tank top pulling harsh and forcing me closer to him. He looked down my shirt and I saw a type of lust in his eyes—of course boys will be boys.

            I used my feet and kicked off the ground, and then used them again and kicked him hard in the chest. He let go of me and I fell toward the ground, by was able to use my knees and my hands from smashing into the floor. He staggered backwards, but since he wasn’t that heavy he didn’t fall and grabbed at his chest with his hand. He rubbed the spot where I had kicked him, but it didn’t seem like it affected him that much.

            He stood up straight, his nostrils flaring as he lunged for me and punched me in the face hard with his fists. Pain shot into face, but luckily he didn’t break anything. I was on my hands and knees when I felt him grab the back of my shirt and throw me against the wall. I rolled over just before he punched me in the back and slammed his fist into the wall. He pulled back and looked at me and I could taste blood in my mouth. It didn’t even look like he was affected by it.

            I ducked again just as his fist came flying at my face again and slammed into the wall. I looked up just in time to see pieces falling out of the cave, his knuckles leaving a crater. I jumped up and spun around, launching myself into him and throwing him into the ground. I was on top of him and I started feeling my blood boil furiously. I took my balled up fist and hit him multiple times in the face, but he was just going with the motions and it didn’t seem like I was hurting him at all, yet his nose started bleeding.