Revelations

Chapter Two

She knew something was wrong before she opened her eyes. She could hear the outside world chattering away in her ears, the wind swirling around the home they had built. Mornings here were usually quiet, withdrawn. They'd open their eyes to a sleeping world and step outside into the vast emptiness. The world would come alive around them, birds calling out later in the day.

But nothing was quiet. The bugs, the birds, the critters; their chattering was burrowing into her brain. Her senses were waking, her limbs aching from the tumbles she had taken yesterday. With a desire to go back to sleep she tried to cut off from the world. As she tried to focus on the heart beat that always calmed her in the room she felt the sudden dread. His heart was erratic, the thrum of his beat in her ears now, amplified at the staccato beat that was incessant. Opening her eyes abruptly Fiona glanced at Riddick's bed. Nothing.

"Sleeping beauty finally joins us." The voice was smooth, a high pitch silk that reached out and startled her. Fiona quickly rose, climbing to her feet and taking in her home that she was certain was empty just seconds ago. But four men stood before her, three of them all matching. The air around her grew thick as the sleep quickly washed away, her eyes finding Riddick forced to his knees, a bit in his mouth, arms pulled behind him. He had blood on his forehead, his eyes closed because of the sun that was pouring in from a newly made hole in the ceiling. "My manners were always something to be desired..."

The fourth man was the one speaking, his pale green skin not an illusion of the light. His eyes were black pits, steadied on her, his red lips stretched from ear to ear in a grin. His attire was gray, the others all in black. His hair milk white, ears elongated. Fiona couldn't feel them, she couldn't hear them, she couldn't smell them. She felt muted in her senses as she tried to figure out what they were, eyes scanning over the four quickly. They seemed to know what she was doing, but none seemed fazed, the leader grinning at her.

"Let him go." Fiona focused on the new stranger, watching as his smile slipped away slightly. He sighed, dropping his gaze from her and glancing over at Riddick. With a flick of his wrist the two men holding Riddick kicked him in the back, his disapproving grunts of pain filling in the silence. Fiona felt her muscles tense as she watched. Riddick could take any man that held him, so why was this different?

"Now now Fiona, my manners might not be that grand, but this is really no way to treat a guest. I would have thought you would have offered me a drink by now." The man in gray moved towards her, his fingers fiddling with the gray sleeves of his button up shirt. He was monochromatic in his slacks and shoes and shirt. She watched him perplexed, trying to identify his heart beat, his breath, anything. "Cat got your tongue? Or better yet, your senses?" He chuckled, stopping just in front of her, eyes traveling down to her bare feet.

"What do you want?"

"We're starting to ask the right questions by dear, there is a brain in that thick skull of yours." He reached out to knock on her head but she took a step back, eyes bouncing over to Riddick quickly before returning to the man in front of her. "I'm here simply to deliver a message my dear Fiona. That is your name, isn't it?"

"How do you know who I am?"

"I've known who you are long before you yourself knew it, my dear. Prophecies don't merely pop up without a little... interference if you will." He chuckled, the noise biting at her ears. She cringed, and he stopped. "The makings of my kind have always been blind to your people. You won't be able to feel me out child, so stop focusing all your energy on it. It'll do you no good." He cleared his throat and took a step back, eyes swiveling to Riddick and his men. Fiona watched, a plan formulating in her mind. If she could just get him out of their hold they could make a run for it. Into the trees, into the darkness. They could be safe there. Figure it out.