furya's heart's

The rescue

Riddick

 I felt my heart stop for an agonizing second, watching her keep walking like the world hadn't shifted beneath our feet. Maybe it hadn't. Maybe I was the only one effected by that little bit of approval. I don't fucking get it. She's just a little woman. She has a point about the soul mark thing. It shouldn't matter at all. I've never met her before today, so why does it feel like the center of gravity has shifted? It ain't the soul mark, or she'd be effected, too. Fuck, ever since I met her I've been out of sorts. Thought it was just interest. Curiosity. I began moving again, quickly catching up with the little minx. I don't think I've ever been this wrong before. What the hell is it? Mate. She's our mate. What do you mean, 'mate'? What does this shit even mean? Our Imprint. Our mate. Our Omega. I glanced at her behind my goggles to see her still smiling a bit. My chest tightened and felt warm. Fuck. I'm out of my depth, here. I internally groaned. I didn't have much longer to ruminate on my words, because within minutes we reached the settlement.

They had me pull the sled to the little skiff, and the little woman worked to un-yolk me. I relished in her touches, giving low purrs when her hands brushed over my chest. She gave me a glare of warning, to which I responded with a cocky grin. When I was free, she backed away and turned to the others, waiting for an assignment. They ignored her completely. I stepped up, intent on checking to see if the skiff was even able to fly. Johns stepped in my way.

"Why don't you go see if there's something we can patch up these wings with, huh?" He tilted his head in challenge. I inwardly snorted at his attempt at being top dog. It was laughable. I turned away, seeing the little woman inspecting something and a thought came to my mind. I smirked.

Belle

I felt a chest press itself against my back and stiffened at the familiar presence. I glanced around, noting everyone watching us. His hands rubbed up and down my arms, holding me firmly against him.

"Ya know, I still haven't gotten to get this close to you, unrestrained." He purred into my hair. I felt my breath catch in my throat. One arm snaked itself around my waist as he nipped my ear. "I've been meaning to do this for some time..." I felt liquid heat pool in my core and my face flushed. I was frozen in place. He pulled away from me and I turned to see him walking away, my journal in hand.

"Richard!" I huffed. "You could have just asked!" He guffawed.

"Not near as fun as getting you riled up, princess." He chuckled, turning a corner, out of sight.

"Men." I sighed in exasperation. I looked around for something to do, only to come up empty.

Guess I can make sure my blades are straight and sharp. Gonna want high ground though. Don't want Johns sneaking up on me. I eyed the blue eyed man who was leering at me in a threateningly perverse manner. I quickly rounded a corner before scaling the nearest building, hopping from roof to roof.

I made myself comfortable on the biggest building, on a weird patch on the roof. I lost track of time, seeing everyone milling about, working on this, that, and the other. It was when Riddick approached my building that I began to set away my blades, stashing them into the hem of my pants, now that I had some ace bandages as a buffer between my skin and the metal to avoid being cut. I had wrapped my arms from wrists to elbows as make shift sheathes for more of my throwing knives, and even wrapped my ankles under my jeans and boots, for even more knives. In total, There were ten at my torso, two on each arm, and three in each boot.

He was inspecting the front of my building, and Jack had come up to hide behind the tarp that must have blown there at some point. Johns grabbed Riddick's attention.

"Come on, boy. You're missing the party." Johns said with a whistle and pat on the leg, like he was calling a dog. I gripped one of the blades on my arm, tempted to throw it into his skull. Riddick turned to give the building another once over before tugging the tarp down revealing Jack with her freshly shorn head.

"Come on, you're missing the party." He beckoned in a mockery of the merc's previous words. "And princess? Get your cute little ass down here." He called a bit louder. I huffed.

"I'm coming." I grumbled huffily. "Asshole." Jack clambered down and I moved to follow before I noticed one of the kids crawling through a hole in the side of the building. What the hell are you doing, kid? I followed him through the hole, catching his attention with a hand on his shoulder. Just then, the roof split open, sunlight filtering in from the sky light, causing a hoard of creatures to begin shrieking and flying about, tearing at our clothes. The kid tried to run for some doors before I tackled him to the ground and sent him crawling to the hole that we had come from while I pulled out two of my blades, slashing at anything coming in range. The child shouted as he wriggled in panic toward the hole. He was half way out when the main doors were shot open. The others opened the door to see me being swarmed by the little fuckers only to be met with a blade. There was a pile of them at my feet, and the kid, Ali, was still trying to squirm through the hole. The extra light from the door must have scared them since they immediately retreated from me, and made a beeline for the well at the center of the room.

I almost dropped from exhaustion as the others rushed in, pulling the hysterical child from the opening. My knees threatened to buckle before Riddick scooped me up. The others paid me no mind until Imam approached us.

"Thank you. How may I ever repay you?" He asked sincerely.

"Is there any more water left over?" I asked, shaking from the absence of adrenalin and exhaustion.

"Yes, I will go get you some. It is the least I can do for you." The holy man bowed before leaving with his kids.

"And make sure you tell them to stick to the group next time." I called after him. I whimpered. "I am so tired."

"Sleep, princess. I got you." Riddick whispered in my ear. I obeyed without protest, curling against his chest and clutching his shirt for reassurance.