Eat Me Series Part 4
There is more to Fiona than even she knows. Time ticks by as she tries to regain her mind, but time waits for no man. When they come, knocking down doors and forcing themselves into her life she finds herself once again runnin...
Vakko had explained to him that it couldn't be anytime, it had to be a certain time. Which he was entirely sure was a bunch of bullshit, but only one of them had been to the underverse, or at least tried, and Riddick wasn't going to fight him on this.
Elnora had been exploring when Riddick returned from the master's chambers. She wasn't fully understanding his position here, but she didn't complain when he pointed her to Dame Vakko's old quarters and told her to have a rest. He hadn't explained to her yet that she wasn't going to make it, not after this was all said and done; that bitter taste of blood on his tongue.
Vakko had explained that the ship needs to be in the right place, that it needed to be facing the right way. He pointed out the coordinates on the palm map, sure of himself, his failing lungs rattling inside his rib cage. After handing Riddick the key to the main pilot bay, Vakko resigned to the bed, muttering about earning a rest. Leaving him be, Riddick headed up to the station, wanting to quickly get this ship back in working condition to move it where it needed to go.
As he stepped onto the landing, looking out over the vast viewing window that stared out over the stars, he couldn't help but feel the creep of the phantom version of Fiona just behind him. Her soft chuckle, her fingers sliding along his neck, he dared not to turn around and see her, her voice in his ear, beckoning him back. His body ached for the touch of her skin, for the warmth she provided, for the rush that she gave him.
He wasn't sure why he was breathing. The thought had rarely crossed him mind in the past, and usually it only came to him when he was in a life or death situation, but this time it was much deeper. He was alive, he could drop this, he could move to an isolated planet, work out the rest of his days, and be peaceful alone. So why?
She was why.
He grunted, flinching away from the tickle on his neck, his brain making it all real. She was more important to him than any other living creature on the planet had ever been, and he had made the decision to walk away from her before she was taken from him. Taken like the rest of the people who interfered and tried to do him right.
He figured he could have fought, when he woke, seeing Fiona beside him in a deep sleep, a frown upon her face. He could have done what he does best and cut his way out of there, with her body on his shoulder, ready to wake when he had her safely on a ship they stole. Like old times, the idea brining a small smile to his lips. It was gone quick though, the reality more prominent. The truth was, Aereon's quick tongue convinced him to step out without Fiona, to take a ship given to him, and coordinated to find Vakko. The last words of Aereon's haunting him, because he wasn't sure if they really were true.
The old Riddick will have no problem finding someone who will die for him, now go, before she wakes.
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It only took two days to get there. Vakko kept to the bed most the time, but Riddick had gotten into the routine of bringing him food and drink. He felt like a maid for the most part, Vakko not thanking him, but grunting with appreciation. The man was dying, each breathe a step closer to the end. The rattle in his chest was getting longer, and if he was possible, he was getting paler.
