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Slipping Away	By : KraziSupra93 Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 2014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: Don�t own Riddick or anyone else from the movie, only the ones that you don�t recognize.

Chapter 1

The white walls, the beeping monitors, the dying patients and the busy doctors were nothing new to me. I�ve known the inside of these walls for years now, felt like home. I guess it really was, I slept, ate, and pretty much lived there. I never left the tiny room for more than an hour, never took my eyes off the sleeping form in the bed. Although many times I found myself wishing I was in that spot. You would think with all this technology that we now have that we would be able to figure out a way to find cures to all these diseases. But see no one wanted to spend the money researching a cure, nah there was to much spent on space travel and exploring other galaxies.

It was known as, Gjsuen, suffering went hand and hand with it. It was very rare, 1 out of 10 million, but if you were unfortunate to have it there was no escape. It started out as a common cold believe it or not but then it progressed like there was no tomorrow, though it took years. No one knows how you get it or all that shit but they do know what it does. It attacks anything that is in its way but oddly enough doesn�t shut it down right away. Days, weeks, even years can pass before it decides when to pull the plug almost as if its enjoying the pain its causing.

I watched as it slowly shut down my sisters body, every second, every minute, every god damn day for years. I couldn�t stop it, couldn�t help her and that hurt the most. For about four years now I have been in this damn hospital watching her slowly slip away. She was 11 when we first found out, I was only 14.

Our parents were rich beyond anyone�s wildest dream and well we were left alone a lot of the time but didn�t care. Even though there was a three year age difference between us we were like two peas in a pod. Practically attached at the hip, at least that�s what everyone said. Everything that we came across we did together. It was perfect until she got sick.

After about a week or so of her throwing up and coughing all over the place my mother finally took her to the doctor. I held her hand the whole time he checked her out and ran some tests. An hour passed, the results were in, we had to step outside. I knew it couldn�t of been good. If that wasn�t any indication of what was to come my mothers face sure was. I never saw such devastation, didn�t know what it looked like�..until then. She tried to hide it but not hard enough. That night I found out why from hiding on the stairs listening to my parents, and wondered why not me? Thunder scared me back up to my room. It was raining that�s when I realized I fucking hate rain.

It was her 15th birthday last week and I�ve never seen so many presents. We had a huge party in her tiny room and I�ve never seen such a huge smile either. Our parents were there with about 30 others. They never understood small. Of course they had to leave early because they had some important dinner to run off to. I think I saw them about 3 times at the hospital, twice because they had to pay for the treatments and the other time being her birthday. They had the money so they kept upping her treatments trying to postpone the inevitable.

You couldn�t even recognize her anymore. Her long blond hair gone, the bright blue of her eyes disappeared, bumps and blotches covered her once beautiful skin, she was all skin and bones now. It took along time and I had to watch all of it. She�s been bed ridden since she�s been here and sleeps most of the time, the pain is usually to bad to do anything else. The drugs worked for about the first year she was here but now they don�t do shit. Her transformation into what I see now is one thing but now its starting to effect her mind and I�m not sure I can handle that.

�Nova where are you?� She whispered.

�Right beside you kiddo.� I ruffled her hair as I sat on the corner of the bed.

�I thought you left.�

�Me? Come on Lizzy I�m always here.�

�I know I was just checking.� She paused, �What time is it?�

�Almost 2 am, you better get to sleep.�

�That�s all I do is sleep!� She huffed but I didn�t miss the pain cross her face when she did.

�Well you need your rest so you can build up your strength and we can go home.� Tears slipped from my eyes and I quickly brushed them away. I felt her hand touch mine, she knew why didn�t I?

�This is my home.� Lizzy told me quietly, I lost it.

�This!� I shouted �This is not your home Liz! It�s far from here away from all this. Where we grew up, this is a damn hospital you know that.� I wasn�t mad at her, not in the least but more at myself.

�I know but that�s what it feels like, I�m sorry Nova.�

�It�s not your fault kiddo, you don�t deserve this.�

�You think you do, it wasn�t meant to be. I want it to go back the way it use to be where it was just us. I got sick and that all changed and now I�m stuck in this bed for the rest of my life while this disease slowly kills me. I�ve accepted it why can�t you?� How could she accept it just like that? I never will.

�Because you�re my sister! This isn�t suppose to happen your only a damn kid. Why?� I couldn�t hold them back any longer and I sank to my knees in defeat. I felt so helpless and there wasn�t anyone who could save my little sister.

�Nova!� Her shriek brought me out of my thoughts. She was shaking violently and the monitors went crazy. Loud beeps and screams could be heard thought the room while I rushed to her side. Blood was coming from her mouth but her eyes were locked with mine. It was almost like she was trying to reassure me, calm me down but that made it worse. Not seconds after nurses and doctors flooded the room. Some had needles, others had pills I searched her eyes once more before I found my answer and I snapped. I drew out twin knives and stood in front of them with a mood like no other. They saw them and immediately stopped.

�Anybody so much as fucking breathes to hard your dead. Understand?� My voice was deathly calm. There were six, four nurses and two doctors, two of the best. I checked the bed and Liz was recovering, sweat was everywhere, monitors finally quiet.

�Nova why, why are you doing this?� a nurse asked visibly shaking.

�Why? Do you think she likes getting fucking poked every time with one of you goddamn needles or shoved a new batch of pills every half hour? It doesn�t fucking work! It doesn�t help the pain and it doesn�t fix the fucking problem! No you guys just rush in here to quiet her down because its your job! Your not helping her. For four years I�ve watched this, not anymore, its your turn to suffer.� I shouted waiting for someone to do something stupid.

�You knows there�s no cure!� One of the doctors said.

�Shut the fuck up.� I walked over to Liz who was looking worse every minute.

�It�s not their fault Nova, don�t hur..� she coughed up blood but didn�t bother wiping it away.

�Listen kiddo I�m going to get you out of here and we�re going to go home. I promise.� Her hand touched my face and I knew.

�I want to be buried under the big oak tree Nova, the one where we use to climb and swing off of into the lake.� Tears fell like a waterfall as the life slowly slipped from her grasp.

�I love you Nova, I�ll always be there right beside you where I belong.� She smiled and that was it, my sister was gone��forever. I let go and felt such a rage, my blood was boiling at an all time high.

�I�m sorry Lizzy�.� I whispered before I went off and killed everyone in that room. When I was done I couldn�t see anymore white only red. By then the hospital was frantic, they heard the screams. As gentle as I could I went over and picked up Liz. I walked right down the hall and through the front doors. Everyone just watched me go with my sister, to scared that I might kill them too. They were right I would have if they would of got in my way. I had a promise to keep and nothing could stop me.

It took 2 and � hours but I finally made it to the enormous oak tree near the lake. I got a shovel from the shed and started my dig. It felt like forever but I finally done it. It took shear will power to place her in the deep hole and cover it up. From the lake I found little rocks which I placed around the grave. My knives seemed to itch so I carved Lizzy in the biggest stone I could find and laid it on top. The house was only over the hill which looked over everything, it was our home. I was exhausted and collapsed next to the tree to keep eye over my Lizzy.

I never heard them only felt the cool metal of the cuffs that were now surrounding my wrists. I was to out of it, but I knew they�d come not like I was hard to find either. It didn�t matter anymore.

I was soon taken off planet and escorted to a planet known as Klixe which would decide my fate. It was our neighboring planet, one of the many that my parents owned. I was shoved in a cell waiting for my trial which I already knew the out come to. It was all over.

Chapter 2

My father was a powerful man, one with many ideas and overwhelming greed. You could give him the world and he would expect more, just how he was. He was never a big part of my life, of ours, but still our DNA matched and he was my father. He was known as Memo Servio, not one to piss off or you bit the bullet. It wasn�t hard to figure out, you screwed with him you didn�t see the light of another day. But no one said anything, not a damn word.

He was the owner of the biggest Slams in the universe, passed down from generation. His great grandfather built the first one and it will always remain so he says. A business man at heart, the more convicts that fill his 30 or more Slams that he owns, the more money he makes. Since he�s in charge he can practically do whatever his heart desires with them, including the criminals as well. He bought several planets to put these �facilities� on them. But they were just a small step in what he really wanted to accomplish.

His ultimate dream was to build a Criminal Control Center, the C.C.C. This idea of his was the first of his kind and of course with him being so filthy rich know one asked questions, just sat back and watched the show. There would be no more criminals, was what he would always say, that was the idea but he had his own plans. Memo wanted it all, the whole universe and them some. And if he could control all his convicts that over filled his visions of hell, it would be a piece of cake. To be able to control them though, they would have to inject them with a microchip that would travel in their bloodstream, making its way to the brain and then finally lodging itself in. A central computer could work it at all times anywhere they went. Being able to control their thoughts, feelings, and actions at any time was something else. But no one knew about this, didn�t have a clue. They all thought that he was trying to make the universe a safer place. Okay right!

Supposedly what they were doing was pre programming the chip so it would balance everything out and even fill things in that were missing. It would erase their memory so they couldn�t remember the destruction that they caused. They would receive a new identity and start over never knowing what they use to be. But see in ever good thing there was always a hint of evil lurking at the surface.

But dear daddy knew I knew all about his sick little plan, how much he craved power, it was like a drug to him. Had to have his fix every so often. I always wondered what he did in his huge office late at night. Usually it was always locked and no one stepped inside unless you were invited. I�ve only been inside once and that was the time I found out everything.

He was running late for one of his talks about the new project, when he shut the door but never locked it. I�ve been waiting for years to see what was hidden behind the door and finally had the chance to find out. But not I don�t know if it was the smartest move. As careful as I could I slipped in watching where I stepped and what I was doing. Making my way over to the desk, I noticed papers scattered everywhere and many in the trash. I flicked through some of them on the desk but none were really important and that�s when I sank in the plush chair trying to open the drawers. Course they were locked and I had no idea where the key was, probably had it with him. Drawing the knife from one of my hidden pockets I was able to pick it and all that greeted me was a vanilla folder marked PROJECT C.C.C. in big bold letters. Photos were first, mostly of a wooded area, where the building was going to be built. Next was all the information, took me hours to read but when I was finished I came to one conclusion my father was a bastard.

It wasn�t until weeks later that I found out he knew out my little expedition. I just got in from the hospital one night running home to grab more clothes and to take a quick shower. It was late and I was exhausted but I had to hurry I didn�t like leaving Liz alone especially at night. When I was coming back down the stairs ready to head back I noticed him sitting in the living room drinking his scotch.

�You know Nova, I have killed people for less. Lucky you�re my flesh and blood.� He slurred watching me like a hawk. He knew but how? I was so careful or so I thought.

�Lock gave you away, would of got away with it if you would of found the key.� He pulled it from his pocket dangling it in the air.

�But then again there are worse things then death.� I shiver at his words and he laughed at my discomfort.

�I�m sorry.� I whispered not knowing what else to say before turning to leave.

�You will be sweetheart.� That�s when I knew, he would screw me any chance he could. And now, hell now I practically handed it to him on a silver fucking platter.

I�m not sure how long I was in the holding cell could have been weeks, could have been months. Because my parents had money, my trial was fairly quick I didn�t have to wait years like a lot of other criminals. It was hard to say, I was a criminal, scum of the earth, hated by anyone who laid eyes on me.

In a bright orange jumpsuit, hand and ankle cuffs I was led into the room full of people awaiting my sentence, wanting me to rot for my behavior a short while ago. I saw my parents first, they were sitting in the front row dressed as if they were going to a cocktail party. My mother�s eyes were filled with sorrow but she chose him over me, over Liz, so she was just as evil. My father on the other hand was looking dead at me giving me his famous I - got - you smile, eerie almost. They didn�t even provide me with a lawyer, no the court did. Gave me one from the bottom of the barrel. Didn�t matter wasn�t going to win anyway. The jury was next, some held compassion in their faces but I saw most had already made their decision. I recognized some of the doctors and nurses families sitting in the stands, some were crying others were trying not to come over and strangle me. I just might of let them do it. But the strange thing was I didn�t feel guilty after all this time, I still felt I did what I had to. The person I saw next I did not expect. My boyfriend, Lewis of three and a half years, sat in the back shaking his head. We got together right after my sister got sick and he�s been my rock through all this. I was really going to miss him. Before I sat down I glanced at him one more time and he mouthed the words �I love you.� Smiling, I knew I could get through this.

The trial went pretty fast much to my like. I sat there gazing out the window letting my mind wander back to when I was happy, when Lizzy was still alive. It all seems like yesterday, now all I have is the memories to keep me company well and the animalistic rage that was slowly building up inside me. Bastard was smiling as one of the nurses from the hospital told everyone what she heard and saw. The facts were laid out, I didn�t deny or accept any of the just sat there like I was dead. And in reality a part of me was there was no point in fighting anymore. This raged on for a week before the decision was finally made. My lawyer tried to get me off as temporally insane but it was no good, the jury didn�t buy it. I don�t think anyone in the room did, except maybe Lewis.

�We the jury, find Nova Servio as guilty of all seven accounts of murder.� That brought me out of my trance seven? I only killed six, oh know not�.

�What?!� I shouted, �I only killed six, whose the seventh?� This was the only time I spoke during the whole goddamn thing.

�Miss Servio, you are sentenced to five consecutive life sentences at Uland Maximu, a Slam for all kinds of scum.� I heard of that place, hell I should have my father owned it. Damn he probably bought the judge, jury too. Should of known.

�Whose the seventh?� I yelled not caring about my sentence, what was the point? I looked around at all the happy faces, I was being put away. Lewis was behind me when I turned around in my chains.

�Lewis, whose the seventh? Please tell me.� I pleaded my lawyer walking away.

�Liz, Nova you killed your own sister.� His face fell and I lost it, completely.

�What?!?! I didn�t kill her Lewis, I didn�t kill her!� I screamed as the guards came to restrain me. I struggled hard screaming the whole time that I didn�t do it. No one believed me, no one cared. Took three of them to bring me down and shoot something in my arm. A haze fell over my eyes and everything around me was slowly becoming blurry. Memo stood feet away with a glare in his cold calculating eyes. He bent down to my level just staring at me.

�I told you.� Was all he said and that ripped through me all I saw was red. I lunged as hard as I could for all I was worth. I landed on top of him trying to choke him with his silk tie. The guards pulled me off before I finished the job and started dragging me away.

�I�ll come for you.� I yelled before the drug finally hit me and I was out.

Chapter 3

I awoke some five days later unchained in a cell but still in my orange jump suit. At first I thought it was all a dream but then I rolled over and hit the firm concrete floor. Realization finally set in and this was it. I was in daddy�s Slam, never though I�d be here. Rolling over I didn�t bother to get up still a little tipsy from whatever the hell they gave me. There wasn�t anyone else in the cage with me which I found odd. Slams were too full to not put two or even four in a cell. Something was up.

The cold was finally getting to me when I heard heavy footsteps headed my way. I tried to figure out how many but I didn�t have to cause soon they were standing in front of me. Two guards both heavy set and had large grins on their faces.

�Ahh Nova what a surprise. You�re a special guest here, need to make sure you know that.�

They unlocked it and stepped in, the one pulling me off the floor and onto the sorry excuse for a bed. The other was between my legs, his slimy hands roaming my body. I didn�t move just laid there looking uninterested and rather sleepy. I wasn�t going to fight them, couldn�t over power them, just kept telling myself nothing mattered anymore. The bigger one climbed on top of me pawing my breasts trying to get me out of my jumpsuit.

�Yo Rob, Earl! We have a problem in the mess hall, Riddick shived three guys.� Another guard came running in out of breath.

�Shit! Again?� He got off me and fixed his clothes. All three of them left heading for the mess hall.

�I�ll see you later princess.� The huge one grumbled before taking off. I didn�t move my mind still trying to get out of the fog and deal with this situation. This was all new to me, I didn�t know how to fight or protect myself. Never had to before, sure I could throw a good punch here and there but that was it. My knives came easily to me and learned quick how to slice and poke. But this was all new.

About a couple hours later, a new batch of guards came in and moved me to a new cage, this one had people in it. I was shoved in and I saw a pair of glowing eyes looking back at me. First time I ever saw that. I heard the stories but seeing and hearing were two different things. Sitting on the bed, I watched the guy watching me. He was older, had a beard white as snow. He watched me a while longer before he sank back down on his cot and I did the same. It wasn�t until later that he spoke to me.

�What are you in for?� He started the familiar conversation seen in movies.

�Murder, you?�

�Same. Aren�t you a little young to be killing people?� He sat up lighting a smoke.

�Aren�t you a little old to be smoking?� I shot back, he laughed.

�I�ve got nothing to lose.�

�Neither do I. Where�d you get them anyway?�

�Been here a long time, know the right people you can get anything.�

�What�s your name?�

�John.� He exhaled, smoke made its way around the tiny space.

�I�m N�..�

�I know who you are, probably everyone in this place does. You�re the owner�s kid eh? They won�t like that at all, watch your self out there. Lifespan for a woman here is a week.� John put his smoke out and laid down falling instantly asleep, leaving me to my fears. What now? The thing of it was I couldn�t even kill myself if I wanted to, I had nothing to do it with. Shit! It was only a matter of time now, just time before I would join my Liz.

I slept through the night surprisingly only waking a couple times because of the damn springs poking me in the side. I couldn�t tell if it was morning or not when I woke, there were no windows, no light except for the dim hanging ones in the hall. Only bare steel and stone to look at, the brightest thing in the place was the goddamn jumpsuit. John was already awake taking a drag of his smoke that he seemed to love so much. Shortly after that did the door swing open.

At first I thought it was the two guards from the previous day but these guys were new, at least to me.

�Let�s go breakfast time!� The guard yelled and moved on to the next cell. Stretching, I waited for John to get up and walk out before I hesitantly followed. He led me to the mess hall where orange was all you saw. Reminded me of the ocean, not like I would ever see it again. Probably won�t even remember it in a couple years. I huffed heading for the long line. Trying to not make eye contact, I kept my head down and started at the wall closest to me for what seemed like forever.

Eventually, I got my slop and found the end of a deserted table to sit at. I stuck out like a sore thumb but I couldn�t sit anywhere else. Of course John was no where to be seen. After about 10 minutes playing with my slop I heard the familiar sound of chains rustling. Everything stopped when I looked up, or at least that�s what it felt like, everyone was looking towards the doorway. A massive body filled it completely and had everyone�s full attention. When the chains were removed he stretched, you could hear the popping sounds and cracks that bounced off the walls. He made his way to the front of the line and no one protested. Grabbing his tray he sat alone at a table a couple away from mine. And I was able to get a better look at him. The guy was huge, biggest I�ve ever seen. He was solid, maybe 225 and bout 6�2. His head was shaved clean and goggles covered his eyes, skin a warm carmel color. Another thing I noticed was he was dressed in all black, not an orange jumpsuit. He looked dangerous and scary as hell from where I was sitting. All of a sudden his expression changed and it looked like he was sniffing the air trying to catch the scent of something. His head turned towards me and he learned back a little licking his lips. My eyes fell and I pushed my tray away not wanting to eat or slurp whatever was on it. My mind went into overdrive, he could smell me? How long before everyone else notices?

Chapter 4

Wasn�t long, not at all. The first couple days I was able to get away with it but soon word got around and a whole pile of shit came my way.

It was after breakfast, one morning when we were all let out into the �play area� no guards came in, only convicts. So it gave them, us time to do all the things we wouldn�t be able to. Many people didn�t make it back to their cells after them hour sessions, nope they were to busy bleeding to death. This was the time when you went to talk to the people who had connections or where you worked out your frustrations and pent up energy.

I was doing neither of those things, instead I was sitting in the dirt looking out of the electrical fence wondering if I could get out. What would it matter if I did? Where the hell would I go? But if I ever did get the chance I would take it only to pay a visit�..

�Hey sweet thing, look awful cold over there. Why don�t you come over here and warm your little ass up?� Someone said from behind me, I heard his goons laugh seconds later. I didn�t move, didn�t answer, didn�t do shit and for that I saw Him watching me intently.

�You deaf baby? Or are you just shy? We could fix that.� The leader called walking over with his bitches. Heard some of them whispering.

�You know who that is?� One asked feet from me.

�Am I suppose to? Just some bitch.� The guy who first called to me answered.

�Nova Servio, owners daughter. Killed seven people including her sister, wiped half the hospital in just a half hour.� It didn�t surprise me, as stories got passed around people messed with the facts. But the thing that really ate me up that really got me was everyone thought I killed Lizzy. They finally reached me all now knowing my story of how I ended up in this shit hole.

�Quite the killer huh baby? And you�re the owner�s daughter to top it all off. Can�t get much better.� He snorted grabbing the back of my neck, pulling me off the ground to face him. He was a big guy, muscles laced his skin, skin a dark chocolate color, eyes pitch black and about five inches taller than I was. I stared at him waiting for his next move. Like I anticipated his hands went right for my breasts then down to my ass where he sank his fingers in painfully.

�Don�t look like a killer.� He paused slamming me up against him, � I didn�t think this could get any better, but you surprised me again by not fighting me. Smart move. You give me what I want and my boys here and we�ll think about looking out for you. If you can handle us all.� They all snickered at that, damn their were five. I let go as he picked me up and put me against one of the metal posts all around the yard. Pit bull here yanked the zipper down his jumpsuit and then started on mine soon after, though he didn�t get as far as he would have liked. A blade came out of thin air and took three of his fingers off making him rethink his decision.

�Fuck!� He swore pulling his hand away looking to see who it was. His face fell when he turned around and I slumped to the ground hard watching the scene before me. It was the guy whose been watching me ever since I first got here, the one from the mess hall. I saw him take the beautifully crafted blade and tap it against pit bull�s package.

�Shit Riddick I didn�t know she was yours.� He said backing off, his boys following him with their tails between their legs. Riddick, so that was his name. He wiped the blood on his pant leg then slid the blade back to where it awaited its next victim. Sitting there covered in dirt and blood, my hands began to tremble at what almost happened and that I didn�t even put up a fight. That wasn�t me, what was I doing? But then the little voice in the back of my head spoke up and drown out all my other thoughts and I was back on track.

Riddick�s gaze turned on me shortly after. His eyes roamed my body, his tongue licked his bottom lip again probably didn�t even know he was doing it. I guess he liked what he saw. Well one was better than five, the little voice told me and I had to agree it was.

�Ain�t much of a fighter.� He commented locking his goggled eyes on mine.

�Nothing worth fighting for.� I told him and stood up not bothering to brush the dirt off.

�There always is, you just gave up.� His voice had a slight growl to it but I walked away heading back inside, I�ve had enough for the day.

Well I did it, proved them all wrong. I�ve made it more than a week in this hell hole, was actually going on a month. And strangely enough the only thing that kept me alive this long was everyone thought I was Riddick�s bitch. HA! Bunch of shit but hey I wasn�t complaining let them think what they want, will anyway. But things were bound to crumble sooner or later.

John even opened up a little more, sat with me at meal time even hung out with me in the play yard. He was an old fellow but he�s been around the block a couple times and explained to me the best way to go. Told me a lot about the convicts who ran the place, who to watch out for and who to step on. Told me a lot about Riddick, he went under the do not fuck with list. Said that�s the only reason I�m still here cause everyone thought I was his, I was marked untouchable even the guards took the warning. John said that Riddick was born a killer and a ruthless one at that. He wouldn�t hesitate to kill anyone, said he didn�t have a soul. I disagreed but hey that was my opinion.

Days later something was terribly wrong. Throwing up was all I could do, woke me up and won�t let me leave the little pot by my feet. I felt lightheaded and sick, my stomach was going nuts like it had a mind of its own. It finally stopped right before I had to get up and go to the mess hall for breakfast. My head felt like it was up in the clouds, feet barely touching the ground, my whole body upside down. It was a horrible feeling to say the least. A tray of food was forced my way and it didn�t look appealing at all. Sure it never did but today it was looking very disgusting. John and a few others were already in their normal everyday spots when I returned sitting down trying to stay awake. John looked concerned but I brushed him off and just listened to their conversation. Well I tried anyway. My interest was soon lost when I noticed Riddick staring dead at me. His features were hard, rigid, forced almost. He was trying to catch my scent and when he did his jaw clamped even tighter. There was an odd feeling in the air and he was on high alert. Something was off and he knew it just couldn�t figure it out. He stood to his full height making his way over when something out of the corner of my eye grabbed my attention. A guard was standing awfully close to the exit equipped with what looked to be a tranquilizer gun. He fired it and the dart sunk right into Riddick�s chest but he barely noticed and still came at me. Three more were fired until he fell and that�s when I saw the guys I met a month ago coming through the doorway. All had smiles and were heading right at me. One patted the guard on the back, they paid them off somehow and now that Riddick was immobilized I was an easy target. My stomach hurled again and I threw up what little was left. I fell to my knees trying to reach Riddick who was still awake just couldn�t move. Saw the pure rage in his eyes, the naked fury in them. That was the first time I ever saw his icy pools and I thought they were stunning. Pit bull drug me up by my hair with his other hand, not the one Riddick almost severed.

�We meet again Nova. Pretty name, daddy must have been proud.� His tongue slid down my neck purposely in front of him. I couldn�t even stand up straight, hurt to much.

�Say goodbye Riddick, she won�t be looking this hot by the time we�re done with her.� His goons grinned and I was finally afraid. I saw Riddick trying to get control of his body but it was no use there was probably enough drugs in him to knock out an elephant. Four guards approached him, the biggest one giving him a few kicks to the head and then they drug him out of there unconscious. Me, well I was pulled in the other direction wishing I would pass out before anything began.

The first empty cell they seen I was pulled into. I was able to slip from the one who was holding me and run but I fell from the sever pain that was shooting through my whole body.

�Where ya going baby? You were so willingly last time. Riddick turn you into an animal? Not your fault he has a talent for that.� He picked me up like I was nothing and brought me back to the hungry vultures that awaited. They wanted me to strip for them but I hurt so bad that I couldn�t keep my balance. One after another they took turns beating me. I hurled on Pit Bull and he hit me so hard I�m sure he broke his knuckles. But that was only the beginning. After they took turns laying into me they took turns having their way with me. I didn�t wait for them to start. Sitting up on the cot, I threw my head back as hard as I could. My eyes fluttered and everything vanished.

Chapter 5

The first thing I felt when I awoke was the splitting headache and the intense pain between my legs. I tired to touch the back of it when I realized I couldn�t move my arm and I opened my eyes. They wandered the room trying to place where I was. I�ve never been here before, looked like an infirmary of some sort. I was on a long, thick, metal table with my hands and legs tied down. I was the only one on the tiny room, it was maybe a little bit bigger than my cell but not by much. Worse of it was my entire body felt like it was on fire, I breathed to hard it hurt, turned my head to quick it hurt, then I remembered why I was here in the first place. I shuddered wondering what I must of looked like.

One of the doctors came in right after I woke up with a chart it looked like. He was maybe 45, already showing signs of getting old. Face held many wrinkles, eyes told of many hardships but his overall demeanor seemed friendly.

�I�m glad to see you�ve finally woke up Ms. Servio��

�Why am I chained up?!�

�You�ve suffered sever trauma, you were thrashing around violently when we brought you in we had to restrain you I�m sorry.� It was a little late for apologies.

�What�s the damage?�

�A concussion to the back of the head, couple cracked ribs on both sides, deep lacerations in the thigh and back, multiple bruises and cuts�.� He went on and on telling me all the shit I felt.

�How long have I been out?�

�Eight days, we kept you under so your body could heal a little.� He explained but there was something else in his eyes that was bugging me.

�What Doc?� I asked not liking his look.

�Ms. Servio were you sexually active before you were sent here?�

�Yes. Why what are you not telling me?� I demanded starting to flip out.

�You were pregnant, Ms. Servio with a son, three months. Due to the trauma you�ve endured I�m sorry but I�m afraid you�ve lost him.� Lewis, oh god I had no idea. We only made love once, I never thought�. I lost my baby, my little boy.

�NO!!� I screamed thrashing around as the tears sprung instantly to my eyes. �Where is he I wanna see him?! Give him to me!!� The animalistic rage was returning could feel my blood boil, they were all going to die.

�I�m sorry but he was disposed of a couple days ago.� He looked sorry for me when he gave me a shot of something.

�Disposed? What!? Let me see�.�

My eyes got heavy but I continued to fight for all I was worth but it was no use the drug took effect and I was gone again.

I was in there a month and a half until I was completely healed, physically that is not mentally. I don�t think I�ll ever be healed mentally, not with my sister and son gone, nah I was insane and a whole hell of a lot of people were going to die within the coming days. Could taste it, my inner demon was back. Felt the same way in the hospital when I saw my Liz die, now my son. Yea by the time I was done I�d have the Grim Reaper beat.

The doctor felt for me in a way of his, not letting the guards take me after only a day. So in a way he kept me safe until I could get back up to speed and plan my revenge and plan I did. There was a long list of people and my smile grew wider as I thought about how I would de mantle them. My heart still ached though, something that will always ache. I would lay awake at night wondering how Lewis Jr. would have looked. Wondered what his first word would have been or what his favorite toy might have been. But then I was in prison, he would of never of survived but I knew I would of found a way out before then. If only I knew damn it!

�Time to go Nova.� He called softly from outside the door. Finally got him to call me by my first name. I sighed getting up and pulling on my now baggy suit, he shut the door giving me some privacy and that�s when I went to work. Sliding my hand under the metal table I got the key that would open the closet door, where all the goodies were. Didn�t take me long to grab what I needed. There were all kinds of surgical knives, plenty of needles and poisons to fill them, even a small pistol sitting way back on the shelf. I threw everything in my suit knowing no one would ever notice. It was to big and the guards were to stupid.

Luckily for me it was dinner time and I was escorted to the mess hall. I didn�t bother with the line instead went straight over to my table. John was still there with a couple familiar faces, he looked surprised to see me. I think he was more surprised that I was alive. I saw that Riddick wasn�t at his spot and no where to be seen.

�Where is he?�

�Solitary in the west wing.�

�What for?�

�Killed the four guards that shot him. Went after the gang that took you but he only killed two of them before he was locked up. Been down there three weeks, suppose to make you crazy but I think he already is.� He informed me and I nodded knowing Pit Bull was first up. Pulling my knives I found him in a matter of seconds laughing his ass off at something. When he saw me he had a look of shock on his face.

�Ahh baby back for more?� Using both hands I shoved the 8 inch surgical knives into his stomach making sure they went all the in up to the hilt. He screams would of made you go deaf but I was to zoned out to pay attention to them. Twisting them he cried out more and everyone went nuts. Slamming my heel down on to his nuts he fell from the chair landing face down pushing the knives in further.

�That�s for killing my son, asshole!� I brought his head up and then it met my knee, breaking his nose. I was satisfied he was going to die a painful death. The guards were coming at me when I pulled my pistol taking out two of them. Leaving me with two more. They shot at me but I returned fire nailing one between the eyes and the other in the chest. I was still missing two guys. Ahh I saw them the last second heading for the door. I went out the other one and caught up with them. They both stood as if they were going to fight me but when I blew out their knee caps they thought otherwise. I took one of the needles out and filled it with Searing liquid, eats away your insides. You practically rot from the inside out, yea that would work. Injecting it in both guys I practiced on my fighting skills and they were my punching bag. I saw the warden all too late heading down the dimly lit hallway yelling at the guards to retain me. Shooting was all I could do, I took three out and got a shot off at the warden but only managed to hit him in the leg. My breathing was erratic, adrenaline out of control, my temper in a rage, they killed my son! They were all guilty, all deserved to die.

It all seemed to be happening in slow motion as they took me down, I kept shooting until they slammed my hand on the grated floor. I took six out and wounded the warden, so close. They hauled me up taking me to a part of the Slam I never saw before. Never once did my murderous glint leave my eyes, nor did my evil smirk. I wanted them to know that they were next.
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