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The Chronicles of Riddick: Blood Rage	By : Iapis Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 2624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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So. This is where I would end up at. And what had I done? For all of humanity’s memory, I had done nothing except perhaps kill men who tries anything on me, or on a child. But I know why I’ve ended up here like some convict.

Because I could potentially become the most dangerous being in this universe... Even more-so than Riddick, they claim. Well, I could...

But I prefer the calmer side of my animal nature.

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----I don’t own anything of the Riddick Chronicles, characters or plotline wise. The only characters I do own are those of my own creation. But I cannot make any profit for the making of this story. Thank you for reading this disclaimer.----

Traveling in a leisure cruiser certainly hadn’t seem harmless. But when it’s full of well-renowned mercenaries, it certainly wasn’t so much of a cruise for one unfortunate being.

A strange-looking female walked onto the ship that was heading to a destination called Helion Prime. She had been wanting to leave the planet Guile, a planet with a race of large-brained humans. The only ones able to live and/or visit this planet had to have the intelligence of 150 I.Q., if not more. Though while they were with high intelligence, it doesn’t mean they’re the most well-respected. Many meetings of these beings had usually resulted with a fight, and perhaps death.

The girl sighed lightly as she took to a seat in the back, where her wings could rest comfortably and without another being to sit next to her. She had seen many people turn their heads to watch her walk by. It was doubtful that they had ever seen a human with wings before, nor a horn and a strange-looking tail. Though she couldn’t blame them; she had yet to see another like her. But she had seem strange gleams in some of the other passengers, though when she glanced at them in question, they quickly turned away.

‘I best watch them,’ she thought to herself lightly, her face remaining blank of surprise or suspicion.

A woman approached the winged girl, looking unperturbed at the appearance, though the girl wasn’t fooled by the mask the flight attendant was wearing. Her hands were frozen to her side when she approached, showing her surprise and wonder. At least she tried.

“Anything I can get you, miss...” The woman looked down at her wrist, the digital words showing the names of passengers. “Miss Laxzi? Rosalia Laxzi, correct?” Rosalia, or Rose for short, merely nodded in acceptance of her name. “I’m Kate, one of the few to serve you and the other passengers on this short flight. Do you need anything?”

“...A glass of water would be appreciated,” Rose finally answered, opening her eyes fully to look up at the girl. Nothing much was too unusual for her brown eyes, though at the edge of her colored eyes were silver, glowing ever-slightly. Though otherwise, they remain to be ordinary by appearance.
“I’ll have it here momentarily,” Kate said before she turned on her heels and walked away. Rose smirked lightly at the hasty retreat. She hadn’t done anything nor even seemed threatening, yet her unusual appearance was doing the job for her. Quite odd, considering most people regards the people with white angel-like wings as, well, angels.

‘She must be an atheist,’ she thought with a light chuckle under her breath. She closed her eyes again and opened to her other senses. She could hear the other passengers’ conversations as though she was sitting right next to them. Quite a bit of the talk was of one subject - the collapse of the Necromongels, and the disappearance of the latest ruler of the dominating race; Richard B. Riddick. ‘Now why would anyone would drop the power of such a race and abandon the throne?’ Rose thought to herself. She may never had an ambition of taking control of anything, but to many other people, she knew their nature would be to claim anything of such a thing. Such as a throne, for one. It had been five years since the Necromongels stopped their invasion and forced-convert on every planet they come across. Rosalia heard from the Elemental race of how it was changed around, since she was on their planet at the time. Riddick took to a guard disguise and found his way into the throne room where he battled and killed the Lord Marshal. A different kind of being, these Necromongers. The Lord Marshal was said to have visited the place called the UnderVerse, and came back as a stronger, and stranger, being, half alive and half something else entirely. And the moto they have... You keep what you kill...

Entirely weird faith to believe in...

To Rose, it sounded like a bunch of bullshit of a so-called power. This Lord Marshal may have gained the power to scare the shit out of people, but she doubted he gained it by dying and then revived with it. She could be wrong, but it was still something that only the insane would believe.

“-and they say that he can see you approach in the dark and slash your throat! It’s why he wears those goggles,” some kid said to another. He was scaring his poor sister with the saying of what this Riddick could do. Riddick, Riddick, Riddick... it’s all Rose ever hears from people when she traveled planet to planet. She had been looking for her source of origin for years, of where she was born before she was sent away as a young child. She doesn’t even remember what her planet looked like, she only knew of it through the writings on her escape capsule.

What were her people like? Had they looked like her at all? Did they have wings like she had, or the horn and tail? And what about these abilities she had, that seemed supernatural to others? So many questions that had ran through her mind for many, many years... And never were they answered.

Some hours had passed since she had boarded the ship. That Kate person had brought her a glass of water, Goddess bless her soul. Though the water was questionable to her nose. Probably the quality of it, always filtered time after time. Filtered water only takes its taste so far. It loses the good taste. A puddle water in mud had better taste. Probably had better minerals and vitamins, too.

“So, pretty thing, you have someplace to be on Helion Prime?” a Merc said as he approached the girl and sat in a seat in front of her, his face towards her with a sneer. Rosalia could tell it was trouble, as usual for her. She always seemed to draw it to her, no matter where she was or how she disguised herself. So she opened an eye at the man, not surprised of a leering man being her trouble.

“The only place I have to be is my own business,” she said quietly, but not in a shy or unsure way. She hated men, but she especially hated the pig-headed and disgusting ones the most.

“Your business, huh?” The Merc leaned forward and took a strand of her long, brown hair and twirled it around tightly, pulling it tautly to him. Rose never moved when he tugged it, and the few strands he had was pulled out of her scalp. Many, many females would cry out in pain, or just defiance, but she wasn’t bothered by the pulled-out hair itself. It was that it was a man who dared to touch her, regardless of it being hair or not. “Could I make it my business?”

A crack later, and the man pulled away with a cry. The finger he used to pull a few strands of hair out of her scalp was broken backwards, and he never saw it coming. Should have known better, especially with a strange female he didn’t know.

“Get in my way, and you’ll have to pay,” she said softly with a unmistakable smirk on her face.

“Bitch!”

“Uh-uh-uh,” Rosalia said as her fingertips met his throat. But the nails were unmistakably sharp, like claws of a cat. They pierce into the skin, droplets of blood dripping very slowly. “There are children on board. Watch your mouth... before I have to permanently do it for you.” She had moved close to his face as she said this, both eyes open and fixated on his face. “Have you gotten the message, mercenary? Now go back to your seat and stay quiet.”

Oh, how a man could whimper and move away as fast as he could. Rose often wondered how they had been the supposed dominant gender of a species, when they had never been through the pain of a woman, to give birth to their children and to support the men, even if their opinion was very wrong. Hmph, how the mighty falls indeed.

Wiping the blood from her hands, Rose turned her face to glance at the other passengers. Some were looking at her with a strange look, others fearfully or respectfully. Those of respect were the other women onboard. She nodded to them before turning back to the window to the outside space, popping a piece of gum into her mouth and chewing vigorously. Many people would smoke, drink alcohol, or perhaps hype up on some sort of drug. To deal with her stress, or stop a strong urge to taste blood, she chewed gum. And she usually went through ten packs in a single week.

It remained uneventful afterwards as the shuttle finally approached the planet, Rosalia looking onto a world that hadn’t recovered from the attack of the Necromongers fully yet. A world of many religions, even more than there had on the original planet the humans were from - Earth. Helion Prime was hopefully better to be on than on Guile.

Hopefully, anyway.

The shuttle landed slowly and very loudly, the windows and the seats rattling recklessly. Many passengers looked sick, though Rose had dealt with worse, so she wouldn’t be bothered by a little shaking. When the passengers were allowed out of their seats and leave the shuttle, the first one to leave was the Merc from earlier. Rosalia smirked as she waited for everyone else to leave before she did as well, her backpack on her back and well-secured.

The air tasted like the planet was still at war. The scent of people filled her senses, as well as the sounds of them and other activities with machines. People were talking loudly, or begging, or arguing, making her ears ring.

She was on the planet for only three seconds and she already had a headache.

Taking to a secluded place in the shuttle landing building, she pulled out her cloak and wrapped it around her. Now she only looked like a person, her wings tucked and wrapped around her waist to flatten out her back, her tail wrapped around her waist to look like a belt around her feathery decoration, and her horn hidden under the hood of the cloak at a careful angle. Now she wasn’t such a sore thumb in the crowd.

She waited until the building were clear of all the passengers she rode with before leaving as well, now just blending in with the people of Helion Prime. Rose remembered the first time she had visited here; it was with her foster parents, Arym and Dane Laxzi, visiting Helion Prime for some religious reason. Rose was only five then, and her wings were very easy to hide, while her horn was a mere stub on her forehead back then.

Able to find a store of military needs, she entered it after glancing around. Just in case that same Merc was around. The store had supplies for guns, blades, and other needs. Perfect, considering that she had been low on supplies. Guile wasn’t much of a planet to fulfill the needs of a combatant person.

“‘Ello love. What can I do fer ya?” the person behind the counter said in a friendly matter, turning around from what he was doing to look at the cloaked girl. British accent, she could tell.

Rose flipped the hood off, so that she could see more clearly. Obviously, the man was taken aback at her appearance, but he recovered quickly enough to show curiosity and interest. “I am in need of a blade sharpener, as well as ammunition for Nighthawk Vickers pistol and H&K Hits One Out 9mm.” When she listed the guns, she pulled them out and put them on the counter. The man leaned over to look at the guns, quite interested in them. “I also need a few cartons.”

“Cartons? What kind of brand of cigarettes are you lookin’ for?” the man asked as he turned around to the large selection of smokes.

“Not cigarettes... Gum.” At that, the man turned his head to give her a look of absolute disbelief. “To be specific, Trident spearmint if you have any.”

“Ai, I got that brand of gum... let me get your supplies.”

Boxes of ammunition for the guns were piled on the counter, as well as a blade sharpener set. The only thing the man was having a tough time doing was finding that gum.

“So tell me love, what brings you to Helion Prime?” the man asked loudly from the back room.

“Visiting in most part, though I was in need of supplies. Guile just doesn’t cut out with the goods,” she relied in a bored tone while she looked at the collection of blades.

“Ah yes. I can see your point there.” The man finally returned with five boxes of the gum she wanted. “This is quite an ancient brand of gum, love, considering that it’s only produced on Earth.”

“I know,” Rosalia said as she pulled a specific blade from the collection and gave it a quick slash, turning it in her palm to determine its balance. It had a silver handle, the blade black like the night sky and curved into a shape of a crescent moon. “This is quite a blade.”

“And no other like it,” the man said proudly. “It was made by a good friend o’ mine, crafts quite unique blades and weapons.”

“Unique weapons makes unique skills in battle,” she said thoughtfully as she studied the blade further. “I’ll buy this blade, if that’s alright.”

“Not at all!” The man was pleased to have his goods bought, and Rose paid for everything easily enough. She had the money from an easy hunt of a convict that was just begging to be taken. “Thank you kindly for your business here, ma’am,” he said happily as he stored the money into his safe. Rose merely gave a nod before flipping her hood back over her head once her supplies were packed. She left in satisfaction, her black boots making no sound on the ground. Though she instantly felt she had eyes on her, in which made her cautious once more.

Rosalia stopped before the grounds of those buried there, those that had died from the Necromongers’ attack those years ago. She instantly found a name of a friend, in which she was saddened for. She may have been only five, but the person called Maltriz was a good friend nonetheless. She helped her parents learn what they could about a place on Earth, an ancient ruins of the Old World.

Then another name popped out at her, and she blinked a little bit. Imam. She remembered him, as well. She had stayed with the man with his sons and wife for a full year to learn of other worlds. He was a gentle man, even though he was a holy man by nature.

‘Who would have thought it would be his end...’ Rose thought to herself as she shook her head a little. She turned from the grave markers, not wanting to see if any other names would pop out at her.

Her eyes widen slightly from a scent that filled her nose. Someone was around the graves, and he was hiding, watching her. Rose sighed silently as she relaxed a little. There was no need to be defensive yet.

“So you know, it is hard to sneak up on someone such as myself. If you were hoping to succeed in surprising me from behind, you’re sadly mistaken. You’re only testing my patience,” she said outloud while she walked away from the graves. The person apparently didn’t take her word for it. He merely followed from a long distance, silent as ever.

Coming across the house that Imam lived in, Rosalia stopped in front of the building. It was still in repairs, some boarded up until it was ready to be fixed. It looked live-in. Imam’s wife must still live here, or at least Rose hoped so. Lijjin had been kind to the strange-looking girl when Rose had been here for a year or so. Were any of their sons still alive? And would they even remember her? With a shrug, Rose walked forward and knocked. A minute later, and a young girl answered the door.

“Yes?” she said with a inquiring tone, looking up at Rose. She must be about ten years old by this point.

“Would Lijjin be around?” Rose asked the girl.

“Yeah, my mother is inside,” the girl said with a smile. Rosalia blinked, but then smiled lightly back. This must have been Imam’s last child. With a gesture, the girl led Rose inside and to the room that wasn’t quite destroyed like it was for some other rooms. “Mom, someone is here to see you.”

“Who is it?” Lijjin asked as she sat up from her writing to look over her shoulder. Rosalia smiled as she pulled her hood off from her head.

“Why, I’m just your friendly alien coming for a visit,” she said lightly. Lijjin’s eyes widened, then showed a smile as she stood up from the chair.

“How you’ve grown, Rosalia!” The woman went over and hugged Rose, who didn’t hug back but didn’t pull away either. She wasn’t much of a person to show or give affection back. “Ziza, this is Rosalia, a child of two of our friends. She had stayed with us many years ago.”

“Wow, you do have a horn!” Ziza said in delight, Rose blinking from the tone. Lijjin must have told her daughter stories of her. “Do you have wings, too?” Rosalia nodded lightly as her wings unwrapped from around her body, pushing the cloak out to an extreme until it merely rested between her outstretched wings. Ziza instantly went over to pet the feathers, something Rose wasn’t surprised of. Ah, to be a child again.

“Excuse the mess, we’re still...”

“Trying to recover. I know, you do not have to tell me,” Rose said with understanding. She looked around, and she could tell it had only been Lijjin and her daughter that had been here for years. The scent of Lijjin’s sons were almost non-existent. She knew that it would be a painful subject to even ask where were Hammond and the other two sons. “Considering all that had happened, it would be a miracle to finish your house. You’ve been helping others with their homes, haven’t you?” she said. Lijjin nodded curtly while she turned to the desk and poured tea for herself.

“We must help the less-fortunate before ourselves.” Rose smiled a little again. Even though her husband was dead, she was still thinking like a holy man’s wife.

“I had always admired that of you and your family.” Rosalia closed her eyes with another silent sigh.

“So why the visit, young Rose?” Lijjin asked, recovering her cheerful mood and smiling, even though it was half-way heartedly made.

“I wanted to see familiar faces before I go off traveling again,” Rose said lightly as she walked to the window of the second floor, looking down at the busy streets.

“So you’re still searching.” Rose nodded silently without having to look at the woman. “The truth of your people could still be out there, yes, but there could also the possibility of it not being there, either.”

“I know that.” Rosalia’s eyes silvered for a mere few seconds in her annoyance at the suggestion. She already knew that for years now, she hadn’t needed to be reminded of it. But her annoyance faded just as fast as it came, her eyes returning to its calmer state of brown with silver feathered along the edges. “But I have to try anyway. I will not stop until I at least find my planet, whether it be dead or not.”

“Then perhaps you should take this,” Ziza said after a minute of silence, making Rose turn to look at the young girl. In her hands was a necklace, the pendent shaped like a large tooth and engraved with gold encasing. Rose recognized it as the same pendent as Imam’s.

“Ziza, it’s your fathers. I can’t take it,” Rose said quietly while her eyes widen at the suggestion of taking such a prized possession.

“No, take it as a wish from me, so that you can find your home.” Ziza pressed it into the winged-girl’s hands, curling the gloved fingers over the gold and silver amulet. “Just take good care of it.”

“......I will, Ziza. Thank you.” Rosalia looked at Lijjin, who nodded with a small smile.

Rosalia may trust very few, but she was glad to have her confidence in this family, glad to have trust with at least these people.

When she left the household, Rose felt as calm as ever, though she was pleased to have visited her parent’s family friend. She could sense the presence had left, the one from the graves, which made her even more pleased. Returning to the grave markers, Rose stood in front of Maltriz and Imam’s graves. Rose slipped the golden chain of the amulet around her neck. It felt strange against her skin, though it had a calming aura to it instead of a dark one.

But a different aura was filled from a blade pressing against the back of her throat, making her stay still. Had the man from before been merely waiting for her to let her guard down? But no, this man’s aura was different from the one before. It was one that was familiar, and then she remembered whose aura belonged to.

“Now... weren’t your exact words was ‘Get in your way and I’ll pay?’ You shouldn’t have dropped your guard,” the Merc from the shuttle flight said with a glimmer in his eye. Never trust a man to forget one’s words when they’re pissed. Rose closed her eyes as her hand moved slowly, never moving the cloak as she gripped onto an familiar handle of a weapon.

“You’ve made the unfortunate mistake of touching me again,” she hissed softly before she whipped away, the blade that the man was using nicking only her skin a little. Pulling out the handle of a two-sided blade, she faced the Merc with eyes narrowed, ready to strike and kill. The Merc grinned horribly as he lunged forward with his awkward knife. The girl merely dodged it with a twist and brought her weapon down on his arm, slicing the skin along his back elbow open. Blood spewed out in a fountain as the man cried out. But it didn’t stop him, he merely switched hands with his weapon to slice at her again. Ducking under it, she brought the weapon up, and it seemed to be too short to reach, and the man laughed at the attempt. But it was cut off as the blades of the weapon suddenly snapped out to their full lengths, the metal locking out and in place to form a double-sided sword. The blade had went straight through the man’s neck, into the windpipe and vocal box. Blood gurgled out from the Merc’s mouth before he went limp. Rose stood up straight and pressed the retraction button on her weapon, the blade returning to their shorter lengths, and the body fell in a heap of flesh and blood. Blood continued to shoot out from both gashes for five seconds before dying to mere trickles

“The fool certainly underestimated you, girl,” said another voice as Rosalia looked around. There were five other men, all of them from the shuttle from earlier. The little voice inside Rose’s head told her that she was in for another fight. “Quite sloppy of him to confront you like that.” They had guns trained on her, buzzing from the charges. “I’ve heard there was a pretty little fortune on your head from a double-max prison.”

“Hmph.” Rosalia looked to the man that spoke. His hair was red and wild, long and reaching his shoulders. His eyes were dark green, matching his dark aura. He had an ammunition belt, full of bullets and blades. He had a military look to him, though many Merc’s liked to wear them to seem more threatening. It just wasn’t working on her, though. “Only a little fortune? And you bring a five-man crew.” Rose looked to the other four members of this little group. “How disappointing.” She turned to look back at the man. “How much am I worth?”

“500k is an awful lot for a girl,” he replied with a grin. “How many did you kill to have a beautiful bounty such as that?”

“Enough men to do it.” She wasn’t going to answer fully, her eyes narrowing to mere slits. “Men like you, actually. The greasy, dodgy types.” Rosalia stepped forward without the fear of those guns on her, smirking lightly like she was enjoying a private joke. She was now merely five inches away. “A slash across your throat is all it takes. A marvelous fountain of blood shoots out from just a small slash. You just have to hit the throat just right for it. The windpipe only suffocates them.” She slid a finger from the man’s jawline to the soft spot just under the jaw on his left side, next to the windpipe, where a major artery laid under the skin, pulsing thickly. “Right here is a lovely spot for it...” Then her claw traveled down from that to the middle of his windpipe, following it down until his neck meets his collarbone, that spot where the skin was sunken down to try and follow his windpipe behind the collarbone. “This doesn’t create such a fountain... But it sprays out like a fine mist. Quite refreshing, really. Though if I follow upwards along the windpipe... Ah, the memories of my first kill...”

The man swallowed slightly just as Rose pulled her finger from his skin, and her smirk deepened. Perhaps no one had ever explained to the man how a killer may like their killing done. Her conscious of killing had died years ago, though somehow, she was able to keep her conscious of children and innocent people watching her kills. She never wanted to kill in front of the those who never had to kill to live. She also had a conscious of killing creatures - they’re merely following their instincts, doing what was natural for them.

“Quite a thirst you have there.” One of the other men had said this, in which Rose pulled away to look at him. He had blondish hair cut short, his blue eyes showing actual respect at the girl’s describing her particular way to kill a man.

“Thirst, you say?” She laughed at the light term. “I would have to say it’s more of a... hunger than a thirst.” Behind her, she heard the first man’s gun click, the safety unlocked and trained on her again.

“I dun know Boss, she might just not be worth it,” another of the group said nervously.

“Shut yer whinin’,” the man snapped, having regained his composer. “I’m the one givin’ threats here, girly.”

“Hm.” Rosalia looked back at him with a blank face. “For someone who doesn’t seem to have a name, you’re quite demanding.”

“Then allow me to introduce you to your days of imprisonment,” he said as he grinned horribly. “The name’s Victor, Victor Peril. There, I’ve been civilized enough for the day.” The other men laughed more confidently, obviously feeling more brave than they had just a minute ago. “Razor, put the ‘cuffs on her, let’s get her loaded up and on our way to that prison and get our loot.”

The blonde man started to approach her, but when she turned her head to watch him, he froze. At least he wasn’t stupid as to think she was harmless just because the guns were in her face. He just might be the smartest out of this bunch.

“I don’t do handcuffs,” she said point-blankly. Victor started laughing like she had told the funniest joke in the universe, the other men reluctantly joining him. “You think I’m kidding.” There was no humor in her voice as she looked at Victor.

“What I think is that you dun have a say in this,” he replied as he raised his gun once more in confidence. But when Razor started forward again, Rosalia reacted without warning, her weapon brought down on one of the hands. Luckily for him, he reacted in time and without thinking, pulling back his hands at the last possible second. She only ended up nicking his right thumb.

Unluckily for her, Victor reacted as well when she moved, firing a shot into her left leg. She didn’t scream, but she gritted her teeth together as she ended up on one knee. The coward got her from behind, the bullet digging right into the meat and nicking her leg, and it didn’t leave through the other way. The bullet was stuck in there.

“Bastard,” she growled when she whipped her head around to glare at Victor as he was laughing. She got to her feet and just pushed the pain to the side the best she could. By that point, Victor had finished gloating and raised his gun once more.

“Thanks. Now, your hands behind your back like a good convict.” He used his gun to gesture her to do that, and Rosalia closed her eyes as she slowly put her hands behind her back. She felt Razor lock her wrists together, and she was pushed forward by gunpoint by one of the other men. Luckily for all of them, none had even bothered to think dirty thoughts. There would be missing family jewels if they had.

As she was guided to their ship, her long hair whipped past her shoulders and covered her face fully for a minute. And in that minute, she had smirked. This should be fun.
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