Pain and Possession

He had never felt real fear in his life, he’d been afraid a few times before but they didn’t count. He’d never had the true kind of fear where your heart freezes and your breath stops and your stomach turns to ice. That had never happened to him, at least not until today. Not until he had called her. To tell the truth Riddick didn’t know why he called her, he had no idea what he was calling to say. He had just felt the urge and before he knew what he was doing his fingers were dialing.

He could blame the lapse on Richard but he knew it would be a farce, the beast hadn’t uttered so much as a growl as he waited for her to pick up, in fact all the beast did was take note his surrounding like the good observer he was.

When her voice came over the line he’d thought for a second he’d dialed the wrong number, so he said nothing. The voice that she answeree phe phone with sent a chill down his back. On the second hello he knew something was wrong and by that time her panic had reached out to snag him and he was fully caught.

The way she said please made the beast alert and ready for action. He was ready to slay any demon for her ready to destroy whoever made her so frighten. Forgotten was the fact that she was the one who sent him away, the one who betrayed him.

All the beast knew right then was that she was his had always bees ans and he would kill anyone who touched her. It wasn’t until she cried for her baby, his son, his child that the fear came and when it did it came without remorse.

He had hung up the phone then.

Both the beast and Richard were in full accord as they made plans to get to her as quickly as possible. Later on that evening he had no qualms about hijacking a cargo plane to get him where he wanted top go. He felt no remorse in killing the owner of a truck that he needed. The mother fucker had been warned to walk away but he hadn’t listened. The beast was in control so when he died there was no penitence to be felt. The only thing the beast knew was possession and pain. And as he steadily made his way to her he vowed the one who hurt his possessions would feel unlimited pain.

When he arrived to her place her grief was like a shroud that blanketed his senses. He sensed her pain acutely and it made the beast howl in rage. She was sitting in the baby’s room amidst his things when he entered and he was stunned by the sight of her.

Her hair was a matted mess and there was dried blood caked on her face which was swollen in the cheek area and around her eyes. She looked ghastly, especially since her skin was sallow and pale. She was sitting with her back against the tiny bed and her arm wrapped around his pillow, staring into the empty space before her. She didn’t even notice his presence.

“Caron” he called her name softly, and the beast in him let out a small whine at her disheveled state. There was a time when he would have loved to have seen her broken like that, when he would have been the one to break her. Now it was azingzing.

Her head turned slowly and even as she looked at him she didn’t recognize him right away, he watched as the fog cleared from her brain and he registered to her finally. Her face worked and she looked as if she was going to start crying again, but she didn’t. What she did do was stand shakily to her feet and stumbled towards him.

Riddick held his hand out to her and she took it, “I’m here now--” he started but could not finished cause the force of the blow she gave him knocked the words out of his mouth. The beast reared for a minute and his fists balled instinctively, ready to retaliate, but then he caught hold of himself and was soon in control.

“I hate you” she screamed at him, and struck him again and again and again, until soon she was kicking and punching him, trying her hardest to inflict the pain she was feeling onto him. She didn’t care that he could kill her with a snap of his wrist, without her son she was already dead. There was nothing Riddick could do to hurt her more than what she was feeling now.

“This is all you fault…all of it” she cried as she attacked him, “I wished I had let Johns killed you, you fuck!” she was past the point of return, “You caused all of this…they have him and they won’t give him back because of you! You’re nothing but a filthy piece of shit…I wish you would die”

Through out it all not once did he try to stop her or attempt to calm her, knowing instinctively she needed to get it all out of her system. He knew most of what she was saying, if not all of it, was true too. He was to blame for the entire thing.

When her anger and grief and died down to harsh sobs he pulled her to him and held her timidly. The beast was af. He. He didn’t like the fact that she was making him want to possess her again. He didn’t like it at all but there seemed to be nothing he could do about it.

Caron, needing a small measure of comfort even if it came from Riddick allowed him to hold her as she wept.

When she was down to a few sniffles he picked her up and sat on the small bed that belonged to their child, Riddick clumsily cradled her against his lap as she clung to him. He was uneasy with displaying affection, he had put that behind him, locked it away with Richard.

Soon her weeping stopped all together and he waited with tensed muscles for her to pull away from him. After a long while when she didn’t he relaxed fractionally.

“He has my baby” she spoke softly in a scratchy voice that was hoarse from her sobbing.

“Who?” he asked, eager to spill blood in dire retribution.

“Masters…he took him away fr-from m-me” she started to weep silently again as relived the painful experience.

“Who’s Masters” he wanted to know, the name sounded vaguely familiar, as if he’d heard it mentioned before.

“He’s the detective in charge; he was working on your case…”

“Where is he now?”

“I-I…I don’t know” he could feel her tears soaking through the thin shirt he wore. ‘He came here in the night and he held me down…and he took him away”

“Tell me” he commanded, wanting to know every detail. Riddick listened as she told him everything missing out nothing. When she was finished it was all he could do not to let her see the deadly rage he was in. The beast was gnashing his teeth in rage and in a desire to get to Masters.

“Did he do that to your face?” he asked calmly, it was as almost as he was asking her about the weather.

She nodded.

He suddenly stood with her in his arms and let her feet slide gently to the floor saying, “Stay here…I’ll be back shortly” his decision had been made. Masters was going to die and he would die painfully.

“Where are you going?”

“To find Masters” he said without looking back.

Caron watched as he walked out the door and wondered at her feelings. She should be feeling noting but hatred and contempt for him but right now all she felt was relief that he was there. He would get her son back, she knew he would and Masters would pay dearly for his folly.