The Journey

It wasn’t long before the nurse came in, bringing her a mild, but filling meal. She was left to get some rest, having been given something to help her sleep.


The room was dark when her eyes opened, hearing a noise. She looked around, but didn’t see anyone and, figuring it was just one of the nurses walking around, closed her eyes, trying to go back to sleep.

She felt a hand clamp down over her mouth, and her eyes flew open again. A huge man stood beside her bed, holding her down. Just beyond him she saw Dame Vaako standing, a smug grin on her face.

“Do what you want to her, just make sure nobody hears you, and she doesn’t live to tell them.”

With that the woman left, and the man smiled,

She was trying to scream, hands reaching for anything she could use to defend herself, and found nothing within her reach. Scratching, kicking, hitting, she tried anything within her strength to fight him as he ripped the sheet and tore at the gown she wore. Finally he just backhanded her, drawing blood from her nose and lips as she was stunned enough he could tie her hands together over her head.

Her blurred vision focused again, and she fought as much as she could, kicking him hard in the legs, only to get punched in the ribs in response. She could feel and hear the crack of her partially healed ribs breaking again, and the pain took her breath away.

“That’s better.” He muttered as he started to rape her, his body pounding into her, one hand covering her mouth, the other holding her hands.

His hands slipped once, and she hit at him again screaming as loud as she could. He hit her again, even harder. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he grunted on top of her.

He panted as he finished, wrapping his fingers around her throat, her face turning purple as he tried to choke her. She could feel the bones in her neck grinding, bringing even more pain to her as he squeezed.

Suddenly, she felt him lifting off of her, her body lifting from the bed before he let her go to turn and face whatever was interrupting him.

Doc stood there, an axe in one hand, the collar of the man’s uniform in the other. He said nothing, but released his clothes and brought the axe around, ready to strike.

“Suggest you leave old man, ‘fore I decide to add you to the count.”

“Don’t think so.” With that Doc struck, almost taking the man’s arm off completely. He screamed in pain and rage, launching himself at Doc, and Kylie crept off the bed, curling up in the corner of the room.

As Doc pummeled the man who was attacking him, Riddick walked into the room. Kylie couldn’t hear what was said over the pounding of blood in her ears, but the look on Riddick’s face told her that he knew.

He merely walked over to the weakened man, snarled something into his ear, and cut his throat. His body slumped over, leaving blood smeared all over the bed, pooling on the floor beneath.

Kylie lay there, eyes wide, face wet, her arms wrapped around her knees when both of them walked over to her. Gently Riddick lifted her into a chair, not reacting when she stiffened at his touch, so that Doc could look at her.

He was gentle as he examined her, but she still shook as he looked her over. Some nurses and other people, all women, came in and cleaned up the body and the mess, working quietly, asking no questions. Riddick watched them, never moving far from the chair in the corner.

After they left, Doc sat on the now clean bed. “We’ll move you to another room. Your throat is bruised, severely, and your ribs have been re-broken. You won’t be able to talk till your larynx heals, it was nearly crushed.” He sighed and rubbed his eyes as she didn’t even look up as he spoke to her. “You’ve also got bruises all over, and your jaw was nearly broken. I’ll go get your room set up.”

He left, and silence fell in the room.

Kylie stayed curled up in the chair, though she finally looked up at the room around her. A few moments passed, and the silence was interrupted by the presence of Lord Vaako in the door.

He didn’t get a word out before Kylie saw him, and she whimpered, pushing herself further back into the chair. Riddick definitely noticed this, as did the man standing in the door.

”My Lord, perhaps we should speak outside.” He was not oblivious to the things around him, contrary to what it might seem. He had his suspicions of what happened, but for the time being he would merely do as ordered.

Kylie watched them leave, and gathered a sheet around herself, waiting until they had turned the corner before leaving the opposite direction. She didn’t want to stay anywhere near where the attack had happened, and went to the only place she felt truly safe, her ship.

She winced as she took off the tattered remains of the hospital gown, dropping it on the floor and stepping into the hot shower. She let the water wash over her as she scrubbed her skin, finally leaning against the wall, weeping. The pain that she felt physically was nearly overwhelming.

She somehow managed to dry herself, and wrap a bandage around her ribs, staggering to the cabin with only a towel around her, she collapsed onto the bed, the exhaustion and pain overcoming her.