The Journey

This part of the city had been ordered emptied, temporarily at least. There were two exceptions, and only one of them would be walking away after this was over. Of course, the Lord Marshall was waiting for the results of this with bated breath. His future was as much in the air over this as the two who were shut in.

Kylie smirked as she stalked the hall. When they had returned, Kyra and Vaako were of course pleased to see them both alive and well. The look they had been given by their friends told them that they were pretty obvious. It had been formally announced shortly after that Kylie was the Lord Marshall’s official consort. She had been “moved” into a set of quarters almost directly across from his, though she still spent more time on her ship then in that room.

She stopped, eyes searching as she scented the air around her. She was going to make this woman know the fear she felt as she had been hunted down the streets of the city. She just didn’t know it yet.

Finally Kylie stood silently outside the woman’s quarters. She had made a huge mistake setting the events into motion, now Kylie would be the one to bring them to an end. Nobody in the city-ship would give her shelter now, and to keep those uninvolved from harm at either of their hands, this was the reason that this section had been shut off. The Necromongers might be warriors, and a bloodthirsty people, but by involving outsiders, to be the one to make contact with them, she had sealed her fate.

With a wicked grin, she banged hard on the door, hoping to startle the woman she knew was inside. When there was no reaction, she pushed the door open to an apparently empty room. Kylie didn’t presume anything, and crouched, her bare feet silent on the carpeted floor.

She closed her eyes, letting her other senses take over,. When she didn’t hear anything, she crept forward, looking into the bathroom. There beneath the sink was a dark tunnel. Looking at it, Kylie could tell it was short, just enough for her to get out of the room without being seen.

A feral grin crossed Kylie’s features, her eyes cat like as she stood and went to the door. Good, this was going to be fun.

She looked either way down the hall, then grinned evilly, following a near hidden trail of wires to the junction that held the fuse box. She might not be able to see as well in the dark as her mate, but Kylie was Furyan, and had far better senses then any of the Necromongers on the ship. She picked up a decorative axe held by one of the many statues in the hall, and protecting her eyes, she smashed it into the fuse box in the junction. She grinned once more as the hallway and the many rooms beyond grew dark.

As she moved down the hall in front of her, the only light was the occasional blink of a door lock. She saw shadows, her irises almost gone as her eyes expanded to take in the very little light in the hall. To her the hall looked as though it were lit by a full moon, dark, but she could still tell where she was going. She knew that Riddick could have seen as though it were day in here, but this was her hunt, HER prey.

Even more, she could hear everything. The whirr of the air vents, the soft echoes of the people walking the next floor up, and most importantly, the pounding of her prey’s heart.

She dragged her nails across the wall as she followed the sound, biting back a dark chuckle.

“Did you really think you’d get away with it?” She called out, taunting. “That I wouldn’t figure it out, that those incompetent idiots would actually succeed where so many others hadn’t?”

She kicked in one door, crossing the wall to stand outside the next. She knew where she was, now she was just playing with her prey.

“Or did you hope that he wouldn’t care and stay here. That he wouldn’t rise to the challenge?”

BANG! Another door crashed open at her feet. The sound of the woman’s pounding heart grew louder.

Finally she stood outside the door she knew the woman was hiding behind. Only now did she pull her dagger from it’s spot in her belt. Slowly she dragged it over the doorframe, making a high pitched squeal as sparks were dragged from the metals.

She smirked as she pulled the door open, crouched like a cat ready to pounce. She could hear the rapid pounding of her heart, the near panting of the woman’s breathing in fear. She relished these sounds as she crept closer, silent in her stalking.

She crept towards the woman in the near pitch room, dragging a nail down the side of her face before moving away, listening and watching as the woman jumped, fleeing to another corner. Kylie had to bite back a vicious chuckle as she crept up behind her again.

“Run coward.” She hissed into the shaking woman’s ear, following the sound of her feet as she fled. She could hear her pounding the buttons beside the elevator, she could hear sobs as she realized that there was no escape, the door rattling in the frame as she desperately tried to get to the stairs.

A sharp inhale of breath signaled what Kylie had hoped for, though the pounding of her prey’s heart continued to give away her fear.

Kylie stood, creeping through the hall to where she knew the communicators were, knife severing the cables there, cutting off any chance she would have to call for help, not that it would matter, she didn’t want anyone to hear her pleas but herself. If her mate had wished to watch this, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop him, but anyone else would be out of luck on this entertainment.

She started down the hall, feet padding silently on the carpet. She could make out the shape of her prey crouched, ready to attack, though terrified. Most people were scared of the dark. Not necessarily nighttime dark, but pure dark, where anything could be there waiting to eat you, it terrified. Probably went back to cave dwellers, where the dark really could get you killed. Of course, this dark was going to get one of these women killed.

She moved like a cat, slinking close to the floor, slipping under the other woman’s outstretched hands, slicing a gouge into one of her legs. She was rewarded by a sharp scream piercing the dark.

“Now this is fun,” She growled into the woman’s ear before she fled, the smell of the blood giving her an easy trail to follow. She sniffed the air, relishing the aroma.

She crept along the wall, slipping into a doorway as she passed the other way. She felt the air move as she stumbled, landing on her knees.

She knelt behind the woman, and finally leaned close enough to whisper in her ear. “Should have killed me when you had the chance Kate.”

The startled scream of fear was cut short by the dagger buried to its hilt in her back. A lot of blood was spilt, but she made sure not to hit any major arteries, wanting to cause as much pain as possible, without killing her quite yet. Kylie leaned over, eyes shining, reflecting the little light given off by her glowing birthright, and bared her teeth.

“You screwed up bitch, and now it’s time to pay the piper.” With that she pulled the dagger from her back, driving it into her neck, the blood spraying over her face and clothes.

Kylie grinned, tongue sneaking out to taste the liquid sprayed across her face. She quickly spat it back out, unsurprised to find it tasted rather bitter. She knelt, cutting through sinew and bone to claim her prize.

She walked to the door, opening it with the key that only she had had. Had her foe won, she would have had to take it from her body to use it.

She climbed the stairs slowly, not tired, but savoring the moment. As the door opened, he was standing there, and she smiled, throwing the head of her victim to Vaako, who caught it.

“It’s done.” She growled to the small crowd, eyes never moving from her mate’s face. “What was hers is now mine.”

The crowd of women in the back of the room murmured as she proclaimed this, before walking calmly to her chambers.