The Dragon and the Furyon

The Dragon and the Furyon
Only Draca is mine. I only wish I owned Riddick or the rights to his story.
***Chapter 1 The Escape

Draca crouched on a high ledge in the triple max prison as the newbie was wheeled in like Hannibal Lector. He was bitted of course, hands and legs bound, with broad bare shoulders that rippled with power. She focused her keen eyes on him. So this was the famous Riddick. She sniffed the air of the new scent and found it. Furyon, of course, no wonder he was such a good killer. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips. This would certainly be fun.

The guards laughed as they left him out in the open with no visible way out of his bonds fodder for the more seasoned inmates, the ones who did the guard’s job for them. They quickly moved in as soon as the guards were gone their laughter still heard. Draca slipped down from her perch silently and swiftly moved behind the sniggering slugs that called themselves humans.

“Not nice…messing with a guy who can’t get shiv happy on your ass. This is my turf. Get lost or loose something important.” She growled drawing her best and sharpest shiv. It glinted in the dim light and her eyes flashed coolly. The three of them turned on her. She folded her arms over her chest with the shiv tapping on her elbow. They knew her well enough that they should have known to back off with just her vague threat but they were too blood thirsty by now to have the sense to save their own hides. They came at her fast but not fast enough. With speed that impressed even Riddick she gutted the first two like fish then nearly decapitated the third. She wiped her blade on the cleanest of the dead men’s shirts and went over to Riddick who watched her placidly through his goggles.

“Blood thirsty sons of bitches can’t wait to sink their teeth into the new guy. Tsk tsk, guess they got all the blood they need now.” She said without feeling as she worked on his bit. They had used a heavy duty padlock to keep it on and Draca was tempted to simply bite it off but decided to leave that little surprise until later. Pocketing her shiv she pulled out her lock picking tools and got to work. A few minutes later she pulled it away and let it drop to the ground.

“You’re good. Who are you?” Riddick demanded. Draca rolled her eyes as she moved down to his feet.

“What, no thank you? Ingrate. I’m Draca Wolf.” She answered and finishing with the bindings on his legs worked on his arms lastly. She saw his muscles tense and didn’t miss the fact that he was watching her.

“Draca Wolf? The Draca Wolf? You’re joking right?” He asked almost laughing. She glared at him and stepped away with his arms still bound.

“No I’m not joking. You wanna be free from that contraption? Or you wanna test my patience some more?” She asked coolly and he had no doubt that she would walk away and let whatever happened happen. He had no further doubts about who she was.

“Right. Draca it is then.” He conceded. She finished and before she could back away in time he grabbed her by the throat and shoved her onto her back on the ground with his free hand in a fist supporting him so that he didn’t crush her.

“You think you can threaten me little girl? Shit you don’t got anything on me!” He spat. She raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Do you like your penis?” She asked innocently. He looked down and noticed that she had her shiv a millimeter from his crotch. He hadn’t even seen her pull it back out. Glaring through his goggles he let go of her. She was good. He got up and sulked away. Draca chuckled and sat up watching him. He would be fun.

Tucking away her shiv she stood and went to her favorite hole. She crawled to the back and sampled some of the stale bread she had stashed there. Then laid down and set to sharpening her shivs before finally getting tired and falling asleep. The nightmares came like clockwork and here they were worse then anywhere. She never screamed but she often tossed and turned so much that when she woke she often felt more tired then when she went to sleep. No one dared mess with her at night even though a few horn dogs were often tempted.

On this particular night the recurring nightmare came, the one from her childhood however short-lived. It was the one where she had been left alone in a park at night so that her lousy stepfather could score his next hit and maybe a hooker if he could find one. She hated the man but the state said he was all she had left. Damn state. She sat on the swings trying not to think about the various sounds of the night. Her hearing had always been too damn good for her own comfort especially since there wasn’t a lot she could do about what she heard. Her stepfather had once beaten her so bad that he put her in the hospital for leaving the place in the park he told her to stay. He told the police that some one else had done it and the black eye he had, which Draca had actually given him, was from the attacker. So there she sat humming softly to herself and there they were suddenly as if they materialized out of the dark itself; four men who even from this distance reeked of booze to Draca’s sensitive nose. In a word, trouble. She stopped humming.

The men came and in short took turns with the screaming child who at the time was only nine. Despite her age she put up one hell of a fight and the men left bruised but satisfied. Two hours later her stepfather came back and sneered at her weakness. He half dragged her back home to their flee bag apartment. He was so high that it wasn’t until midday the next day that he thought to take her to the hospital and this he did grudgingly.

This particular nightmare usually left her sobbing in her sleep just to wake up and sob some more. This time when she woke she curled into the tightest ball she could form and let silent tears run down her cheeks.

“Funny, a girl like you crying in her sleep. Such a badass when it comes to handling cons you can’t handle your own nightmares.” The deep gravely voice sent a spark of electricity through Draca’s body and in half a second she had her shiv in her hand and she was crouched ready to spring. It was Riddick of course sitting in her ‘doorway’ lounging like he belonged there in her close to home territory.

“Funny you having a death wish and all.” She snarled. The last guy to get this close to her in her sleep, she carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Upon studying Riddick she knew he would be no push over, no normal con but he would regret coming so close.

“Death isn’t an option at this point. And my death won’t be by your hands doll so you can just put that pretty little blade away.” He pointed briefly at her shiv.

“I’ll keep it out. And you’ll keep out if you don’t want to die by this ‘little girl’.” She said evenly and even though she didn’t put away her shiv she did relax a bit. He wasn’t an immediate threat, for now.

“Look we can either be at each others throats or we can get each other out of here. I figure you helped me out back there with the rat pack so you deserve a chance. But if you screw with me I’ll bury my shiv in your gut, you hear?” He said cockily. She scanned him with eyes that adjusted perfectly to the deepest darkness and she listened to his heart rate a dead give away for liars. He showed none of the typical signs of lying and at this moment he had no reason to so for now…just maybe she’d trust him a little. See how far he got her. That was the game she played. She put away her shiv.

“Show me your eyes Richard.” It was not a request and she knew the rumors about his eyes. She imagined that her own glinted similarly though she had never seen herself in a mirror in the dark.

“You’ll have to get a lot closer then that.” His voice was almost a purr. Without hesitation she crawled seductively towards him, there wasn’t room in her little hole to stand, and stopped with her face a mere foot from his. In a rush he pinned her to the floor with one hand and his body and pulled off his goggles locking eyes with her. Her gaze didn’t falter and he was a little impressed. Some wild idea came to him and he acted on the impulse without real consideration; he kissed her hard and deeply. His tongue breached her mouth easily and her playful nip was surprising because her teeth were sharp enough to draw blood without effort. They both enjoyed the taste and she began her own exploration before pushing him off of her but not vehemently.

“How interesting.” He said with a sly grin. She grinned back and licked her lips.

“Fine. You can stay. But only because you haven’t yet got a clue about this place and I need you to get out.” She conceded this slight defeat with miner bloodshed. It wasn’t her style but better to have them both able bodied for the escape.

“What did you have in mind?” He asked almost uninterestedly.
“There’s one way out that doesn’t include death. Outside the sun shines for one hour every 30 hours and then the temp only crawls up to a toasty negative 20 degrees. Most of the time it’s around 100 below out there. Pleasant enough if you’re a polar bear.” She began.

“Why do they always got to go with the extremes with these places? Hot, cold, too bright, damn you’d think they didn’t want us leaving or something.” He scoffed.

“I know…so peculiar. Anyway the guards have ships, two of them if memory serves, in case they ever need to vacate. If we cause a big enough distraction…we take out the guards and take their smaller ship.” She told him. He kept his goggles off as he watched her.

“What kind of distraction?” He asked. She grinned.

“A big one. We could get into a huge fight with the inmates, shouldn’t be hard they’re all morons.” She answered with a shrug. She made it sound so easy and for a seasoned killer it might be but he could still hardly believe that this little girl was really the infamous Draca Wolf. Her reputation was almost as grand as his.

“You expect the guards to come running when we get into a fight? What do they care?” He asked. She sighed.

“They get enough money for each of us to care if we start killing enough inmates. They’re inspected once a year to make sure their numbers are accurate so…when they get audited in a week if they have too many dead they’ll have their funds cut.” She explained and he nodded. It never failed to amaze him how many times greed could kill a person.

“Looks like we’ll just have to play it by ear, do you know the way to the ship?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah the best way to it is through a maintenance tunnel that isn’t as sealed as it should be.” She answered and drew him out a map in the dirt. He studied it for a moment then scuffed it away with his boot.

“Right, at full dark we’ll move. Tell no one and don’t fall behind.” He ordered.

“Look bub, I know this place like the back of my hand. You’ll have to keep up with me. Follow close or we’ll never get out of here. The guards will kill you without a second thought and sleep better for it.” She told him sternly.

“Oh yeah? Why haven’t they killed you yet? Sounds like you’ve been nothing but trouble.” He asked a little suspiciously. She looked away her face going dark.

“I’m valuable…not much more then a toy to those bastards…” She muttered. Riddick instantly knew what she meant. Her nightmares were instantly clear as well as the reason she was here in the first place. Killed in self-defense most likely, killed a lot to get here. He had to ignore the sudden urge to hold her. He had no idea where it came from.

“Fine so we do this in one try. No screw ups and you lead the way. Then what? Where do we go from here?” He asked and she shot a glare at him.

“Look I can’t think of everything. Our best bet would be to hit the slums or the really, REALLY big cities, blend in as best we can. So baldy you might want to start thinking of the best spot.” She snapped. He glared at her and leaned forward.

“You ought to watch your mouth, doll.” He growled softly. Her gaze didn’t waver in fact she almost looked bored.

“Does that work on every one? That posturing you do?” She asked and sat back with an actual yawn. No one had been this bored in his company in a long time. He’d have to think of a way to fix that.

“Get some sleep? I’ll come find you when the time comes.” He offered and headed toward the exit. She nodded having no reason to doubt that he would. He didn’t go far and watched her little hole. Inside Draca curled up and tried to go back to sleep. It was a battle she didn’t really want to fight but her body insisted. Eventually her mind slowed enough that sleep claimed her and the nightmares followed.

The next day she got what grub she could from the pitiful rations that they handed out and went back to her hole to eat a little saving the rest for that night when she’d need every ounce of energy she could strain from her lithe body. Riddick watched her from above and tried to ignore the new feelings stirring in his gut. Then again there were the old familiar feelings that made his cock twitch at seeing her. Her long silver hair that actually shown in the light, her deep green eyes and trim but strong body, the full but not too big breasts that were firm and perky, she was gorgeous and it was easy to see where her problems came from. If she had always been this beautiful then she would have problems from the start, especially if she didn’t grow up in some rich neighborhood with prim and proper parents which, by the ease with which she killed was obviously not the case. Girls who grow up in a house like that don’t usually grow up to be killers. At least not ones that get thrown into triple max slams.

Draca knew that she was being watched, she was always being watched but this time she knew that one pair of eyes belonged to Riddick and it worried her that that turned her on a little bit. The flame she felt from his kiss, the searing taste of his blood, it sent her senses into overdrive and her libido roared to life after years of hating men. Why? Most likely because he didn’t just rape on the spot, not that he could have and walked away with his guts intact, but he didn’t even try. Just one kiss then down to the business of escaping. No man had ever done that in fact if you forgot about the rapes…she was a virgin. She had certainly tried to find solace and comfort as well as pleasure in a man’s arms but stopped after it always ended up the same. She didn’t have high hopes about finding any of that with Riddick but maybe she’d found a partner. She wondered if it would be better then being alone.

The terms ‘night’ and ‘day’ were only references to ‘lights on’ and ‘lights off’, sleeping or awake. The 30 hour day was divided by the sunrise so that and hour before lights off the guards would swap air for five minutes then spend 55 minutes going through security checks, dispersing the new air through out the prison, and doing a head count. This was the best time to get the guard’s attention.

Draca polished off the rest of her food and met up with Riddick to go over the plan again. They had two; one they spouted openly for the inmates to spout off to the guards and one that they spoke in code about that was the actual plan. They didn’t bother including any cons, the ones who actually had a code among each other, because they’d just get in the way. Draca never like them any more then she like the inmates anyway. Riddick was quite pleased to only have spent a few days in the hell hole and loved having a guide to freedom. He wondered how long Draca had been there to come up with this plan but figured that question could wait.

The plan went off at first without a problem. The fight was easy enough to stir up and between the two of them the body count came up to 20 inmates and 10 guards. They slipped away in the chaos that ensued and headed for the tunnel making their way in. Riddick went first and pulled off is goggles in the pitch black tunnel.

“Clear!” He called and she fell with an ungraceful thud at his side. He smelled burnt flesh and looked down at her. She was bleeding from a partially scorched wound in her side but managed to get to her feet. He slammed shut the cover cursing.

“Let’s go.” She said in a pained voice. He helped her up and she took off limping with surprising speed for her injury. It wasn’t long before even he lost count of the turns they made but Draca never faltered a step and it impressed Riddick. Half an hour later they heard voices moving into the tunnels. 15 minutes later they were at the last door and Draca hurriedly picked the lock and opened it. She went in first and after entering Riddick turned to shut it so that it wouldn’t open again and just as the guards were pounding on the door they boarded the skiff.

“Great can you open the port? Draca? Shit!” He cursed. Draca was lying on the floor bleeding heavily from the partially cauterized wound in her side and she was just barely clinging to consciousness. He sat her up lightly slapping her face.

“Come on Draca, wake up you gotta stay awake.” He shook her a bit and she stared at him with her once shinning eyes dulling bit by bit.

“You can do it from here on out…” She murmured and he laid her down gently and got to work. She was right and they took off without a hitch.

Out of the planet’s atmosphere and into the big black freedom with all those stars Riddick should have felt happier. At least at ease but he was worried about Draca and as soon as auto pilot was set so the middle of nowhere he went back to her to do what he could. He found the first aid kit and applied a good deal of pressure to the wound after cutting away her shirt. When the bleeding wouldn’t stop he gave her a shot of morphine tucked away in the back of the kit and started sewing her shut. It worked and after a quick bandage job he was sure she would live. He checked the supply of morphine knowing that she’d be in a lot of pain when she woke up. At the moment she was lost in a drug induced sleep and that was fine by him. He laid her gently in the only bed in the smallish skiff. He guessed that the other ship she talked about was bigger. He went to the controls despite the auto pilot and fell asleep looking at the stars.

Draca woke with a fog around her brain and a shooting pain in her side. She found that sitting up was a very bad idea and fell back with a groan. Her brain wouldn’t focus on any one memory and they all blurred painfully together. Was she still in the slam? Did they catch her? Did they catch Riddick? Her brain refused to give her the answers but when Riddick filled her vision she felt instantly better…the pain didn’t go away but at least one of them had a working head on their shoulders.

“Morning doll, how’d you sleep?” He asked with a smirk knowing perfectly well that she slept like a log. It’s waking up that’s the bitch. She glared at him.

“What happened? Tell me I’m not in a hell of a lot of pain and still in the slam.” She demanded. She watched him go through a first aid box and pull out a syringe before answering.

“No, you are in a hell of a lot of pain on a skiff out in the middle of no where. And the pain I can help.” He said nodding toward the syringe which Draca was eying warily.

“What is it?” She asked trying not to sound ungrateful. He put on his most charming smile.

“Morphine. Ever had it before?” He asked. She nodded and held out her, arm inner elbow up. He gently pushed the needle in and then the plunger. She gritted her teeth as the stinging fluid filled her vain.

“Been in the hospital a number of times as a child. Thanks mostly to my stepfather. Often times morphine was the only thing that could touch the pain I was in.” She confided. Riddick looked at her with a guarded amount of pity. He knew what it was to have shitty guardians that the state insisted you just had to have.

“What about your mom? She let him beat you like that?” He asked.

“No mom to speak of. Killed when I was two after a year of being married to the dick with a brain. Father died months before I came along so…no other family left me with the asshole. Things weren’t bad at first…as far as I can remember. Started going down hill around the time I turned seven. Started beating me…then started doing more. After he started using every drug he could get his hands on…he stopped caring at all what happened to me.” She told him amazing herself how much she was actually telling this man.

“I’m surprised you’re still coherent after the dose I just gave you. Are you still in pain?” He asked cautiously. He didn’t want to give her too much; she couldn’t have weighed 150lbs on a good day.

“No pain. Just pleasantly numb. I know how to handle morphine. It would take twice that to knock me out if I wanted to stay awake.” She answered. He chuckled. She reminded him of himself.

“How long did you stay with the bastard?” He asked.

“Until I was 12. Got fed up so I ran away. Got picked up for picking the wrong pocket and got scent to juvy before ol’ dickhead sobered up long enough to come get me. Never saw him again….except in my nightmares….” She trailed off staring and nothing. With un-goggled eyes Riddick watch the girl. Her long silver hair spread out and in the dim cabin her eyes shown much like his did. He wondered how she had ever managed to find a doctor with skill to pull off part shined eyes. She seemed to have no problem with the brighter lights.

“Draca, you need rest. Stop fighting the drugs.” He ordered and she looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Giving orders now are we? I’m not too hurt to slap you about you know.” It was just posturing and it made him laugh out loud. She glared at him for a while before she couldn’t help but grin.

“Sleep little girl. You’re brain is fried if you think you can take me on in this state.” He grinned showing his almost fanglike teeth. She rolled her eyes but shifted onto her good side, curled up and was asleep in no time.

He watched her a moment and just when he was about to leave he noticed something…her aura changed from the standard color most living creatures had to something darker, something black. It seemed to focus and become darkest at her wound and he recognized what it was; the aura of a Voidest. So this little girl had more power then she appeared. Of course this brought up many questions but Riddick decided that they could wait. For now he had to find a place for the two of them.