Riddick fight 2
Title: Gladiator's Fury
Author: Witch of November
Character/Pairing: Richard B Riddick, a bunch of original characters because at this point there are four canon characters left alive. Pairing: Riddick and Fem OC,
Fandom/Original Fic: Chronicles of Riddick between Pitch Black and Chronicles.
Word count: 1852/12000+
Rating/Warning: R- violence and language for this scene; The whole story is NC-17 for graphic sexual violence, rape, forced prostitution, language, drugs, murder, mayhem, consensual sex and suicide.
Disclaimers/Author's Notes: Riddick has been captured and forced into taking part in gladiatorial games. He hooks up with Michaela Cotton (OC), one of the women provided for the fighters pleasure. Together they plot to escape. Set a week or ten days after the other fight. Michaela sticks up for a friend and Riddick has to get involved. Edited to correct word count.
It was late on a Tuesday and Billy was coming off the injured list. The medic had declared her fit to have sex. Physically, he made no claims about her mental health. Not his problem, not beyond offering to dope her to the gills and send her giggling out the door.
"I asked him if you were taking anything and he said no." Billy held Michaela's hand painfully tight as they sat in the corner of the Rec Room by the epool table. "I told him; then I wouldn't either."
Michaela looked away, down at the arm of the couch. She traced the abstract pattern with her thumb and debated with herself. Was this a good idea or bad idea, what should she say? "The drugs he's pushing, the way they're being used; it's illegal back home." Michaela covered Billy's hand with hers. "But we're not at home and I'm not in your position."
"But Riddick?"
"Is-" She hesitated. "Lonely, he wants somebody he can trust. It took me a while, but we've come to an understanding."
"Do you think I should have..."
Michaela shook her head. "I don't know. Let's survive tonight, okay."
Billy squeaked when Jeb plopped down next to her.
"Really, not that scary." Jeb opened his jacket and pulled out three Happy Beers and handed Billy one. Michaela shook her head. Watered down goat dribble wasn't worth a fuddled head.
"Okay." He leaned into Billy and tried to point discreatly across the room. "You see those two? Big and Bigger? Darius and Seth, nice guys as fighters go. Darius is just a hair off center into slash and Seth is just a hair into het, so you and me, we go over there make nice and see if we can get a party started."
She looked at the men then back at Michaela. "I don't- I'm married, I can't do this." She babbled in Claudian
"She's married," Michaela translated in response to Jeb's confused look. "Monogamous."
He took Billy by the chin and turned her to look him in the eye. "Does he love you?"
"Who?"
"The guy you're married to, does he love you?"
"Yes."
"Does he want you to live?"
"Yes."
"Then you take him, and everything that you knew before getting here and you put it in a box. Then you put that box in a room in your head and lock the door. Make it a blast door and make the locks tough ones." Jeb stared at her hard. "Lock it all away and don't bring it out again."
"Jeb." Michaela leaned forward.
"No. You have no fucking clue. Got that Billy, Mike's got no clue, she doesn't know for shit. I do, I got the scars so listen to me. Lock it all away and get up and go make nice. Have some fun while you can. And fuck tomorrow." Jeb let her go and leaned back.
"He's right." Michaela looked at her feet.
"So I have to forget Donnie, and home and everything? Just so I can do what these-" She swallowed, nice people didn't call other people names. "want me to do?"
"For now, yeah. Screw up your courage, spread your legs and think of England." Jeb finished his beer. "And if we're lucky, somebody will ghost Monroe in the next tournament."
"Now there's a happy thought." Riddick had come over and loomed over the end of the couch.
He arched a brow at Jeb. "You're in my spot."
"Just keeping it warm for you." Jeb bounded out of the couch. "Come along Billy, we have fighters to corrupt."
"Cute couple." Riddick settled himself on the vacated couch. "Think she'll make it?"
Michaela shrugged. "It goes against every instinct I have not to order her to stay away from the medic and his magic needle."
"Two things-" His tone made her look him in the eyes- goggles. "One; you ain't the boss of her."
He stared until she nodded.
"And two; hyped is easier to come back from than dead."
"I know that. Notice me not saying anything?" She make a face. "To her anyway. You I will harangue at length about how this place is evil and should be burned to the ground."
"Welcome to the slam."
Across the room Seth Winchester had started some music and was trying to teach Billy the newest dance from where ever he was from. It seemed to be an excuse to grope each other in public.
After a few minutes of stepping on each other's toes, Billy pulled away and went to search the music. "They have a recording of Koto Isaac's Pacific Rhythms She waved to Michaela. "Do remember the Golden Flier?"
"Yes." Michaela unwound Riddick's arm and got up. "Do you intend to school these men in the truth of dance."
"Uhuh." She cued up the music.
They took to the middle of the room. Michaela had half a moment to wish for a traditional grass or string skirt. Then the drums began and a wave of music washed over them. With a shimmer of hips and a flick of their hands they rode it like surfers. Wild women of the sea, daughters of chiefs and warriors. And the men were transfixed.
They turned to each other and clapped hands, chanting with the recording. Old words, Maori words, "See us now rise with the sun, see us race the wind, see how strong, see how brave."
"Oh yeah!" The shout came from the doorway; Raduski. "Now this is my kinda dirty!"
Michaela' stomach sank. He wasn't Monroe, as mercies went that was a tiny one. Not Monroe, just his favorite henchman and accomplice. Billy stopped dancing and looked around for some avenue of retreat.
Go back to Winchester or the couch Michaela wasn't certain Riddick would protect Billy but he might make Raduski think twice.
She tried to block his path but he crowded between her and Billy, grabbing the younger woman even as she tried to retreat.
"Don't stop." He tried to shake her hips with his hands as he thrust his pelvis at her.
Around the room people were yelling at him, telling him to "sit the fuck down" or just go away. Billy just looked like she wanted to faint.
The drums still driving her, Michaela grabbed his arm. She drove her nails into the tendons of his arm, pulling him off of Billy.
"What the fuck!" He spun around. "Who do you think you are?"
The music had changed, or maybe she had, from the fast driving dance drums to the deep challenge drums of war.
"Kaitiaki, Kaitiaki!" Guardian, guardian. She stomped her feet and beat her chest as the old haka words burst out of her. "I confound the evil doer, I shine the light where evil hides, against all odds, I bring forth righteousness under the sun. You can't run from me."
Every sunrise, during training and after, hundreds of men and women slap and stamp and shout the Kaitaiki Haka to end or begin their shifts. And now far away from any sea, their memory and ghosts shouted with Michaela as she backed Raduski away from Billy.
"Crazy bitch!" He pulled back his hand and Michaela got ready for a blow. But then Riddick shot forward and grabbed Raduski's arm.
"Don't," Riddick pulled Raduski's arm back and growled into Raduski's ear, "Even. Think about it." Tigers growled like that. Big boars deep in the jungle made those sounds. "She's mine."
Michaela was ready to step back, back down and submit and she wasn't even the target. So when he shifted his attention ever so slightly and said, "Move." Michaela got out of the way.
"Then keep the bitch in line." Raduski twisted around to face Riddick. And the drums continued to pound.
The room shifted like a tide fighting a current. Fighters edged up and dates vacated the room, some trying to be casual others just fleeing. They all swirled around Riddick, Raduski and Michaela. She'd moved off, she watched the others leave and almost went with them but she couldn't desert her partner.
The crowd, she needed to keep an eye on it, the five or six other men, which way would they break? The Winchesters's cheekbones were lit with redirected arousal. They would go with Riddick. But the others, where did loyalty or offence lie?
Raduski wrenched his arm free. The marks of Michaela's nails were lost in the bruises Riddick made. He massaged his arm and his face was white with rage.
Someone stepped in front of her cutting off her view of the fight.
"Move pimple neck!" She pounded on his back and almost caught an elbow. She showed him her bug eyed mad woman's face, he reconsidered and got out of the way.
Then Raduski drove a jab at Riddick's face. He moved to the side and it went whiffing past.
"Dog grass," muttered Michaela between her teeth. Blood was going to fall.
Raduski swung again and again, not really looking or caring what landed. Rage dictated his fight. Riddick ducked and parried coldly, contemptuously.
A hand landed it on Michaela's shoulder and she spun around snarling. Seth Winchester jerked his head towards the door. She shook her dead and turned back to the fight.
Riddick put Raduski in a head lock and was hammering him in the belly. Now Raduski grabbed Riddick's knees. He charged ahead and Riddick went down.
They rolled on the floor grappling for advantage. Michaela pushed and shoved to keep up with them. An opening, a weapon, a chance to swing the fight in Riddick's favor. Please just one.
Then Raduski was on top, his hands around Riddick's throat. She jumped on his back, grabbing his hair, pulling his head back. Her other hand clawed at his face.
Raduski stood up, trying to flip her over his head. Riddick pulled up his legs and donkey kicked Raduski in the chest. They, Raduski and Michaela fell backwards.
She tried to curl, to slap out but her head hit the floor and she felt her brain bounce off the back of her skull and hit the front and the room went red then black.
Someone picked her up under the arms like a child. Riddick's face was inches from hers. "Stay-"
"Knife!" Did she shout? Not that it mattered. Riddick let go and she dropped back to the floor.
She saw metal flash, Riddick's back, he twisted. The knife seemed to pull Raduski's hand past Riddick's ribs. Riddick wrapped his arm around the Raduski's and jerked up. The knife dropped to the floor.
It clattered as it landed, a double bitted blade cut from a single piece of steel. A manufactured diver's knife, not a shiv. Michaela reached out and took it. A real knife.
Above her head, Raduski was choking out his life. She had time to hide the knife in her cleavage. Don't bend over, whatever you do Riddick bent sideways and pulled her back to her feet.
"We're leaving." He glared and the fighters made way.
Author: Witch of November
Character/Pairing: Richard B Riddick, a bunch of original characters because at this point there are four canon characters left alive. Pairing: Riddick and Fem OC,
Fandom/Original Fic: Chronicles of Riddick between Pitch Black and Chronicles.
Word count: 1852/12000+
Rating/Warning: R- violence and language for this scene; The whole story is NC-17 for graphic sexual violence, rape, forced prostitution, language, drugs, murder, mayhem, consensual sex and suicide.
Disclaimers/Author's Notes: Riddick has been captured and forced into taking part in gladiatorial games. He hooks up with Michaela Cotton (OC), one of the women provided for the fighters pleasure. Together they plot to escape. Set a week or ten days after the other fight. Michaela sticks up for a friend and Riddick has to get involved. Edited to correct word count.
It was late on a Tuesday and Billy was coming off the injured list. The medic had declared her fit to have sex. Physically, he made no claims about her mental health. Not his problem, not beyond offering to dope her to the gills and send her giggling out the door.
"I asked him if you were taking anything and he said no." Billy held Michaela's hand painfully tight as they sat in the corner of the Rec Room by the epool table. "I told him; then I wouldn't either."
Michaela looked away, down at the arm of the couch. She traced the abstract pattern with her thumb and debated with herself. Was this a good idea or bad idea, what should she say? "The drugs he's pushing, the way they're being used; it's illegal back home." Michaela covered Billy's hand with hers. "But we're not at home and I'm not in your position."
"But Riddick?"
"Is-" She hesitated. "Lonely, he wants somebody he can trust. It took me a while, but we've come to an understanding."
"Do you think I should have..."
Michaela shook her head. "I don't know. Let's survive tonight, okay."
Billy squeaked when Jeb plopped down next to her.
"Really, not that scary." Jeb opened his jacket and pulled out three Happy Beers and handed Billy one. Michaela shook her head. Watered down goat dribble wasn't worth a fuddled head.
"Okay." He leaned into Billy and tried to point discreatly across the room. "You see those two? Big and Bigger? Darius and Seth, nice guys as fighters go. Darius is just a hair off center into slash and Seth is just a hair into het, so you and me, we go over there make nice and see if we can get a party started."
She looked at the men then back at Michaela. "I don't- I'm married, I can't do this." She babbled in Claudian
"She's married," Michaela translated in response to Jeb's confused look. "Monogamous."
He took Billy by the chin and turned her to look him in the eye. "Does he love you?"
"Who?"
"The guy you're married to, does he love you?"
"Yes."
"Does he want you to live?"
"Yes."
"Then you take him, and everything that you knew before getting here and you put it in a box. Then you put that box in a room in your head and lock the door. Make it a blast door and make the locks tough ones." Jeb stared at her hard. "Lock it all away and don't bring it out again."
"Jeb." Michaela leaned forward.
"No. You have no fucking clue. Got that Billy, Mike's got no clue, she doesn't know for shit. I do, I got the scars so listen to me. Lock it all away and get up and go make nice. Have some fun while you can. And fuck tomorrow." Jeb let her go and leaned back.
"He's right." Michaela looked at her feet.
"So I have to forget Donnie, and home and everything? Just so I can do what these-" She swallowed, nice people didn't call other people names. "want me to do?"
"For now, yeah. Screw up your courage, spread your legs and think of England." Jeb finished his beer. "And if we're lucky, somebody will ghost Monroe in the next tournament."
"Now there's a happy thought." Riddick had come over and loomed over the end of the couch.
He arched a brow at Jeb. "You're in my spot."
"Just keeping it warm for you." Jeb bounded out of the couch. "Come along Billy, we have fighters to corrupt."
"Cute couple." Riddick settled himself on the vacated couch. "Think she'll make it?"
Michaela shrugged. "It goes against every instinct I have not to order her to stay away from the medic and his magic needle."
"Two things-" His tone made her look him in the eyes- goggles. "One; you ain't the boss of her."
He stared until she nodded.
"And two; hyped is easier to come back from than dead."
"I know that. Notice me not saying anything?" She make a face. "To her anyway. You I will harangue at length about how this place is evil and should be burned to the ground."
"Welcome to the slam."
Across the room Seth Winchester had started some music and was trying to teach Billy the newest dance from where ever he was from. It seemed to be an excuse to grope each other in public.
After a few minutes of stepping on each other's toes, Billy pulled away and went to search the music. "They have a recording of Koto Isaac's Pacific Rhythms She waved to Michaela. "Do remember the Golden Flier?"
"Yes." Michaela unwound Riddick's arm and got up. "Do you intend to school these men in the truth of dance."
"Uhuh." She cued up the music.
They took to the middle of the room. Michaela had half a moment to wish for a traditional grass or string skirt. Then the drums began and a wave of music washed over them. With a shimmer of hips and a flick of their hands they rode it like surfers. Wild women of the sea, daughters of chiefs and warriors. And the men were transfixed.
They turned to each other and clapped hands, chanting with the recording. Old words, Maori words, "See us now rise with the sun, see us race the wind, see how strong, see how brave."
"Oh yeah!" The shout came from the doorway; Raduski. "Now this is my kinda dirty!"
Michaela' stomach sank. He wasn't Monroe, as mercies went that was a tiny one. Not Monroe, just his favorite henchman and accomplice. Billy stopped dancing and looked around for some avenue of retreat.
Go back to Winchester or the couch Michaela wasn't certain Riddick would protect Billy but he might make Raduski think twice.
She tried to block his path but he crowded between her and Billy, grabbing the younger woman even as she tried to retreat.
"Don't stop." He tried to shake her hips with his hands as he thrust his pelvis at her.
Around the room people were yelling at him, telling him to "sit the fuck down" or just go away. Billy just looked like she wanted to faint.
The drums still driving her, Michaela grabbed his arm. She drove her nails into the tendons of his arm, pulling him off of Billy.
"What the fuck!" He spun around. "Who do you think you are?"
The music had changed, or maybe she had, from the fast driving dance drums to the deep challenge drums of war.
"Kaitiaki, Kaitiaki!" Guardian, guardian. She stomped her feet and beat her chest as the old haka words burst out of her. "I confound the evil doer, I shine the light where evil hides, against all odds, I bring forth righteousness under the sun. You can't run from me."
Every sunrise, during training and after, hundreds of men and women slap and stamp and shout the Kaitaiki Haka to end or begin their shifts. And now far away from any sea, their memory and ghosts shouted with Michaela as she backed Raduski away from Billy.
"Crazy bitch!" He pulled back his hand and Michaela got ready for a blow. But then Riddick shot forward and grabbed Raduski's arm.
"Don't," Riddick pulled Raduski's arm back and growled into Raduski's ear, "Even. Think about it." Tigers growled like that. Big boars deep in the jungle made those sounds. "She's mine."
Michaela was ready to step back, back down and submit and she wasn't even the target. So when he shifted his attention ever so slightly and said, "Move." Michaela got out of the way.
"Then keep the bitch in line." Raduski twisted around to face Riddick. And the drums continued to pound.
The room shifted like a tide fighting a current. Fighters edged up and dates vacated the room, some trying to be casual others just fleeing. They all swirled around Riddick, Raduski and Michaela. She'd moved off, she watched the others leave and almost went with them but she couldn't desert her partner.
The crowd, she needed to keep an eye on it, the five or six other men, which way would they break? The Winchesters's cheekbones were lit with redirected arousal. They would go with Riddick. But the others, where did loyalty or offence lie?
Raduski wrenched his arm free. The marks of Michaela's nails were lost in the bruises Riddick made. He massaged his arm and his face was white with rage.
Someone stepped in front of her cutting off her view of the fight.
"Move pimple neck!" She pounded on his back and almost caught an elbow. She showed him her bug eyed mad woman's face, he reconsidered and got out of the way.
Then Raduski drove a jab at Riddick's face. He moved to the side and it went whiffing past.
"Dog grass," muttered Michaela between her teeth. Blood was going to fall.
Raduski swung again and again, not really looking or caring what landed. Rage dictated his fight. Riddick ducked and parried coldly, contemptuously.
A hand landed it on Michaela's shoulder and she spun around snarling. Seth Winchester jerked his head towards the door. She shook her dead and turned back to the fight.
Riddick put Raduski in a head lock and was hammering him in the belly. Now Raduski grabbed Riddick's knees. He charged ahead and Riddick went down.
They rolled on the floor grappling for advantage. Michaela pushed and shoved to keep up with them. An opening, a weapon, a chance to swing the fight in Riddick's favor. Please just one.
Then Raduski was on top, his hands around Riddick's throat. She jumped on his back, grabbing his hair, pulling his head back. Her other hand clawed at his face.
Raduski stood up, trying to flip her over his head. Riddick pulled up his legs and donkey kicked Raduski in the chest. They, Raduski and Michaela fell backwards.
She tried to curl, to slap out but her head hit the floor and she felt her brain bounce off the back of her skull and hit the front and the room went red then black.
Someone picked her up under the arms like a child. Riddick's face was inches from hers. "Stay-"
"Knife!" Did she shout? Not that it mattered. Riddick let go and she dropped back to the floor.
She saw metal flash, Riddick's back, he twisted. The knife seemed to pull Raduski's hand past Riddick's ribs. Riddick wrapped his arm around the Raduski's and jerked up. The knife dropped to the floor.
It clattered as it landed, a double bitted blade cut from a single piece of steel. A manufactured diver's knife, not a shiv. Michaela reached out and took it. A real knife.
Above her head, Raduski was choking out his life. She had time to hide the knife in her cleavage. Don't bend over, whatever you do Riddick bent sideways and pulled her back to her feet.
"We're leaving." He glared and the fighters made way.