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Watching Sorrow	By : shatteredstar21 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19332 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter ten

As I watched Riddick from above, I couldn’t help but notice his movements were like a predators, he was wonderful to watch. I had watched while he observed the humans kill another of their kind. I watched him as he approached a large man who was burying a body, his knife was drawn; and while his manner was menacing, there was no sign that he actually planned on killing the oblivious man. As I moved a bit farther out of range of the sun to avoid my shadow falling upon Riddick again, I heard the large man scream; I turned my head and saw Riddick rush towards the man, turning my head I was just in time to see the man I didn’t know sucked deeper into the earth. Blood spattered from where he disappeared, splashing the walls. Riddick stood crouched over the hole for a moment when a man appeared from a hill that was in my line of sight to the crash. I watched as Riddick took a second to gather himself; he turned smoothly then and loped away only to dive to the ground awkwardly to avoid a bullet; I couldn’t wait anymore, I start my descent. He may not be mine, but until I die or he rejects me I am his. I will try to protect him…without drawing their attention.

I hit the ground to avoid Johns’ bullet, he was over me in seconds ripping off my goggles; kicking me and screaming about pulling shit on different planets; I was just tryin’ to minimize the damage… mostly to my eyes. The woman Fry, she pulled him off and the other woman; the one who hung with the kid started screaming and kicking me in his place; I looked up trying to see through the blinding light and only then realize that Johns had stepped back to smirk… he was gonna regret that. A shadow was quickly descending upon us and I realized with a chill that definitely did not belong on this planet with three suns; that I knew only one being that could fly and might try to help me; I hope that I am wrong, he seems far too gentle to do well against this lot. I hear him land and as I hear his purring voice I know that unfortunately I am correct. I hear him tell Johns that violence is not permitted. I hear John’s yell “what the fuck?!” cock his gun and start a rant about freaks. A shadow stepped in front of me and I heard a gun-shot and smelled the rich scent of blood. A light, feathered form falls against my chest as I hear the others rage at Johns. He seems to ignore them and gets me in cuffs. He drags me off toward the ship. I hear two of the remaining group as they grab the kitten and drag him along. They don’t know what they can do to help; but I hear them say that he is alive, and the one that is posing as male says that at least he won’t die in the heat. Johns locks me in the bunker. Both hands apart, but at least I can see; I watch as Johns grabs kitten from the females and throws him at my feet; I winced in my head; the kitten had been shot in the side, the blood had stopped flowing, so he was either in shock or dead. His wing was bent beneath him; it wasn’t quite broken but it couldn’t be comfortable for it to be bent at that angle. I know better than to show weakness in my face; it would be fodder for these wolves, but I truly wish I could help get the little one into a more comfortable position. He was the first being to ever try to protect me. I can’t help but wonder why he would try to protect me; I wasn’t exactly friendly during our meeting. The smell of his blood is starting to overwhelm me; it is a sweet delicious smell to me. I hear Fry’s footsteps, they have their own cadence; she is heading over to talk to me about the man in the hole I suppose. I glance down at the kitten again; he looks barely fourteen like this. His clothes are a white matte color; they are some sort of white loose hakama and a long tunic with a sash worn under a long loose coat. They cover most of his body, though the coat was mostly off and his tunic had a rent in it from where they had dragged him. As I watch him, I cannot help but feel something in me reach for this boy, my instinct tells me he is mine; mine to protect; mine to keep…mine to mate. It’s actually rather disturbing how visceral this feeling is. As Fry walks in quite obviously to interrogate me; I feel a sort of amusement; she isn’t going to get much out of me while I’m in this mood. Oh, well, let the games begin.

I feel my body throbbing in pain (though not as bad as it is after my torture sessions) as I hear a voice above my head, it is female and I do not recognize it; there is something off here. I sniff silently, not moving lest the female know that I am again in the realms of consciousness. There is the scent of a male; musk and the scent of a wild cat hunting in a forest; strangely soothing to me; the woman smells of sweat and lust, it is overwhelming and it takes me a minute to understand that they are my mate and another; a growl leaves my lips at the thought of another lusting after my mate. The woman doesn’t pay attention to my growl I cannot help but think that she is too stupid to survive this planet; my mate however does take heed, I can tell by the way he tenses; I can feel it in the air around us. As I allow myself to relax and gather information the woman speaks again. “Show me your eyes.” She orders him. That pisses me off; but I don’t move; who does she think she is to order my mate to do anything… I haven’t even seen his eyes yet! “Gotta come closer for that.” Riddick tells her, I can almost taste the amusement emitted from him in waves; I knew in that moment that it was going to be a weakness of mine. The woman takes a few steps closer to him; hesitantly, I feel approval well up… she should be afraid to approach what is mine; I don’t often share, and I can’t help but think to myself that this outta be amusing. “Closer.” Riddick purrs. She takes another step. Riddick jerks in his chains- standing abruptly- and she lets out a gasp I look up quickly; I am almost desperate to see his eyes; they’re beautiful, liquid silver and feral; it’s like a starving mountain lion- deadly but beautiful, something that is hard to look away from; even if he wasn’t looking at me. I felt a wave of jealousy; he was staring her straight in the eye, he didn’t spare me a glance. That was when I remembered; he isn’t mine and never will be. I will not offer myself again because the next time I am rejected I know I will die… and I have one more egg to offer life to before I can die.“How the hell do you get eyes like that?” I hear from the shadows by the doorway. Both my mate and the lusting woman turn to the girl I can smell there; I cannot quite turn fully towards her. I however can see Riddick's face; he is amused by the girl, in truth so am I. “First you gotta kill a few people.” He murmurs, his eyes became even more amused as I hear her gush “I can do that.” I smell the lusting woman, she is disturbed by this; it makes me wish I could see the girls’ face; it was bound to be amusing. “Then you get sent to a place where they tell you you’ll never see daylight again, and then pay twenty menthol cools to a man who calls himself the doctor to do a surgical shine job on your eyes.” The girl doesn’t say anything else but rushes away; she smells happy and Riddick smells of amusement and a strange sort of pride. Something about the girl tugs on me… and I know that she is one of the few that I will wind up trying to protect; even against myself. After all, Riddick considers her pack, I can tell. The woman smells of disapproval. It does NOT mix well with the sweat and lust. I let out a groan; and Riddick's attention turns to me. The woman steps towards me and I tense. That hurt; I am going to have to be careful not to do that again… I sigh; I hope I’m not going to get shot again, I may not die but it sure as fuck hurts. “Where is he? He’s not in the hole – we looked.” She asks Riddick, I can practically sense his annoyance- he already told her he didn’t kill him. “Look deeper.” He answers before she turns her full attention to me.

I watched the girl scamper away happily; barely paying attention to the rest of the conversation; I cannot help but feel a bit approving of her; she didn’t let me scare her bugshit like the others did; she was definitely on my to like list. I turned my attention to kitten as Fry steps away; Fry has taken position over him and I watch him tense… I heard the near inaudible hiss that emitted from his lips as he forced himself to relax again. Something in his scent spoke of resignation. He was expectin’ something bad I could tell. Can’t blame him really, come down from the sky and tell people not to be violent then get shot and wake up with one of ‘em standin’ over you; it’s bound to make you a little worried. Johns walks in; apparently he was listening in; he grins at me maliciously and grabs kitten by the hair. Yanking him up till he was sitting upright. He didn’t make any more noises but the agony was clear on his face. I felt myself jerk on my chains before I realize that I had made a move. Oh well, too late to make them think I don’t care now. I don’t make any other movements as Johns smiles nastily at me. “We will, Riddick, we will.” He turns to kitten and leers at him; Fry has already walked out; shame she didn't see this, she might think twice on trustin’ Johns. He quickly drops kitten and steps away, shaking his hands and glaring down at him. With a growl he kicks him, though he hasn’t moved at all; in any way and I growl in rage; there was NO call for that. Johns mutters about being shocked and walks out, though he gave a last lingering look at my kitten, though who knows when he became that, oh well, I’m not gonna fight my instincts on this; it left me to listen to the labored gasping of the kitten; who is once again bleeding and unconscious; and worse somehow, out of reach. I can’t do anything to help him, so I settle down and listen; after about fifteen minutes I can tell that they finally got someone with the courage to go down the hole the man Zeke was lost in. I can tell from the strange whispers that pick up under ground… then I hear screaming and I recognize Fry’s voice; trying to get their attention I start to jerk rhythmically on my chains… maybe they’ll get to her in time… not that I care or anything, but she seems to be one of two people in the group who actually have a brain… and the other one was too young to be listened to by the others.
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