Gyn Wolf's Story: Chapter Six-The Truth About Gyn

Gyn stretched luxuriously a purr erupting from her throat. Riddick was straddling her bare thighs, his hands planted on either side of her body and his tongue on her skin.

 He licked a line from the base of her back to the base of her neck. Her skin was raised in the places where the whip had shred her skin. “You like that?” he growled, sliding his tongue along the length of one particularly long gash. They were close to healing, but most of them were still angry and red looking. “Will these heal all the way, or will you have scars?”

“Yes, and sort of. They’ll heal mostly but there will be slight scarring.” Riddick growled and licked another wound. “You remind me of a big cat,” she said.

Riddick made a sound akin to a growl and a purr. “Panther,” he drawled. “You remind me of a cross between a wolf and a smaller cat.”

Gyn rolled over beneath him. “Smaller cat? I’m doubting you meant the domestic type though.

” Riddick shook his head. “Hell, no. Far from domestic. I was thinking... leopard.Smaller but equally dangerous. But you’d have to be a black leopard.”

 “Even though I’m blonde?” she questioned.

He nodded. “Yeah. Even though you’re blonde.” He kissed her then. “We have to get out of here tonight.”

 Gyn looked into Riddick’s silvery eyes. “Where is it we’re going?”

“I’m not sure. Away from here. The Company must be on my trail by now, after I broke you out of that place. Who were those guys anyway? They weren’t Company Rangers.”

A guarded look slid over Gyn’s eyes and she put her hand on Riddick’s chest, pushing him away gently so she could sit up. He watched her as she thought. He could almost hear the gears cranking in her brain.

“No, not Rangers. They had a score with me though.”

“What did you do that they locked you up like that?” Riddick searched her face, but when questioned or disturbed it was obvious Gyn clamed up her emotions rather efficiently.

With a sigh, Gyn tried to explain what happened. “When I got out of Slam, I had no money. All I had was a scrap-shitty Prowler and some canned beans. Along with a half empty water canteen I made my way to the Aries System.

“It wasn’t a pretty place. Not like home, but I was able to get some bounty jobs and took up being a sort of... well, to be a blunt, I was a merc. I made some cash and was able to look for Ven and Brand at the same time.”

Riddick frowned at her. “Merc?” he drawled.

Gyn’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t look at me that way. I didn’t do like Company men. I was decent to all my prisoners. Mostly ‘cause I knew what they were going through. It was a job, not my life.

“Anyway,” she continued. “I ended up lockin’ up a guy that had some nasty friends. I wasn’t able to get him all the way to a bounty check-in point so I went halves with a friend. He paid me half of what the guy was worth from his own pocket on the spot and then took the entire bounty himself to pay for it.

“Like I said, the guy I locked up had some friends. They found me and when I wouldn’t tell them where their man was and who’d taken over the job for me, they beat me up. I got lucky when you found me. I would be one of three things right now if you hadn’t.”

“What three things?” Riddick asked.

 Gyn lifted her dark brows. “Well, I’d either be getting the shit beat out of me right now, unconscious, or dead. I was personally opting for unconscious at the time you got me, but could only hope for dead.”

Suddenly the guarded expression was back in Gyn’s eyes. “I never did ask you, Riddick, why you got me out of there. You learned of me from Jack, but what was it she told you about me? What did she say that made you come after me?”

“You made yourself disappear. The Company hasn’t come after you. She said you could make me disappear, that you could get me a new identity.”

 Gyn was silent for awhile. “I can’t help you, Riddick. I have to find my brother and sister.”

Riddick grabbed her shoulders. “I will help you find them. But you have to make Richard B. Riddick dead to the universe.”

 “You’ll help me, if I help you? Scratch your back and you’ll scratch mine?”

Riddick grinned slyly. “Or lick.”

Gyn grinned back. “Or lick,” she agreed.

“Are we agreed?” he asked then.

 “Yeah, we’re agreed. I’ll lick you’re back and you’ll lick mine.” They grinned at each other.

“There’s just one catch, Gyn,” Riddick said.

 “What?”“You have to tell me all about you and how you got thrown in Slam. I need to know who my allies are.”

Gyn nodded. “All right. But I deserve the same, Riddick. And you need to come up with a name if you want a new identity. If you want me to think of something you might get a name you don’t like so much.”

 Riddick chuckled. “Okay. Fair’s fair. We’ll trade stories and I’ll think of a new name. Get going, Gyn.”

Gyn took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Okay, all about me.” And so she began the tale that was her life.

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Gyn crouched behind the small ship that belonged to her parents. Just an hour earlier she’d found her younger sister and brother hidden there among a pile of supplies, shaking and afraid.

Ven had told her that the Rangers had come for their father. He’d killed some Rangers when they’d tried to kill their mother and she’d been pregnant with Brand. Now they’d found them. It hadn’t been easy either. Trys-Ornay was no small planet and the people had a way of disappearing into the woodwork, or rather, the woods.

But they Company had found them and now Reese and Drake Wolf were dead. Ven said they’d fought, killed six Rangers, but the other fourteen had shot them with big guns.

“Mama and Daddy took them down, Gynce,” Ven explained hurriedly. “While Daddy fought, Mama hid me and Brand in the ship with some stuff to watch over until you came home. Then she went after Daddy. But they got her, Gynce. They killed them both. Mama and Daddy are dead.”

 Gyn knew she couldn’t leave the kid their with the baby, so she’d tied ten-month old Brand to her back, grabbed eleven year old Ven by the hand, and ran. She ran for half an hour, dragging her sister along with her. When they got to the cave Gyn had slept in while she was gone, she’d left them there, with the supplies from the ship. Then she’d gone back, running even faster without her sister tagging along.

When she’d gotten back the Rangers had loaded their comrades bodies onto their transport ship and anything else in the house they had liked. At that moment, Gyn had realized why her mother had hidden things below the floor boards all those months ago. She’d known this was going to happen. That’s what the vision she’d heard her parents talking about had been.

The Rangers were gone now and still she huddled behind the ship. Her nostrils flared and she sniffed the air tentatively. No one was there. Her parents bodies laid on the dirt where they’d fallen, hole ridden and bloody, covered in dust that had been kicked up from the Company transport when it took off.

Gyn finally pulled herself away from the ship and grabbed a shovel out of the shed. Then she dug. She dug until her arms throbbed, her back ached, and her chest burned. Her shoulders screamed at her to stop the torture, and still she dug. Her callused hands couldn’t handle the strain and began to bleed, making the shovel handle slick and hard to hang on to.

To keep her grip, Gyn grabbed a rag out of the shed and ripped it in half. Then she wrapped the halves around her palms and kept digging. She ended up digging herself into a ten foot deep hole big enough for two people. She dug until she passed out on top of the shovel and collapsed.

When Gyn came to it was morning and the sun was pouring over her back. She was sweaty, dirty, and her hands and arms were covered in blood from digging her palms raw.

Now, she wrapped her parents in sheets from their bed and laid them side by side in the grave she’d dug. She was only eighteen and she was burying her parents already. Then she started covering them with dirt. It was exceptionally easier than digging the grave had been initially.

When they were buried she realized she’d allowed herself to become dehydrated and went to the kitchen sink. She lapped water from the tap like a man left stranded in the desert for a year, sucking the cool liquid into her parched throat. That was done. She gazed out the kitchen window at the grave and then headed back outside. Gyn made a tombstone from rocks. She laid two large round rocks at the head, side-by-side. Then she laid a ring of stones around the double grave. When that was done she planted two pine saplings on the grave, then doused them with water. They’d have to find their own way now, she thought sadly. Just as she would have to find her own way.

Taking clothes and as much food as she could carry on her strained back, she headed back to Ven and Brand. She was tired. So tired that when she got to them she dropped the supplies off her back, opened her mouth to say something and collapsed.

She’d been off hunting when her parents had been killed. She killed three big deer, gutted them and headed home to have her father help her bring them home before the bears got to them. She’d been gone for three days, mostly without sleep. Coming home to find her parents dead had drained what was left of her strength.

She woke up two days later. Ven was cooking over a small fire, a thatch roof diffusing the smoke so it couldn’t be spotted from the air. Brand lay on a blanket amusing himself with some river stones that he alternately sucked and threw around.

Ven looked up to see her sister stirring and rushed over to her. “Gynce, are you all right? When you came back and fell over I thought you were dead. You scared me shitless!”

Gyn groaned and sat up, pushing with her weight up with her hands. Her palms burned and she looked down at them curiously. Ven had wrapped them and blood had seeped through the white bandages. “I’m sorry. I was just so tired...” she trailed off.

Ven shook her head and then, spontaneously, threw herself at her sister, wrapping her arms around her waist and burying her face in her chest. Sobs wracked her small body and Gyn held her tight. A single tear slipped out of the corner of her eye as she held her sister close, tracking a muddy trail down her dirty cheek.

“What are we gonna do without them, Gynce?” Ven asked, lifting her tear streaked face from Gyn’s shoulder.

 Gyn looked down at her. “We’re gonna be okay, Ven. I’m gonna take care of you and Brand. Don’t you worry about anything.”

“I miss Mama and Daddy,” Ven whispered somberly.

“Yeah,” Gyn whispered back. “I miss them, too. That’s why I’m gonna get revenge, Ven. The Company is gonna pay.”

After that, everything went smoothly enough. Gyn took Ven and Brand to another planet in the Ornay system. Crip-Ornay wasn’t much different from Trys-Ornay as far as scenery went. The three siblings slipped into an easy routine. Gyn and Ven built a small cabin out in the woods.

The years went by with Gyn making friends with other settlers out of Trys. They were friendly to their own but outsiders were shunned. That’s what kept them on Crip. No one was able to find them. The Rangers had heard that Drake had kids and they’d come looking for them. But hidden on Crip, they hadn’t been found. Yet.

Brand grew up strong and feral like his older sisters. Ven had Gyn’s looks, but opted to grow her hair long instead of keeping it in the fuzzy spikes that Gyn preferred. Brand was a throw back to their father, with his black hair. He had the same wolf silver eyes and dark skin though.

When Gyn was twenty-three and making money any way she could. Some were good, honest ways. Most weren’t. On one of her trips she ran into some Rangers in a bar. They were familiar but she passed it off as to the fact that after a while all Rangers began to look alike.

Then they’d approached her. “Hey, there, pretty lady,” the first Ranger had said.

Gyn looked up at him, not saying anything. The second Ranger leaned over her. “Why don’t you come with us?” he said suggestively.

Gyn grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled his face level with hers, baring her teeth. “Don’t touch me, jackass,” she growled. Then she pushed him away roughly, knocking him on his back.

“Bitch!” the first Ranger said. He pulled back his fist and tried to hit her.

She dodged his wild fist and pulled her blade. The whole thing had ended with Gyn killing the two Rangers with her knife. She’d killed the three others that had jumped her after realizing what had happened. They weren’t much of a challenge drunk off their asses like they were.

No one else had bothered her about it. They all hated the Company, too. It was then that she’d realized the two first Rangers had been at her house five years earlier, gunning down her parents. She spit on their faces and left.

A few months later, after Gyn had just turned twenty-four, they’d found her, Ven and Brand at their place in Crip-Ornay. Then the real trouble began.

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Gyn paused in her story and looked Riddick in the eye. She tugged one of the blankets Riddick had dug out of an old trunk around her shoulders tightly. “I need to get dressed, Riddick.” Riddick took a deep breath.

“Yeah. Me, too. You can tell me more later. For now, let’s just get out of here.”

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