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Chapter 2:

Dungeons and Dragons Pt. 2

The entire room was a rainbow of grays and blacks. It had a very Romanesque yet gothic style to it. A balcony that surrounded the entire room was held up by about a dozen or so carved pillars and the room was empy except for a large, grandoise throne that sat towards the far back of the room. Several doors branched off the room, to where, Gwen and Morgan didn't know.

Many others, dressed in the same attire as the gaurds, filled the room, not to mention the scarce amount of women that littered the room. They were wearing some kind of tight fitting dark dresses. There were several more prominent looking men and women near the throne and in the throne sat a man. The two women couldn't make out much of any facial features but they knew that he was big.

Gwen and Morgan had no idea what was going on. They'd never been in a place like this before in their lives. There was no place on earth that they could possibly think of that looked like this, but then again, they were beginning to think this wasn't home anymore.

Gwen lightly touched her painful temple and blood smeared her fingers. A lot of blood. And that's not good.

The two guards pushed them both from the back of the room towards the front. That's when they noticed that the people in the room were staring at them with something like strange fascination. The group split in the middle to let the women and the guards pass, their heads turning as the awkward two walked by.

Morgan and Gwen looked up at the man sitting in the throne and the handful of others surrounding him. Gwen gulped loudly and Morgan shifted her eyes in Gwen's direction.

Gwen and Morgan stood no more than fifteen feet away from the man and what Gwen supposed were his 'cronies.' None of them seemed too pleased to see the women.

The two guards pushed Gwen and Morgan on their knees. They didn't protest. They wanted to, of course, but they had more brains than that. Gwen suddenly began to feel something warm and wet trickle down the far side of her head. She didn't think she hit her head that bad...

"Lord Marshal, you've only been ruler for a week and already there are assassination attempts on your head?" one of the men, the man standing right next to this 'Lord Marshal', said. It was more of a strange question rather than a statement. He wasn't wearing a helmet like nearly half of the others were. He was holding his helmet at his side, his right arm tightly wrapped around it.

"This wasn't an assassination attempt, you moron. And for the final time, damnit, stop calling me Lord Marshal. It's Riddick, got it?" the man in the throne growled, but it wasn't really a menacing growl. This was just his natural voice, perhaps a little annoyed, but still his natural voice. He wasn't wearing a helmet either, in fact, he wasn't wearing the same garb as the others. He was in a tight, black t-shirt, dark gray pants, and what appeared to be combat boots. His head was shaved, too. But what really got to Gwen and Morgan were his goggles. He wore a pair of black goggles that completely shielded his eyes from the view of the world. He sat there awkwardly in the throne, too, like he had never experienced it before. But then again the man with black hair and pale skin beside him said that he had only been Lord Marshal for a week.

"How did they get in here then, my Lord...." he cleared his voice, "Riddick? It's nearly impossible. They have to be an expert at this. They can't be amatuers." said the man beside this Riddick character.

Gwen shut her eyes tightly. She felt like the world was spinning around her. She felt wobbly and unstable. She placed her hands on the cool marble floor to stable herself. She knew her head was bleeding, but at this point she felt it was better to just keep her mouth shut in front of these dangerous people. They didn't need to know the sight of blood scared the hell outta her and nearly drove her into a panic. She's even passed out from it And besides, she knew Morgan would handle any problems. The woman was very diplomatic. One time, for example, she talked three older men out of beating the hell out of Gwen when she got drunk and nearly started a bar brawl with them. They were big bikers too.

She grunted as she touched her head again. More blood appeared on her fingers. Gwen's hand started trembling, not only from the shear pain, but also from the simple fact that it was blood. Her blood.

Morgan heard her grunt and looked over at her friend. She saw her looking at her fingers which were tinted red. Then she saw the blood on the side of Gwen's head.

"Oh my God." Morgan mumbled. "She needs help. She bleeding!" she said more loudly and caught the attention of the guy with goggles and that pale man standing next to him, who were, before that, discussing the what they thought to be the purpose of the two women being there. Actually, it was more like the man with the goggles, Riddick as he called himself, telling the pale guy that Gwen and Morgan weren't deadly assassins out to rid the universe of Rickard B. Riddick.

Riddick and the pale guy looked over at Morgan, who was pointing to Gwen who was still staring at her fingers and didn't even realize all attention was on her.

"You will speak when spoken to." the pale man growled. "Have more respect for the Lord Marshal. You should actually be dead right now."

Whoever this was, he seemed dangerous. Morgan's eyes widened and she put her hands up in defense. "Listen, um, whoever you are, I didn't mean any harm. Really! She just..." Morgan looked over at Gwen who was now slowly wiping the blood on her gray jeans, "really needs help. She's bleeding pretty bad! And she really hates blood..."

"I don't care if she's--"

The pale man was cut off by Riddick, who had a look of annoyed disgust on his face. "Shut up, Vaako. Now," he began smoothly, but still in that deep, masculine growl, "I'll get a doctor for your friend if you two tell me who you are, where you came from, why you're here, and how you got here"

Morgan gulped. She didn't know how she should respond it to, but right now her best bet to get out of this was honesty. "Well, um, I'm Morgan and she's Gwen. We, uh, we come from Ohio. Know where that is?" This didn't seem like the type of place that would know where Ohio was, but then again, she didn't want to make it seem like she was talking to a 5 year old. She didn't want to get beheaded or anything scary like that just because they considered her diction to be disrespectful. Riddick didn't respond to her, he just watched her intently. Well, that's what she assumed anyway since he was wearing those damned goggles. "And, well, there's no real reason why we're here. We're not supposed to be here and we don't know how we got here. We just woke up in a jail cell here about a half hour ago." There was silence for a moment. Morgan got nervous. "Please tell me you believe me...?" she murmured.

While she spoke, Riddick watched her intently and studied her features. She had messy brown hair that was held in a loose ponytail at the back of her neck and blue eyes that seemed to beg Riddick to believe her. She wore a tight, yellow button up shirt and a black tank top underneath and a pair of dirty, worn jeans with holes in the knees and an old pair of yellow sneakers. He found her style to be careless and messy, but that intrigued him. Her brows seemed to furrow when she asked a question and she bit her lower lip often. He found all of her little habits fascinating. His eyes skipped to Gwen briefly, who now had her hands on her knees, and he saw her head lolling back and forth, as if she was about to pass out. He saw the blood on the side of her head, too. She had obnoxiously bright red, shoulder-length hair and strikingly green eyes that completely clashed with her pale skin. She wore a pair of gray jeans that were way to long for her and almost completely covered her bright red high tops. She wore a white tank top with a black, zip-up hoodie over it. Neither of these outfits were considered appropiate dress for Necromongers... or anyone else that Riddick could possibly think of. Maybe mercs, but they didn't have the arrogant, trigger-happy attitude of so many other mercs that Riddick knew.

Riddick finished listening to Morgan with something like boredom. "I don't believe you." he said nonchalantly as he carelessly studied a shiv that he pulled out of his pocket

Morgan quickly glanced at Gwen and saw her unstable condition. "I told you the truth! If you don't want to believe me,fine! But please get Gwen to a doctor! You told me you would!"

Ah damn. He knew he should've been more specific, but first he wanted to know what happened. "How did she get that wound?" he questioned, completely ignoring her.

Morgan glanced at one of the guards menacingly. "He did it. We asked him where exactly we were and then to make us shut up he practically body slammed Gwen up against the bars of one of the cells. And now she's bleeding and the sight of blood makes her really... uncomfortable." The guard simply looked at Morgan with disdain, but said nothing.

"...Oh God..."

Suddenly there was a light thud on the floor and Morgan looked at Gwen. She had fallen back out of her kneeling position and her body was now spralled on the ground. "Gwen!" Morgan yelled as she scrambled to her best friend. The two guards that originally brought Morgan and Gwen into the throne room grabbed Morgan and held her back. "No! Let me go!"

Riddick stood up. "Take her to a private room. I'll talk to her later. And then bring her friend to the infirmary." Riddick wasn't looking at anyone in particular when he said that, but Vaako knew it was directed at him. He decided to take Gwen, since he couldn't be two places at once. Although sometimes that's what Vaako thought Riddick expected.

Vaako began walking away and two guards that stood on either side of Riddick grabbed Gwen by the arms and followed him, dragging her unconsious body out of the throne room and into a near by hallway.

Morgan was nearly wrestling with two other guards to get away from them. She grew up with four older brothers. She knew how to take care of herself when it came to men. Sadly, though, several more guards came along and held her down. Once she was calm, well, more like out of breath, they dragged her worn-out body down another hallway towards a private room, like Riddick requested.

She despised Riddick. He didn't believe her and didn't help her friend until she was already passed out. Her injured friend was only God-knows-where now. Morgan didn't know what was happening. She didn't know who these people were and she didn't have much time to ask. But hopefully she would get to speak to Riddick later. For now, she was out of breath and exhausted.

Gwen fell in and out of consiousness as she was dragged down the hallway. There were two guards holding her up and one in front of her. At one point she sighed deeply and the one in front of her, Vaako, as she learned his name was, turned around and glanced at her. They held eye contact for a moment before Gwen once again closed her eyes.

Gwen and Morgan both realized this was not good. They were separated in some foreign environment. One was injured and the other was comepletely empty of any energy. Not to mention they didn't know a single soul. And finally, they both were unaware of what the future held for them...