Getaway...
Disclaimer: I don't own Riddick or the people who made him up.BUT I wish I did!!! What if a young Riddick met a girl who changed his life around? Takes place in a modern-day high school & group home and speeds to his life after the Hunter-Gratzner crash.hope you like it!
Truth walked into her new high school and eyed it with distaste with her overcritical eyes. Her long, raven black hair was pulled into a ponytail and she rubbed her arms underneath her black leather jacket, Truth sighed deeply as she escorted she to the front office.who was this tall, bulk of a woman? Her parole officer, caretaker, social worker? Truth D'Nay Vars had no clue and she didn't care all that much. Her belongings had been dropped off at her new foster home, if you want to call it that, anyway, now she was being enrolled and put through her first day of classes as a junior.
Lucky me, she thought bitterly as she listened to the secretary and principal smile at the new genius "thug" that had walked into their office. It was true, Truth was smarter then most.almost all of the teens her age, but her flaring temper and snappy attitude made it hard for her to stay in one place at one time. She hated that. She was seventeen years old and her parents were gone.not like she cared. Her old foster parents.her stomach clenched thinking about them and suddenly everyone stood up, she received a schedule for her classes and was whisked into the lobby.
"Have fun, Vars." the fat woman said as she walked out. Truth sighed and looked down the hallway, just as the bell rang. "Dammit."
Riddick had always loved math, so when he finally had his choice of some of the college level classes, he took full advantage. He, was an outcast, but welcomed his solitude. Not knowing anyone who wanted to get close to someone who looked at threatening as he did. About 6 feet even, with tan skin, his hair was cut close to his head and his brown eyes alert to most of the things and people surging around him. One person however, caught his eye.
A dark haired beauty, standing in solitude in the lobby, watching in distaste as some of the more popular girls pointed and whispered and the jocks leered. She stood, her clear purple eyes a contrast to her even toned brown skin made her look exotic and mysterious. Her lips were full, as well as her body. She stood at about 5-9, wearing a pair of tight dark blue, low slung jeans and black boots. She had on a tight white long sleeved tee shirt with a baggy black tee shirt pulled over it. A leather jacket completed her ensemble. Her hair was an impossible, raven black and deep violet, chin length and pulled away from her face, she clutched her schedule in her right hand, which had a ring on the middle finger, as she began to wade through the crowd.
Riddick stepped to the side, she was making her way to her classes, determined to find them herself, he looked her over, and the jacket stopped right above the curve of her buttocks and his stomach twitched. She spotted him out of the corner of her eye and stared up at him.
"IS there a fucking problem, man?" she said to the taller boy, who seemed to have a staring problem. Truth was tired of stupid people. They made her angry, hostile, ready for a fight.
The boy stared down at her in surprise and a slow smile crept upon his lips and he licked them before speaking. "I apologize for staring." He said simple, his voice, was deep and gravelly, like he had razors in his voice box. It made him, his smell, his eyes, more rugged, more like the predator Torrence assessed him to be.
"Yeah. Don't do it again." She said bluntly, eyeing him up and down, her gaze lingered on his broad chest and threatened to go beyond that and to his crotch, she huffed and continued down the hallway, mumbling under her breath. "Asshole."
When the hallway was finally clear she looked down at the ball of paper in her hand and smoothed it out, looking down at the list and committing it to memory. Her cheek twitched and she tossed the ball of paper in the corner and shoved her hands in the pockets of her jacket and headed into her Literature class. She walked in, not giving the frazzles teacher a second glance and sat in a seat, near the back, so she could see everyone and not be to intrusive.
Truth slouched in her seat, sighing softly. This was boring, how could they make her sit through things she already knew? She growled softly and glanced at the door as it opened and shut. There, stood the tan skinned sentinel from the hallway. She blinked and smiled inwardly, watching as he shuffled into his seat, blushing a bit because he had made it late. He sat in a seat to the left of her and she chewed on her bottom lip in thought, pulling out a pen with dark purple ink and a sheet of paper.
~A/N- these lil thingys.'-' will be what's written on the note.kay?~
-Hey there, cutie.-she scrawled on the paper, balling it up and tossing it at him. It hit his cheek and he jumped, making Truth giggle and wink at him.
What the hell? He looked down at the balled up piece of paper that had landed in front of him and blinked, looking around and spotting the girl from the hallway. Well, well, well.
He blushed as her wink and smoothed out the paper, reading her bubbly handwriting. He raised an eyebrow. She.was writing notes to.him? He frowned and pulled his pen from behind his ear.
-What the hell do you want?- he scratched down and threw it back, she caught it and read the note, laughing.
Truth -Aw.play nice. What's your name, love?- Riddick- Richard. You? Truth- Truth Vars. Your name suits you. What are you doing after you are released from hell? Riddick chuckled softly. -I'll still be there. Truth- Good. Then take a walk with me. Kinda new here. Please? *draws a heart* Riddick- Cute. I'll be glad too. Meet me out front.
"Richard Riddick!" the teacher yelled, making them both jump. Truth held the note in her hand and frowned.
"Why are you passing notes in my class. Do you want detention?" she screeched.
Truth raised her hand, "Actually, I forced him to write notes. It's my fault. I'll take the blame, ma'am." She said. The teacher glared at her and nodded, filling out some sort of seat as she walked up to her desk.
"It's your first day here. I'll just send you out of class.Next time, control yourself Miss. Vars." The teacher handed her a slip of paper, a warning slip of some sort and Truth nodded and blew Riddick a kiss before walking out of the class. The teacher glared at Riddick and he blushed deeply as the whole class burst into laughter.
End of school, summer was almost here and that, brought endless days, reading and walking around The Hedward Center for Displaced Children. Kids called it The Ward for short and paid it and its strict rules no mind when they were bored. It was a nice place to be, if you liked bad food, mean social workers and foster parents that couldn't and didn't give a damn about the children that took in.
Riddick growled softly as he shoved his books in his locker and headed outside to meet Truth in the courtyard. Her name had been called on the roll for almost all of his classes and it made him irritated that she couldn't be there. She actually made him laugh, smile, blush. What did she have inside her that made her.so.magnetic? Different?
He sighed deeply and sat down on a bench in front of school waiting. Where was she?
After a few moments, someone jumped into his lap and rubbed the top of his head. "Hey, baldy." Truth smirked at him.
"Short stuff." he growled.
"Giant." She shot back.
"Thug." He grinned.
"Outcast." She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket.
"Bad Seed." He said, chuckling at her ease in calling him names.
"Recluse." She looked up at him, sticking a Marlboro in her mouth and lighting it.
Riddick laughed set her beside him. She smirked and took a puff, letting it out in the air and leaning against him.
"How was your very first day of school?" he asked, widening his eyes in anticipation.
Truth stood up and grabbed his hand, walking away from the building and flicking ashes on the sidewalk. "Mister Principal had me filing folders all damned day. It seemed, that him and his secretary and a lil something going on in there. Got kinna steamy so I took a bathroom break." She said, shaking her head.
"Mr. Gregory and Old Ms. Haney? Ugh." he wrinkled his nose and she laughed, still holding his hand.
"So, Truth, where do you live?" he looked down at her with a raised eyebrow.
Truth threw her cigarette in a nearby bin and shook her head, letting a swirl of smoke pass through her lips. "Some kids call it.uh.the Ward? Yeah. I'm chillin there till-"
"What? You live there??"
Truth raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Yeah. So?"
"Shit.were brother and sister." He looked down to see her reaction.
"Oh.Incest.kinky." she bit her lower lip and winked. Riddick blushed and shook his head, looking in front of him. Truth laughed and hugged him, despite the face that he was still walking, she held on to his waist and walked behind him.
"It's alright. I like you as a friend already.so. Now worries? Okay, love?" she whispered.
Riddick nodded and stopped walking, causing her face to hit his back. He shook his head and turned around to face her. Truth rubbed her nose and narrowed her eyes up at him.
"You did that on purpose, jackass." she mumbled. Riddick raised an eyebrow at the sudden heavy Australian accent washed over into her voice and words.
"I'm sorry." He said, not sounding too sincere. He removed her hand and kissed her nose.
"Better?" he asked. Truth nodded.
"Better."
Disclaimer: I don't own Riddick or the people who made him up.BUT I wish I did!!! What if a young Riddick met a girl who changed his life around? Takes place in a modern-day high school & group home and speeds to his life after the Hunter-Gratzner crash.hope you like it!
Truth walked into her new high school and eyed it with distaste with her overcritical eyes. Her long, raven black hair was pulled into a ponytail and she rubbed her arms underneath her black leather jacket, Truth sighed deeply as she escorted she to the front office.who was this tall, bulk of a woman? Her parole officer, caretaker, social worker? Truth D'Nay Vars had no clue and she didn't care all that much. Her belongings had been dropped off at her new foster home, if you want to call it that, anyway, now she was being enrolled and put through her first day of classes as a junior.
Lucky me, she thought bitterly as she listened to the secretary and principal smile at the new genius "thug" that had walked into their office. It was true, Truth was smarter then most.almost all of the teens her age, but her flaring temper and snappy attitude made it hard for her to stay in one place at one time. She hated that. She was seventeen years old and her parents were gone.not like she cared. Her old foster parents.her stomach clenched thinking about them and suddenly everyone stood up, she received a schedule for her classes and was whisked into the lobby.
"Have fun, Vars." the fat woman said as she walked out. Truth sighed and looked down the hallway, just as the bell rang. "Dammit."
Riddick had always loved math, so when he finally had his choice of some of the college level classes, he took full advantage. He, was an outcast, but welcomed his solitude. Not knowing anyone who wanted to get close to someone who looked at threatening as he did. About 6 feet even, with tan skin, his hair was cut close to his head and his brown eyes alert to most of the things and people surging around him. One person however, caught his eye.
A dark haired beauty, standing in solitude in the lobby, watching in distaste as some of the more popular girls pointed and whispered and the jocks leered. She stood, her clear purple eyes a contrast to her even toned brown skin made her look exotic and mysterious. Her lips were full, as well as her body. She stood at about 5-9, wearing a pair of tight dark blue, low slung jeans and black boots. She had on a tight white long sleeved tee shirt with a baggy black tee shirt pulled over it. A leather jacket completed her ensemble. Her hair was an impossible, raven black and deep violet, chin length and pulled away from her face, she clutched her schedule in her right hand, which had a ring on the middle finger, as she began to wade through the crowd.
Riddick stepped to the side, she was making her way to her classes, determined to find them herself, he looked her over, and the jacket stopped right above the curve of her buttocks and his stomach twitched. She spotted him out of the corner of her eye and stared up at him.
"IS there a fucking problem, man?" she said to the taller boy, who seemed to have a staring problem. Truth was tired of stupid people. They made her angry, hostile, ready for a fight.
The boy stared down at her in surprise and a slow smile crept upon his lips and he licked them before speaking. "I apologize for staring." He said simple, his voice, was deep and gravelly, like he had razors in his voice box. It made him, his smell, his eyes, more rugged, more like the predator Torrence assessed him to be.
"Yeah. Don't do it again." She said bluntly, eyeing him up and down, her gaze lingered on his broad chest and threatened to go beyond that and to his crotch, she huffed and continued down the hallway, mumbling under her breath. "Asshole."
When the hallway was finally clear she looked down at the ball of paper in her hand and smoothed it out, looking down at the list and committing it to memory. Her cheek twitched and she tossed the ball of paper in the corner and shoved her hands in the pockets of her jacket and headed into her Literature class. She walked in, not giving the frazzles teacher a second glance and sat in a seat, near the back, so she could see everyone and not be to intrusive.
Truth slouched in her seat, sighing softly. This was boring, how could they make her sit through things she already knew? She growled softly and glanced at the door as it opened and shut. There, stood the tan skinned sentinel from the hallway. She blinked and smiled inwardly, watching as he shuffled into his seat, blushing a bit because he had made it late. He sat in a seat to the left of her and she chewed on her bottom lip in thought, pulling out a pen with dark purple ink and a sheet of paper.
~A/N- these lil thingys.'-' will be what's written on the note.kay?~
-Hey there, cutie.-she scrawled on the paper, balling it up and tossing it at him. It hit his cheek and he jumped, making Truth giggle and wink at him.
What the hell? He looked down at the balled up piece of paper that had landed in front of him and blinked, looking around and spotting the girl from the hallway. Well, well, well.
He blushed as her wink and smoothed out the paper, reading her bubbly handwriting. He raised an eyebrow. She.was writing notes to.him? He frowned and pulled his pen from behind his ear.
-What the hell do you want?- he scratched down and threw it back, she caught it and read the note, laughing.
Truth -Aw.play nice. What's your name, love?- Riddick- Richard. You? Truth- Truth Vars. Your name suits you. What are you doing after you are released from hell? Riddick chuckled softly. -I'll still be there. Truth- Good. Then take a walk with me. Kinda new here. Please? *draws a heart* Riddick- Cute. I'll be glad too. Meet me out front.
"Richard Riddick!" the teacher yelled, making them both jump. Truth held the note in her hand and frowned.
"Why are you passing notes in my class. Do you want detention?" she screeched.
Truth raised her hand, "Actually, I forced him to write notes. It's my fault. I'll take the blame, ma'am." She said. The teacher glared at her and nodded, filling out some sort of seat as she walked up to her desk.
"It's your first day here. I'll just send you out of class.Next time, control yourself Miss. Vars." The teacher handed her a slip of paper, a warning slip of some sort and Truth nodded and blew Riddick a kiss before walking out of the class. The teacher glared at Riddick and he blushed deeply as the whole class burst into laughter.
End of school, summer was almost here and that, brought endless days, reading and walking around The Hedward Center for Displaced Children. Kids called it The Ward for short and paid it and its strict rules no mind when they were bored. It was a nice place to be, if you liked bad food, mean social workers and foster parents that couldn't and didn't give a damn about the children that took in.
Riddick growled softly as he shoved his books in his locker and headed outside to meet Truth in the courtyard. Her name had been called on the roll for almost all of his classes and it made him irritated that she couldn't be there. She actually made him laugh, smile, blush. What did she have inside her that made her.so.magnetic? Different?
He sighed deeply and sat down on a bench in front of school waiting. Where was she?
After a few moments, someone jumped into his lap and rubbed the top of his head. "Hey, baldy." Truth smirked at him.
"Short stuff." he growled.
"Giant." She shot back.
"Thug." He grinned.
"Outcast." She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket.
"Bad Seed." He said, chuckling at her ease in calling him names.
"Recluse." She looked up at him, sticking a Marlboro in her mouth and lighting it.
Riddick laughed set her beside him. She smirked and took a puff, letting it out in the air and leaning against him.
"How was your very first day of school?" he asked, widening his eyes in anticipation.
Truth stood up and grabbed his hand, walking away from the building and flicking ashes on the sidewalk. "Mister Principal had me filing folders all damned day. It seemed, that him and his secretary and a lil something going on in there. Got kinna steamy so I took a bathroom break." She said, shaking her head.
"Mr. Gregory and Old Ms. Haney? Ugh." he wrinkled his nose and she laughed, still holding his hand.
"So, Truth, where do you live?" he looked down at her with a raised eyebrow.
Truth threw her cigarette in a nearby bin and shook her head, letting a swirl of smoke pass through her lips. "Some kids call it.uh.the Ward? Yeah. I'm chillin there till-"
"What? You live there??"
Truth raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Yeah. So?"
"Shit.were brother and sister." He looked down to see her reaction.
"Oh.Incest.kinky." she bit her lower lip and winked. Riddick blushed and shook his head, looking in front of him. Truth laughed and hugged him, despite the face that he was still walking, she held on to his waist and walked behind him.
"It's alright. I like you as a friend already.so. Now worries? Okay, love?" she whispered.
Riddick nodded and stopped walking, causing her face to hit his back. He shook his head and turned around to face her. Truth rubbed her nose and narrowed her eyes up at him.
"You did that on purpose, jackass." she mumbled. Riddick raised an eyebrow at the sudden heavy Australian accent washed over into her voice and words.
"I'm sorry." He said, not sounding too sincere. He removed her hand and kissed her nose.
"Better?" he asked. Truth nodded.
"Better."