Title: Keep Your Eyes On Me
Author: Onyx Wildcat
Chapters: Finished
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Riddick
Warnings: Slight Language
Feedback: Not Required, but Always Very Welcome.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that pertains to the Riddick Universe. This is merely for non-profit entertainment for other writers/readers who enjoy the 'What If' pondering when thinking of Riddick and all his Riddick goodness.
Summary: Riddick finds himself talkin' to a helpful stranger…
Onyx's Note: Again, Big Bad took over my mind and made me write this. VERY different from my style of writing. It's basically through his perspective…almost like a script. And on that note, Enjoy this short but very interesting Drabble^_^
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Who am I?

-furrows brow-

Good question... Thing is, I don't even know...not anymore...not since...

-pauses and studies the young woman's face-

Your eyes are curious, I get that.

-grows a cocky grin-

I'm definitely better lookin' in person.

-decides to remove goggles; blue/fire glowing in the dark-

Heh...love the look on your face. Eerie aren't they?

-leans close and gives a slight grin-

You should see the fake badges when they see'em for themselves. Go from bein' all high and mighty to wide eyed and slack jawed.

-the grin fades-

Fuckin' Mercs...

But you ain't a Merc...are you?

-leans face close, breathing in her scent and growls-

Heh...no. Can't smell their filth on you. And that's what I don't get princess...

-cants head to the side, searching her eyes-

You ain't a Merc, you don't wanna cash in on me...

-narrows his eyes-

So what's with the questions?

-watches her bite her bottom lip-

Why are you; young, intelligent and very easy on the eyes...

-can't help but let his eyes roam her body; licking his lips in a lazy line-

…willin' to converse with Richard B Riddick...escaped Convict, Murderer?

-she tries to explain...somethin' about wanting to know the Man behind the Beast-

Hmmm... Is that right?

-scoffs-

Right...well, I'll be on my way...

-turns to walk away when she stops him-

What?

-glares into her eyes, waiting for her to cower or back away...when she doesn't, he smirks-

This ain't no party, Kid.

-watches her frown; jaw working, eyes suddenly narrowed. Riddick is slightly impressed-

You got some spunk, I'll give ya that.

-allows his face to go blank; voice deepening for effect-

But I ain't got time for your questions.

-she tells him he's a moron and Riddick just looks at her; silent and thoughtful. He waits as she calms herself and quirks a brow when she tells him she can help him-

And how...exactly, do you plan on doin' that…

-he leans toward her, his lips a breath away from hers-

…huh, princess?

-a slow grin devours her lips, a strange fire in her eyes when she whispers something only Riddick can hear. He goes completely quiet. Considers her offer as a breeze dances against them; cold, winter air promising rain-

Hmmm... You sure you want to aid a wanted killer?

-he searches her gaze again...seeing the truth within her depths-

Cuz if you do this...there's no goin' back. Once the Sharks catch your scent they'll be on your ass until they get you or ghost your ass.

-she shrugs...that fire still burning within her gaze. Riddick grows a slight grin at her spirit-

Right then...

-he slips his goggles on-

Remember one thing…

-gives her a grin and motions for her to follow-

…keep your eyes on me…

-Fades to Black-