Working the streets as a pickpocket came so easy to me it wasn't even funny. Picking out the easy targets as well as the not so easy was a thrill, but also a lifesaver. Sliding quickly between bodies milling about the busy streets no one even felt me as I weaved my way in and out, being as I was very slight in stature at only five foot two and maybe weighing a hundred pounds soaking wet was a good thing for me, even if I didn't always like it.
Spotting a positively gigantic man wearing goggles walking slightly ahead of me who looked like a con and had a slight chip sized crease in his pocket made me smile slightly before breezing by him causing my waist length dark brown hair with natural red auburn highlights to flutter past him feeling slightly nervous about him being so big, but knowing he would only feel my hair brush him on my way by and not my very fast and very agile hand.
When I realized I was being followed I casually glance in a nearby window and notice with a shock that the huge man was following me looking extremely pissed off. Not waiting to see what he would do to me in his rage I took off to the nearest ally knowing if I could make it up the fire escape to the roof I could lose him. Flying past people I ran as fast as I could, which was fast, as I have never once been caught even though loads of people have tried. I round the corner into the ally and grab hold of the fire escape and pull myself up the first six rungs like a monkey before I'm tugged down and into a pair of steel trap arms before being pushed, slammed more like, into the building next to us. Struggling I wiggle around violently trying to escape before falling limp hoping he was an idiot and would let me go thinking I was settling down finally. When instead I felt his arms lock into place I start to feel panic creep over me like a gelatinous malignant sludge itching to pull me under.
As I feel a rumble at my back I jerk myself out of my self induced hysteria and listen to the giant at my back. "You think you can steal from me little girl? I think not, hand it over, now" feeling indignant at being called a little girl, I was seventeen damn it! I carefully let my death grip off his arms which were around me, one around my throat and one around my waist, up and reached into my bag, pulled the chip out and held it up for him to take. When his lower arm came up and grabbed it I carefully let my hidden blade in my boot come out before swinging my foot back hoping to catch him unawares and get him to drop me. Before I knew what had happened his other hand came out of no where and grabbed my leg, pulled off my boot and slammed his entire length against me this time causing me to whimper slightly in pain, and though I wouldn't admit it partially in arousal which just made me loathe myself even more for feeling that way when I was most likely about to be murdered. Feeling what felt like his entire body flex around mine and then his nose caressing the junction of my shoulder and neck with a deep inhale I shivered slightly before forcibly stilling.
"Hmmmm, does this excite you little girl? Having me push you up against a wall with your life in my hands," at this I noticed he had a shiv tapping on my stomach causing my eyes and hands, back to their death grip on his arm, to flutter in sheer panic, my inner voice screaming at me not to go like this, not to be complacent as I died. His deep velvety contralto voice almost sending me into convulsions as he made a very slight cut on my stomach making me let out a low keening whimper. The only consolation I had was that he didn't seem 'excited' by having me completely helpless, which was amazing as I didn't know any man who had that kind of self control, not in this galaxy at least. Snapping back to paying attention as he started speaking again I listened in groaning disbelief, he couldn't be serious! "I believe you now owe me for attempting to steal something highly valuable from me," here he pressed his thigh against the back of my knee firmly so I could feel the chip in his pocket, "as repayment you are to come work on my ship, no questions asked," the amusement rolling off of him made my wide eyes wider.
Oh, crap! He's a slave trader! Was my first thought, before I realized if he was he would have already, 'tested the goods' so to speak. Then what did he want? No way was I gonna be used as some sex toy for him! Taking as deep a breath as his arm would let me I calmed myself and thought it through, what else was I going to do? Stay here with my father and be a 'whore' and pickpocket for the rest of my days? At least this way I might be able to escape somewhere in the future and make my own life for myself. I really had nothing to lose and really, who was I kidding this guy wouldn't let me leave without some form of retribution it was better to have a chance at getting him back later when he was sleeping or something. Slightly nodding my head to show my agreement I heard his deep rumbling chuckle roll through me before he squeezed me in warning and dropped me. Instead of falling on my arse like he probably expected me to I landed lightly on my feet and pirouetted around to face him with large almond shaped violet eyes taking in his shined eyes and his goggles which were now on top of his head. My stomach dropped out from within as I recognised him to be THE Richard B. Riddick I swayed once before wrapping my arms around my waist and standing my ground. Was that approval in his eyes? What the hell? No, must just be a trick of the light, don't be ridiculous.
Seeing him giving my so called 'houri', or voluptuous and alluring, body, at least so I'm told anyway, I don't really understand it, but whatever, an unfathomable look, I lifted my chin and made it completely obvious I was doing the same to him. As I was being facetious anyway I decided to really look at the infamous Riddick and took in his stoic face with his glowing mercury eyes and bald head to his thick sinewy neck to the extremely broad muscled shoulders and huge arms wide chest covered with a black tank top his thin tapered waist and dark tan cargo pants with strong muscled legs and his black combat boots that looked like I could fit both of my feet in one. I trailed my eyes back up slowly retaking everything in, noticing a scar on the outside of his right hand before settling on the front of his pants, taking an involuntary step back when I realized I could see the outline of him through his pants which is usually hard to do when a guy is in cargo pants as it can hide, a LOT. So that put him in the extremely HUGE category something I just knew would never fit inside me, no matter how he might try, hearing a chuckle, more like felt it geeze he sounds as if a land slide just happened inside him, I looked back up at him, set my jaw and lifted my chin.
"See something you like kid?" Scowling at his amused look I spat out "Hell no!" immediately his face was wiped clean like a slate. He took a step towards me before tilting his head to the side and asking, "What's your name and how old are you girlie?" I was startled enough to answer truthfully, like a complete and total moron, "Brooklyn Keelie West seventeen years old, why?" As soon as I said it I groaned and felt like banging my head against the wall...repeatedly, what the hell did you go and do that for? Now he'll know everything about you before the night is up!
Noticing he was staring at me I snapped out, "What?" Faster than I could blink he was on me pressing his body firmly against mine and his arm pressed against my throat, as he growled into my ear "Don't get sassy kid I'm giving you the chance to go home and make whatever excuses you need to and meet me at the docks tomorrow, don't make me change my mind! You're not coming back so I'd suggest you make some damn good excuse I don't want anymore damn mercs on my ass. And don't even think about not showing up cause I will find you." With that Richard B. Riddick turned and walked away, more like prowled my mind supplied, oh shut up! Something like relief rushed through me though at the thought of never returning here, at least I wouldn't have to live in this cesspit that human kind had regurgitated and tossed to the outskirts of the universe. Easing my way back towards home I never noticed that Riddick followed me that night, so what I thought was now forever in my past, would come back to haunt me out in space in the form of the flesh encased steel body that was Riddick.
TBC
AN: Hey guys! for any of you who have read my other stories SORRY! My computer crashed and now I'm gonna have to go back and redo the chaps I lost but hey! I had this plot bunny hopping around in my head all day so decided what the heck I'll go ahead and write it. I'm gonna go do some errands then I'll put up the 2nd and maybe third chap of this story hope you guys like! :P PLEASE R&R! I love all kinds of feed back! :D