You can lead a horse to water…
Summery: Riddick killed her parents when she was a kid. Now Riddick has to put his life in her hands in order to survive. Will she change to understand his past actions and will he change to become human?
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I'm begging you… festive, right?
Chapter one: Once upon a time…
A single drop of sweat tingled down her neck, continued down her spine and disappeared when it came in contact with the fabric of her top. She kept her feet ready to move and a hand at the gun in her belt.
"Gorgeous motherfucker ain' he, Frizz?" Fred said, noticing the way she looked at the man tied to the metal pole in the back of their ship. She spun around. She hadn't known he was watching her, hell, he was almost as good as her at sneaking up on people these days. Soon the only talent she would have to her self was her ability to have babies. A nervous hand found its way to her uncovered stomach, where a distinctive bulge was showing four months to go.
"Don't want you standing that close Frizz." Bendy said and showed her away gently. "You don't know what that son of a bitch is capable of."
She smiled at him, shaking her head, playing innocent and silly.
From a distance she kept watching the man, tough. He was clad in black, he looked strong, but was much stronger than you could imagine. His head was shaved, but a five o'clock shoved that his hair was dark. His eyes were blinded by Bendy's old shirt, which had been torn during the hunt, and his hands and feet was chained. Bendy and his crew weren't stupid. They knew exactly who they were dealing with.
But she wasn't no dumb blond either. She knew exactly what that sonuvabitch was capable of, and that was why she kept a hand at her gun at all times. Her baby might not be a lovechild, but she sure as hell wouldn't risk losing it for the likes of Riddick.
"It was a tough hunt, Frizz." Fred said softly. "Why don't you go rest for a while?"
"I wasn't even in the hunt, Fred. You made sure of that." she hissed, but left the cargo room none the less. Fred followed her into the dining area. "What would you have me do? You can't do field work, Frizzy. Not like that." He pointed at her stomach.
"Don't you patronise me, Fred. Don't you dare! I put in the hours, I did the research. I should have been there at the take-down! I deserved that much."
"Jesus, Frizz. When did this get so personal to you? He's just a payday."
She didn't even look him in the eyes; she just turned her back at him and bowed her head. "This has always been personal, Fred. With Riddick it's always personal." Then she left the dining area.
She had been put to bed and tugged in by first her mom and later, when she still hadn't fallen asleep, her father. She never had problems sleeping, but this night the wind kept her up. She got out of bed and found her way through the darkness. Her room was upstairs, all of the bedrooms were. Her's were just at the top of the stairs and her parent's room was at the end of the hall, next to her brother's room. Mattie was older than her, already twelve, but he loved her and he'd rather hang out with her than play in the cage with his friends. The cage was a large football field, which had been fenced in for the protection of the children, and two volunteer parents stood guard at all times.
They lived in the safer part of the city, but here the parents were wealthy and a constant fear of their children being kidnapped for ransom had caused the parents to take these measures.
But there were no guards around their houses, just the electric fences and burglar alarms, and those could be fooled. And no one was better at it than Riddick.
She was halfway to her brother's room, when she heard the scream. Her mother screamed only once, but it was the sound Frizz would remember the clearest as she grew up. She was knocked over as a young man ran into her. He was covered in blood, a wild expression on his face, almost animal. He got up, pulling a knife on her, pressing it to her throat. She stared into his dark eyes for a few seconds, and in the end he put down the knife and left her sobbing on the hallway carpet until the cops found her the next day.
The cops called it a failed robbery, she called it murder.
Both of her parents dead, she and her brother was sent off to their uncle. Mattie didn't like it, so he took her hand one night and the two of them ran away together. He got killed and she got picked up by the mercs. And she had been hunting Riddick ever since.
In and out of slams, dozens of different merc crews, hundreds of different planets. This whole world wasn't big enough for him to hide in.
And in the end she got him, and it would just be a matter of days before he would be safely stored away in some triple-max, no-daylight slam on Crematoria.
She smiled and rubbed her stomach. She walked through the darkness in the dining area, and pushed the button to open the doors to the cargo room. He was still sitting there, tied up, blindfolded. Bendy would have put him in Cryo-sleep, but she told him that it wouldn't really matter. The motherfucker didn't shut down in Cryo-sleep like other people did. Maybe 'cause the sonuvabitch wasn't like other people. This man could slaughter innocent people and sleep like a baby at night.
She stepped closer, held her breath, stepped as lightly as she could, he still heard her. She heard him take a deep breath, then he groaned. "You smell familiar." He said in a husky voice.
"Frizz?" she took a step back, just as Steve entered the cargo room. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I needed to know." She said and looked at the young man. He sighed and nodded. Steve was the only one aboard the merc ship she had told about her past. "You keep a distance, Frizzy. And call if you need me. Don't be a hero on this; Bendy will have your head if we lose that guy. And he'll have mine if I lose you." She smiled at Steve and watched him as he left.
"So." Riddick said in a low whisper. "What is it you need to know?"
She looked at him, watched his body through the darkness. She didn't have his eyes, but she could see his chains well enough, and they looked safe. She stepped closer again.
"I know your smell." He repeated. She didn't answer, but she could feel a lump forming in her throat. "You're angry at me for something. I could hear it in your voice before and I can smell it now. And you're scared. Not that strange, most people are when they're alone with me." He smiled. "Even if I'm the one who's tied up for a change." He took another deep breath. "And you're pregnant." That made her stop. She put a hand on her stomach, as a mental protection. She wanted to go back, leave the cargo room and have Bendy kill the son of a bitch.
"You killed people I loved." She said, her voice breaking at the last word.
"That happens a lot. Did I kill the father of your child?"
She stopped dead. "No. you killed my parents." She said, almost crying now. Riddick tilted his head, seamed to think for a moment. "How old are you?"
She didn't answer. She stepped back, tripping over a cable. He sat up strait now. "You're that kid, the blond. The girl in the hallway." She stumbled back finding the door in the darkness. She got it open and fell out into the dining area and shut the door behind her with a sob. Steve got up from his seat at the table. "Are you alright, Frizz? Did he hurt you? Did he? I'll cut his dick off if he tried."
She shook her head and puked. "That was so stupid. So bloody stupid." She got up and ran for her room where she curled up on her bed. She thought she had been strong enough for this, but she wasn't. She hadn't been ready to see him, and now he knew too much about her. And she still didn't know why. Why he had killed her parents. Why he had let her live.
Eamon: I've reread and corrected a few mistakes, spelling and grammar. Feel free to point them out to me if you finde any more. Hope you like, reviews appreciated.