Let me start out and say that this is my first attempt at writing. I lost a bet with a
friend of mine who writes fanfics and this was what became of that. I might need
a female POV from time to time if anyone is interested. I do not own any of these
characters and I make no money off of them. Not following TCOR. Should I
continue?
5 years 7 months 26 days. Long time to be in Slam, even longer for me. I think it
might be starting to get to me. Skull fucking me .Making me remember things I
tried to block out. I left New Mecca as happy as I've ever been. I'd done
something honorable, felt like my life had some purpose. Okay, it took some
persuading for me to go back for the girl and holy man, but I'd done it all the
same. Almost doesn't count.
When we got into space I finally relaxed a little. I would never say it out loud but
those monsters fucked me up a little. People I could deal with, people were
predictable. People didn't normally try to eat me. After I set the skiff on auto-
pilot I planned to sleep, never know who would pick us up or when I'd need to
start running again. I was almost in the dream trance when the girl grabbed my
hand.
"So what do we tell them about you?"
It wasn't accusing or demanding. She'd say whatever I asked her too. She was
smart way smarter then the rest of them. She'd singled me out from the
beginning. Knew I was the best way off the rock, compelled to my inner beast so
to speak. When I answered her question her eyes bore a hole in me. We both
knew Riddick being dead was bullshit. The crash hadn't changed me all that
much. It was fun to pretend but as soon as the real world came at me, we both
knew I'd do whatever I could to survive. She nodded tearing her eyes from mine.
I noticed she left her hand. It was awkward for me. I normally didn't touch people
if at all possible. Liked to be the only one in my personal space. I settled back in
my chair and tried to forget her hand. It wasn't going to happen; I just couldn't
fall asleep now. I blamed it on her hand, but honestly it was the throbbing in my
leg. It hurt like a son of a bitch and I needed to get it looked at ASAP. There is no
place in the world for a crippled killer. I might have given out a frustrated groan
because she came out of her seat and walked to me. Bending slowly like you
would in front of a hurt animal she looked at my leg. She tore the part of my pant
leg that wasn't shredded and I heard her intake a hiss of breath. Her eyes came to
mine and she shook her head.
"Stay, I'm going to get the med kit."
She put her hand up in a stay signal and I almost laughed. Here I was on a skiff in
the middle of nowhere being Riddick the family pet. She came back bending in
front of me trying to get a good look at my leg.
"Riddick, you're going to have to take your pants off." She looked up at me
sternly; maybe she thought I'd argue. Hell I had no problem taking my pants off if
she was going to treat my leg. She was a kid from the street anyway; she'd
probably seen a lot of de-pantsing in her day. I had almost forgotten the holy man
was on bored until he spoke up.
"I forbid you Mr. Riddick to get naked in front of the girl."
I rolled my eyes. I wasn't getting naked I was taking off my pants in a very non
sexual fix my damn leg way. I gave him a look that said stay the fuck out of it and
raised my hips. She kept her eyes on mine giving me privacy why I slid the pants
down to my boots. She handed me a washcloth she found in the back and I draped
it over my lap. I heard the holy man start to pray and it annoyed me. Sure I killed
people, I broke out of places, I might be an animal but I wasn't a pedophile and I
wasn't a rapist. This girl was all of thirteen. Some people will think the worst
about you. I shook my head looking down at the girl now filling a syringe with
antibiotics.
"I'm not sure how long this med kits been here, but it's better than nothing."
I shook my head yes in agreement and gritted my teeth as she began to clean. The
worst done she began stitching me up and I was thankful she knew what she was
doing. I'd pay her back. A favor for a favor. I finally feel asleep somewhere
between the painkiller shot and the steady rhythm of her stitches.
I shook my head from remembering and got up. It was chow time and the shit was
worse cold than hot so I'd have to hurry.