She opened her eyes slowly and painfully to examine her surroundings, one of the first things she had been taught to do in a situation like this. She presumed she was still in the little house on Helion Five, but always expecting anything was a key trait to have.
The room was only lit by a dull bulb, not giving very much light for examination, but from what she could tell she was in a small bedroom. The walls were grayish in the dull light, her bruised and sore body pulled taut on a rather lumpy bed. Trying to adjust her hands to encourage blood back into her arms, she found silvery handcuffs glinting at her mockingly, attatched to the headboard. The headboard gave a groan when she pulled, but didn't let up. She tried to pull herself into some form of a sitting position, but stilled whenever heavy, yet cautious and feline sounding footfalls came towards the bedroom...
He knew she was awake by the groaning of the headboard, he needed to get out of the vicinity of this planet and he was taking her with him. He had spotted the comet hurtling for Helion Prime in his hurry to achieve the business he came for, but this girl had caught his attention in a death grip, walked right in and trampled his plans. She was trained, he could tell, but she made a rookie mistake and took her eyes off him for even a second; he rolled his eyes, not everyone you meet was going to be friendly.
He guessed she had been trained to use the knives on her, what would be the point of carrying them around otherwise? He had a suspicion she was Furyan, yet he had no proof, just a hint of a scent. Now she was awake and he would force her to confirm his theory. He glided silently into the room, and switched off the light before she get a good look at him. All thoughts of forcing her to do anything except take his cock left as his mind as soon as he saw her small frame heaving on the bed, hands strung above her head in the handcuffs.
"You made three mistakes." His gruff deep voice settled in the almost silent room, her heavy breathing seconded his voice.
"One: you took your eyes off me." She was already angry, he could tell by her scent. He smirked, and reveled in the fact that he wasn't done yet,
"Two: you didn't come in with your knives in fighting position." She huffed a breath, he guessed out of annoyance,
"Three: you didn't watch your back." He finished, waiting for her reaction with his head cocked.
"Are you done with the sermon preacher?" she asked somewhat innocently, but let some sarcasm drip in her voice. He knew that she didn't try, he would bet that she could make a sailor blush with some of the language that was left hanging in the air.
"What the hell are you thinking?" she asked. He didn't answer, instead he uncuffed her hands from the headboard, quickly cuffing them together before she could react. She struggled on the bed, as if having her hands cuffed together instead of to a headboard would make a difference, while he just lifted her, and threw her over his shoulder.
"I can fucking walk!" she almost yelled, he just kept quiet, his amusement not showing in the darkened house. He carried her out to the ship thrown over his shoulder, not at all straining under her weight. He had become fond of the ship he had high jacked from Toombs, the one taken when the idiot and his team came looking for a mil. bounty on his head.
He dropped her in a chair making sure to adjust her seat straps. Taking care not to brush too much of her skin, covered or uncovered, he was scared of the electric tingles he had felt when her bare skin touched his shoulders.
She got time to study him under the low lights of the pit as he did this task, it didn't take long to figure out that this was Riddick, a badass killer known for his bad temper, his tendency to slaughter Necros, and his high bounty, as decided by mercenaries. She had heard of him through gossip in bars, prisons, underground cartels, any 'sane' place really; those tiny little suburb planets that retained normalcy kept their noses firmly in their tiny realms of denial...Part of being in such high-level prisons was not decided by how many people you kill; it's decided by who you killed. The slaughter of several cocky, and sexist, diplomats landed her in those types of places...his, however, was quality and quantity.
His head was shaved, leaving him bald in a roguishly handsome way. His black goggles firmly in place over his eyes, hiding the shine-job that had taken place in Butcher Bay. His regular black cargo pants, boots, and wife-beater were covering the physique that she would kill to see.
"Riddick." She whispered in a low, husky voice filled with questions and a tinge of worry.
He looked at her for long while, her eyes unable to decipher emotions through the black portals covering his eyes. Breaking eye contact, he got in the captain's seat, putting in coordinates for another planet and buckling himself in.
"You know my name, what's yours?" he asked, preoccupied with hooking up his Cryo-sleep controls, yet not turning them on quite yet, pressing a button to ensure the same equipment rose out of the armrests of her chair as well.
"Sarina." She answered, thinking pensively that there was no way the Riddick had heard of her.
"You been to Butcher Bay?" he asked with a low voice, keeping his emotions away from her senses, starting flip switches to lift off.
"Yes, once or twice." She answered slowly, as if afraid of his reaction to this answer.
"Hmm." He replied softly; she would not have been able to hear him without the Furyan hearing boost.
"What?" she asked out of a mild concern and curiosity; he turned the pilot's chair to face her, answering solemnly,
"I had some...allied inmates in that prison...one told me about a new girl, pretty, she had cycled through there a few times...One of my not so bright 'friends' tried to mess with her and she messed his face up...he didn't remember her name...or so my inmate said."
"Huh" she said, her tone telling him she was at loss at what to say... truthfully, and unbeknownst to him, remembered that guy; at such memories she smiled coyly. He turned away and took a deep breath,
"But you...not pretty, beautiful...it's been a long time since I've smelled beautiful.", The way he said that made her heart skip a beat. She was sure he had heard the error of her anatomy, but he turned the chair around and continued to switch flips, picking right up where he left off... her voice reached his ears tentatively,
"Aren't you going to let me go?"
"Not right now Rina," He kicked himself silently for the slip of the nickname, this girl just reminded him so much of Jack...
She was about to fight him about the answer to her question, and the nickname for that matter...But...according to stories she had heard, the only girl he'd ever nicknamed was Kyra; he called her Ky and Jack. She'd heard stories about the encounter on Hades, the desert planet, only a few lived now to tell that tale.
"I'm about to turn on your Cryo-Sleep system" she nodded reluctantly.
Cryo-Sleep was for an unmarked amount of time; it shut down part of your brain...the civilized side...all you could feel was the animal side, the Furyan side.
He noticed her breathing slowed and he got up to really examine her, even through the purplish tint of his eyes. He had an instinct on what she would look like... Wishful thinking maybe? She had brown hair on the verge of auburn, in his mind's eye. Her eyes, he knew were brown behind her closed eyelids, dark chocolate; he knew it had to be true, for her to say otherwise wouldn't become her. From what he heard she had passed up an eye shine. He had heard more about her than she thought, just not direct things like her name or her appearance. Usually that she was hot and she could kick ass according to prison 'gossip'.
He also had heard that she was a female Furyan, and ever since he heard that he was more interested, he had picked up what details he could without asking or prodding. It's not good for other criminals to know about an renown inmate's interests. If certain people know, other people could get hurt. But why should he care if she was hurt? He wanted nothing to do with the spoiled wake of humanity, curling with greed and petulance. Even she had to fit into the puzzle of such horrible "normal" people...
She awoke suddenly to find Riddick looming over her, again gazing down at her with those damned goggles. She suddenly wanted to see his eyes; suddenly wanted to tell what he thought of her through the silvery, pearl-like gateways. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked her cuffs, giving her wrists freedom. She flexed her arms, popped her joints, and purred, rolling in the feeling of the blood surging back into her arms.
He watched her flex, her soft muscles moving slowly, the sinews working. He had a compulsion to touch her, but he fought it,
"You hungry?" he asked.
"Huh, oh yeah…" she said absentmindedly, he turned to locate the brown bag of sandwiches he had grabbed at last minute, when her hesitant voice trembled,
"Can I see them?" he grunted in question, already knowing exactly what it was she wanted to see.
"Your eyes…" she said softly as he turned to loom in front of her again. Her breathing hitched and her hands shook as she reached up to remove the goggles; suddenly, as her fingertips felt the thick material of the goggles, the aircraft shook violently. The steel side windows sheathed upwards to reveal another aircraft beside them, Toombs in the pilot seat. Both muttered a curse, the girl grabbing towards her boot, while he reached into his belt.
"What happened to my knives?" she asked, rather annoyed with him at finding some of her hidey spots for her knives empty. He twisted his lip into an almost smirk and then handed her a couple wicked looking knives from his own arsenal. Toombs and three other guys jumped on the aircraft's side, opening the door haphazardly and storming in. Five more followed as the tension in the tiny ship rose to an untolerable level. Sarina fought the urge to growl, and instead turned to Riddick with a smirk of her own.
"Want to play my favorite game?" Riddick lifted an eyebrow, telling her to hurry the hell up and stop the dramatics in his own way,
"Who's the better killer?"