Chapter 4

The music downstairs was so loud I could feel the vibrations through the floor and into my feet. As I got older, I started sitting on the bed (if it looked clean) to wait for Riddick. He still hasn't gotten the clue.


Entranced in the beat and rhythm, I almost didn't hear the footsteps that stumbled closer to my door. It was rare that Riddick would come back drunk, but it happened now and then. I guess the loneliness got to him. He'd get drunk and rent a whore, who was all too happy to accommodate him.


I leaned back on my hands when I heard rustling at the door. When the knob didn't turn, I got suspicious. "Riddick?" The rustling stopped. "Riddick? Can you not find your key?" I asked, getting up from the bed.


I got half-way to the door, when the banging started. My voice sounded panicky to me. "Riddick?! What are you......what's happening?!"


The banging got louder, and I could see the door rattling in its hinges. It was about to give way to whoever's weight. That single fact made my mind clear out of its panicked state.


Running to our bags, I grabbed the shiv that I carried myself. We never carried guns; it attracted to much attention from the authorities. I positioned myself a couple of meters away from the door, and braced myself for the inevitable attack.


My eyes zeroed in on the shaking door, and the music slowly faded away until all I could hear was a low hum.


The rattling of the hinges transformed into a clanging sound as I watched one finally give way. The door swung on it's last hinge, and behind it, stood a man that wasn't Riddick.


His glazed-over eyes somehow focused on me, and a crude grin spread across his gritty looking teeth. Somehow, I found the strength to swallow, while I watched my hands shake slightly from the tension. I willed my arms to stop, remembering what Riddick had once told me: never show fear.


I put on the bitchiest face I could manage, and scowled, "Get out of here!"


The man stepped over the door and responded, "What are you gonna do, tiny. Beat me up?"


"No, but I got a big boyfriend." I managed to growl, keeping myself from taking a step away from the stranger.


"Oh, so you are a girl. Thought I'd have to settle for a little testosterone tonight, but pussy'll do just fine." he slurred, taking another unsteady step forward.


"No, just gay." I growled, involuntarily taking a step back.


"Let's just see about that." He lunged at the same moment I swung the shiv, hoping for contact, and knowing that if the shiv didn't connect the first time, I probably wouldn't win this battle.


It didn't connect.


I felt a hand grab my hair, while another greasy hand took a firm hold of my wrist, squeezing it until I dropped the shiv. Pulling my head back, his hand searched under my shirt until he reached my breasts. With a satisfactory growl, his hand went lower, until he reached my waistband.


"You son of a bitch! You're gonna die!"


The next thing I knew, I could feel his chapped lips pressing roughly against mine. I tried slapping him with my free hands, but I couldn't make him stop as he plunged his other hand down my pants and his dirty fingers into my vagina.


Screaming, I bit into his lip . . . .hard. I drew away before the blood could enter my mouth, and watched as he screamed in pain. He tried to back up, but toppled over in his drunken state.


Seeing my opportunity, I grabbed the shiv that had fallen on the floor, and headed toward the man. When I reached him, he was holding his lip; and from what I could tell, I had bitten all the way through. Heh, don't mess with Jack.


Raising the shiv above my head, I said my final, appropriate words, "Goodbye, bitch." and began to aim for his heart, when I felt contact against my legs, making my lose my balance and fall to the floor.


The son of a bitch had tripped me.


Before I could roll back onto my feet, the drunk had straddled me, pinning my arms above my head. He started to pull my pants down, saying "You're gonna love this."


"Go to hell, you bastard."


He stopped struggling with my pants, and looked up, suddenly furious. Releasing my hands, he reared back and punched my left eye. This wasn't a slap either. This was a full-force punch from a man a lot strong then I. The explosion was in my head was enough to knock me out, but somehow I stayed in the middle of conscienceness and the world of sleep.


I felt I was done for sure. I had no strength left, and couldn't even think properly. However, the next thing I knew, the man was knocked off of me. It was weird, because there should have been more noise, some kind of commotion, but I heard nothing.


That's how quick Riddick slaughtered the man.





Author's Note: Aren't you all proud of me? I updated! I'm not sure when I'll get the next chapter out, b/c I'm going on vacation during the holidays. But I can guarantee you, you'll find out why Riddick left in the next chapter. But don't worry, the NEXT chapter after that, Riddick will come back . . .