Chapter 2

I swallowed slowly, afraid of the man before me. I just watched him kill a man. Like it was nothing. His gaze got mine captured still. However the easiest way for me would have been to look way, I didn't dared to. I didn't knew why though.

I, once again, tried to move myself a little, but it hurt too much to get up. The man watched me with great interest before he halted my actions en gently took my scratched hand in his.

'What's your name,' he asked, while tracing the cuts all over my fingers. I involuntarily shuddered by hearing his deep voice again. Who was this man?

'Mia, I – I mean, my name is Mia,' I stuttered, feeling myself blush because of his closeness. His mouth formed a small smile, like he preferred my name.

'Beautiful,' he only said, giving me goose bumps all over my arms.

A loud bang was heard, when probably another part of the building crashed down. He slowly released my hand, before he stood and bent over to pick me up. I tensed and moved a little backwards, wincing from the pain I was causing myself.

'We need to leave,' he simply stated, before he once again kneeled and let his hands feel my legs. I didn't liked the fact he was touching me so much, but it seemed he was trying to find broken bones.

He didn't spoke during feeling me up, but once he finished he again moved to pick me up, only this time, he did. I winced a lot more than before, for all my muscles were protesting. My legs and my arms were so sore, I wondered what had happened. Why didn't I remember?

'Close your eyes,' he said while he carried me from the room. I wondered why. He stepped outside, and then I saw. Before us lay a destroyed city. Every single house, shop and even the road was completely broken down.

'What happened?' I asked, when I noticed bodies all around us. His eyes met mine briefly.

'Close your eyes,' he repeated softer than before, before he made his way out of the building we had been in. I felt tears coming, thinking about the people I loved, would they be gone too?

He kept a steady pace, even with me in his arms. We soon left the city behind us, walking into a green field. I saw no houses, not even sheds to hide in. But he kept walking. He not once complained or stopped to rest. I was leaning against his chest, a very broad one. I wondered if he was some sort of army man. His head was bold, very manly. But his eyes were the most obvious about him. Why were they silver colored? Was that even possible for a human being?

After what seemed more than hours we entered a forest. I was just wondering how long we would keep going until a small farm doomed from between the trees. He walked towards it, gently placing me on the porch, before he went to enter the house. I sat up straight, biting through my pain.

I watched him walk through the rooms, checking each and every one of them.

When he returned he walked right up to me, to gently carry me inside. I saw the place was probably abandoned, but the furniture was still there. An old sofa, and some chairs, even a dinner table with chairs. He walked me into the only bedroom the house had, and placed me on the bed.

'What has happened out there?' I asked him, hoping, praying for an answer. He met my eyes, but remained silent. I was starting to get very uneasy with him not answering me. Why had he taken me with him in the first place? I then remembered his first word towards me. "Mine" What did he meant with that anyway?

'Please speak to me, 'I then pleaded, tears once more rolling from my eyes. I saw how his whole demeanor changed, like he didn't liked to see me in pain. Why would he care about me?

'You are wounded. I will have to undress you to treat your wounds,' he said, his eyes watching me to see my reaction.

'I don't want you to touch me. Just- just let me be,' I softly cried. I couldn't even turn myself around, or walk away. How pathetic was that?

He took a step closer and took my face in his hands, his eyes right before mine. He studied me a minute before he spoke.

'You're mine to take care of. It was not a question.' He started pulling my sweater off, my pain to his advantage. I wanted to move as little as possible, so I complied, while crying softly. He also took my t-shirt off, leaving me in my jeans and bra. I felt naked and afraid. What if I couldn't trust this guy? And why did he kept saying I was his?

He gently felt my arms, my sides, and finally my chest. I saw I was black and blue, but there was no blood to be seen, to my great relief.

'Bruises,' he stated, before he pushed me flat on my back and unzipped my jeans. On this point I started to get nervous, he didn't even seemed to notice. He first took my shoes off, before he pulled my jeans from my legs.

I couldn't help but back away, using my arms to pull myself higher on the bed. He chuckled shortly, before he pulled my back by my ankle. I winced loudly.

'We're not done yet angel.' I stilled at his pet name for me. He gently touched my legs again, feeling my bones. He took his time with my knees and ankles before he released me.

'Nothing broken, but you're very bruised.' I just nodded. What did he want me to say? I was laying on a bed, before a very big, muscled, impressive man that had just undressed and touched me.

'Who- who are you?' I than dared to asked. He cocked his head to the side and watched me closely with this silver eyes.

'I'm Riddick.'