Riddick really liked it here. I mean, sure, every once in a while he had an urge to go on a massive killing spree, but who didn't? And there was the small fact that there was probably a small army of mercs just waiting to see him and take him back to Slam. It didn't matter that he was supposed to be dead; they would hunt him until they found a body. But other that that life was good. He even heard from Jack and Imam every once in a while.
The first thing that he had done upon his arrival was steal a car. A 1989 Camaro, white. It was practically his baby. And since Earth was so wasted by the war no one had ever bothered him about it.
Riddick saw someone up ahead. Walking along the side of the road. Maybe he would pick them up...it would be the second good deed in his life. He must be going soft.
The first thing he noticed when he stopped was that she looked a lot like Jack. Only her hair wasn't shaved. It was short, spiky and blonde. She was well built and looked like she could defend herself. She was wearing black leather pants, and boots, with a black tank top. And she had on sunglasses.
Riddick leaned into the passenger side and rolled down the window. "Hey, you need a ride or something?" Riddick asked gruffly. The woman bent over to look in the car. He peeked at her over his own sunglasses, so that she could see his eyes. "You might not want to ride with me." Riddick grinned at her. It was obvious she was in her own little world.
She squinted at him, not believing what her eyes saw. No, it couldn't be. "Funny. I was just thinking the same thing." With that said, she got in. After a moment, she peered at him some more. It had to be. "Oh my God...RIDDICK?!?!?" She grabbed for the door handle to try and get out but he was too fast for her. He grabbed her arm so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"How do you know who I am?" Riddick shouted at her, inches from her face. "Who are you?" For her part, she kept her composure as he ripped the sunglasses from her face. His own eyes stared back at him. Riddick let her go as if she had burned him. "You were in the Slam?" He couldn't hide the shock in his voice. Usually women, they didn't make it out...
She grimaced. "I was in your block, Riddick. I'm Deianira." They only put murderers in that block. And Deia (as they called her) was almost as notorious as Riddick was. "I managed to escape. I had the perfect role model, after all. I just followed your lead. But somehow they found out that I came to Earth. There are mercs all over this planet. They want to take me back." No one who had been to the Slam feared anything worse.
"Well, Deia. I am seriously considering killing you." She didn't even flinch, that would be better than going back. "You see, if I let you out of this car alive and the mercs caught up with you, you could tell them that I was here. They might even let you go for that information."
Deia stared at Riddick. Then she shoved her fist into his nose and scrambled from the car. He roared and began to chase after her. As fast as Deia was, Riddick was faster. He tackled her. She rolled with the fall and was on her feet before him. She lashed out and kicked his ribs but before she could pull her foot away, he grabbed it and twisted. She fell to the ground again and he was on her. His arms pinned her and his body weight kept her from using her legs. Blood from his nose began to drip from his face onto her chest. "I have a tissue in my pocket. There's more in my bag." Riddick began to laugh, enjoying her fearlessness. "I haven't had this much fun in ages. Maybe I will keep you around for awhile."
After he took her back to the car, Riddick tied Deia's hands behind her back using a piece of rope. Riddick felt her fear rise and he ignored the distaste in the back of his mind. He knew how it would feel to be tied up again. Apparently she wasn't too afraid. She tried to escape him that night. She failed miserably.
They were together for months. After awhile he stopped tying her up and she stopped trying to escape. Riddick actually seemed to relax and enjoy himself in her company and Deia's feelings for him ran parallel to friendship and gradually deepened. They made a rather good team, Deia thought. He talked about his past and how he got into and out of Slam City. Deia talked about how she wanted to be a pilot. They practiced fighting against each other to stay in shape. But he always drove from place to place. As unsafe as it was, Deia wished they stayed in one place for more than a night. Yet she never left him.
He pulled into the parking lot of a motel and went to get a room. She never asked how he got the money to pay for them and he never told her. He came back to the car and said: "Don't worry, I got a room with two beds." He grinned as she flinched. Deia was always tense after sharing a bed with him, though Riddick couldn't guess why. If he thought it was sexual tension, he was right. Not for the reasons he was thinking though... He'd mentioned it once and she had given him a glare that could melt stone. It didn't even faze him though.
As they began to settle down for the night Riddick was watching TV and suddenly muted it. When Deia began to ask why, he hissed at her to shut up. He was listening for something.
Then the door exploded and all hell broke loose. A dozen mercs flooded into the room all toting very expensive, very deadly weapons. Riddick and Deia fought like wild animals and brought down over half of them but eventually they were captured. They were bound and taken to an awaiting ship, where they were thrown in a cell together. A female merc stood in front of them, smirking. "All we wanted was the girl. But you," she pointed at Riddick. "You are an unexpected, very costly bonus." Laughing, she left.
Deia quickly scanned the cell, looking for a possible escape. "Riddick! What the fuck are we going to do?"
Riddick looked at her and she felt cold. "I don't know what you're going to do but I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to kill you." Deia felt a shiver of fear run down her spine.
The first thing that he had done upon his arrival was steal a car. A 1989 Camaro, white. It was practically his baby. And since Earth was so wasted by the war no one had ever bothered him about it.
Riddick saw someone up ahead. Walking along the side of the road. Maybe he would pick them up...it would be the second good deed in his life. He must be going soft.
The first thing he noticed when he stopped was that she looked a lot like Jack. Only her hair wasn't shaved. It was short, spiky and blonde. She was well built and looked like she could defend herself. She was wearing black leather pants, and boots, with a black tank top. And she had on sunglasses.
Riddick leaned into the passenger side and rolled down the window. "Hey, you need a ride or something?" Riddick asked gruffly. The woman bent over to look in the car. He peeked at her over his own sunglasses, so that she could see his eyes. "You might not want to ride with me." Riddick grinned at her. It was obvious she was in her own little world.
She squinted at him, not believing what her eyes saw. No, it couldn't be. "Funny. I was just thinking the same thing." With that said, she got in. After a moment, she peered at him some more. It had to be. "Oh my God...RIDDICK?!?!?" She grabbed for the door handle to try and get out but he was too fast for her. He grabbed her arm so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"How do you know who I am?" Riddick shouted at her, inches from her face. "Who are you?" For her part, she kept her composure as he ripped the sunglasses from her face. His own eyes stared back at him. Riddick let her go as if she had burned him. "You were in the Slam?" He couldn't hide the shock in his voice. Usually women, they didn't make it out...
She grimaced. "I was in your block, Riddick. I'm Deianira." They only put murderers in that block. And Deia (as they called her) was almost as notorious as Riddick was. "I managed to escape. I had the perfect role model, after all. I just followed your lead. But somehow they found out that I came to Earth. There are mercs all over this planet. They want to take me back." No one who had been to the Slam feared anything worse.
"Well, Deia. I am seriously considering killing you." She didn't even flinch, that would be better than going back. "You see, if I let you out of this car alive and the mercs caught up with you, you could tell them that I was here. They might even let you go for that information."
Deia stared at Riddick. Then she shoved her fist into his nose and scrambled from the car. He roared and began to chase after her. As fast as Deia was, Riddick was faster. He tackled her. She rolled with the fall and was on her feet before him. She lashed out and kicked his ribs but before she could pull her foot away, he grabbed it and twisted. She fell to the ground again and he was on her. His arms pinned her and his body weight kept her from using her legs. Blood from his nose began to drip from his face onto her chest. "I have a tissue in my pocket. There's more in my bag." Riddick began to laugh, enjoying her fearlessness. "I haven't had this much fun in ages. Maybe I will keep you around for awhile."
After he took her back to the car, Riddick tied Deia's hands behind her back using a piece of rope. Riddick felt her fear rise and he ignored the distaste in the back of his mind. He knew how it would feel to be tied up again. Apparently she wasn't too afraid. She tried to escape him that night. She failed miserably.
They were together for months. After awhile he stopped tying her up and she stopped trying to escape. Riddick actually seemed to relax and enjoy himself in her company and Deia's feelings for him ran parallel to friendship and gradually deepened. They made a rather good team, Deia thought. He talked about his past and how he got into and out of Slam City. Deia talked about how she wanted to be a pilot. They practiced fighting against each other to stay in shape. But he always drove from place to place. As unsafe as it was, Deia wished they stayed in one place for more than a night. Yet she never left him.
He pulled into the parking lot of a motel and went to get a room. She never asked how he got the money to pay for them and he never told her. He came back to the car and said: "Don't worry, I got a room with two beds." He grinned as she flinched. Deia was always tense after sharing a bed with him, though Riddick couldn't guess why. If he thought it was sexual tension, he was right. Not for the reasons he was thinking though... He'd mentioned it once and she had given him a glare that could melt stone. It didn't even faze him though.
As they began to settle down for the night Riddick was watching TV and suddenly muted it. When Deia began to ask why, he hissed at her to shut up. He was listening for something.
Then the door exploded and all hell broke loose. A dozen mercs flooded into the room all toting very expensive, very deadly weapons. Riddick and Deia fought like wild animals and brought down over half of them but eventually they were captured. They were bound and taken to an awaiting ship, where they were thrown in a cell together. A female merc stood in front of them, smirking. "All we wanted was the girl. But you," she pointed at Riddick. "You are an unexpected, very costly bonus." Laughing, she left.
Deia quickly scanned the cell, looking for a possible escape. "Riddick! What the fuck are we going to do?"
Riddick looked at her and she felt cold. "I don't know what you're going to do but I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to kill you." Deia felt a shiver of fear run down her spine.