Deia began ripping the hem off of her leather pants, not an easy task. Riddick watched her with interest. Deia looked up at him and grinned. "See, the easy part is first. You tear out the hem with some rippers." She paused and tugged with her hands. The hem had finally given and several lockpicks fell out, along with a small round device. "Then you put the picks in, sew it back up, and voila. They've helped me out more times than I can say." Riddick picked up the round object. "You thought of everything, didn't you? This will short-curcuit any electrical lock."
She walked to the door and after looking around, wrapped an arm around the bars to begin picking the lock. "The only hard part is doing it backwards," Deia mumbled to herself. She gazed at Riddick as she worked except for when she checked for gaurds. "Can you get us off this hunk of metal once we're out of here?"
Riddick didn't even deign to answer that question. He just looked at her and snorted. Just then the door popped open. Deia grinned and bowed mockingly. "After you, fearless leader."
"Why are there no guards?" Deia asked as they walked into the long hallway. "I haven't seen anyone since we got dumped in that cell."
"They're probably preparing for take-off. Now be quiet." Deia made a face at him behind his back. Then her gaze wondered down his shoulders and back, before settling on his butt. Oh, Lord, but the man had a fabulous butt.
Suddenly, Deia stopped walking. "...Riddick...run..."
He turned to face her and was enraged by what he saw. Deia was standing there with her hand to her stomach. He couldn't see the blood because of her black clothing but he could smell it. Then she fell to her knees. Now he could see the guard, standing there so pale and frightened. He didn't hesitate when he threw his knife and watched as it was buried to the hilt in his skull. He didn't even have time to scream.
Deia was in a bad way when Riddick knelt beside her. He checked her wound. Clean through, bleeding heavily. Oh, God. Riddick began to panic, something unheard of from him. Oh, God, she wasn't going to make it. "Riddick." He had been so focused on her stomach that he hadn't noticed she was looking at him.
Suddenly, a memory flashed before him. Carolyn had looked at him the exact same way before she died. He saw rain, and a hand slipping away.
"I would die for you." Riddick was jerked from the memory. She grabbed his hand. "I would die for you, Riddick." The I love you went unsaid. He pulled her to his chest, hugging her tightly but carefully. Everything started to go black for Deia and she felt a pair of lips brush her forehead.
"NO," he roared, as he dragged her to her feet. "You aren't going to die today."
She walked to the door and after looking around, wrapped an arm around the bars to begin picking the lock. "The only hard part is doing it backwards," Deia mumbled to herself. She gazed at Riddick as she worked except for when she checked for gaurds. "Can you get us off this hunk of metal once we're out of here?"
Riddick didn't even deign to answer that question. He just looked at her and snorted. Just then the door popped open. Deia grinned and bowed mockingly. "After you, fearless leader."
"Why are there no guards?" Deia asked as they walked into the long hallway. "I haven't seen anyone since we got dumped in that cell."
"They're probably preparing for take-off. Now be quiet." Deia made a face at him behind his back. Then her gaze wondered down his shoulders and back, before settling on his butt. Oh, Lord, but the man had a fabulous butt.
Suddenly, Deia stopped walking. "...Riddick...run..."
He turned to face her and was enraged by what he saw. Deia was standing there with her hand to her stomach. He couldn't see the blood because of her black clothing but he could smell it. Then she fell to her knees. Now he could see the guard, standing there so pale and frightened. He didn't hesitate when he threw his knife and watched as it was buried to the hilt in his skull. He didn't even have time to scream.
Deia was in a bad way when Riddick knelt beside her. He checked her wound. Clean through, bleeding heavily. Oh, God. Riddick began to panic, something unheard of from him. Oh, God, she wasn't going to make it. "Riddick." He had been so focused on her stomach that he hadn't noticed she was looking at him.
Suddenly, a memory flashed before him. Carolyn had looked at him the exact same way before she died. He saw rain, and a hand slipping away.
"I would die for you." Riddick was jerked from the memory. She grabbed his hand. "I would die for you, Riddick." The I love you went unsaid. He pulled her to his chest, hugging her tightly but carefully. Everything started to go black for Deia and she felt a pair of lips brush her forehead.
"NO," he roared, as he dragged her to her feet. "You aren't going to die today."