Chapter 5-Ricky Ricardo?
Riddick stopped silently, then turned fingering his shiv delicatly. Ricardo approached him gun
in hand.
"What's your name?"
"Why the hell should I tell you." not a question... an order of some kind.
Ricardo pulled his pocket book out and scanned the pages watching both Riddick and the book.
Richard B. Riddick, stuck between a rock and a soft place. Ricardo approached slowly. This man
fit the description in the book.
'Tall, estimated 6'2". Wide through the shoulders, shaven head. Wears goggles.'
From behind the goggles, Riddick eyes locked on this man. Somewhat scrawny. Fairly short, short
black hair. Ricardo, and Riddick. Mercenary and Murderer. 6'3", 5'5". Ricardo couldn't have
been more than 7ft away. Riddick stood stone still, rigid, his features tightening, his muscels
tensing, waiting for the chance to spring.
'Just a couple more feet bitch.'
He did squinting in the lack of light. There was a barely a star in the sky, and the rain still
pattered incesently. Riddick smelled the blood coursing in Ricardo's veins, heard his
heart beating in his chest, saw the sweat dribbling slowly down Ric's temple. Ric took another
step trying to see just a bit cleaer this man's features.
'I'll make this quick..'
Riddick lunged pulling the shiv from his wrist and slashing it deeply across Ric's throat. There
was the sickening sound of the jugular cracking then breaking beneath the blade. The irony
smell of the fresh blood wafted up Riddick's nose. He inhaled deeply. 'Bitter-sweet'
"Shit.." he muttered to himself as Ric fell face first into the ground, his blood staining the
ground around him. For a moment Riddick's mind breezed over his conversation with Johns.
*****
"It'll be quite a feat if we get through the canyon and lose just one, huh?"
"Not if I'm the one."
"When battlefeild doctors choose who lives and dies it's called triage."
"Really? Kept calling it murder when I did it."
"Let's cut the bullshit, you do the girl and I'll keep the others off your back."
He'd stopped eyes flicking downwards then turned.
"Not to big a job for you is it?" Johns had asked him a grin spreading across his face.
"I'm just thinking we may need a bigger peice of bait."
*****
"Triage?" his silver sheened eyes fell to the body at his feet. "Looks like this guy is already
dead. Somebody already chose for him, I just helped him out." He stopped pulling the body off
into the bushes, being sure to kick a new layer of dirt over the crimson stained path.
"Lets not leave too much evidence huh?"
Riddick's strong hands tore a wide shred of cloth from his victim's shirt and tied it around
it's throat.
"Don't wanna lead them right to you."
He slung the corpse over his shoulder and slipped away silently.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
She opened her eyes slowly to the morning light. Her pulse pounded in her forehead making her
wince. She whipped off the blankets and scooted out of bed. Her feet padded across the
carpeting lazily to the desk where her clothing lay, folded, gun ontop of them. She streached
yawning broadly.
"Guess I made it another night..."
She froze the eerie sense someone was watching her coming over her. She picked her gun up
cautiously eyes gazing over the room. Nothing seemed to be missing.
It watched her intently, eyes widening.
'SHIT!'
Erynn's white hair fell into her eyes once again..
'DAMMIT! Friggin' hair' She did a final glance of the room kneeling to check under the bed,
nothing.
She pulled on her pants and shirt quickly not letting her waver continuously around the room.
Her eyes narrowed a moment then she walked into the bathroom. Staring at herself a moment and
brushing the hair out of her eyes.
The slamming shut of a window drew her attention to a dead run, her feet hitting the carpeting
silently. The form ran down the fire escape. Erynn threw open the window leaping through and
giving chase.
"HEY YOU! GET BACK HERE! HEEYY!!!!"
It seemed forever but finally she leapt, tackling the thin figure from behind.
"uff!"
It struggeled but Erynn's reflexes were too quick, she easily put the muzzle of the gun to the
back of it's neck.
"Who..." she panted.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Get off and I'll tell you." Was it's muffled response.
Erynn rose slowly letting it up, the gun muzzel still to it's neck.
"Face me."
It complied. Jak stared at her nervously, dissapointment heavy in her expression.
"What the hell were you doing in my room kid?"
"Trying to figure out why he-" she stopped.
"Who's he and why he what?"
Jak remembered quickly what Riddick had said to call him if anyone should ask. It had been a
name he'd picked up when he'd went to earth he said.
"Ricky Ricardo"
"Sounds like a friend of mines name, whats he look like?"
Jak scrambeled desperatly in her mind for the description Riddick had provided. He hadn't wanted
anyone to screw anything up and here she was, screwing everything up.
"Tall dark and handsome." She replied hesitantly.
"That's vauge, what color eyes he got?"
How to describe Riddick's eyes? Eerie.. Silver orbs that could lash out and suck you in, then
spit you out if they wanted.
"S-s-greyish I guess." She replied once again.
"You guess?"
Jak nodded slowly.
"Why he what?"
"Why he, thinks your so different."
"Different?"
"For lack of a better word."
Erynn stared at Jak evenly, cooly.
"You take any shit?"
"No, I wasn't there for that.."
Erynn's brow arched. Jak's eyes fell with embarresment. Riddick would've never been caught.
Not more than three (3) hours after Riddick had left, he'd returned and went straight to his bed.
He'd been mumbling in his sleep. Barely comprhensible..
'White.. hair... pretty... not like -yawn- everyone else... not weak... accidently -roll- cut...
her... accident... arm -roll-'
She'd never heard him talk in his sleep before. Accidentally cut someone? White hair? She'd
gone to ask the teller if he met anyone with white hair that night. He'd said yes and given her
the room number.
"I want to talk to this Ricky guy later. You'll show me right?"
Suddenly her head twisted looking at the cut across this woman's arm. It looked as though this
young woman had tempted fate between her wrist and her razor many a time. But the freshest
looked like it'd been pushed in slowly, or maybe even accidentally?
"I'll ask him."
"You do that, by the way what's your name?"
"Jak!" she called behind her as she ran down the rest of the way of the fire escape.
'Ricky Ricardo? HahA! This should be hilarious if it is Ric. Foolish Ric, HA!' Her chin fell
between her thumb and her index finger.
'But Ric ain't got greyish eyes... his are green..'
She pondered shortly then dragged herself slowly up the fire escape. Who was this guy going to
be?
Riddick stopped silently, then turned fingering his shiv delicatly. Ricardo approached him gun
in hand.
"What's your name?"
"Why the hell should I tell you." not a question... an order of some kind.
Ricardo pulled his pocket book out and scanned the pages watching both Riddick and the book.
Richard B. Riddick, stuck between a rock and a soft place. Ricardo approached slowly. This man
fit the description in the book.
'Tall, estimated 6'2". Wide through the shoulders, shaven head. Wears goggles.'
From behind the goggles, Riddick eyes locked on this man. Somewhat scrawny. Fairly short, short
black hair. Ricardo, and Riddick. Mercenary and Murderer. 6'3", 5'5". Ricardo couldn't have
been more than 7ft away. Riddick stood stone still, rigid, his features tightening, his muscels
tensing, waiting for the chance to spring.
'Just a couple more feet bitch.'
He did squinting in the lack of light. There was a barely a star in the sky, and the rain still
pattered incesently. Riddick smelled the blood coursing in Ricardo's veins, heard his
heart beating in his chest, saw the sweat dribbling slowly down Ric's temple. Ric took another
step trying to see just a bit cleaer this man's features.
'I'll make this quick..'
Riddick lunged pulling the shiv from his wrist and slashing it deeply across Ric's throat. There
was the sickening sound of the jugular cracking then breaking beneath the blade. The irony
smell of the fresh blood wafted up Riddick's nose. He inhaled deeply. 'Bitter-sweet'
"Shit.." he muttered to himself as Ric fell face first into the ground, his blood staining the
ground around him. For a moment Riddick's mind breezed over his conversation with Johns.
*****
"It'll be quite a feat if we get through the canyon and lose just one, huh?"
"Not if I'm the one."
"When battlefeild doctors choose who lives and dies it's called triage."
"Really? Kept calling it murder when I did it."
"Let's cut the bullshit, you do the girl and I'll keep the others off your back."
He'd stopped eyes flicking downwards then turned.
"Not to big a job for you is it?" Johns had asked him a grin spreading across his face.
"I'm just thinking we may need a bigger peice of bait."
*****
"Triage?" his silver sheened eyes fell to the body at his feet. "Looks like this guy is already
dead. Somebody already chose for him, I just helped him out." He stopped pulling the body off
into the bushes, being sure to kick a new layer of dirt over the crimson stained path.
"Lets not leave too much evidence huh?"
Riddick's strong hands tore a wide shred of cloth from his victim's shirt and tied it around
it's throat.
"Don't wanna lead them right to you."
He slung the corpse over his shoulder and slipped away silently.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
She opened her eyes slowly to the morning light. Her pulse pounded in her forehead making her
wince. She whipped off the blankets and scooted out of bed. Her feet padded across the
carpeting lazily to the desk where her clothing lay, folded, gun ontop of them. She streached
yawning broadly.
"Guess I made it another night..."
She froze the eerie sense someone was watching her coming over her. She picked her gun up
cautiously eyes gazing over the room. Nothing seemed to be missing.
It watched her intently, eyes widening.
'SHIT!'
Erynn's white hair fell into her eyes once again..
'DAMMIT! Friggin' hair' She did a final glance of the room kneeling to check under the bed,
nothing.
She pulled on her pants and shirt quickly not letting her waver continuously around the room.
Her eyes narrowed a moment then she walked into the bathroom. Staring at herself a moment and
brushing the hair out of her eyes.
The slamming shut of a window drew her attention to a dead run, her feet hitting the carpeting
silently. The form ran down the fire escape. Erynn threw open the window leaping through and
giving chase.
"HEY YOU! GET BACK HERE! HEEYY!!!!"
It seemed forever but finally she leapt, tackling the thin figure from behind.
"uff!"
It struggeled but Erynn's reflexes were too quick, she easily put the muzzle of the gun to the
back of it's neck.
"Who..." she panted.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Get off and I'll tell you." Was it's muffled response.
Erynn rose slowly letting it up, the gun muzzel still to it's neck.
"Face me."
It complied. Jak stared at her nervously, dissapointment heavy in her expression.
"What the hell were you doing in my room kid?"
"Trying to figure out why he-" she stopped.
"Who's he and why he what?"
Jak remembered quickly what Riddick had said to call him if anyone should ask. It had been a
name he'd picked up when he'd went to earth he said.
"Ricky Ricardo"
"Sounds like a friend of mines name, whats he look like?"
Jak scrambeled desperatly in her mind for the description Riddick had provided. He hadn't wanted
anyone to screw anything up and here she was, screwing everything up.
"Tall dark and handsome." She replied hesitantly.
"That's vauge, what color eyes he got?"
How to describe Riddick's eyes? Eerie.. Silver orbs that could lash out and suck you in, then
spit you out if they wanted.
"S-s-greyish I guess." She replied once again.
"You guess?"
Jak nodded slowly.
"Why he what?"
"Why he, thinks your so different."
"Different?"
"For lack of a better word."
Erynn stared at Jak evenly, cooly.
"You take any shit?"
"No, I wasn't there for that.."
Erynn's brow arched. Jak's eyes fell with embarresment. Riddick would've never been caught.
Not more than three (3) hours after Riddick had left, he'd returned and went straight to his bed.
He'd been mumbling in his sleep. Barely comprhensible..
'White.. hair... pretty... not like -yawn- everyone else... not weak... accidently -roll- cut...
her... accident... arm -roll-'
She'd never heard him talk in his sleep before. Accidentally cut someone? White hair? She'd
gone to ask the teller if he met anyone with white hair that night. He'd said yes and given her
the room number.
"I want to talk to this Ricky guy later. You'll show me right?"
Suddenly her head twisted looking at the cut across this woman's arm. It looked as though this
young woman had tempted fate between her wrist and her razor many a time. But the freshest
looked like it'd been pushed in slowly, or maybe even accidentally?
"I'll ask him."
"You do that, by the way what's your name?"
"Jak!" she called behind her as she ran down the rest of the way of the fire escape.
'Ricky Ricardo? HahA! This should be hilarious if it is Ric. Foolish Ric, HA!' Her chin fell
between her thumb and her index finger.
'But Ric ain't got greyish eyes... his are green..'
She pondered shortly then dragged herself slowly up the fire escape. Who was this guy going to
be?