*Disclaimer* I do not own Riddick. He is owned by USA Films. I don't claim to own him and I don't make any money off this, so don't sue me. Oh yeah, I'm borrowing Kim Whitesel from someone, and so she owns herself. So yeah. Go read the story now…

I followed Riddick, faithfully, and I don't know why. Something about him I did trust, and I knew he wouldn't hurt me, at least that's what I would tell myself. I didn't want to believe otherwise. We had, oddly enough, escaped easily to one of his apartments in the city. I didn't want to be there, but I had nothing else to go for. I had to trust him to at least find the bastard that killed my family, if it wasn't him. If. I hoped it wasn't him, otherwise I had made the biggest mistake of my life.

He wasn't a very conversationalist; I'll give him that. He was quite boring most of the time, though. He had probably gotten that from his time in the slam. I had heard that many of the people were kept in pits. He was probably one of them. Alone. Dark. I shivered. The thought of the darkness didn't comfort me. I was a bright and early kind of girl. Always up and bouncy. He was the opposite. A night owl, I knew that, but I guess I would have to change to his schedule.

I watched Riddick idly as I sat down and he turned on the radio.

"--From the jail today. Riddick's assailant is Mrs. Emerald Malloy, who is now wanted for the conspiracy to murder her husband. Everyone be wary if you see--" Riddick laughed and turned it off then turned to me.

" Maybe you were right, Eme."

" I told you." I muttered quietly. I didn't feel like talking. The thought of them thinking I would kill any of my family was ridiculous, not to mention a wrong assumption. I sighed and slowly drifted off into my own world. I didn't feel like staying around in this one. I wasn't anything great to talk to. Just another girl who lost someone in this stupid world.

I was usually a happy person; I had never been the depressing girl you saw with her head down while she was walking. I was just… around. I wasn't needed in this world, but it wasn't bad to have me. I was just another person in the world, while Riddick… he was an enigma. I don't think anyone could ever decipher his mind. He was something special.

I started to pick at my nails, trying to clean them out, then I heard a loud crash in the kitchen. I stood up quickly and peered over the couch. Riddick was cursing up a storm. " Problem?"

" Fuck."

Lovely reply, Riddick. I sighed. As I said, he was NOT good company. I shook my head and moved towards the kitchen. I covered my mouth to keep from laughing. Riddick was trying to cook. It was a great site, truly. " Would you like help? I can cook for you, if you like."

Riddick looked back at me, exasperated and grunted.

I took that as a yes and searched around his kitchen for food. At least there was more than baking powder. I made a simple spaghetti dinner. He probably wouldn't thank me, but not killing me was good enough thanks, and protecting me. I needed that. After I finally served it to him, I laid down on the couch. I wasn't hungry; I never was anymore. Life had taken all my emotions out of me. Love, compassion. I was a shell of a person. I fit with Riddick well, really.

He cleaned the dishes and I simply had to keep from laughing. The whole situation wasn't very funny, being chased by the cops and all, but little things made me laugh. I giggled too much and he walked back, looked at me, and shook his head, probably in dismay. I simply kept to myself. I didn't need to explain to him, I never felt that need to justify my actions.

He sat down in the chair in front of the couch minutes later, and he watched me.

" What?"

He shrugged, and planted his hands on either side of the couch. He leaned down, grabbed the picture from my bag, before I could snatch it back. " Cute kids… she… looks like Jack." Riddick quieted.

I grabbed the picture from his hands and cradled it in my arms. Looking down, I smiled. Perfection. " That's my beautiful little girl Gwen. She was going to turn 8 next month. That was my son Paul… he was only 5."

Riddick nodded. " Gwen has Jack's eyes."

" You loved that girl, didn't you?"

" No more than you loved your family… she was family."

Riddick, I figured out, was a dominant male. He protected his family without thought, without reason. An attack against any person of his family was like an attack against him himself. He fought for them, and he was fiercely loyal. He would never betray her name, nor would he kill a girl that looked like her. That was madness. I brushed a tear from my eye. My little Gwen… I would give my life to see my family just one more time. Just once more… I was like Riddick in that sense; I would protect my family with my life, but for the last time… it was good enough. I was strong enough to stop their death. I closed my eyes, stopping the tears. It was pointless to cry anymore; I couldn't have saved them.

" You couldn't have stopped him."

I looked up at Riddick, who still sat in the chair, goggles covering his eyes. I didn't like that he knew what I was thinking. On some semblance of reality… our minds worked the same. " I know…"

" Just like I couldn't have saved Jack… as much as I wanted to." Riddick shrugged nonchalantly, trying to act as if Jack didn't mean that much too him, but he knew that I even knew him better than that. Jack was his life, even in death she meant more to him than any other person in the world.

I nodded, though, and kept to myself. We didn't have much to say to each other, and nothing really mattered to either of us. If he died, I would go to jail and probably be killed. I wanted that over life, and if I died… well, he would just leave and do what he always do, jump from planet to planet and kill. It didn't really matter, it never would.

I curled up on the sofa, ready to go to bed. I was exhausted. I let myself slowly drift back into sleep, until Riddick's hand shook me awake. " Wha- what?" I asked, frightened.

" We have to move. Grab your bag. We're going to go out the window."

" Why?" I asked, getting up quickly.

He looked around quickly, and growled. " Cops. That woman… she's here."

Kim was here? I didn't know how he knew, but he did and I didn't intend on seeing her. She wouldn't like it a bit. I moved out the window and ran down the fire stairs and then jumped down on the ground. I groaned. I was not made for running and jumping like a convict. I sighed and watched Riddick jump a flight of stairs and land next to me.

He gestured to the car and threw the keys at me. " Drive."

I got in the car, and shoved the pedal to the floor. I was not waiting for Kim. She wouldn't like this one bit. Not at all.

In the Apartment

Kim looked around, annoyed. " So… she was here." She sighed, shaking her head. Poor little Eme had run away with Riddick. Something didn't seem right about the whole thing, but she wasn't going to figure out if she couldn't even talk to Eme. Eme was loyal to her family, that Kim knew, and the reports about Eme setting it up for Riddick to take the fall… it didn't make sense. Eme wasn't a plotter or a liar, she had a sweet sense around her, and she was fiercely loyal for her family. It didn't work. Kim looked around and sighed. She would have to find out soon enough. Soon enough she could have them, she just didn't want to get hurt in the process. This was delicate, and when she finally talked to them, Kim knew it was going to be bad.

She looked back at the cops who stood around, chatting. " Fuckers, do something." She watched them scramble and she shoved through them. " Fuckin' morons… don't know shit, dumb pigs." She muttered. She didn't like cops; she hated being one, but she like being a detective. She tried to work for the good guy, but in this case, who was good?

To Be Continued…

Note: Ahh… this story is weird… so very very odd…and the next update won't be for a while could be weeks, or months. I don't know. I'm not sure about this at all… and it's so fuckin hard to write this really… heh… You'll slowly learn more about the characters, so just bear with me. You can't have everything at once… that's just not a story… It wouldn't be fun that way… anyways, thanks stuff…

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Okay people, as I said, last update on this story for a while, as I have about 5-6 ongoing right now. *Mutters* I hope to write more, but this story is like my most hated, but loved story at the same time.

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