After she showered and dressed, Lish exited the bathroom to find Riddick still leaning against the door jam where she left him. She chuckled.
"Spying on me?" She asked. He shook his head.
"Just waiting... The ship's on auto-pilot and we've got a week or two before we dock in", he answered. "I've got nothing better to do, so I might as well show you around"
"How very kind of you", she said in a sarcastic tone. Riddick just turned and walked out. Lish hurried behind him, shutting the door to the room. Riddick turned left down the passageway and walked into an open room. From the looks of it, it was the kitchen. Or at least what passed for one on a star-jumper. Heat stove, sink, hydrator, cooling unit, and a small four-sided table in the middle with one chair missing from the set.
"I usually don't use most of the equipment in here. Just the hydrator. But all of it came with the ship and I didn't think ripping all that shit out of the wall would be a good idea", Riddick said, looking over his shoulder at Lish. She smiled.
"Well, I can put this stuff to use, if you want me to cook for you that is... Speaking of which... I got a question...", she said. Riddick pulled a chair out from the table and sat down. He motioned for Lish to do the same. She sat across from him. Riddick looked at her, just measuring her like he usually did. He liked being able to play games with people, but this girl wasn't the playing type. She was either too smart to step into his mind games or she just didn't understand half the shit he said to her. He had a feeling it was the former of the two. He watched her and she matched his gaze, her eyes betraying nothing.
"You wanna know what I'm gonna do with you now, right?" Riddick stated more than asked. She shrugged and nodded.
"Gotta know what my duties are captain", she replied, mocking a salute. The corner of Riddick's mouth quirked up a little. Dancing around the game to avoid getting caught in a trap, Riddick thought. He leaned forward, crossing his arms on the table.
"Tell you what kid... I'll let you stay on as a mechanic or cook or whatever for as long as you want on one condition..."
Lish raised one eyebrow, but didn't show any outward sign that her heart had skipped a few beats. What the fuck did he want from her?
"That condition being?"
"Training", Riddick answered simply. Lish's eyebrow's knitted together in confusion.
"What kind of training??" She asked. Riddicks hand went to the back waistband of his pants, where he always kept one of his most prized possessions. He pulled the shiv out and brought it up so Lish could see it.
"My kind of training... You let me train you how to kill and disappear. I'll teach you how to get the mercs who brought you in..."
Riddick didn't miss the glint in her eyes and the expression that crossed her face. Bloodlust. She leaned forward, resting her arms on the table just as he had. She reached out and tenatively took the shiv from Riddick's hand. She licked her index finger, then ran it across the blade, drawing a trail of blood. She handed the shiv back to Riddick, not looking away from her bleeding finger.
"You teach me how to kill, Riddick..." she said softly, "And you just might end up fucking me after all"
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What the Hell was I thinking?! Riddick thought to himself as he sat in the pilots chair in the cockpit of the ship, looking out at the endless array of stars. First, he'd taken an interest in the girl, and now he was fucking taking her in? He'd already learned this lesson four years ago. With Jack. He shook his head, as if trying to shake off the memory would help.
He'd felt sorry for Jack. And thanks to Carolyn, he'd started caring about her. When she begged him no t to leave her with Imam on New Mecca, he couldn't say no. For a while, things had been okay, great even. Riddick and Jack moved from planet to planet. Riddick doing jobs and making the big money that fueled their trips and Jack training with him in his spare time. The only problem was Riddick taught her too well.
Jack had turned merc. Inticed by the money and a chance to kick some serious ass, she'd taken to the job quickly. When Riddick found out, he was furious. He tried to remind her of Johns... and what he tried to do. She argued that she wouldn't be like that. Riddick had walked out, and that was the last time he had seen her. He didn't plan on seeing her ever again. He didn't think she would turn him in. If she had wanted to, she would have already done it.
And now he was in the same situation. The only difference? He was the one on the begging end of the deal. Well, he wouldn't exactly call it begging, but he had asked her to stay, offered her a place to live and a way to get revenge. He shook his head again, not believing what he had just gotten himself into.
"Spying on me?" She asked. He shook his head.
"Just waiting... The ship's on auto-pilot and we've got a week or two before we dock in", he answered. "I've got nothing better to do, so I might as well show you around"
"How very kind of you", she said in a sarcastic tone. Riddick just turned and walked out. Lish hurried behind him, shutting the door to the room. Riddick turned left down the passageway and walked into an open room. From the looks of it, it was the kitchen. Or at least what passed for one on a star-jumper. Heat stove, sink, hydrator, cooling unit, and a small four-sided table in the middle with one chair missing from the set.
"I usually don't use most of the equipment in here. Just the hydrator. But all of it came with the ship and I didn't think ripping all that shit out of the wall would be a good idea", Riddick said, looking over his shoulder at Lish. She smiled.
"Well, I can put this stuff to use, if you want me to cook for you that is... Speaking of which... I got a question...", she said. Riddick pulled a chair out from the table and sat down. He motioned for Lish to do the same. She sat across from him. Riddick looked at her, just measuring her like he usually did. He liked being able to play games with people, but this girl wasn't the playing type. She was either too smart to step into his mind games or she just didn't understand half the shit he said to her. He had a feeling it was the former of the two. He watched her and she matched his gaze, her eyes betraying nothing.
"You wanna know what I'm gonna do with you now, right?" Riddick stated more than asked. She shrugged and nodded.
"Gotta know what my duties are captain", she replied, mocking a salute. The corner of Riddick's mouth quirked up a little. Dancing around the game to avoid getting caught in a trap, Riddick thought. He leaned forward, crossing his arms on the table.
"Tell you what kid... I'll let you stay on as a mechanic or cook or whatever for as long as you want on one condition..."
Lish raised one eyebrow, but didn't show any outward sign that her heart had skipped a few beats. What the fuck did he want from her?
"That condition being?"
"Training", Riddick answered simply. Lish's eyebrow's knitted together in confusion.
"What kind of training??" She asked. Riddicks hand went to the back waistband of his pants, where he always kept one of his most prized possessions. He pulled the shiv out and brought it up so Lish could see it.
"My kind of training... You let me train you how to kill and disappear. I'll teach you how to get the mercs who brought you in..."
Riddick didn't miss the glint in her eyes and the expression that crossed her face. Bloodlust. She leaned forward, resting her arms on the table just as he had. She reached out and tenatively took the shiv from Riddick's hand. She licked her index finger, then ran it across the blade, drawing a trail of blood. She handed the shiv back to Riddick, not looking away from her bleeding finger.
"You teach me how to kill, Riddick..." she said softly, "And you just might end up fucking me after all"
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What the Hell was I thinking?! Riddick thought to himself as he sat in the pilots chair in the cockpit of the ship, looking out at the endless array of stars. First, he'd taken an interest in the girl, and now he was fucking taking her in? He'd already learned this lesson four years ago. With Jack. He shook his head, as if trying to shake off the memory would help.
He'd felt sorry for Jack. And thanks to Carolyn, he'd started caring about her. When she begged him no t to leave her with Imam on New Mecca, he couldn't say no. For a while, things had been okay, great even. Riddick and Jack moved from planet to planet. Riddick doing jobs and making the big money that fueled their trips and Jack training with him in his spare time. The only problem was Riddick taught her too well.
Jack had turned merc. Inticed by the money and a chance to kick some serious ass, she'd taken to the job quickly. When Riddick found out, he was furious. He tried to remind her of Johns... and what he tried to do. She argued that she wouldn't be like that. Riddick had walked out, and that was the last time he had seen her. He didn't plan on seeing her ever again. He didn't think she would turn him in. If she had wanted to, she would have already done it.
And now he was in the same situation. The only difference? He was the one on the begging end of the deal. Well, he wouldn't exactly call it begging, but he had asked her to stay, offered her a place to live and a way to get revenge. He shook his head again, not believing what he had just gotten himself into.