Riddick opened his eyes slowly. He groaned and rubbed a hand over his
head, feeling around for the large gash he knew was there somewhere. His
fingers came to rest on what felt like stitches, rather crude novice
stitches. He dropped his arm down on the heap of blankets that lay beneath
him and sighed.
"So what brings you here?"
His head shot up from the blanket and his eyes locked on who had spoken to him. "Little bit of everything, kid. Originally I was looking for you." He started to sit up, but quickly regretted it.
"Looking for me, huh? Isn't that interesting," She folded her arms across her chest, "Cause see, I woulda thought that a couple of mercs beat the shit out of you and dropped you off. Not that this was some elaborate plan of yours to find me. Glad you cleared that up for me, Riddick."
He stood on shaky and legs and looked her over. "Mercs only found me. Toombs and his crew could never manage something like this on their own." He made a quick sweeping gesture up and down his body, then began to make his way out of her cell. "This would be the handy work of the Necros, kid." He left, but she was quick to follow.
"Necromongers?" She asked. When he didn't reply she took his silence as a yes. "What the hell do they want with you?"
"Don't know. Think I pissed 'em off."
She grabbed his arm and he let her turn him to face her. "Thought you were supposed to be keeping your nose clean."
"I was before Imam fuckin' set me up. Dimed me out to some floaty, gliding, disappearing old hag." He wiggled his fingers through the air at the word floaty, as if he had said something mysterious.
"He told?" She shook her head sadly and sighed before her face became serious again at the look on his. "What is it?"
"They killed him. Now they're after me." He shook his head and started on his way again. "Have to figure a way to get the hell out of here."
She shook her head too. "There's no way out of here."
"There's a way out of every slam." He called over his shoulder.
"Not Crematoria." She paused when he stopped walking. "And besides, even if there was a way out of here, I wouldn't let you leave." She approached him and gave him two gentle smacks on the cheek before walking past him.
"You wouldn't let me leave?" A laugh resonated from somewhere deep in his chest. "You might run shit here, but you don't run me, Jack."
"So what brings you here?"
His head shot up from the blanket and his eyes locked on who had spoken to him. "Little bit of everything, kid. Originally I was looking for you." He started to sit up, but quickly regretted it.
"Looking for me, huh? Isn't that interesting," She folded her arms across her chest, "Cause see, I woulda thought that a couple of mercs beat the shit out of you and dropped you off. Not that this was some elaborate plan of yours to find me. Glad you cleared that up for me, Riddick."
He stood on shaky and legs and looked her over. "Mercs only found me. Toombs and his crew could never manage something like this on their own." He made a quick sweeping gesture up and down his body, then began to make his way out of her cell. "This would be the handy work of the Necros, kid." He left, but she was quick to follow.
"Necromongers?" She asked. When he didn't reply she took his silence as a yes. "What the hell do they want with you?"
"Don't know. Think I pissed 'em off."
She grabbed his arm and he let her turn him to face her. "Thought you were supposed to be keeping your nose clean."
"I was before Imam fuckin' set me up. Dimed me out to some floaty, gliding, disappearing old hag." He wiggled his fingers through the air at the word floaty, as if he had said something mysterious.
"He told?" She shook her head sadly and sighed before her face became serious again at the look on his. "What is it?"
"They killed him. Now they're after me." He shook his head and started on his way again. "Have to figure a way to get the hell out of here."
She shook her head too. "There's no way out of here."
"There's a way out of every slam." He called over his shoulder.
"Not Crematoria." She paused when he stopped walking. "And besides, even if there was a way out of here, I wouldn't let you leave." She approached him and gave him two gentle smacks on the cheek before walking past him.
"You wouldn't let me leave?" A laugh resonated from somewhere deep in his chest. "You might run shit here, but you don't run me, Jack."