Riddick crept up the side of the wall. There were lots of grooves for him
to get his hands in, so it wasn't that hard. He could see perfectly well,
despite the fact that it was three in the morning. He wanted to bypass all
the security- they would bring up questions that were dangerous. He no
longer existed, or so the government said. He had supposedly died on that
god forsaken rock 4 months ago, but he had no doubt in his mind that if
they found him they'd put him back in jail. He reached the window of the
building. He looked in and smiled the first real smile he'd smiled in
years. He felt the emotions he had fought so long to control come to the
surface. He pushed the window up and pulled himself through. He landed
catlike on the floor. He straightened up and walked over to the bed. He
looked at the sleeping figure and a knot twisted in his gut. He wanted to
shake her awake and hold her until the sky fell. Instead, he sat on the
edge of the bed and gently shook the sleeping figure. It groaned and
rolled to away from him. He grinned. She always had been a sound sleeper.
He shook her again, this time more vigorously. She moaned again but sat
up. She nearly screamed when she saw the person next to her, but before
she could the persons hands were on her mouth. Her eyes were wide, but if
she was scared, that was the only clue. He knew that once she was awake,
he stood little to no chance against her, so he started talking to her.
"Please don't scream. You'll wake the whole neighborhood and then I'll be in a shit load of trouble." She looked as if she were going to throw up. He chuckled at this. She thought he was a figment of her imagination.
"It's me, it really is. I'm not a dream, and I'm not a figment of your imagination. And no, you're not a skitso." He said, kind of enjoying the situation. He pulled his hands away from her and looked at her face. She looked like she was going to cry.
"Go away! Why are you tormenting me?" she said. She lied back down, muttering about dreams and how Riddick's dead, and she must be going crazy. He puller her back up, a bit rudely, so that she was facing him.
"I told you. I'm REAL" he emphasized the word. She looked like this had happened before. This began to make Riddick wonder about how she had been since his supposed death. It was obvious she was used to seeing him in her dreams, and he was suddenly very sorry he hadn't come back sooner. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. This obviously surprised her, but she wrapped her arms around his neck. He could feel her start to tremble in his arms. He stroked her back and said things like 'It's okay' 'I'm here' and 'I'll never leave again'. Then she did something that surprised them both, something she had never done before. She let out wracking sobs that shook her whole body. He pulled her into his lap, holding her as close as possible without them being one person. He was surprised at her reaction. She had seemed so tough to him, made of stone. He realized how much he meant to her- and how much she meant to him. She squeezed her tightly and rubbed his head against hers. They sat like that for ten minutes, and soon her sobs subsided. Within five minutes of that, she was sound asleep. He smiled at her and laid her back down in the bed. He went around to the other side and got into bed himself. He pulled the covers over them both, and moved over so that he was holding her.
Blaze woke up very tired, with swollen red eyes. This wasn't anything new. She had such vivid dreams of Riddick. He would come back and tell her it was someone else that kid had seen die, not him. She got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. After that she went and put the coffee on to brew. She had hacked into the military files and found not only the reports from the military, but the survivor accounts, as well. A little girl described Riddick's death in perfect detail. She had nearly had a breakdown, but she had just barely managed to save herself. She was strong, strong enough at least. She poured the black liquid into a mug and took a sip. Coffee seemed to be the only thing getting her through the days now. Her parents were caring and understanding, and did everything they could, but it wasn't enough. Nothing would help. She had lot the only man she had ever loved, and he hadn't even known that she loved him, at least not like that.
Riddick woke up, happy and refreshed. It had been a long time since he'd slept in a real bed with sheets and everything. He noticed her staring out the window.
"Can I have a cup?" he inquired. She stood very still and slowly turned around. She saw him and dropped the coffee cup. It shattered on the floor, spewing the black liquid onto the carpet.
"You're." she stammered, trying to comprehend the situation, "but they told me.in the files.I'm going crazy!" she said, and plopped down into a chair. He got up and crossed the room in a few strides.
"Like I said last night, I'm alive. They would have thrown me back in jail if they caught me." He explained. She nodded but looked sick. He chuckled and gently pushed her head down to between her knees.
"Breathe slowly" he instructed. She did as she was told. She sat back up and looked at him. She took his hand and examined it, as if to make sure he was solid.
"You're sure I'm not dreaming?" she asked
"Pretty sure. I mean, I think, there fore I am. Since I'm thinking, I must be real." She laughed at this and he sighed. He missed the sound of her laugh. She then jumped into his arms. They sat there for a good five minutes, just being happy to be with the other. They broke the hug.
"But, how? I mean, some kid said that she saw you being ripped to shreds." Riddick smiled at this.
"You mean Emma. She's a real nice kid. I told her to tell everyone that I was dead. It was the easiest solution. If they caught me I would have to go back. Its just easier this way."
"What really happened?" she asked. He told her the whole horrific story. She looked a little stunned at the end, but got over it quickly.
"Hmmm.We need to get you some clothes and a new IPass. No one will recognize you without your fatigues anyway, so you should be okay." He laughed at this. She was always no nonsense, down to earth, hard working. She got up. She pulled off her bedclothes, which consisted of a t-shirt and shorts, and pulled on a pair of jeans and a green tank top. Over that she pulled on a black leather jacket. She jammed a pair of black Oakley's on her head. The lights were still off in the room, and when she went to turn them on, Riddick stopped her.
"I have on more thing to tell you" he started. She turned and looked at him, "Come here." She did. She gasped when se saw his eyes.
"Why?" she asked
"I knew where I was going to be going. I didn't want anyone to be able to sneak up on me." She nodded. He pulled his glasses on. She snorted. She walked over to a chest and opened it. She pulled out a pair of sunglasses identical to hers, only bigger. She tossed them to him and he grinned
"S-T-Y-L-E" he said, "Thanks"
"No prob" she replied.
"I'll go down and see what I can do about food, clothes, and a pass for you." With that she opened the door and left.
Blaze returned with all the promised things. She dressed Riddick in jeans and a t-shirt. She had trouble finding the jeans- he was so big. After she was done with hime he loked like he had in high school- normal.
They ventured into the bubbling city- full of everyone from all walks of life. They passed vendors selling delicious smelling food and they ate themselves silly. Riddick could almost forget his worries. They caught up with their lives since he had been thrown in that god forsaken hell hole. Blaze laughed and joked and soon they were back into their old rhythm. They went to the public courts and found an IPass maker. Before they reached a booth Blaze handed him a birth certificate. It featured a picture of Riddick in high school, but all the information was totally bogus.
"Where did you get this" he asked, the amusement evident in his voice.
"I know people" she shrugged with a smile.
"Please don't scream. You'll wake the whole neighborhood and then I'll be in a shit load of trouble." She looked as if she were going to throw up. He chuckled at this. She thought he was a figment of her imagination.
"It's me, it really is. I'm not a dream, and I'm not a figment of your imagination. And no, you're not a skitso." He said, kind of enjoying the situation. He pulled his hands away from her and looked at her face. She looked like she was going to cry.
"Go away! Why are you tormenting me?" she said. She lied back down, muttering about dreams and how Riddick's dead, and she must be going crazy. He puller her back up, a bit rudely, so that she was facing him.
"I told you. I'm REAL" he emphasized the word. She looked like this had happened before. This began to make Riddick wonder about how she had been since his supposed death. It was obvious she was used to seeing him in her dreams, and he was suddenly very sorry he hadn't come back sooner. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. This obviously surprised her, but she wrapped her arms around his neck. He could feel her start to tremble in his arms. He stroked her back and said things like 'It's okay' 'I'm here' and 'I'll never leave again'. Then she did something that surprised them both, something she had never done before. She let out wracking sobs that shook her whole body. He pulled her into his lap, holding her as close as possible without them being one person. He was surprised at her reaction. She had seemed so tough to him, made of stone. He realized how much he meant to her- and how much she meant to him. She squeezed her tightly and rubbed his head against hers. They sat like that for ten minutes, and soon her sobs subsided. Within five minutes of that, she was sound asleep. He smiled at her and laid her back down in the bed. He went around to the other side and got into bed himself. He pulled the covers over them both, and moved over so that he was holding her.
Blaze woke up very tired, with swollen red eyes. This wasn't anything new. She had such vivid dreams of Riddick. He would come back and tell her it was someone else that kid had seen die, not him. She got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. After that she went and put the coffee on to brew. She had hacked into the military files and found not only the reports from the military, but the survivor accounts, as well. A little girl described Riddick's death in perfect detail. She had nearly had a breakdown, but she had just barely managed to save herself. She was strong, strong enough at least. She poured the black liquid into a mug and took a sip. Coffee seemed to be the only thing getting her through the days now. Her parents were caring and understanding, and did everything they could, but it wasn't enough. Nothing would help. She had lot the only man she had ever loved, and he hadn't even known that she loved him, at least not like that.
Riddick woke up, happy and refreshed. It had been a long time since he'd slept in a real bed with sheets and everything. He noticed her staring out the window.
"Can I have a cup?" he inquired. She stood very still and slowly turned around. She saw him and dropped the coffee cup. It shattered on the floor, spewing the black liquid onto the carpet.
"You're." she stammered, trying to comprehend the situation, "but they told me.in the files.I'm going crazy!" she said, and plopped down into a chair. He got up and crossed the room in a few strides.
"Like I said last night, I'm alive. They would have thrown me back in jail if they caught me." He explained. She nodded but looked sick. He chuckled and gently pushed her head down to between her knees.
"Breathe slowly" he instructed. She did as she was told. She sat back up and looked at him. She took his hand and examined it, as if to make sure he was solid.
"You're sure I'm not dreaming?" she asked
"Pretty sure. I mean, I think, there fore I am. Since I'm thinking, I must be real." She laughed at this and he sighed. He missed the sound of her laugh. She then jumped into his arms. They sat there for a good five minutes, just being happy to be with the other. They broke the hug.
"But, how? I mean, some kid said that she saw you being ripped to shreds." Riddick smiled at this.
"You mean Emma. She's a real nice kid. I told her to tell everyone that I was dead. It was the easiest solution. If they caught me I would have to go back. Its just easier this way."
"What really happened?" she asked. He told her the whole horrific story. She looked a little stunned at the end, but got over it quickly.
"Hmmm.We need to get you some clothes and a new IPass. No one will recognize you without your fatigues anyway, so you should be okay." He laughed at this. She was always no nonsense, down to earth, hard working. She got up. She pulled off her bedclothes, which consisted of a t-shirt and shorts, and pulled on a pair of jeans and a green tank top. Over that she pulled on a black leather jacket. She jammed a pair of black Oakley's on her head. The lights were still off in the room, and when she went to turn them on, Riddick stopped her.
"I have on more thing to tell you" he started. She turned and looked at him, "Come here." She did. She gasped when se saw his eyes.
"Why?" she asked
"I knew where I was going to be going. I didn't want anyone to be able to sneak up on me." She nodded. He pulled his glasses on. She snorted. She walked over to a chest and opened it. She pulled out a pair of sunglasses identical to hers, only bigger. She tossed them to him and he grinned
"S-T-Y-L-E" he said, "Thanks"
"No prob" she replied.
"I'll go down and see what I can do about food, clothes, and a pass for you." With that she opened the door and left.
Blaze returned with all the promised things. She dressed Riddick in jeans and a t-shirt. She had trouble finding the jeans- he was so big. After she was done with hime he loked like he had in high school- normal.
They ventured into the bubbling city- full of everyone from all walks of life. They passed vendors selling delicious smelling food and they ate themselves silly. Riddick could almost forget his worries. They caught up with their lives since he had been thrown in that god forsaken hell hole. Blaze laughed and joked and soon they were back into their old rhythm. They went to the public courts and found an IPass maker. Before they reached a booth Blaze handed him a birth certificate. It featured a picture of Riddick in high school, but all the information was totally bogus.
"Where did you get this" he asked, the amusement evident in his voice.
"I know people" she shrugged with a smile.
