Disclaimer: I don't own Riddick, and if I did...I definitely wouldn't be able to handle him. Atleast, not any longer than about....three seconds. Then I'd be dead. heh.

Damn, Not Again!

Ch. 5

Do ye have any idea how annoyin' i' is t' keep wakin' up but have no feckin' notion as t' how ye go' there? I've woken up three times so far, and le' me tell ye, i's bloody irritatin'.

I am no' made t' be asleep unatur'lly.

I didn' wake up qui'e s'fast this time, which was fine with me, m'head hur' too much anaway t'be jerkin' uprigh' as I'd been doin'.

"Faith and feckin' Bagorah." I mu''ered, pu''ing one hand up t'my eyes and kneadin' the bridge of my nose. I fel' like i'd drunk someone ou' of their pub. "Should no' be seein' stars." I groaned, darin' t' pry open one of me big blue, curren'ly bloodsho' eyes. I was back in me room. "Feckin' A, wha' a nigh'mare."

I sa' up, yawnin' somethin' fierce, and then looked 'round. My window was open, so I shu' i', thinkin' how I must've been really drunk las' nigh' t' leave my window open.

Damn.

I wen' inte my livin'room/ dinin'room/ kitchen and pulled a few energy bars from the cupboard as breakfas'. Lookin' ou' of m'kitchen window, I'm jus' in time t' catch an eyeful of m'neighbors as they fornica'ed all over the windows. I lead a charmed life, I do.

Leavin' tha' trauma'ic encoun'er, I wen' inte my safe room, t' ge' my ki'.

Which was when I star'ed t' realize tha' perhaps I wasn' dreamin' after all.

My safe room was in to'al chaos. Boxes strewn abou' the floor, the safe was open, and my ki' was no' inside.

Swallowin' hard, I reached up and ran a shaky hand through my mahogany colored hair. If I'd been dreamin', i' would still be reachin' for m'arse.

M hair ended jus' below m'ears.

Damn..

I fumed for a minu'e, standin' there with m'eyes closed, thinkin' extrememly uncomplimen'ary things abou' goggle guy before an abstrac' though' caugh' my attantion.

Payback's a bitch.

Oh, yes. I' was time t' call in one or two favors tha' I'd been keepin' locked away.

I wen' inte my room, where my ki' happened t'be waitin' for me, and opened i', lookin' inside. All of m'things were there, excep'...

DAMN!!

Son of a Jackal stole my journal!!!

I saw red.

Closin' my eyes, I coun'ed t'ten. and then coun'ed backwards t'one. Goggle guy had no righ' diggin' through m'personals. Even if I am a thief, there are cer'ain things even I won' do, and readin' another's personals is one of 'em.

I couldn' recall if there was anathin' incrimina'in' in i', bu' i' was bes' no' t' take the chance. I gathered my meager possessions and climbed ou' through the fire escape.

Damn.

I can' believe i'. I should've checked. How can one person be so stupid?!?!

I reach the place of my capture and secure my ki', dashin' for the railin' and then vaultin' over the edge. I coun' to three and then bend in half before reachin' ou' and snaggin' the flagpole and swingin' up t' perch on i'.

Wha' if he's readin' my personal though's righ' now?

DAMN!

With a growl of rage I launched myself inte the open air once more. I landed on an abandoned warehouse roof and rested for a momen'.

If he'd been ou' for revenge, he could've taken my journal all the way t'Mecca Public Services and shown them. Or a' leas' lef' an anonymous tip.

Suddenly I remembered somethin' tha' I'd wri''en in the journal tha' while not incrimina'in', would allow him t' badger me for a long time. Possibly t'my grave.

Damn.

I do no' need a psycho goggle freak followin' me 'round for the res' of m'life.

I launched inte the air again, grabbin' the long juiced ou' elec'rical cord and swingin' sdown inte the alley behind Fat Cat's li''le hide-ou'.

Mouse had be''er be ready for company, cause I was stayin' til I'd worked ou' m'plan to pay back the goggly wacko fully and t' the le''er.

Wonder if she'd make me pay ren', seein' as we have hist'ry.

...

Yeah, she prob'ly would.

Damn.