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Damn, Not Again!
Ch. 16
I' had been ages since the beginnin' of the gap between full moons, and I was back a' the window, lookin' ou' a' the sky, tickin' away the seconds until I was back in my men'al prison.
"So, you're you, right?" he asked, and I shrugged, no' lookin' a' him.
"For the nex'... for'y minu'es, yes."
"So why don't you catch a ride out of here?" he asked nex'. I raised an eyebrow, bu' my gaze did no' waver.
"Find a transpor', purchase a ticke', and ge' myself inte cryo in less than an hour?" I asked him. He sighed, and I glanced a' him, despi'e myself. He was lyin' back on his bed, starin' a' the ceilin' with his hands behind his head. I looked back ou' through the window.
"We could hijack a ship." he sugges'ed. I sighed.
"Tha' takes time, precision, and coordination." I said, shiftin' my weigh' t' my other leg. "Precision, defina'ely, time, no' nearly enough, and we don' like each other well enough t' coordina'e." I finished. foldin' my arms.
I heard him ge' up and knew I should be wary, bu' didn' move, sure tha' he was jus' tryin' t' ge' a rise ou''a me. Still bein' in Daeva's body, I had some of her enhancmen's, and could hear the controlled bea'in' of his hear'. He was righ' behind me.
Damn.
"What makes you think I don' like you well enough ?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes, steppin' away from him. Whenever he was near me, my body star'ed t' ac' all strange. I' was an unusual feelin', and I didn' know how t' deal with i'. I' was jus' one more thing I didn' need.
"I think i' was the ten months of tryin' t' kill me tha' tipped me off." I snapped, si''in' on my bed and facin' the wall with my knees up t' my ches'. Go-away-go-away-go-away-go-away-go-away...
I straigh'ened when I fel' a weigh' on the bed, and the feelin' quadrupled and caused goosebumps to appear on my arms. I looked a' him and stared blankly, my mind a cornucopia of confusion. Did I move or tell him to? If I did, wha' would he do? Did I wan' him t' move?
(No.) came a sudden voice inside my head. For once I was thankful for Daeva's dark skin, as i' covered the blush I fel'.
Damn.
shu' up. I fired back a' the voice in my head.
(Well you don't. Why do you have to lie to yourself all the time?)
He is a bad man. I though' a' her, firmly, and fel' a smile from within.
(Yes. Yes he is.)
I star'ed t' think somethin' sarcastic a' her, bu' then my attention was drawn back t' Riddick, who had inched closer. He was now invadin' my personal bubble. Every muscle in my body screamed a' me t' run, bu' I' was fu'ile, really. Still, reflexes are hard t' kill and I leaned back a fraction of an inch.
He til'ed his head, amused.
"Aren't you going to run?" he asked. I sighed, and shrugged, lookin' away. So he was toyin' with me again.
Damn.
"Why?" I asked. "Where to? For wha'? She's ou', and in control. She'd rather go t' jail than give tha' up."
He was silen' for a momen'.
"How long has she been in there?" he asked finally. I took a deep breath and looked up a' the ceilin'.
"New years on Ayorthia."
"When was that?"
"I was seventeen, so, twelve years."
"You're twenty-six?"
...Damn.
"Wha' do ye care?" I snapped a' him, ge''in' up and walkin' back t' the window. He watched. Grea'. He knew more and more abou' me, and here I was, walkin' in the dark, no' knowin' anathin' abou' this person who'd been tauntin' me for ages.
"I think it's only fair that I be able to get to know the twenty-six year old virgin I've been—"
I whipped around, snarlin' mad a' him.
"I'm no' a..."
We locked eyes and I stopped, my mouth failin' to function. He was righ' there, less than a cen'ime'er. I took a step back and ran inte the wall, my shoulder bumpin' inte the window pane. I glanced a' i' and then looked back a' Riddick.
Damn.
Trapped.
"No?" he asked. I star'ed t' shake my head, paused, then continued t' shake my head. He raised an eyebrow and I heard Daeva laughin' in the back of my mind as my entire body flushed and began to hum, I was shakin' s'much.
I knew i' was comin', bu' I still didn' see i', until he had spun me around and pressed my sternum inte the moldin' of the window. I grun'ed and then swallowed a yelp as his teeth tore inte my shoulder.
My hands were fused t' both the wall and the window, I was pushin' so hard. He'd done this every one hundred days since tha' firs' time, smug bas'ard, bu' this time was a li''le diff'ren'. He was takin' his time. Anyone walkin' in would see...
Oh my god, they would think...
Damn.
Meanwhile, Daeva was laughin' so hard I was abou' t' have an anurism, and Riddick was givin' me a hicky on steroids.
I tried t' walk away, bu' doin' tha' required backin' up, and when I did, my mind havin' lef' me comple'ly, I found myself pressed fron' t' back with an escaped convic'.
And jus' as I turned six shades of red under Daeva's black skin, the moons became full, and my mind slipped away inte unconsciousness, leavin' Daeva, a psychopath even among her own spli' personali'y species, in control of the body tha' we shared, while I was in an awkward situation.
I watched from the inside as she played along, pretendin' t' be me as this impossible scene progressed further.
Damn.