Chapter 3, a bit shorter but its just the rest of what i had done. Hope you enjoy. *cosmic*
The garbage transport was really nothing more than two room compartment over a huge trash holding area. The sleeping bunks were in the same room as the makeshift kitchen with a toilet booth in the corner. It wasn't fancy, the only thing to eat were canned beans and vegetables and some dehydrated soy milk. Considering Riddick's size she figured the rations would last approximately two days, if that. The bridge of the ship was about two inches bigger than that of a skiff, but it managed to pack in quite a bit of equipment inside it. There were first aid kits and a fire extinguisher.
They flew the rest of the night in silence. The adrenaline in her body had begun to lessen, and she was getting sleepy. Her eyes looked longingly at the bunk beds. Riddick noticed.
"You want to lie down?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am a bit tired." she said almost apologetically.
"Alright," he said standing up. "Come on." He lead her to the bunk beds and lifted her to the top one.
Riddick tied her to the side of the bunk bed with a piece of rope he'd found.
"Why are you tying me up?" She asked.
"Nothing personal." he said making sure they were tight enough to her wrist. "I can't take the chance you'll call for help, when I'm asleep."
"Riddick, bound me up if you have to, but you should know that I sincerely hope you do get away. I heard just before you kidnapped me that they went over my head and were going to go ahead with the frontal lobe depletion anyway. I don't think anyone should suffer that fate, certainly not on purpose." She looked up at him and saw the emotion playing on his face. He wanted so bad to trust her, although every one in his life he had trusted had stabbed him in the back. He bit his lip hard enough to feel the pain shooting thru his skin, then he took his shiv and cut the material that he had tied her up with. Her hands now free, she reached up and touched his face. For a moment he seemed to enjoy the caress, his eyes closed, his mouth half opened, as if he was sighing, but then his massive hand came up and engulfed hers. He took her hand down away from his face, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Get some sleep." he ordered and then he moved back down the ladder to sleep on the bottom bunk.
"Riddick?" she stopped him. His eyes caught hers. He stood there looking up at her, waiting for her to finish.
She started to thank him, but instead all that cam out was a simple. "Goodnight."
"'Night." he said as he sunk down below her.
Laying on her cot, she could hear his breathing. Covering herself as tightly as possible with the light blanket, she let herself drift into a deep sleep.
The garbage transport was really nothing more than two room compartment over a huge trash holding area. The sleeping bunks were in the same room as the makeshift kitchen with a toilet booth in the corner. It wasn't fancy, the only thing to eat were canned beans and vegetables and some dehydrated soy milk. Considering Riddick's size she figured the rations would last approximately two days, if that. The bridge of the ship was about two inches bigger than that of a skiff, but it managed to pack in quite a bit of equipment inside it. There were first aid kits and a fire extinguisher.
They flew the rest of the night in silence. The adrenaline in her body had begun to lessen, and she was getting sleepy. Her eyes looked longingly at the bunk beds. Riddick noticed.
"You want to lie down?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am a bit tired." she said almost apologetically.
"Alright," he said standing up. "Come on." He lead her to the bunk beds and lifted her to the top one.
Riddick tied her to the side of the bunk bed with a piece of rope he'd found.
"Why are you tying me up?" She asked.
"Nothing personal." he said making sure they were tight enough to her wrist. "I can't take the chance you'll call for help, when I'm asleep."
"Riddick, bound me up if you have to, but you should know that I sincerely hope you do get away. I heard just before you kidnapped me that they went over my head and were going to go ahead with the frontal lobe depletion anyway. I don't think anyone should suffer that fate, certainly not on purpose." She looked up at him and saw the emotion playing on his face. He wanted so bad to trust her, although every one in his life he had trusted had stabbed him in the back. He bit his lip hard enough to feel the pain shooting thru his skin, then he took his shiv and cut the material that he had tied her up with. Her hands now free, she reached up and touched his face. For a moment he seemed to enjoy the caress, his eyes closed, his mouth half opened, as if he was sighing, but then his massive hand came up and engulfed hers. He took her hand down away from his face, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Get some sleep." he ordered and then he moved back down the ladder to sleep on the bottom bunk.
"Riddick?" she stopped him. His eyes caught hers. He stood there looking up at her, waiting for her to finish.
She started to thank him, but instead all that cam out was a simple. "Goodnight."
"'Night." he said as he sunk down below her.
Laying on her cot, she could hear his breathing. Covering herself as tightly as possible with the light blanket, she let herself drift into a deep sleep.