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Difference - Revelations

Riddick ignored the looks of horror that followed him as he traveled through the city to the only place he knew could take care of her. As he traveled he could feel her getting colder, the blood that had flowed freely slowing down as less circulated through her body and her breath became all the more shallow. Holding her tightly to his chest he did what he could to keep her warm as he headed away from the populated areas to the ones less traveled.

The door he approached was nothing special, a dirty brown door in the back of an alley with a flickering bulb-hanging overhead. As he kick the bottom of the door, two kicks a pause then three, he looked up at that flickering bulb and questioned his reasons for coming here. A hospital would have been better, but in hospitals they asked questions. In hospitals, they had security and cameras. Here he could come and visit, and make sure that the kid in his arms pulled through.

You're getting soft dickey, his inner voice chastised as he waited for the door to open. He heard the subtle click, click, click, a pause and then the final click, as the locks that held the door closed slid free. With a push of his shoulder, the door sprung open, surprising the squat little man who stood behind it.

"My hours are eight 'til six, I'm closed" the man said gaining a growl from Riddick.

"I don't what your shit today," Riddick barked. "Tell me where to put her." He said his voice softening as he booted the door closed behind him.

"Down the hall to the left, second door on the right." The man said as he hurriedly went about the task of relocking the many bolts on the door.

Riddick took off, not worried about the man behind him. Finding the door, he shouldered the exam room open with some force and walked to the table that stood in the center of the room. Not bothered with the darkness, he ripped off the glasses and set them down on a vinyl-covered chair then began to strip the girl. He threw his blood stained coat on the back of the chair, then searching through his pockets added the girl's wallet to it. Pulling a shiv out of nowhere, he began to cut away the girls shirt, then eased her out of the remnant o her pants. Studying her, he was surprised to see bra and panties nowhere in sight. Then he noticed the blood that covered her thighs and the reality of the situation struck him dead on. The girl hadn't just been sliced and diced; she'd been raped too.

With an angry shout, he called the doc in, and then left him to do his business. He made use of another empty exam rooms' sink to clean him self up. He rinsed out his blood soaked shirt and cleaned up his arms and chest where the blood had started to dry. Rubbing a clean hand over tired eyes, he wrung out the shirt and laid it out flat, then collapsed into the chair in the little room and closed his eyes trying to think through what had happened in the past eight hours.

He had been on his way to pick up a credit chip. That's all it had been, a fucking cred chip from his last job. Another easy couple of hundred for taking out someone the CEO of some big shot company felt was getting a little too suspicious. Riddick had done it before, take a job, and then collect after showing the proof. The only thing he didn't like about this job was how quiet the boss wanted the killing to be kept. It wasn't like Riddick flaunted his killing, no. He did it out of necessity; he did it to survive, especially since he was on his way to his own self-exile. He figured, if he was going some cold iceball of a planet, he might as well do one last hurrah, and go out in style. Riddick had realized right after he took the job it was a stupid idea, especially with the Cooblikan probably on his ass for killing Janar and everyone else on that fucking mercenary ship. But the payday was something he knew if he ever needed he could fall back on, not like he'd have any real use for UD's where he was headed.

Riddick shook his head as that inner voice of his made its thoughts heard. Not much of a liar Dickey, admit it, the pays just an incentive for you to play with blood.

Riddick's thoughts were disrupted when the doctor walked past the exam room he sat in as he wiped a good amount of blood off of his hands with a white towel.

"Doc?" Riddick asked coming to his feet and making his way to the shadowed hallway. The doctor stood and turned around, his small frame clothed in scrubs splattered with blood. The man pushed a pair of glasses up his nose with the back of his wrist then continued wiping at his hands.

"She's alive, I just don't know if she'll stay that way." The doctor murmured, taking in the frown that creased his brow he explained. "She lost a lot of blood. I'm giving her an IV of plasma and real blood to get her going, but with all that knife work on her abdomen, I had to go in and repair her liver, stomach, and intestines. I don't know if she'll stay infection free. I'm not sure if she'll be all right. There was a lot of tearing, a lot of blood, and there's no way I can stitch it all up. It'll have to heal on its own."

"If she makes it," Riddick paused, "… will she make it?"

"If she survives the night, she'll be laid up for months. There isn't anyway to avoid that. If you were off planet, I'd say three weeks, but here on Lamoria Prime, Cloning tissues is illegal."

"Can you do it?" Riddick asked.

"Its illegal, it'll be three times what I would have charged you." The man explained.

"Yeah, and six times that anywhere else." Riddick scoffed.

The man turned, "let me get cleaned up, and I'll see what I can do." He walked slowly down the hallway, when he was out of sight, Riddick looked at the doorway that stood open at the end of the hall; it wasn't the exam room, which stood empty and dark, but a patient room. Standing outside the door, Riddick looked in on the girl, his eyes glowing in the light that reflected off them. Walking in, he stood back and watched as blood and a clear liquid dripped from IV bags into a tube that was connected to a vein in her arm. Small scratches marred her pale features along with several bruises which had begun to take shape after the reintroduction of blood to her system. Small electrical wires ran from points along her body to several machines that beeped continuously. Her body was tucked under the sheets of the bed she lay on while the white gown she wore lay loose, the tight bandages visible beneath the thin cloth. The only color on her was the shoulder length auburn hair that had been tucked into a shower cap during the surgury and now lay in small wet clumps spread across the crisp white of her pillow.

Riddick dropped heavily into a chair by the bed and cradled his head in his hands. His thought drifted to another girl, that he had left only months before, and he prayed that the same thing that happened here, never happen to her.