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Chapter 2
"Ugh…" she moaned, rolling over in the bed. Wait… bed? Shouldn't I be dead or something?
With a deep breath, she opened one eye slightly. It looked like a simple room, and there was no one inside besides her, so she felt it was safe to get up. Her eyes flitted around until she found the bathroom.
"Perfect…" she murmured, practically falling out of the bed. Why did her head hurt so badly? When she finally reached the bathroom, she peered at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess; she quickly plaited it back into a loose braid down her back. Her long-sleeved shirt was too big and hung off one shoulder. She attempted to pull it back to it's correct position.
Then, as she heard a noise, instinctively made sure her shiv was still strapped to her leg. Yep, still there… Where the hell am I, and where's Riddick? Quinn became much more alert as she slowly opened the door to her room. She looked to the right; there was no one down the dark, narrow hall. She looked to the left—
"Awake, I see," came the same low voice.
Quinn yelped with surprise; Riddick had been standing outside her door the entire time. His silvered eyes peered at her, but she was unable to discern the emotion behind them.
She sized him up, looking him up and down.. You have quite a killer on your hands, Quinn…
A smirk played at the corner of Riddick's mouth. "What are you doing on my ship?"
"Well, I didn't have any money to barter passage anywhere else. So I just snuck on one. I didn't know this was yours…" Quinn replied, her voice a bit shaky, and her head throbbing painfully. Now her turn for a question. She moved over to the opposite side of the hall from Riddick and leaned against it. "Why didn't you kill me when you found me?"
A shiv suddenly appeared in Riddick's hand. "Would you like me to kill you? It's not too late…" He inched closer to her, until she could feel his breath on her neck, making her shudder. He breathed in her scent. She smelled like vanilla…
"Um, n-no, I just thought, I mean, with your reputation…" Quinn stuttered. Damn it, why can't I think straight? She put a hand on his chest and pushed him away. He backed up, but it was of his own power, not hers.
"Well, there's no point in killing you if I can find something for you to do on the ship," Riddick said simply. His turn for a question. "Who are you?"
"Quinn." That's all she was going to tell him. She turned away, trying to go back into her room. Riddick made a move to grab her arm, but Quinn flinched, causing the man to take a hold of her sleeve. It fell off her shoulder, revealing an ugly burn mark in the shape of an "X". It was obvious someone had done it on purpose… His eyes met hers, asking a silent question. She glared at him, yanked her arm away, and slammed the door.
A/N: Please R&R! Tell me what you think of the story so far. And of Quinn. (: