Chapter Four: "So…?"
They sat on opposite sides of the table eating waffles with maple syrup and cold herbal tea. Riddick's eyes never left River as he ate, studying her every movement carefully. There's something odd about this girl. Actually, about this whole fucking situation. He continued to state even after she noticed.
What? Standing slowly, she tidied her things away from the table. She heard his feet shift on the cold metal floor as he stood up. The kitchen area went silent as she stood with her back to him, not daring to move. The sudden jolt broke the silence as many things went toppling from shelves. River hit the fall harshly while Riddick was unaffected by the jerk. The feeling of cold dirty water washed over her and she couldn't bring herself to look up anymore and lowered her head, staring at her bruising hands. When did that happen?
'River… River wake up.'
Who's there?
'Time to wake up, bitch.'
