It had been two whole months since Kirby had ran away from Riddick again. It seemed like a blur when she looked back on it, jumping
ship at the next port and then skipping her way across the galaxy like a stone thrown over the calm morning surface of the water. Her
boots made a soft splashing sound as her they hit the water puddles in the parking lot. Kirby's new 'home' was a hotel on fifth avenue on
the planet Earth. Currently she was shopping for new clothes that might make her look somewhat normal to others. Inside of her
shopping bags were a new pair of jeans with a tank top, another pair of boots, a winter hat, and a winter jacket. The season was a cold
and wet one which tempted Kirby to find a different location but she was too lazy and didn't want to draw any attention to herself.
Finding herself at the beaten up car she had borrowed from a neighbor she started to put the bags into the trunk. In this world you also
happened to need a license, of which she didn't have. She figured that if she encountered anyone who had an issue with it would find
themselves in a sorry position anyway. Climbing into the front seat she put the key in the ignition and tried to start it. It made a sad
whirring noise and stalled.
"Damn it, start..." she pleaded with it and tried to do it again. It almost made it by the fourth try but she didn't get it until the eleventh. The
car ended up dying about a mile away from her hotel room so she walked the rest of the way and informed her neighbor about it boredly
as she unlocked her door. He was going to protest but she slammed the door in his face, threw her bags to the side and plopped down
on the bed. Kirby could tell it was going to be another cold night filled with nightmares. One of those sudden shivers ran down her spine
and something instinctively knew that something was wrong. She went around the hotel room looking everywhere to make sure that
nothing was out of place and then she dead bolted the door. Not that that would save her from a strength like Riddick's but it was a
comforting thought. Her blade was tucked carefully under her pillow ready to be drawn at any advancing attacker.
Kirby fell asleep watching T.v. and awoke with a start drenched in sweat. She looked over at the digital clock that read 3:46 A.M. In
that night alone she woke up five times and checked the hotel room five times, unsure of what to do about her night frights. Kirby fell
asleep for the 6th time with her bedside lamp on and her arm draped over the side of the bed. She dreamt about her childhood, not a
very friendly one. It was filled with metal memories and test tubes. In the morning as she sat with her coffee by the window she
remembered her mother. That only led to her thinking about her abusive father and how he fucked up her life and sent her here. Rubbing
her head drowsily she stood up ready to try to get some sleep again.
I'm Sooooooo freaking sorry that I havent updated in forever, not abandoned :D Never ever abandoned, I will finish in the coming up chapters. Junior year is a busy year for me with Psats, Exams, Acts,Sats, Meaps etc. too many big things for college that i must take. sigh But yes, Sorry for the short chapter. I wrote this but never posted it ...Dear me...