I had given Riddick directions to my flat, but we were going in the opposite direction, circling around and weaving down different streets. I was beginning to become tired and cold even with my long coat. Coming to a stop in some shadows I watched as he peered around the corner. As he started to tug me forward I yanked my arm back and took a stubborn stance, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring, mouth set in a firm line.
"Move." That was the first word he has said to me since we left the shop, and boy did it send shivers down my spine in his husky voice.
"No damnit, I am tired, cold, and my feet are beginning to ache. Why can't we just go already? Seeing as how I don't see any way to get rid of you…" not that I really want to get away from you if i'm being entirely honest.
Slowly his gaze slid to me, giving me a once over before settling somewhere on my face. It was rather hard to tell in the dark lighting of the alley. "Do you want Merc's storming your home? To just be collateral damage? I can arrange that right now." Riddick took an intimidating step towards me, glaring down at me. He had almost a foot of extra height over me. I must have surprised him by not moving back or showing any fear, I even surprised myself by this.
"No. What I want is to get home and have a hot shower and pretend none of this has ever happened!" Liar, liar pants on fire. I gave an inaudible sigh and began to head off in the general direction of my small apartment. I could feel him following me, though still blending into the shadows, I knew if I looked back I wouldn't be able to physically see him, but I was becoming attuned to him, so I just knew he was there.
I could hear footsteps coming in the opposite direction and gave a startled yelp when a large arm wrapped around my waist picking me up and dragging me into a darkened back doorway, my body pressed up against Riddick's front, his hand covering my lips, I'm presuming to keep me from speaking out. I gave one sharp nip to a finger in protest but otherwise didn't move.
"What was that noise? I thought I heard something coming from over there." A voice coming from the general direction of the footsteps sounded, and soon another speaking back from the same place.
"Probably just a stray cat. Riddick wouldn't have made any sounds. I don't see why we cant just head back to the ship, there's no point trying to find that animal in the dark." The second voice sounded like a woman's higher pitch. I knew there were women Merc's but I've never before heard one or come across one, most likely in due to the rarity of them.
"Boss's orders, you know how bad he wants to catch him and get the payday on Riddick's head."
"Yeah I suppose. Come on, lets head back to where he was last spotted…" Her voice trailed off as they began to move away. As soon as the sounds faded completely Riddick let go of me and moved off. I followed, not making a sound other than my hushed footsteps, head down and feeling rather ashamed of my earlier outburst, so I didn't notice when he turned a corner, taking a shortcut through a small hidden courtyard. I kept going straight and was grabbed by a pair of large men.
"Well well, what do we have here? What do you think Smith? Wanna have some fun before we head back to the ship? No sense looking for him any longer… We both know he's long gone." This ones voice was smooth, and his breath smelled of hard liquor.
I lashed out, trying to get loose, kicking and grabbing but only got thrown to the ground in my efforts. I shouldn't have quit those self defence lessons, but they had just gotten too expensive. Something sharp on the ground sliced a gash down my leg, I could feel the blood starting to trickle.
"She looks a tad bit small to be much fun Greyson, but if you want, ill keep an eye out for ya." the second voice finally spoke. Smith and Greyson. don't recognize the names, but then again I don't get to know too many people.
"Sorry boys, but your out of luck in the fun department tonight. This girl is mine." I watched as a shadow detached itself from the wall, stepping into the flickering street light and moving close reaching a hand down and pulling me up. Leaning down to my ear he whispered one word… "Run."
"Holy shit, Smith! Its Riddick! Our luck is finally looking up! Lets get him!" out popped a switch blade that Greyson had in his belt, Smith pulled out what looked like a type of bat that the peace keepers used.
"..but what about-" I started to speak but got shoved and again Riddick told me to run, so this time I took off, heading down the street, getting to the corner I turn but then stop, leaning against the wall, shaking my head. "I must be crazy, I have an opportunity to get away and yet I feel guilty, something has got to be wrong with me." I muttered to myself as I moved back and edged along the wall, stopping when I could see what was going on.
I could just manage to distinguish Riddick from the two Merc's, I watched as they circled him catching a flash of Riddick's silver eyes as he slowly pulled his goggles off his head completely and shoved them in a back pocket. Before I realised what he was doing he had a hold of the guy with the shiv while the other lashed out with his baton, only managing to hit his partner instead of his intended target.
"I told you to run. Now MOVE!" I jumped as Riddick's voice floated towards me. How did he know I was here… I clutched my bag to my chest, still watching as he fought them, not seeming to expend any effort. "Move girl or I will…"
I never did hear the rest of that, I was already running towards home, trying to stay to the shadows, not wanting another encounter with anyone. I was beginning to slow a couple blocks later, my legs screaming in exhaustion, my breathing laboured, but I pushed on, I didn't want to find out what Riddick would do to me if he caught me. I had no doubt he would be the winner in that fight. I also had no doubt that those Merc's were never going to see daylight again… oddly enough I did not feel bothered by that fact.
Seeing my apartment building up ahead I put on a burst of speed and slamming through into the stairwell, heading up and up until my floor, the top floor, getting to my door, unlocking it and finally falling into my living room. Remembering to lock the door behind me I dropped my bag, pulled my coat off and collapsed onto my small, old second hand sofa.
I shouldn't have just left him there, what if something did happen, if he got hurt? "Oh quit it. He's Riddick. A convicted murderer. Its good you got away. Just forget it." I tried to talk myself out of the guilt but it wasn't working. I was beginning to feel a little light-headed, and why was my leg sticky? Oh yeah, the cut, I should… do something… clean it, that's it… the room was starting to go dark around me, an odd grey colour, before I knew it I slipped into nothingness.
A/N : I really hope you like the story so far, its my first story i've ever published anywhere, so any and all criticism would be appreciated! Thank you for your time!
IceAngel425.