Rocky Henderson stood in the center of Kelly's living room looking around slowly. She'd gotten a head start, but he wasn't worried. Best case she'd bleed out from the slice he'd gotten on her and worse he'd have to track her. But that wouldn't be hard, sure she was smart enough to avoid scans but thanks to Ryan he knew where her shuttle was and he'd just track her from there.

And given the fact that there were two plates on the table and that the spare room was filled with men's clothes too big for his sister it seemed that she did have a man with her and from the glimpse he'd gotten it sure looked like a big mother fucker, and probably was Riddick.

Rocky grinned menacingly, what a great day. First he was gonna be able to get his sister once and for all, and then he was gonna get that big fat bounty for Richard B Riddick. God he loved his job.

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Riddick sat on the bed beside Kelly on the bed in her ship stitching the cut on her stomach. He could see why she was a pod pilot, she was dangerous behind the wheel of a ship. After a mad rush through the allies and streets she'd bolted into the hanger and had had the skiff ready to fly by the time he'd gotten on board. She'd flipped the switch to close the door and he'd barely had time to strap himself before she was in the air. She'd sped through the buildings as they gain altitude so fast that he'd closed his eyes fearful that they were going to crash.

But they hadn't and now they were set on course to Jenta Cera, a small outer jungle planet. Kelly had collapsed after she'd slammed a vile of her meds. Riddick had quickly scooped her up and carried her into the small bedroom where they were now. The ship was good sized with two bedrooms (one which Kelly had converted to a training room) and a cargo hold filled with food, water, booze, clothes (some of which he was grateful were big enough for him), and med supplies. Riddick had quickly grabbed some sutures and disinfectant, before going to work. The cut that her brother had inflected was deep and she'd lost a hell of a lot of blood. It was amazing that she was still awake, Riddick silently wished that he could have gotten his hands on the asshole. For some reason it infuriated him to no end that the bastard had hurt Kelly, and he had no clue why.

"Okay, ouch," Kelly said looking up at him.

"Sorry," he chuckled taking another stitch, "But I gotta close this or you might bleed out. He cut you good."

"Probably hoping I would bleed out," she muttered closing her eyes.

"You got a hell of a brother," he said wondering why her brother hated her enough to actually want to kill her. He honestly couldn't imagine what heinous shit she would've had to pull to manage that one.

"You have no idea. He actually killed 10 of the people I'm blamed for including our parents and all the counts of torture except one are his too. He's a sociopath," she said wincing as he pushed the needle through her skin again. Riddick stopped and stared down at her.

"He killed your parents?" he asked.

"Tortured 'em first. He also gave me the scar on my neck when he slit my throat when we were 12. He's not the good twin," she muttered.

"Why?" he asked astounded that anyone would kill (or in Kelly's case try and kill) their family. Growing up all he'd wanted was a family to love and protect.

"Because he's fucking insane," she replied opening her eyes, and he swore he saw a glimmer of fear in them, "He's smart too. He pinned the shit on me, registered as a merc, and now he makes good money killing people. It's his dream job." Nodding in agreement he went back to stitching the cut closed. His snitches weren't nearly as small and neat as the ones he'd sewed him up with but they'd do the job. After a few minutes of silence Kelly let out a soft chuckle.

"What?" he asked as he finished stitching her wound.

"I guess I added another count of indecent exposer to my record," she said causing him to laugh.

"Yeah, but I don't see how they can call it a crime. You're fucking sexy," he smirked causing her to raise her hand and smack his with a surprising amount of force in the back of the head.

"Pervert," she grumbled, "We're running from a psychopath that wants to kill me and you so he can turn us in for our dead bounty, and all you can do is hit on me. Fucking weirdo." Riddick just chuckled as he finished stitching her up.

"So what are we going to do about the sleeping arrangements?" he asked and she shrugged as she rolled over pushed herself up with a soft groan.

"Don't care where you sleep Riddick," she said as she stood up and went over to a dresser pulling out a pair of black cargos and a white wife beater, "As long as you keep your paws to yourself."