For about half an hour I tried to get that key. No matter how far I stretched my body, I just couldn't reach it. Dang it Riddick. He knew just how far to put it. As I was stretched out I heard the voice.
"Having some trouble there?" I turned around to see a boy. Not much older than eleven or thirteen.
"Just a little. Would you like to help me?" It was a long shot but hey who knows I may get lucky. He smirked at me.
"What do I look like? A five year old? Johns would skin me if I did that."
I noticed something was different about this kid, I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
"Kid, why don't ya be nice and just give me the key?"
"Why?"
"Cuz if ya don't when ya back is turned she'd knife ya for not helping." We both turned our heads to see none other than Riddick.
"Shut up ya a-"
"Or what? You're locked up. And by the way it looks you ain't goin no where." He got closer till he was right in front of me.
"Hey kid, why don't ya go get Johns and turn this guy in hmm?" Riddick shot the kid a look and his face turned pale. He ran out the door without a word.
"Nice, you seem to have that effect on people Riddick," His hands found my sides as he made his way behind me. I could feel his lips on my neck as he talked,
"Ya know things didn't used to be this way…" I smirked to myself and with as much bitterness and venom as I could muster I spat back at him,
"Well who's fault is that? If you had just-" Then we heard it the scream. Riddick took off for the scream and of course, do to the chains, I stayed behind. I let out a huge sigh of relief. I didn't know if I could take him being that close…again.
I could see all the events playing out in my head. From the time we met to the time it ended. One silent bitter tear of remorse fell down my cheek. It was the one thing in my life that I actually cried for. My parents were killed by a mass murder, and I didn't cry. My sister and brother became mercs and killed by convict, and I didn't cry. I got ripped to shreds in a battle, went to three slams, and got sold to an emperor in New Mecca, and I didn't cry. But this one man…this cold, heartless person with no feelings made me cry. I didn't ball. I didn't scream. Just silent tears of regret and hurt for the past. I wonder if maybe…just maybe…if we could…Nah. He hates me. And I him. He may kiss me, he may hold me, but he doesn't love me. Not any more. But still….