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Escape	By : talvari737 Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 3631 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Riddick, or any of the characters from the CoR verse, so therefore, I make no profit from this. Just like everyone else, I really, REALLY, wish I did. Or that I could just have Riddick. But I c

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Cierce
�Oh?� He asked, in an almost mocking tone. He had a smirk on his face now, and she wanted to smack him for it. He was most definitely mocking her, and she hated that he had the upper hand now. She preferred it when he was chained down and SHE was in control.
Except that was a bad, bad thought. She felt her cheeks flush for what must have been the hundredth time today, and she felt heat pool between her legs. Riddick�s smirk widended, and one of his eyebrows raised up just a hair. She let out a growl of her own, and mentally winced when it sounded more like a kitten�s mew.
�Yeah. Whole family is dead, so everything comes to me when I hit twenty. � She answered casually, acting like none of this phased her at all, and failing miserably at it. She finally straightened herself out and sat up. She would have stood except she could already tell it would hurt. But damn if she didn�t need to clean up.
�Mmm. When would that be?� He asked, a little too casually. When she raised her own eyebrow back up at him, he shrugged those thick shoulders. �Maybe I want to wish you a Happy Birthday. Or maybe give you a present.� He licked his lips in a very overtly sexual way. She swallowed a lump in her throat.
�Like I�d tell you a god damn thing. No, I figure I�ll keep that little detail to myself. That way once it hits, you can�t just take me for all I�m worth and run,� She didn�t like this turn of events. She didn�t like just sitting around and talking. She wanted this whole thing to be over with. And she really, really wanted to put pants back on. What had seem so sexy and intimate before now just served to embarrass her and make her feel all too vulnerable.
Riddick could smell it too, this sudden change of emotion. He cleared his throat, which startled Cierce. He frowned when she jumped and gave a slight eye roll. He stood up and offered her a hand. She looked at him, suspiciously.
�Well, if we�re gonna do this, its better to do it sooner than later. I want my shivs back. And then you and me are gonna have another little chat, because if I�m gonna be sharing this shit hole with you, I got rules.� He said, answering her silent question.
She watched as he presented his hand again, and this time she took it without hesitation. It didn�t really matter. He was already free, so if he really wanted to kill her, or rape her, its not like it would be difficult for him to do. Not that you can rape the willing, a small part of her thought. He helped her to her feet and she smoothed her skirt down, adjusted the strap on her tank top, and brushed hair away from her face.
�The Ca�pn took most of your stuff for his own. Both your shivs are in his room, along with that leather jacket you had on. Your own goggles Avery took. You were oh-so lucky to be wearing his. Fucking slim ball, he is.� She said in return, her voice now flat and neutral. It was her business voice. �Other than that, I didn�t see much else.�
�There was nothing else. I like to travel light. Less shit to keep track of. You go grab my shit. I�m gonna think about how I wanna do this.� He walked off towards the front of the ship without a second glance back at her. She mock saluted him and muttered �Yes, sir,� under her breath. He whirled around.
�Careful, kid. I might get used to the sound of that.� He rumbled, deliberately looking her up and down. Her throat went dry and she watched him disappear through the door. She let out a loud sigh and followed after a moment. She carefully crept into the captains quarters, being more quiet than necessary considering the man was dead to the world, and removed the two shivs from the table they sat on. The leather jacket was thrown carelessly over a chair, which she grabbed too.
She wandered up to the front of the ship to find Riddick leaning up against the wall next to the couch. She tossed his jacket to him, then handed his shivs over to him, handle first, being careful not to nick herself again. He had taken everything from her without a word, only nodding his head at her once. He ran his finger down both the blades, and snorted in disgust.
�Dunno what the fuck he did to my blades, but its dull as hell. � Riddick muttered. She rolled her eyes.
�Captain Jameson. He wanted to see what they could do,� She motioned towards the corner where a bunch of beer cans and other disposable materials had been shredded. �There�s no doubt which one he is. Avery is the slimball. Literally. Looks like he took a grease bath. Dennison� lean, dark. Wears glasses. Hound� he has all the tattoos. Thinks hes a real bad ass. Carlson. Quiet type. Real mean bastard. Has a nasty scar over his mouth that makes it look like hes always frowning. Sonic.. hes the navigator. Always has on baggy pants, and has long bleach blonde dreads. Skinny ass white boy. Dumb as hell. Then there�s Blue. His hair is dyed it, if you are wondering why we call him that. He�s mute and kinda Carlson�s whipping boy. Loves pain just like Carlson. And finally� Marissa. The other chick. Can�t mistake her for no one else, either.�
Riddick had snarled loudly when he saw the pile of cans that this dumbass Jameson had taken his frustrations out on with HIS shivs, but had stopped to stare at her curiously when she began to ramble on about the crew. �Enlightening, really. But why the fuck are you telling me all this?�
�Figured if you were gonna ghost them, you should at least know their names.� Came her small reply.

Riddick
He was back to just starring t her. He knew it was probably unnerving, but she kept surprising him. She obviously had some balls- figuratively speaking, and he knew THAT part first hand, his animal side growled- but she was such an innocent it made his head hurt. He didn�t even know what to say to her answer, so he just shrugged.
�Would you go grab my goggles? I�d prefer to do this lights out, but I don�t want them damaged in the mean time. � He asked instead, surprised that she left with nary a comment. Not even a dirty look, or a sarcastic comment. He reached into his leather jackets� inner pockets to find his arm braces that were hidden there. They were hand made, and commissioned particularly for him. He slid them over his forearms and tightened the small straps until they were firmly in place. He rarely caught himself with his own shivs, but the guards were great to have if someone got a lucky slash in. Not that he thought these mercs would use knives.
He looked up again as she walked in, noticing that she was quite a bit paler than she had been. He didn�t think talking to her at the moment would help, not that he would even know what the fuck to say in a situation like this. It wasn�t like he was the chatty type. Hell, in the past half hour, he had probably spoken more to this kid than any other person within the past two years.
Except she�s not a kid, his animal side thought. She�s a woman. He watched her almost hungrily as she moved towards him. Once she came to stand before him, she grabbed a bit of her shirt and began to wipe away the grime and dirt and whatever else may have marred the surface of his goggles.
�It�s not much better, but I�m sure I got most of the shit off of them,� She said, deathly quiet. He cocked his head slightly to the side before reaching out and taking them. He muttered a thanks, then cleared his throat.
�I figure I�ll go after the main crew first. Second door on the right, yeah?� He waited for her to nod, and then went on. �By the time the other two are full aware and out of cryo, I�ll be done with the others. Not that I really like the idea of slicing up a bunch of sleeping pigs, but what are ya gonna do. After that, it should be quick. You stay up front in the cock pit. Shut the door, and leave the main lights on . Power down everything else. Got that?� He watched her nod meekly. He adjusted the strap on his goggles to the well worn spot that marked were they were always adjusted to, and, thought better of it, handed them to her. �Like I said. I don�t want them damaged in the mean time. Keep them safe, yeah?�
�Sure,� Was her answer as she took them delicately from his hands. He could smell tears. Indecision wracked him, and he grabbed her wrist in a too-fast motion. She gasped and he wanted to smack himself. He felt bad enough that she was so� upset.
�Don�t you dare cry for them. They would sell you out in an instant if it meant they got a little extra something. Mercs have a saying, and its goes a little something like �greed is the creed�. You got that?� She nodded and he let go of her. She turned around and stiffly moved towards the main cabin. Riddick watched as she settled herself into the pilots chair, took one last look at him, and hit the door�s close button. It swished shut with a metallic grind. A moment later, and everything was black.
Riddick closed his eyes for a moment and let his body acclimate to the dark. As useful as his eye shine was, he did not solely rely on it to move in the dark. His other senses were just as well honed, and he used every advantage he could when it came to a fight. This included knowing one�s surroundings, the weaponry being used against him, and who it was that he was going after. Truth be told, it was usefully knowing the basics of each person. He still hadn�t expected her to have so much� emotion to her voice as she told him about her doomed crew mates.
�Come out and play,� He muttered to his beast. He relaxed then, and let himself slip into animal mode. The kill or be killed side of him that relied little on intellect, emotion, and logic, and relied solely on instinct and senses. He opened his eyes and turned towards the rooms.

Probably going to be some serious violence and gore in the next chapter, so if you can't stand that kinda stuff, here is the forewarning.
In other news... If I am a bit slow at uploading this, sorry! I have a four month old and I snag about every opportunity I have to write, but it isn't easy! Same reason for any errors and typos I may have. I'm usually fanatical about using good grammer and about spelling, but usually I write while shes napping, and I am just trying to type as fast as I can come up with the story.
I'm glad you guys like what I have so far. If you have any ideas or things you'd like to see, just message me and I'll try to use it in the story. Ta ta for now!
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