Dark Eyes (A Riddick Story)

Wanting More

“Riddick…” the guy said angrily as he held the gun out, the barrel facing Riddick’s head. I stared in shock as he stared at him angrily, and then suddenly they both smiled and started laughing. “You son of a bitch man! Where have you been?” he asked putting the gun down and pulling Riddick in for a hug. I stared with wide eyes as I realized I was holding a knife out defensively and then put it back in the hilt as I watched them a little embarrassed.

            “You know me Kenley.” He pulled back as the man stared into his goggled and this past his head toward me.

            “Oh uh,” Kenley put his elbow against the frame of the door and slicked his hair back with a licked hand. “Who’s the broad?” he said lifting his eyebrows in a teasing fashion.

            I glared at him with beady eyes and held my hand on my hilt ready to take it out again. If it was one thing I didn’t like, it was strangers with a kinky attitude. “Your wife is in there Kenley. Plus she is a feisty one.” He said slapping him in the stomach before walking inside. Knowing that he had a wife only made me want to stab him even more.

            “Come on in,” he stepped back as he slung the gun over his shoulder though he wouldn’t stop looking at me like I was his play thing. I walked through the threshold and gazed my eyes over the place. Of course it was wood and had two bedrooms on either side of the house. A kitchen was to the immediate right and there were two small couches in front of us that faced the television. There was a bathroom right across from the kitchen and it looked like someone was in there.

            “How’s the kid?” Riddick asked casually looking at a bow that was placed on the wall above the couch.

            Kenley walked into the kitchen with his gun and placed it on the table. He opened the fridge and took out a silver bottle and threw it to Riddick who caught it with ease and popped it open. Fizz floated over the top as Kenley spoke. “Fine, thanks to you.” He said as he took a swig from his own drink, and I thought it might’ve been beer from the smell. Riddick nodded and Kenley was quick to continue the conversation. “What are you doing here man?” he asked curiously with shrugged shoulders and his hands on the table to support his weight.

            Riddick gave him a smile, a cunning smile I got from him often. “Now…do I look like a convict with a big mouth?” he tilted his head slightly as the rim of the beer was brought to his mouth.

            “No, but you do look like a convict.” He replied swiftly watching him carefully.

            “We just need a place to stay for a night or two.” He looked at him with a thin line of his mouth. It was clear, even though the goggles, the kind of eyes he was giving the man.

            Kenley gave a nervous giggle and nodded his head as he pressed his lips together. “Well, uh, it’s the least we can do.” he nodded his head as suddenly a small boy burst through the doorway to our left. He was about thirteen and had short blonde hair unlike his father who had dark scruff on top of his head and a short, thick brown beard.

            “Riddick!” the boy exclaimed and looked up at the man that was at least five times his size. He waved hello and then went over to his father who knelt down and picked him up, hugging him protectively. I didn’t know much about their situation, but it seemed like he was still afraid of Riddick even though he supposedly kept their son from dying.

            The mother came out of the bathroom with a confused angled face. She had sharp lines and hair pulled back into a ponytail, and it was very clear who the son got most of his looks from. “Did I hear…” she turned toward the man in the center of their living room and brought her hand slowly to her mouth. “Riddick…” she swallowed hard and started rubbing her hands on her apron.