furya's heart's

Assholes

Just, pretend he's not there, bel. You look, and he wins. He's gonna give you that cocky smile and your heart's gonna melt, and he'll know he won this round. Do. Not. Look. I glanced over to my convict walking companion and he smirked. I averted my eyes, coloring slightly before speeding up my gait. Shazza, Johns, and Fry all turned back to glare at me and I instantly hung back. I was walking by Riddick again with a sigh.

"Guess that didn't work out like you planned, huh, princess?" Riddick teased.

"...Shut up." I crossed my arms and hunched as my face began to mimic a tomato. He chuckled.

"So what, you wave your magic stick and he's one of us now?" Shazza asked the merc.

"No. But this way, I don't have to worry about any of you going to sleep and not waking up." Johns replied with a tinge of amusement.

"Does this mean I can talk to him now?" Jack asked excitedly.

"No." The prospector and merc said in unison. Jack deflated a bit.

"What about Belle? She's not a convict or anything." She tried again.

"No!" They both said, voices firm. The kid wilted and I sighed.

"Why are people such assholes?" I combed my fingers through my hair, trying to smooth my choppy locks down.

"You really want an answer, babygirl?" Riddick queried.

"Why are you even bothering with me, anyway?" I redirected the conversation. "Yeah, we're soul mates, but that doesn't mean anything." I spoke in a whisper.

"I was born with nothing to my name. Practically destined for this life. But you? You're the first good thing that's come into it. I ain't letting that go without a fight. So you can either enjoy the ride with me and try not to die, or deal with me chasing you across the 'verse and back again until I decide it ain't worth it." He muttered lowly with a wolfish grin. "I enjoy a good chase, so you might be in for a long run." I blushed.

"I'm not about to put myself up for abandonment." I sniffed. "So you'll just have to chase me, I suppose." I looked ahead, stubbornly refusing to look over to his growing grin. "I don't expect anything more from you than what my family gave me. If they left me, so will you, once you're bored with me." And just like that, his grin diminished into a snarl.

"Is that so? You don't even know me, princess." He growled at me. I turned a glare to him, feeling a much more piercing glare behind his goggles directed back.

"I know what I've been through. Why would you be any different than them?" I retorted. He didn't answer, instead choosing to give me what I assumed was a hard stare. "Because I'm your soul mate?" I scoffed. "My mother cheated on my father while he was battling cancer. A month after his death, she was remarried. My dad was her soul mate. Soul mates mean nothing." I turned my jaded gaze back to the rest of the group.

"Would you do that? Cheat on your soul mate?" He asked, voice grim. I whipped my head to face him again.

"Never!" I just about snarled. "Nobody deserves to lie awake, wondering why they weren't enough." My hands shook in fists down at my side. "I'm not my mother." I said in almost a whisper, fighting back angry tears as I stared at my feet.

"Then why do you think I would? If I wanted to hurt ya, I'd just kill ya. I'm more interested in making you mine. Permanently." His words brought me up short. I stopped in my tracks for a moment, trying to process it.

"I've learned the hard way not to hold everyone up to my expectations for myself. Often times than not, they fall short." I finally muttered as I caught up to him.

"Not everyone's gonna fall short, princess. Just gotta decide if it's worth the risk." Riddick grunted. I fell silent. At that moment, Paris dropped one of his bottles of booze. He turned back to grab for it, only to be intercepted by Riddick. As they straightened back up, Paris held out his hand to be shook.

"Paris P. Ogilvie. Antiquities dealer, entrepreneur." He introduced himself. Riddick took his hand into a firm grip and smirked.

"Richard B. Riddick. Escaped convict, murderer." He mocked. The frail man shook in fear, though he'd tried to remain friendly. Richard popped open the wine.

"That shirazz is a lovely drop. Very expensive." Paris tried to protest. I watched the liquid disappear from the bottle as Riddick gulped it down. "By all means, help yourself." The frail man muttered, turning away to catch up with the others.

"I hope you aren't a lecherous drunk. Or that you have a high tolerance to alcohol." I muttered. "And that they give you plenty of water. Dehydration's a bitch."

"Worried, princess?" He teased.

"Should I be?" I glared at him, back straight. "You gonna give me a reason to worry about you drinking?" We had paused in our steps as I squared off with him. He tilted his head at me, reminding me of a predator deciding on whether or not the thing in front of them is a threat. He gave a feral grin.

"You're kinda cute, all puffed up like a kitten." He chuckled. He started moving again, leaving me gawking at his well muscled shoulders. "Don't worry. I like my women willing."

"I am not cute! And I don't resemble a kitten in any way!" I near shrieked as I jogged to catch up, catching everyone else's attention. "Take it back!"

"Okay. You're not cute. And you're not like a kitten." He paused for a moment before a smartass grin split his face. "You're an adorable little Omega." He snickered at my furiously red face.

One of these days, I'm gonna kick his Alpha male ass. I kept my eyes down as I stomped on.

"Hurry up, lovebirds." Johns hollered back. "You're burning daylight."

"And you're burning unnecessary calories, flapping your jaws like that." I sneered back. Jack snorted up ahead, holding back laughter. The others shifted uncomfortably, nervous from the two most dangerous seeming people banding together. "We're right behind you, so quit your bitching and mush on."

"You heard the lady. Mush on." Riddick taunted, getting everyone moving again.

Everything quieted down for a moment, and I let my mind wander before my eyes alighted back to my companion.

"So. Richard, huh?" I mused. He stiffened minutely.

"Yeah." He tilted his head in my direction, almost daring me to say something.

"I like it. It suits you." I gave a small smile. He stopped walking for a moment, but I kept moving. I wasn't falling for him. You keep telling yourself that.