furya's heart's

talking

Riddick

What is it with this woman? I glanced down at my sleeping burden. I'd yet to set her down, even when we had checked the well. She hadn't let go of my shirt, but I wasn't gonna make her.

"She is resting?" The holy man approached with a bottle filled with water for the woman in my arms.

"Yeah. What else would anybody expect though." I replied, taking the bottle as I shifted her around a bit. Everyone was looking around, but aside from the holy man and his acolytes, nobody had even checked to see if she was alright. It's funny how everyone turned on her for helping me, but they're treating me better than her.

The woman with wild dark hair approached me, holding out her rig. "Here." I shifted the woman in my arms to grab it for inspection.

"What, it's broken?" I asked throwing it to the ground. My little woman whimpered and gripped my shirt tighter as she shifted in my grip. We both glanced down at the deceptively lethal woman.

"No, there's still a few hits left." She looked up into my goggles. "Actually, you asshole, I'm trying to say I'm sorry." Her attitude was grating on my nerves.

"I ain't the one you gotta apologize to. And when you do, it better not be as shitty as that." I growled. I stalked of, intent on finding somewhere to settle her down until I noticed Johns and the captain moving back into the skiff. Sorry, sweetheart. Looks like I can't get you in a cozy bed just yet. I sat on one of the barrels beside the skiff, settling her safely at my feet. She didn't seem to care about how soft or hard the ground was, so I let her lay there. I worked on grinding down the piece of metal I had scavenged for a shiv.

"He can pilot?" The captain hissed. I smirked as I listened in on their little conversation. I looked down at the woman sleeping at my feet. That's right. And if I have anything to say about it, me and princess here will be using this piece of shit to get to freedom, others be damned.

"That's how he escaped the last prison he was in. A lot of people died." Johns informed. "If we wait til the last minute, he has less time to make a break for it and leave us here."

"I don't get why we can't just stick to our deal-" Carolyn tried.

"Look. He's gotta pay for his crimes, I can't change that. I don't make the rules." He interrupted. Johns just really wants his payday. I snorted. The little woman at my feet twitched in her sleep, reminding me of a pup dreaming. I grinned at the thought.

Soon, princess, you're gonna be curled up against me when you sleep, too tired to move.

Johns stepped out as I took to spreading some of the grease in one of the barrels against my scalp. I picked up my new blade and began to scrape it across my scalp, going against the grain of the hair.

"Thought I said no shivs." Johns managed through dry heaves.

"What, this?" I looked up at him. "Nah, this just a grooming appliance." I gave it another pass over my head, then scraping off the grease into the barrel, sharpening the blade further with each pass. Johns left it alone, deciding it to be a better idea to get his fix. I decided to use that time wisely.

I stepped into the skiff, closing the hatch so that I could get some privacy with the captain. "Still need a few." I spoke, watching her jump. She turned to me, fear and guilt on her face. "Power cells." I clarified. She stood, and pressed a button.

"They're coming." She barely uttered out.

"Strange, not getting them before doing a full system check. Unless..." I approached her, successfully unnerving the newly appointed captain. "Unless Johns told you the particulars of my last escape." I was testing her.