by evilgrin on 26 Dec 2005, 20:42
::THREE::
Vaughn’s watching me like a hawk. Saw me stash that bottle before we took off. Been keeping tabs on how much I drink. Can’t say I blame him.
Riddick, from what I’ve read in his files, before they disappeared, and know from experience, is a sociopath. A cold blooded, ruthless mass murderer. An escaped convict who’s killed anyone that’s ever got close enough to him. A man who underwent a procedure that kills just about everybody that does it, just to be able to better kill in the dark.
I survived the last run in I had with him. Then again, I had something to go home to, and I wasn’t drinking.
Vaughn’s worried I’ve got some sort of a death wish. That I took this job at all tells me that maybe he’s right, a little at least. You don’t hunt Riddick unless you’re willing to look death, and worse, in the face. Riddick will play with you before he kills you. There’s no one more dangerous.
But I’m watching you too, Vaughn. You’ve never forgotten what Riddick did to you, eight years ago. When we’re talking about him, your hand runs up over the scar. Don’t even think you know you’re doing it.
Then there’s Davis. He was requested. Seems he has a thing for tracking women. Not any particular skill that the rest of us don’t have, just a driving hatred that maybe not all of us would share. I’m the only one of us here that’s ever been married, and knows what it is to have really loved a woman, and the thought of Davis stalking one makes my skin crawl.
He isn’t happy just hunting them, it’s something else. Something dark and evil that seeps out of his pores. I don’t think he sees women as human at all. I have the terrible feeling that our man Davis may also be a rapist on top of the asshole I already figure him to be.
Which leaves Petrie. A pilot. He carries a gun, but there’s no conviction in him. Something weak and frail, but he is a decent pilot, and right now, he’s taking us to the Midorian, where, with any luck, we can wrap this up quickly, with Riddick and his girl in cryo, and no one else hurt. I’m not stupid enough to think it will be that easy. They don’t get much more dangerous in this life than Richard B. Riddick.
Davis has developed an unhealthy fascination with the artists drawing of Fenton’s nightmare. If the drawing is anywhere near reality, I can’t blame Riddick for his interest. Don’t much know what the hell she’d see in Riddick. Or what any woman would. What the hell could the guy offer any woman? Then again, if she’s really Agency, like they say, then she’s an assassin in her own right. Hell, I met my wife at work, I guess it’s not impossible.
Step away from that thought. Fuck, even saying sweet Louise’s name in the same breath as that murderous bastard makes me take a big pull from the bottle. Whiskey. Medicinal, for the pain. Vaughn shoots me that same hard look.
I say nothing, fuck, what could I say? All that’s left to do is the waiting. Waiting to reach the Midorian. Waiting while we scope out the best way to take Riddick and his girl without getting killed into the bargain. Seems most of this life is the wait. When you’re tracking someone like Riddick, the wait isn’t so bad. It sure as hell beats the alternative.
Pull my hat down, Relax, try to look calm. Pretend to be asleep. I can feel Vaughn’s eyes on me the whole time, watching me.