“Told you I’d be back before you were done.”
Slipped through the back door, moving easily across the floor without being seen. I had stood, just watching her, for a few minutes, her feet curled under her now.
Her smile wide and beautiful, as I sit next to her. A smile that says she’s happy to see me, not a smile of relief, after doubting she’d see me again. She trusted that I would come back for her.
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Docked at a far slip, back at the Midorian. I have to admit, being back here makes me a little nervous. He’s playing with my hair, my ears. Getting ready to leave, but not wanting to leave me just yet. He hasn’t told me what he’s leaving for yet, just asked me to trust him, that he loves me, and that I should trust him. That everything will be all right. It’s the first time he’s said he loves me when he was calm. He tried, and failed, to hide his grin when I answered back.
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“Don’t worry, Riddick, it’s not hooked up to the…the ‘thingy’. ….Stop laughing, I don’t know what it’s called, but it’s all right……” Continue reading
Halloran. Sgt. David R. Halloran. The information I paid Ahmed for. A name, and a contact. Narrowed down a list of people Brightman would possibly have handed Anise to. He served under him for years. Figured it would have to be military.
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The doc told me to take it easy on her. Haven’t exactly been living up to that. She’s tired and shaken. I’ve scared her, and I’ve hurt her. All I can do is hold her. She hasn’t run, or pulled from me yet. That, and she loves me back. Keep hearing it in my head. A whisper, her deep voice a soft growl in my ear as she said it. Cutting through every shred of anger left in my head. She loves me back.
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He hasn’t let go of me. The weight of what he’s said heavy in the air between us. Still held by my hair, standing on my toes. Pressed hard against the wall, his chest to mine, a furnace. Violence thick in the air. Let my hands slide down to his hips. Still afraid. His anger is enough by itself, whether it’s directed at me, or just about me.
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We had lain still like that, him refusing to withdraw, for what seemed like forever. His face buried in my neck, his body tense, until my hands started to slip over his body again. Just because I could see didn’t mean I would stop seeing him in my own way. Catch a trickle of sweat as it slid down his ear, hold it with my finger. Let it slide over the rest of his neck, coming to rest where it meets his powerful shoulder. The reassuring weight of him pressed into me.
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I had never seen a woman shined before. A female convict wouldn’t have lived long enough to have it done. Her eyes lowered, trying to hide her fear from me. Clear silver pools, shining with their own inner light. Hidden. A slow blink. Soft lips parted slightly, in the shock of seeing in a completely different way. Considering that she was nearly blind before this, this moment must seem strange, just to see anything at all.
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Help her down, still waiting for anger. Her shine job marks her as a convict. I wonder if she knows that. My hand still on her arm. Don’t want to let her go. I tell myself it’s because she can’t see, and I don’t want her to fall, but I know that’s bull. Going to have to stop lying to myself at some point.
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He stayed with me. I had half expected him to turn me over. Feared it, when that other doctor took hold of my arm. But he never let go of me. Never left me. His voice, deep and quiet in my ear, telling me I would be all right, and that he wouldn’t let anyone hurt me. Through the pale haze, my body numbed by who knows what kind of chemicals, I felt his hand on me, almost constantly. An anchor. Not ashamed at all to say that I clung to that, to stop my descent. Continue reading