Carolyn Fry (
notyourcaptain) wrote2013-02-19 04:31 pm
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Just Flesh and Blood Exist - Riddick and Carolyn
She had been here for weeks now and had barely spoken to anyone. Carolyn had taken to long, long walks, wandering the city and the country outside, but always watching the sun. There had been one close call, one time she'd gotten lost and had experienced one long panic attack as she rushed home, certain she wouldn't make it back before the sun went down. She hadn't realized, until then, just how much of a mess she was. Sleeping with the lights on hadn't seemed like an issue - she just fell asleep with them on, it wasn't purposeful.
Except it was, and the thought of being caught outside at night had filled her with a terror so deep she'd spent the rest of the evening locked in her bathroom, where there were no windows. Sleep wasn't coming easily, but the food here was better than anywhere she'd stayed in a while, so it wasn't hard to make herself eat.
Carolyn spent most of her time working out. It was how she'd gotten through the academy. Fighting got her in trouble back then, so she burned off aggression in running, or boxing. She couldn't break the noses of the bastards who gave her shit, so she bruised her knuckles on a bag.
The park was nice. The air was clear and people generally left her alone. The sun came encouragingly down through the trees as she ran, keeping to the paths, enjoying the way sweat ran down her back, between her shoulderblades. Maybe she was dead. Maybe she was in a hospital somewhere. But this place wasn't too bad - so long as she kept herself out of the dark, and out of trouble.
Except it was, and the thought of being caught outside at night had filled her with a terror so deep she'd spent the rest of the evening locked in her bathroom, where there were no windows. Sleep wasn't coming easily, but the food here was better than anywhere she'd stayed in a while, so it wasn't hard to make herself eat.
Carolyn spent most of her time working out. It was how she'd gotten through the academy. Fighting got her in trouble back then, so she burned off aggression in running, or boxing. She couldn't break the noses of the bastards who gave her shit, so she bruised her knuckles on a bag.
The park was nice. The air was clear and people generally left her alone. The sun came encouragingly down through the trees as she ran, keeping to the paths, enjoying the way sweat ran down her back, between her shoulderblades. Maybe she was dead. Maybe she was in a hospital somewhere. But this place wasn't too bad - so long as she kept herself out of the dark, and out of trouble.
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"No," she said after a pause, frozen in spot, "no, I don't."
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Heaven in his mind was a very dangerous place. Made to live in the image of a God he hated, it would be worse than hell, she had been right about that.
She was right about more things than he liked to admit. "You should go. Get away from people like me."
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"Where are you staying? Because I'm assuming you haven't been living in the apartment given to you."
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"Whatever it is, I intend to find out."
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“Like I said, find me if you need me.” No answer to his question, his voice so low as to be little more than a rumble. Riddick stalked away from her, not willing to take his anger out on her, not willing to scream that she shouldn’t have died and that he hadn’t been able to save Kyra either.
Stay away from Fry, he told himself, knowing that he wouldn’t. He’d follow her, make sure she was safe here. Just next time he wouldn’t be seen.
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"Yeah," she said, barely loud enough for him to hear as he left, "I'll find you when I need you."