Title: I Want You To Need Me
Author: Mary (SlayerKnight2@aol.com)
Website: none
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I Want You To Need Me 23
By Mary
Johns
"No. I just finished my search and since you are law enforcement and had been traveling with the criminal, I thought it best to alert you and your companions." Lieutenant Kennedy replied.
Johns nodded. "Good."
Lt. Kennedy walked over to his computer console. She sat down and started typing quickly on the key pad, the precise clicks the only sound in the room. Johns leaned against the wall behind her.
"What are you doing?"
"Typing out a report for you to have. You'll need an arrest warrant to bring him into custody." The woman replied.
Johns smiled slightly. "Of course."
"Tell me. Did he kill your the rest of your crew?"
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"It's a simple question. Did the butchering bastard kill the other members of your crew?" Kennedy asked.
"No. Why haven't you interrogated us?"
"We are under strict orders not to."
Johns didn't like the sound of that. "By who?"
"The Company Command Center on Earth."
"Why?"
"We do not question orders." The programmed command came out with similar coldness. She stood up and walked around to the printer, handing Johns the paper. He nodded his thanks and watched her go to collect her datapad.
"Where are you going now?"
"To inform my captain of the present circumstances." Her back was to him.
The darkness beckoned once again, a howling in his soul and mind. It saw an outlet, a reasonable opportunity and it begged for release. Johns pulled the hunting knife out of his boot. He quickly walked up to her. With one hand over her mouth, Johns slit her throat. Her body stiffened and a muffled cry and she collapsed onto the ground. Johns let her fall, watching as her body landed with a sickening thud. He could tell she was still alive from her haggard breathing and her dark eyes looked up at him in anger.
He swallowed. "I'm sorry. I couldn't let you tell."
A little trail of blood leaked down out of the corner of her mouth and suddenly her chest stopped moving. Johns gazed at the dead body for a few moments. He felt numb now. The dark torrent had been appeased and withdrew to a small whisper in the back of his mind.
There was a noise from the behind him but Johns couldn't take his eyes off of the woman's body. He had done this. He'd killed an innocent woman in cold blood. Johns has done a lot of fucked up things in his life but this... this was a nightmare. He felt someone standing directly behind him, felt the heat. He finally tore his gaze from the body to look at Riddick.
The serial killer's face was a blank mask. His goggles reflected in the bright lights in the room. Riddick reached a hand out and Johns didn't move. The other man's hand slowly took the knife from his hand. Johns hadn't been aware he had still been holding it. Riddick used his other hand to guide Johns to sit down on the bed. The blonde man obeyed as his head spun with memories and possibilities.
He watched quietly as Riddick began to clean up the crime scene. The tall man used a towel to wipe off the handle of the knife. He brought out a different gray towel and handed it to Johns. The merc accepted it, touching Riddick's hand on purpose and holding it for an instant. Johns felt the man's fingers run over his cheek in an odd gesture of tenderness. He leaned into the caress in an attempt to absorb the other man's warmth.
"The body." Johns' voice was hoarse.
"I'll take care of it."
"They'll notice she's gone."
Riddick went into the closet and came out with a large sheet. "There's a transport coming for us in a couple of hours."
Johns watched him put the sheet over the woman. He wanted to help but his limbs were weighed down. He watched as Riddick lifted the woman effortlessly and placed her body in the air duct above his room.
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Riddick
This was not something he'd ever counted on seeing. The military bitch was dead and her body was hidden. He moved like a well-oiled machine, all of the past memories rushing back. Old habits die hard. He'd spoken with the captain a few minutes ago and they were leaving soon. Apparently not soon enough for the merc.
He glanced at Johns as he wiped the blood off of the walls, furniture, and floor. The man was loosing it. Riddick should have gotten him help long ago but things just seemed to get worse. It was like Johns was a magnet for trouble. Well, Riddick was stuck. That was for damn sure.
"Lotta blood." The voice sounded odd, strained.
"The jugular is messy."
There was a moment of silence. Riddick wouldn't probe. If there was one thing he learned from the slam it was that guilty men talked when they were ready. He didn't have to wait long.
Johns mumbled something.
"What?"
The blonde man stared at the newly cleaned floor. "She knew about you."
Riddick nodded."I figured they would sooner or later."
"She was the only one."
He understood. Riddick walked over and kneeled down in front of Johns. "Johns."
The young man didn't respond.
Shit. He didn't need the merc cracking on him now. He gently grabbed Johns face between his hands."Johns."
Cerulean eyes finally focused on him.
Riddick took a deep breath. For once he was at a lost for words. "We're almost out of here. Just...wash up, change."
Johns nodded. "Riddick."
There was a sudden knock at the door that startled them. It was still early morning. Who the hell could be at the door? And why now?