Kill the Riddick!!

Riddick hears the mangy cat scratching at the door. He would install a cat flap, but this is so much more fun. 'Sides which it's not like the damn beast would be grateful or anything. Slowly, like he has all the time in the world he leavers himself off the couch and goes to the door.

It just figures. She left and made it quite, infinitely clear that she wants nothing to do with him any more, and he gets stuck with the damn cat!

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DtC keeps stratching at the door and yowling at the top of his lungs even when he hears footsteps. Why should he be the only one suffering here? After all if he doesn't get his salmon, that orange hussy's lawyers will get him!

"Let me in!!!"

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Riddick is already scowling down at the cat when he opens the door.

"You know if you were a nice cat, and actually stopped plotting to kill me, I might think about putting in a cat door."

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The tip of his tail twitches when the talking monkey finally opens the damn door! He looks waaaaaay up at him and cocks one of his ears forward.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever. As crazy as it is, right now killing you has to be put on hold!" He doesn't wait for the cur to respond and bounds inside and starts looking around. "Where are they?"

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Riddick speaks slowly. Dispite the fact that this is a talking animal, sometime he's not to sure the stairs make it all the way to the next floor.

"Where. Are. Who?"

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DtC leaps onto the back of the couch then turns to face the cur. Maybe the air is too thin way up there and things aren't clear. He takes a deep breath then slowly speaks.

"Where... are... my... women?"

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First impulse is to back hand the animal into next week. The last thing he wants is to be reminded about Alice. Damn animal hasn't caught on that she hasn't been here in a long time.

Riddick's upper lip curls into a snarl, with himself as much as the cat. Since Alice left he hasn't done much of anything but sit on the couch and channel surf.

"Alice is gone. She's been gone for a long time and she's not coming back. I don't know where your other *women* are. *They* never lived here!"

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DtC arches his little kitty brow when the mangy cur bares his little puny teeth at him as if he's supposed to be intimidated by that!? What is he, a dog?! He snorts and turns his back on him before continuing to search the room.

"I know my Jack-woman doesn't live in here but she lived in this place and I know Alice isn't here either but... listen carefully, this is the important part, neither one of them are where they should be! Comprehende?"

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"They're not in the Nexus?" He asks rhetorically.

It feels like a kick in the gut that Alice thinks that she has to run so far, so hard to get away from him. He got the clue. He wasn't going to press her any more.

Riddick's lips press together in a thin line and his eyes flick to things unseen as he tries to make sense of it.

But Jack's gone too. Maybe it's related.

"Where's the other Riddick?" He asks seriously. If Jack was gone, Riddick would know where she went.

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DtC jumps off the couch and pads to the bathroom. He nudges open the door and goes inside before bothering to answer.

"I'm a cat, not a Cur-sitter! How the hell am I supposed to know? I wasn't looking for the rest of you!" *He jumps up on the counter and nudges the light switch on with his head.* "You wouldn't happen to have any salmon would you?"

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Riddick's nose curls at the idea of salmon. No, of course he doesn't have any salmon. He deliberately keeps stuff like that out of the apartment. It wouldn't do to let the clawed demon spawn think it was welcome here.

"The other Riddick might know where your Jack is. No, I don't have any salmon. Why would I keep salmon? And what's got your fur rubbed the wrong way that you need the girls?"

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DtC pokes his head out and just stares at the talking monkey for a few moments. If he ever needed any more reasons to think that the male has no reason what he's said was it.

"Why would you keep salmon?! Why not? It's the food of the gods you foolish, foolish talking monkey!" *he snorts* "Not keep salmon! Ha! Anyway, why should I tell you? You're probably the one that sic'ed the orange hussy's lawyers on me!"

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"No, if I was *trying* to annoy you, I'd go get a jar of fleas."

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Alice knows as soon as she opens the creaky door that the room isn't quite as empty as she had hoped it was. The lights are turned down low and she can hear the voices of two men arguing from some other room. She freezes with her hand on the doorknob. Shit, shit, shit. There go all of her plans to sleep in a bed and maybe take a shower tonight. She's not too far gone that killing people for a bed is something she's willing to do yet so she starts slowly backing out and hoping that the two men are too busy with their problems to come out and notice her.

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Riddick's head whips towards the sound of the creaky door opening. He left it creaky for a reason. Mercs. He glances over at the cat with an evil grin on his face, but he doubts the cat will want to join the fun.

His apartment is barely lit, and he disabled the light switches a long time ago. He's been hoping for something like this. It's been so dull without Alice around.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he stands in the middle of the hall, filling it.

The planned taunt dies on his lips.

"Alice..."

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Alice's about to dart away into the shadows when she spots a big, a very big man stepping into the hallway but when the man says her name she freezes. Her muscles tense in preparation to defend herself and her heart starts racing. Her gaze rapidly shifts from the man to the walkway and back again and her grip tightens on her knapsack. How does he know her name!?!

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Questions race in his mind as he stares at her. He closes his mouth which had fallen open. He's unaccustomed to revealing things like surprise. It's not often it happens, but...

There's a furtive quality to her stance that wasn't there when he saw her last. Her body language screams to him that she's running and running scared.

It eases something inside of him that she's run to him, even if she seems wary of him at the moment too.

"Why don't you come in and close the door," he suggest in a low calm voice.

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Alice hunches her shoulders when he speaks. Come in? What if the other man she heard's a company goon? How does he know her name?! Her breath starts coming in soft pants as she debates what to do. He looks like he could catch her if she ran and she's so tired of killing. Before she realizes that's she's doing it she takes a small step forward.

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A master at reading body language he can tell she's almost as skittish about being on this side of the door as the other, despite the fact that she's taken a step into the room. He offers her all the reassurance he has.

"They'll have to get through me too."

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Alice looks at him curiously when the man speaks again. Her brows furrow as she takes another small step inside. She looks back toward the walkway again before shifting her grip on her bag and looking back toward him. She doesn't know what to do. If he was one of them he'd already be trying to capture her but maybe this is a new technique the Company's using after she killed the last batch. But... what if he's not. She darts her tongue over her lips and when she finally speaks, her voice is little more than a whisper.

"Really?"

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Riddick has to unclench his jaw to speak.

"I thought you knew that." He manages to rumble the word at her rather than growl them.

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Alice stiffens and she completely stops moving at the tone of his voice. She lowers her gaze as she starts considering whether or not taking off is worth it. She's still close enough to the door that she can make it. She looks back up and whispers. Her voice sounds harsh to her own ears, after all it's been a while since she's spoken.

"Why would I know that?"

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Well, that didn't win him any brownie points.

No, he thinks. Guess you never did know that did you.

She never had trusted him. She was always quick to think he had betrayed her.

"'Cause I never tried to kill you back."

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As if she needed just one more thing to add to her confusion, what he said could be classified as it. She cocks her head as she forces her muscles to relax. She's pretty sure that if he'd tried to kill her she'd remember it or that she'd tried to kill him. Pretty sure at least, that's the best she can do anymore. She shakes her head slowly and takes a small step back.

"Kill you?"

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