Prophecy

A low rumble resonated through his chest and escaped from his throat in the form of deep laughter. She smiled wickedly at him and shook her head. “Dammit Richard,” she began before she caught a glimpse of the patrolmen moving towards the bar. He noticed her change of expression and instantly disappeared from sight. Picking up another cloth she began to mop up the spilt drink from the counter while slowly positioning herself in front of the small recess under the bar that was now filled by Riddick’s massive form.



“Ahem.”



She looked up into the face of a young patrolman and almost jumped at the feel of Riddick’s large, warm hand running up her calf.



Smiling pleasantly she asked “What can I get you?”



He smiled back at her and held up a holo-card.



“Have you seen this man?” he asked.



She glanced at the shimmering three dimensional image of Riddick on the card and shrugged.



“Sure,” she said.



His hand froze at the back of her knee.



“Look around you, this place is full of men like that.”



She felt him relax again and his hand continued on its exploration of her thigh. The patrolman quickly glanced around the room before realising what she said and turned back, pushing the card closer to her.



“Not like this man. Take a closer look.”



She peered at the holo-card, “He’s kinda cute aint he?” she asked smirking before kicking Riddick in the ribs. He grunted softly but his hand didn’t stop in its upward journey.



“Cute?” the patrolman was horrified, “Ma’am this is probably the most dangerous man in the known universe.”



She looked up at him and feigned surprise. “Really? Cute and dangerous?” She just managed to suppress a moan. “What did he do?”



“He’s an escaped convict, a murderer. He is wanted in more systems than I can count.”



“Really? Wow! And you think he is in here? In my bar?” She kicked him again to try and stop him caressing her. She was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate.



“That’s the information we got from a couple of lowlifes that say were attacked by him in here just a few minutes ago.”



She felt Riddick tense in the alcove. His body instantly felt like rock. He was a coiled serpent ready to pounce. She heard the soft hiss of his blade being unsheathed and stepped in closer ensuring that he couldn’t move from his hiding spot without hurting her in the process.



She leaned on the bar and crossed her arms under her breasts emphasising her cleavage.



“Honey, look around you.”



He stared at her breasts and subconsciously licked his lips.



“This aint exactly the Palace.” She smiled at him. “This whole place is filled with murderers and thieves and they are forever at each other’s throats. Can you really trust what any of them say?”



She glanced into the crowd and saw the other patrolmen coming towards the bar. She nodded at them and smiled.



“If he was in here, your friends would’ve found him by now.” She looked down at the bar then glanced up at him through her lashes. “Your uniform’s scaring off my clientele. Why don’t you come back later, when you’re off duty and…” she indicated for him to come closer and she whispered in his ear.



His eyes widened and he turned a nice shade of crimson. “Um, ah,” he stammered then cleared his throat. “I can’t. I’m married.”



“Oh,” she pouted feigning disappointment and placed her hand on his cheek. “All the good ones are.”