The Chronicles of Riddick: The Underverse
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Adult ++
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5,127
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26
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4
Chapter Four
Xander slid the door open slowly, peeping around the corner. Right on schedule, passed out, on the sofa and armchair respectively the parents. He turned to Riddick, and mimed silence. And had the brief thought that this charades thing was going to grow old fast.
Xander slunk across the living room, habit made him quick and quiet. He was through and to the stairs leading to the basement in seconds. Riddick was right behind him. He wasn't surprised. The man moved like Deadboy. Except he didn't give him that same creepy feeling. Opening the door, he flicked on the light switch and pointed down the stairs.
Riddick glanced down the entryway then back to the living room. He knew the boy wanted to hide him from his parents. He'd know why the minute he'd taken a breath. They stank of liquor, and from the fear scent coming from the boy they weren't happy drunks. The thought... irked him. While he'd only known Xander for less than an hour, it
was obvious he was an intelligent and resourceful man. And if Aereon had sent him to this young man, an important one. However, now was not the time to get into it. He would save the young man as much hassle as he could, with a nod he slipped down the stairs.
Xander gave a relieved sigh when his impromptu guest disappeared down the stairs. Mission A accomplished. Moving as quietly as when he'd arrived Xander headed upstairs to his bedroom; inside he gathered his sleeping bag, a pillow and a blanket. The basement sometimes got chilly. That done he headed back downstairs, he was
halfway across the kitchen when the light came on.
"W-has wit the sleeping bag boy," croaked Tony.
Xander bit back a curse, and turned to face his father. "Uh, I was gonna check out the basement. See, how I liked it. It's bigger than my room."
"Why don't you gone ahead and stay down there. That way I can rent your room to Rory. He's been asking when we were gonna kick you out anyway," slurred the senior Harris stumbling over to the fridge.
Xander was about to protest when the silver glimmer caught his eye again. "Yeah, sure dad. I'll just move my stuff down this weekened," he said, hurrying toward the stairs.
"Whatever, boy," was the grunted reply.
Xander gave a sigh of relief when his 'guest' vanished back down the stairs. Before he followed him he made sure the upstairs door was shut tight, and slipped a broom in front of it. If his parents ventured down, by some odd chance, he'd hear them first.
At the bottom of the stairs he took in his guest again. Once again common sense tried to rear its head. What the hell was he doing? Taking some strange man, never mind he'd been rescued, into his house? He could be a serial killer or a door-to-door salesman. He hadn't had much luck with those. And now here he was not only with just one sleeping back, but preemptively moved into the basement all on account of this Riddick. Yeah, he was the Zeppo again.
***
Riddick eyed the material in the kid's hands. It looked like some form of bedding. He supposed it would be to much to ask to sleep in a real bed. Still, it was a lot better than he was expecting. Being back in this primitive time he was lucky he hadn't been burned at the stake yet.
Xander set his stuff on the side table, and moved over to his
parent's old fold-out. The thing really needed a good airing out and there was a spring that tried to gut you, but it was better than nothing. He moved around the room, shoving things out of the way until he'd cleared out a decent size space. He grabbed his abandoned bundle, and spread it out across the floor. Then resorted to the pantomine again.
"Riddick," he said then pointed to the floor. "Sit. Stay."
Riddick stared at the kid, then rolled his eyes. He didn't speak the language. He wasn't mental. Riddick shrugged, he'd had worse. Without further sound, he slid to the floor.
Xander bit back a moan of relief. He was tired, frustrated, and his knee hurt like a sonuvabitch. He just wanted to sleep. Except he wasn't 'cause there was bad touching again!
Xander jerked up to glare at the hand on his knee. The glare Riddick gave him in return beat out Willow's resolve face anyway. He hissed as the hands pressed against the swollen flesh, before he batted at them.
Riddick ignored the hands, he'd temporarily forgotten about the kid's injury until he'd given that low whine again. The area was even more aggravated than before and if it wasn't wrapped tonight it'd be a real bitch to deal with tomorrow. Without thought he ripped up the kid's pants leg.
Xander yelped, and would have moved except Riddick had his knee and he was abruptly reminded of the pain from earlier. Plus, it wasn't like he could go anywhere without it. "Ya know, I could have taken care of that later. No need to ruin a perfectly serviceable pair of dockers. And am I just talking to myself aren't I?" Xander scooted around until he was facing Riddick, then slowly reached out to hold
the man's hands still.
Riddick glanced up. Xander found himself momentarily held by the silver gaze, before shaking himself. "I got bandages. Okay? Bandages." Xander mimed wrapping his leg. Riddick grunted and backed away. Xander shifted to the edge of the bed, but Riddick held him still. He sighed then pointed over to the stand above the washtub. He usually kept an emergency supply downstairs. In the off chance his mother was actually sober enough to ask questions, or notice the
demon goo.
Riddick glanced over, spotting the white box with the big red cross. Xander was once again astounded by how quickly, and silently the man moved. One second he was there, gone, and then back. In short order his leg was wrapped, and Riddick was back on his space on the floor.
Xander eyed him wearily. Exhaustion finally taking over, he dropped back onto the fold-out. Tomorrow was another day. He'd deal with him then. It wasn't long before Xander was out like a light.
Riddick sat, waiting for the boy to slip deeper into sleep. The
answer to the smell that had been disturbing him all night lurking in the back corners of his brain. He knew it meant something. He suspected that old witch Aereon knew as well. Whatever. He'd deal with what was coming like he did everything else. Shiv in hand.
When Xander's breathing became slow and deep, Riddick stood, gliding over to the bed. He slipped in, curving around the younger man. He had no idea what was in store, but he intended for this boy to come through it alive.
tbc...
Xander slid the door open slowly, peeping around the corner. Right on schedule, passed out, on the sofa and armchair respectively the parents. He turned to Riddick, and mimed silence. And had the brief thought that this charades thing was going to grow old fast.
Xander slunk across the living room, habit made him quick and quiet. He was through and to the stairs leading to the basement in seconds. Riddick was right behind him. He wasn't surprised. The man moved like Deadboy. Except he didn't give him that same creepy feeling. Opening the door, he flicked on the light switch and pointed down the stairs.
Riddick glanced down the entryway then back to the living room. He knew the boy wanted to hide him from his parents. He'd know why the minute he'd taken a breath. They stank of liquor, and from the fear scent coming from the boy they weren't happy drunks. The thought... irked him. While he'd only known Xander for less than an hour, it
was obvious he was an intelligent and resourceful man. And if Aereon had sent him to this young man, an important one. However, now was not the time to get into it. He would save the young man as much hassle as he could, with a nod he slipped down the stairs.
Xander gave a relieved sigh when his impromptu guest disappeared down the stairs. Mission A accomplished. Moving as quietly as when he'd arrived Xander headed upstairs to his bedroom; inside he gathered his sleeping bag, a pillow and a blanket. The basement sometimes got chilly. That done he headed back downstairs, he was
halfway across the kitchen when the light came on.
"W-has wit the sleeping bag boy," croaked Tony.
Xander bit back a curse, and turned to face his father. "Uh, I was gonna check out the basement. See, how I liked it. It's bigger than my room."
"Why don't you gone ahead and stay down there. That way I can rent your room to Rory. He's been asking when we were gonna kick you out anyway," slurred the senior Harris stumbling over to the fridge.
Xander was about to protest when the silver glimmer caught his eye again. "Yeah, sure dad. I'll just move my stuff down this weekened," he said, hurrying toward the stairs.
"Whatever, boy," was the grunted reply.
Xander gave a sigh of relief when his 'guest' vanished back down the stairs. Before he followed him he made sure the upstairs door was shut tight, and slipped a broom in front of it. If his parents ventured down, by some odd chance, he'd hear them first.
At the bottom of the stairs he took in his guest again. Once again common sense tried to rear its head. What the hell was he doing? Taking some strange man, never mind he'd been rescued, into his house? He could be a serial killer or a door-to-door salesman. He hadn't had much luck with those. And now here he was not only with just one sleeping back, but preemptively moved into the basement all on account of this Riddick. Yeah, he was the Zeppo again.
***
Riddick eyed the material in the kid's hands. It looked like some form of bedding. He supposed it would be to much to ask to sleep in a real bed. Still, it was a lot better than he was expecting. Being back in this primitive time he was lucky he hadn't been burned at the stake yet.
Xander set his stuff on the side table, and moved over to his
parent's old fold-out. The thing really needed a good airing out and there was a spring that tried to gut you, but it was better than nothing. He moved around the room, shoving things out of the way until he'd cleared out a decent size space. He grabbed his abandoned bundle, and spread it out across the floor. Then resorted to the pantomine again.
"Riddick," he said then pointed to the floor. "Sit. Stay."
Riddick stared at the kid, then rolled his eyes. He didn't speak the language. He wasn't mental. Riddick shrugged, he'd had worse. Without further sound, he slid to the floor.
Xander bit back a moan of relief. He was tired, frustrated, and his knee hurt like a sonuvabitch. He just wanted to sleep. Except he wasn't 'cause there was bad touching again!
Xander jerked up to glare at the hand on his knee. The glare Riddick gave him in return beat out Willow's resolve face anyway. He hissed as the hands pressed against the swollen flesh, before he batted at them.
Riddick ignored the hands, he'd temporarily forgotten about the kid's injury until he'd given that low whine again. The area was even more aggravated than before and if it wasn't wrapped tonight it'd be a real bitch to deal with tomorrow. Without thought he ripped up the kid's pants leg.
Xander yelped, and would have moved except Riddick had his knee and he was abruptly reminded of the pain from earlier. Plus, it wasn't like he could go anywhere without it. "Ya know, I could have taken care of that later. No need to ruin a perfectly serviceable pair of dockers. And am I just talking to myself aren't I?" Xander scooted around until he was facing Riddick, then slowly reached out to hold
the man's hands still.
Riddick glanced up. Xander found himself momentarily held by the silver gaze, before shaking himself. "I got bandages. Okay? Bandages." Xander mimed wrapping his leg. Riddick grunted and backed away. Xander shifted to the edge of the bed, but Riddick held him still. He sighed then pointed over to the stand above the washtub. He usually kept an emergency supply downstairs. In the off chance his mother was actually sober enough to ask questions, or notice the
demon goo.
Riddick glanced over, spotting the white box with the big red cross. Xander was once again astounded by how quickly, and silently the man moved. One second he was there, gone, and then back. In short order his leg was wrapped, and Riddick was back on his space on the floor.
Xander eyed him wearily. Exhaustion finally taking over, he dropped back onto the fold-out. Tomorrow was another day. He'd deal with him then. It wasn't long before Xander was out like a light.
Riddick sat, waiting for the boy to slip deeper into sleep. The
answer to the smell that had been disturbing him all night lurking in the back corners of his brain. He knew it meant something. He suspected that old witch Aereon knew as well. Whatever. He'd deal with what was coming like he did everything else. Shiv in hand.
When Xander's breathing became slow and deep, Riddick stood, gliding over to the bed. He slipped in, curving around the younger man. He had no idea what was in store, but he intended for this boy to come through it alive.
tbc...