The Games We Play

Ally_Ranger


Chapter Eleven

Making his way out of the hospital, Riddick was suddenly stopped when the guard who had let him into Jack's room walked straight into him. He bounced off of Riddick's broad frame and landed on his ass. Riddick didn't even stumble, instead he glared down at the boy, a plan beginning to form in his mind.

He looked up and down the hall and finding it empty, he picked up the boy by his shirt and hauled him to his feet before dragging him into a patient's room. Riddick figured that the patient wasn't going to be pushing any buttons to warn the nurses - this was the ICU ward and the room's occupant looked comatose. The guard yelped as Riddick pushed him roughly up against a wall. He took off his goggles and looked kid guard directly in the eye.

"I want you to tell me where the Merc is going," he said, his hand on the squirming kid's throat. Wide eyes and dilated pupils visually told him that this boy feared him, but the smell of his fear was the strongest indicator to Riddick that he had his attention. He breathed it in: fear for one's life gave off a sweet smell.

"I don't know where she went," the boy squawked. Sweat began to run down the sides of his face, "I swear, she didn't say where-" he was cut off as Riddick squeezed harder, "wrong answer kid," Riddick said.

He pulled his shiv out of the waist band of his trousers, "you don't want to be telling me what I don't want to hear," he said, whispering in his ear, "it's not good for your health," he took the shiv and plunged it into the boy's side. The hand on the guards' throat stopped his scream, the only sound he could muster was a strange gurgle.

Riddick withdrew the shiv and let go of the boy's throat and watched as he slid to the floor, clutching at his stomach, a shocked look on his face. Riddick knelt down in front of him and wiped his shiv clean on his uniform.

"You tell that girl that 'Dick'," he sneered, "is coming for her, and he ain't happy." He stood up and calmly put on his goggles before walking out the room, noting the door number as he left. In the hall he flagged down a nurse and reported an equipment malfunction in room 316.

As he strolled casually off the hospital grounds, he heard an alarm piercing the air and a casual glance back saw a flurry of activity as guard's scrambled around the entrances, locking them down.

He hadn't terminally wounded the kid. In fact he had missed all the major organs, damaging only muscle and flesh. But he knew that his warning would reach Casteel and he knew that she would come. All he had to do now was wait.



 

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