I was shaken from my "sleeping" state very hardly. I groaned and tried to open my eyes. I was greeted by the sight of blonde hair a baby blue eyes. I shut my eyes again and sighed.
"She's alive!" A boyish voice said joylessly.
"How are you feeling?" Came the smoothish voice of the blonde over me. I hissed.
"Oh, I don't know. How would you feel after being slammed into the tight sleeping space around you and hearing the "slice" of the skin as the glass cuts into it, having your heart beating so hard, because you're scared, that it feels like you ARE going to die?" I opened my eyes again just to see the reaction of the man.
"Ho, Johns, she got you, got you good." The boy's voice rang out. I snorted then rolled over onto my really non-existent stomach.
"Not really, I was asking a realistic question and it just stunned 'em." I said smugly. I heard the blonde man snort and I felt the air move as he got to his feet. I stretched and then jumped ninja styled onto my feet. The boy sighed in awe and I ruffled his head.
"Trust me, I'll teach you how to so that." I said smirking. I walked around and met a few of the people. There was Shazza, Imam, Johns, Fry, Paris, and Finally, the person I actually accidently ran into while exploring the remnants of the ship; the famous mass murder, Richard B. Riddick.
I giggled at the sight of him in the rafters and knew what he had planned. The kitty part was honestly curious about how he was going to do it, seeing as how he was kinda tied up. I sighed and then sat on the ground "pretending" to be tired and oblivious to the killer tense and waiting for me to look up and scream.
I yawned and stretched trying to stay awake so I could see the idiot get killed. God I already hated the blonde douche bag that was named Johns. My blue/grey eyes closed on their own accord and I was out.
I woke the sounds of struggling and chains rattling. I opened my eyes and watched the fight. Riddick had almost gotten Johns down but Johns pulled out that goddamned baton of his and started beating him with it. I growled low in my throat and walked forwards.
"Johns, that's enough, he's out." I said looking at the unconscious murderer. Johns glared at me before draggin Riddick and chaining him up. I sighed and then walked out of the room. What's the point of staying if you were goin to get bitched out for 'helping' a criminal.
I only planned on staying out of the room long enough so Riddick would wake before going in a checking on him.