Disclaimer: I do not own Riddick, the worlds of Chronicles, or Pitch Black. The girl in the story however is me so…. I guess that's something I do own.
Later on this story pretty much contains some R material, if you do not like this don't start reading my story. As always please R&R, flames are welcome as long as they come with constructive criticism, thanks for taking the time
This is a completely unrealistic story (even for the science fiction world of Riddick) because it contains a not so real person, and a real one, Riddick, and I. I think that after the win over the Necros he would have gone searching for answers about his own past as well as that of the Furyans. Also the setting for this is a cross between a few hundred years since the worlds of Riddick were supposed to exist because of human expansion into space so sue me for the time LAPSE DAMN! lol.
Riddick's eyes scanned the screen of the ancient computer that he had stumbled upon in the Helion system. This hunk of junk relic that he'd stolen right out from under their noses was supposed to belong to a race called Humans. Using this huge old bulk of an instrument he had been searching through something called the Internet, a primitive work in progress by the Humans. He was looking for any information about his past and the Furyans. Shirah had left him with the mark and a fragmented short history of the genocide of his race. Since then he'd been searching, searching for any information about himself, maybe about the reason he was the way he was... maybe it was because he had no other purpose than to run and hide or simply find a reason to keep going, he couldn't even be sure anymore. He came across a website somewhere totally unexpectedly while his fingers flew over the creaking keyboard, his brow furrowed deep in concentration as he looked over the content. Everything he wanted was here; names, dates, and even pictures.. He leaned back in the captain's chair, placed his folded hands behind his shaven head, and plunked his black booted feet onto the empty space in front of the computer. And now it was time to meet the information source: a girl from some isolated hole in the universe planet called Earth. Earth, he wondered, now what the hell were the chances of this place being completely in the dark? He shrugged; it didn't matter even if the entire planet was a ball of fire, all he wanted were answers, or at least the semblance of a path to answers. As he sat up leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees a picture on the computer screen caught his eye. A picture of Krya. A slight pang of guilt washed over him as he shook the image of her dying at the foot the thrown of the Necros, out of his head. He returned his mind to the present knowing he must focus on the task at hand and make the trip to Earth. He went to work beginning the procedure for cryo-sleep. As he set the destination and course he glanced at the day counter, 34 days, didn't seem very long....
He hooked up the tubes and flicking through the different autopilot settings, shut the blinds on the out side of the shitty little skiff he'd stolen, and closed his eyes. His mind began to run through the same thing he told himself every time he went under... They say most of your brain shuts down in cryo-sleep, and when he woke some 33 days later orbiting a brightly lit planet with wide oceans and vast green land, those first words would be all he remembered. As he sat up, removed the armband, and reset his goggles on his eyes he scanned over a few viewing screens of the planet.
"Now how the hell am I supposed to find this chick?" he muttered scanning the controls, not finding what he wanted he then returned to the Internet. He smirked as he scrolled the page down, name and location right at the bottom of the screen. "How perfect is that?" He turned his attention back to the viewing screens: these people, they didn't seem to be very advanced. Now he figured he'd have to go in all quiet like or guns-a-blazing. The latter not setting well with him, he decided it would be hard enough to convince this girl to come with him let alone fend of some still bullet wielding army.
A little while later after making a hasty landing to keep out of sight he was standing in the middle of what seemed to be a very small town. He tapped a few keys on an arm pad, the device giving off a soft glow as it directed him towards the place where the girl was located. He made his way silently and quickly up a deserted street and was reassured that his judgment was still on track, very few people would see him in the dark, and about 5 minutes later he was standing in front of a fairly plain brown house. He frowned deeply as he surveyed the front lawn: a fence, pool, tree, patio, and swing set. Raising an eyebrow and readjusting his goggles he moved to the front door, found this locked, moved to the back, to once again find a locked door. He moved to the first window he saw and as he cracked it open slowly, he immediately knew there were two people in the room, their sleeping scents drifting to him almost as clearly as their subdued breath. Concluding, as he climbed easily through the window, that neither of these were technology-reared or any imediate threat he took the stairs up to where he could hear another person sleeping.
At the top of the stairs there was a door, shut and what seemed to be locked. His large hand moved out and tried the knob, and at once the door popped open with a loud click. The sound woke up the girl sleeping quietly inside, but he knew the parents had heard nothing. Startled by the noise she sat up not liking to be abruptly woken, "I'm up I'm up.... What time is it?" came the soft feminine, groggy voice from the darkness. Through the now wide open door, he watched as she rubbed a smooth hand over her face and eyes clearing them of sleep.
Riddick chuckled as the girls eyes came to focus on him and she rubbed them again to make sure she wasn't dreaming, "Who... who are you?" she pushed the sheet mostly of her legs and went into a completely defensive stance, as much as she could while she still sat on the bed half covered under her black sheet. As Riddick looked her over he was fairly impressed with the clothing she had chosen to sleep in; dressed in all black, a black tank top and a pair of black cargo's, her shirt ridding up her flat stomach some as she moved her feet for a better position on the bed. He noted the fact that her chosen sleep wear was perfectly fitting for his quick-up-and-run-awakenings and he wondered why, on this planet would she need this skill. She reached for something on the bed beside her and in a moment Riddick was on her, blade pressed to her throat and his large hand out grabbing her small upturned wrist.
"What the hell?" she grumbled and opened her hand, inside on her small palm was a black hair tie. Riddick backed off some and rocked back so he was sitting on the edge of her bed, his blade resting on his knee, he slowly let go of her wrist she rubbed it slightly from his use of brute force on her tiny limb. He studied her as she took in the situation with something close to the eyes of a predator, surveying his position in reference to her own. As she got her bearings and got a good look at the tall muscular bulk sitting on the edge of her bed her eyes went wide, "Riddick?" she shook her head slightly, her voice full of disbelief.
He nodded slightly his hands moving up and taking his goggles from his eyes and pulling them up so that they sat on his forehead, "How do you know so much?" She frowned and looked confused, "About what?"
He raised an eyebrow not believing that she didn't know what he was talking about, the first tinges of agitation coloring his voice as he spoke, "Me, what I am?"
She chuckled some and relaxing raked her hands through her long red hair pulling the tangles out and then pulling it back into the hair tie at the back of her head in a smooth tight pony tail, "Your not even supposed to exist...." her voice gave her away as someone who definitely thought they were dreaming.
"What are you talking about?" his deep, chest vibrating voice ground out slowly. He had become thoroughly irritated at her nonchalant attitude by this point and was in no mood to deal with her sarcasm or even her ignorance.
She stood slipped off the bed and picked up something off her dresser holding it out for him to see. His eyes focused, it was a small rectangular case and on the cover was his picture and the words The Chronicles of Riddick, he said nothing but the look on his face spoke leaps and bounds about his current mood.
"What are you doing here Riddick?" she set the case down and crossed her arms over her exceptional chest. "This little shit hole of a planet compared to your wonderful world out there waiting for you.... The mercs following you. Good bounty don't you think, even the smallest"
He nodded his head towards her, it was obvious her little poke at him had not phased him, "Looking for someone who can give me more information on what I am."
She smirked, "You came to the right person I suppose." Not moving now, studying him with the confidence of someone who knew they were dreaming.
"Disbelief?" he asked as he stood up off the bed now, standing almost a head taller than her, "Maybe." she shrugged, "Can you blame me?"
He shrugged slightly and as he did so he brought his blade around, ran it over her skin just hard enough to make a small cut across her upper arm. Her eyes widened startled as she looked down and saw the slow stream of blood trickling down her toned bicep. She brought her hand to it quickly, "What the hell, Riddick?!"
He chuckled, "Real isn't it?" She gave him an exasperated look, "Real enough, fucking hell..."
He reached down and tore a thin strip off her black sheets and, to her surprise, tied it gently around her arm over the cut, "Be quiet you'll wake the two down stairs. I need you to come with me."
She looked at him as he pulled it tight and let his arms fall, "You mean leave here.... this planet? Where we gonna go Riddick, Helion Prime? Furya? UV6? I don't fucking think so."
He chuckled again, "Don't make me force you, I need your knowledge. I'll either take you with me or you'll come of your own free will, you decide."
She gave him a smart-ass look, "And I suppose your just going to drag me? I'm not leaving Riddick, you'll have to kick my ass pretty good to get me to go with you."
"That can be arranged. But it doesn't matter anyway, I know what you want, you don't feel like your ever going to be anything. I've read it on your website, can see it in the way you look at me. Your eyes give you away, I know you want to come with me: you want to see if it all exists, if there is something bigger out there. I can show it to you, show you what its like... or I can kill you and leave you here for your parents to find." He shrugged slightly, "It doesn't matter to me, if you come or if you don't, but if you chose not to, well then I'll have to kill you, you know how it is, cant have you ratting me out to the mercs that are coming."
She looked around her room, she couldn't imagine leaving it, she was only 18 and she didn't know for sure if any of those worlds existed...what would she do with him? Be his little information slave. She studied him for a long moment knowing that this was one man who when he said something he absolutely meant it. She shook her head, she suddenly realized she didn't want to know what was out there, but at the same time he couldn't have been more right. She didn't think she would ever amount to be anything anyone would ever remember. Maybe this way she'd turn into something they respected or at least feared. She reached out for a long black coat slipped on her boots and looked up at him, her eyes giving off a look defiance but the shadow of fear behind them gave her away. Her eyes were the only thing that ever gave her away to him... not the way she stood or carried herself.... just those big brown doe like eyes.... She nodded towards the door in a gesture of desperation so that he didn't see any more of her emotions.
He nodded, "Lets go." As they trekked silently out of her house and down the main street in the town, she wondered if she'd ever see any of these people again, or her parents lying asleep in the house. What would they think? Had she been kidnaped? Was she coming home? Did she run away? She couldn't have left them a note, what would it have said? I left with Riddick don't know if I'll be back....sorry.... She hoped he didn't make her regret helping him find out who he was... or, she thought to herself, she'd kill him. A short while later when they reached the shitty little skiff she looked up at the ship parked out behind her high school. Riddick lowered the ramp and she looked one last time over her shoulder at the building she'd loathed so much the past 4 years and now held so much emotion for her. He stood with his back to her and glanced over his shoulder at her, his goggles had by now, long been back in place. "Come on, not gonna get any easier." And with that she turned her back on her world and walked into the ship, she wondered if he even knew her name.
As she sat in the co-pilots chair and the ship took off he looked over at her, "What's your name kid?" She shrugged nothing back there mattered any more not even the simplest of things, her name. "Call me whatever the hell you want Riddick. It was Katie..."
And with that silence encompassed the ship as they sped into the darkness beyond the stars. She knew cryo-sleep would be necessary in a while, but there were questions that had to be asked and answered and she wouldn't, willingly, go to sleep with out them.