My eyes slowly opened. The Hunter-Gatzer, the ship I was traveling on, was shaking from side to side. I was feeling disoriented. My stepbrother, Johns, fell out of his chamber. That's strange. He looked at me then down at his charge, Richard B. Riddick, an escaped murderer he was taking back to slam. Suddenly the wall on the other side of the ship ripped apart and many of the other chambers fell out. I could see a planet we were crashing on, it looked like a desert.
Then the ship crashed. I fell forward on top of the other people on the ship. I looked around for my brother, but I couldn't see him. Riddick jumped up right next to me. He moved quickly toward me. I moved away. The stories of Riddick's past rushed through my mind. He stood over me, looking down at me. Even though his eyes were covered with a blindfold, I felt like he could still see me. He leaned down toward me. I lowered down as far as I could. Riddick's hands came toward me. I shut my eyes, preparing for the worst, but nothing happened. When I opened my eyes, he was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief, then the pile of junk behind me moved. I jumped up, fearing that it was the end. Johns emerged from the rubble. No scratches, but a little confused.
"Johns, are you okay?" He didn't answer. He looked toward the empty containment cell, where Riddick was to remain during the voyage. Then he reaches for his gun, but it isn't there.
So that is what Riddick was reaching down for. I think to myself. "Damn it!" Johns yells before pushing me aside and rushes off. I hear metal being busted and shouts. I rush over to see what is going on. A young boy is being released from his cryochamber. "So, something went wrong?" he said when released. Another lady helps lift the boy up. "I'm Shazza," she says to the boy. "Jack," he says back. A third party stands there as well. He walks forward to see how the boy is.
"Jack, I'm Zeke." They shake hands. I walk forward. "Are you all okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks to Shazza and Zeke here. I'm Jack." I smile at Jack.
"Hello there Jack. Nice to meet you." I hold out my hand to him. "I'm Elizabeth, but you can call me Liz."
There are handshakes all around. Suddenly a scream is heard throughout the cabin. I turn, thinking the worst. Everyone rushes over to see what is going on. Johns! Damn that Riddick. I rush toward the sound of the scream. When I get there I am relieved to see that it isn't my brother, but another.
The captain, Fry I believe her name is, is leaning over one of her crewmembers. He is in extreme pain. "There is some medicine in the back of the cabin," she says without looking up.
Jack looks back, searching for the medicine. "Not anymore."
I look up at my brother, who has just returned from searching for Riddick. You can help him. I think to myself.
"Everyone get out of here," Fry said looking down at her comrade. Johns turns to leave. I look at him in shock before following. I reach him before we exit the ship and hold him back a second. The others pass us and head outside.
"What was that all about? You could help him."
"No," Johns said, "I couldn't help him."
"But Johns…" "I said no."
Johns headed out of the cabin. I growled in frustration before sitting down on the ground. Damn it Johns. You could help that poor man. I sighed and rested my head back.
Suddenly I heard a rattle that sent shivers up my spine.
I turned my head toward the sound of the rattle and discovered I was sitting two feet from Riddick. His massive arms were behind him, locking him into place. His feet were chained to the floor. My eyes roamed over his body slowly.
He had strong legs, muscular arms, and a broad chest. His shoulders were strong and wide. His face was distorted by blindfold and bit in his mouth. It didn't matter that he was tied down and blindfolded. He was pure sexual drive that any woman would want to be caught in.
Almost instinctively he turned to me. I felt my heart beat faster almost as if he could see me. I stood up quickly, his head following my every move, and exited the ship.