Another Kind Of Evil
Chronicles Of Riddick
I have dark brown hair with black low lights and red tips that sits just above my shoulders. I have black eyes with red flecks, and cat slits for pupils. I am 5 foot 8 inches, 170 pounds of pure muscle. I am not jacked just toned. I have tan coloured skin with scars that could look like a galaxy map including shipping lanes. As for my name? well you don't need to know that now, nor should you ever.
I came from a planet of darkness, of unholy creatures, and great warriors. I did not come from the warrior race, the Furyan race, nor from its planet. I came from a world on the far side of its system. I grew up in a world where I lived, if I fought and I clawed for it. That was until the day my world died.
I managed to escape, I ended up drifting from world to world , killing and feeding on only what I needed to survive. Apparently that didn't sit well with anyone else. I was a murderer, and so a price was on my head, and it kept rising with the body count. I turned up in the UV system on planet 5. Then they found me. A three man crew captained by an idiot named Tags who thought they could take me with a few chains and a cryo-sleep. I landed their asses in an ice cave and plotted a course for New Mekka. The city where I thought I could be safe.
I showed up in the middle of the night, the perfect time for me. I huddled in a door step for most of the night, then the door opened and reviled a dark skinned man. Imam as I learned was his name, he offered me shelter. I accepted because the sun was about to come up. I laid on the couch until morning then when the sun hit me I jumped and hid under the stairs. Imam came down the stairs and looked around, "I'm still here" I said, with a shake to my voice. "What is wrong my child?" Imam asked with concern. I laughed a deep rumbling sound came from my chest, "I am no child Holy man, and I am surprised that you even let me stay here in your home. Most people try to kill me as soon as they see me." I said. I don't know why I was telling him all of this, it was just rolling off my tongue. Then all of a sudden I smelled a truly fascinating scent. I looked around shifting my head from side to side, trying to locate the boot steps that brought this man closer. "There's a man here Imam. He's looking for you." I whispered. "Who…" he barley replied before I was gone. I had jumped up into a dark corner in the rafters.
Imam had left, locking all the doors, then he showed up. The man that intrigued me so. Imam came back and they talked, I found out his name was Riddick. Imam led the man into the study, and I followed silently. They talked some more, about the universe "Swirling around the drain, the whole universe" as Riddick put it. "Yes" Imam answered. Riddick closed the door slightly, hiding the child that was peaking at him through the bars of the railing. "Had to end sometime." he said cruelly. I chuckled, a deep harsh sound, Riddick looked around and I fell into even deeper shadow, he could not see me. I looked to the door, as three men entered. They smelled of a temple and of the government. Then the candles started to flicker, an elemental, how typical never showing them selves, but moving like the wind. I crawled across the ceiling and to the other side of the room closer to the windows. I was planning on leaving, it was too hard for me, to stay here with all the humans, their hearts racing. Then the elemental started talking of dead planets, of a war that could not be fought by good, but another kind of evil. Then she started talking of Furya, and my home world Nyxia. She didn't call it by its name but I knew it was my world when she whispered "The planet of unholy darkness" I hissed, and dropped down from the rafter. "You know not of what you speak, woman. Yes we had creatures who would kill you without a thought, yes we had monsters and beings that the light of hope could not touch, we worshiped a goddess that most people fear for her harsh darkness, but we had the best warriors in parallel to the Furyan fighters." I growled. Everyone was shocked, Riddick looked at me with an eyebrow raised and a curved knife ready in his hand. The elemental stepped up and said, "Calm down child". I snarled "What is it with everyone calling me a child. I am older than everyone in this room, even you Elemental." Riddick laughed, deep and loud, "What are you, 19?" he asked still laughing. I turned to him and glared, "Fuck you Riddick, I am old enough to remember what happened to your people." In a few seconds he was behind me and had the knife at my neck. I sighed, annoyed, and shifted my weight from one foot to the other. "I will kill you." his deep voice rumbled in my ear. "What do you know about me?" he asked as the blade pushed harder into my neck. "Why should I tell you anything, you'll probably just kill me after you get what you want anyway." I said in a bored tone. He growled, and pressed the blade harder on my neck trying to draw blood. He leaned closer to my neck, and I moved my head to the side allowing him more access to my jugular vein, he took a deep breath as if trying to memorize my scent. "You're a stone cold killer Riddick, so why don't you just do it, or have you lost your edge?" I said, with a sadistic tone.
That was the trigger for him, the blade slid across my throat, my black blood spilling out and down my chest, over my breasts and down the front of my red tank top. I took a deep strained breath, rolled my eyes back into my head and fell to the floor at Riddick's feet. He stepped over my body but before he could take another step, I tripped him with my foot and pulled a sai out of my knee high boot. I rested the tip of it under his chin as I straddled his stomach. I leaned down to his ear and whispered "I don't die that easily" as a few drops of my blood hit his chest before the wound healed itself, leaving nothing but another thin white line on my tan skin. A little bead of blood was forming on his throat where my blade was piercing the skin. I stared at it, transfixed, my pupil slits narrowing, I put the blade back in my boot and touched the bead of blood with my finger tips. Then I shook my head and looked around the others had left, at this moment Riddick flipped me off of him and had me pinned to the wall, the curved blade at my throat again. I looked him in the eyes. His beautiful white/blue fogged over mirrored eyes. I had slowly pulled my modified Bowie knife out of its sheath on my hip, I tapped it on his hip, He barked out a laugh. Then my eyes flicked down to blood that was now a thin trail down over the muscles and into the neck of his black wife beater. I breathed in and closed my eyes, his scent was intoxicating. He smelled of sweat, sand and now blood, but there was an underlying scent. It was primitive, feral, animalistic. It called to my creature. I flicked my head towards the door, my eyes widened. I hit Riddick in the stomach with the butt of my Bowie knife and jumped up to a rafter. "They can't find me." I said. Then Riddick heard footsteps, he blew out all the candles that were lit accept for two. Then the guards walked in and he said "Your not afraid of the dark are you?" as he put the last two candles out.
There was shooting and yelling as Riddick beat all of the guards. I saw it all with my night vision, then he left the room and I heard a knife drop. Riddick and Imam were talking again, something about a girl, I didn't listen because the blood of the guards. I was in predator mode, and then instinct took over. By the time I came out of my killing trance everyone was in the room again accept for Riddick, he had already left. Staring at me with fear, Imam and the other holey men were praying, to ward off evil, to ward off me. I looked around from where I sat cross legged on the floor and saw the bodies of five guards, I looked down and I sighed. I looked back up at Imam. "I am sorry, I really didn't want to kill them, its my nature, my way of life, I'm a murderer. I won't darken your house any longer. I have put your family in danger for long enough. Forgive me." I stood to leave, I grabbed a deep hooded cloak, slipped my arms through the sleeveless arm holes, and tied it around my torso. I stepped up onto the railing, and just as I was about to jump up onto the rooftop, I was stopped by the elemental's small hand on my arm, "What are you?" she asked. "You should know, but if you can't remember, lets just say I'm, how did you put it?" I thought for a few seconds, "Ah yes, I'm "Another kind of evil", the other half of a prophecy that was brought to light over 30 years ago." I replied and I jumped up and was out of sight in seconds.
That's when they showed up, those stupid, arrogant, egotistical Necromongers. They thought that they could rule the world, to purify it, for the "next verse" or what ever the hell they wanted to call it. I had had run ins with them before. I saw their armies and their soldiers, they had killed so many already. I killed as many of them as possible, after all for them it wasn't murder, they were already dead, in a sense anyway. Then I smelt it, blood, so strong over the smell of smoke and burning flesh, but it wasn't just any blood, it was his blood. He had taken me in, had helped me, now the one person to show me any kindness in so many years was dead. Imam was dead. I ran at my top speed, and I was at his body in seconds. I fell to my knees and rocked as I cradled his broken body to me. I looked up and retreating from the plaza was a group of Necromongers the last one with a knife sticking out of his back. Rage started to burn away my sight, I looked back down to the bleeding, broken man that had helped me that early morning after my life had once again been turned upside-down. I unwrapped two thin belts of cloth from Imam's waist. One banded of red and orange, the other of black that had a line of the brightest, darkest colour of red. It looked as if it had been dyed with blood. I cut the orange one in half and wrapped it around my wrists. The black one I wrapped and tied around my waist.
I touched Imam's face and dipped my fingers into a small pool of his blood. I ran smears of it down my arms, then I ran my hand over my face, the lines of blood soaking into my skin. It made me look feral, deadly, vicious. On my planet it was a sign of mourning, of loss, to have the blood of a loved one on your body. I sent a prayer up to my goddess to keep his soul safe until his time came again. I ran to a merchant cart that was close and I grabbed a blood red small wife beater. I retied the black belt to my waist, and retied my cloak. I knelt down by his body one last time, I kissed his forehead and whispered "I will see you again my friend." I set off running, running towards the creature that had taken everything that I had ever known away from me, had killed all my hope of ever truly living again. As I was making my way to the gathering place, I saw all the destruction that this monster had caused, and my anger and hatred only burned brighter. The red flecks in my eyes lit to glowing and surrounding my pupil with a red aura, and the black seemed to glow as well. Around my eyes black and red designs started to form like a mask, accentuating my rage and they only got stronger and brighter the closer I got to the plaza.
