Authors note: Muahahah! I don't really plan to continue with this I just wanted to see what every one thought. I live Vin Diesel O.o I do. Anyway. Dun go telling me that Riddick wouldn't act like that cooz its my story and besides in Pitch black he said that Riddick had died on that planet meaning new him! Woo! Vin Diesel to mold and shape to my will! O.o I like that sound of that … *ponders*
The echoes rolled off the side of the ship's broken hull and the darkness constantly seeped in, even with the wielding torch burning every scrap of light seemed to be swallowed. And with the darkness creeping closer the monsters skittered forward, just waiting for the flesh and blood in the ship to be incased in the darkness that didn't blind them or sear their exoskeletons. The plus sign shape of the creature heads swiveling from side to side with the anticipation. Deadly jaws incased with jagged teeth slowly opening, a low, rolling growl spilling through the lip-less mouth and then snapping the pearly whites shut, the growl fading across broken bulkheads, sending shudders down the frightened refuges hidden in the corners. All Riddick did was reach up to tear the dimming goggles away from his surgically shined eyes, quickly sweeping a daggered glance across the innards of the ship, counting the number of preying aliens ever creeping forward. Then to the huddling people in the corner, left on the outside of the tightly squished together group was Jack, a terrified look streaked across her eyes, "Riddick! Riddick, god damn it help us!" a voice pushed through the fearful whimpers, and then screams, Riddick, standing stock still with in the ship's growing shadows a grim frown pulling across the toned, tanned face and then nothing. Pitch Black.
The trashing, muscled body of Richard B. Riddick bolted up, the drip of cold sweat falling across his shaved head and down his bare, exposed back. The damned planet had left a mark even murder of multiple persons hadn't. Nightmares, nightmares every night, though the girl, Jack and the holy man were still ok, the rest had died and though he had no complaints about the loss of Johns he couldn't help but to feel the hanging guilt of the seven others. A hanging guilt that was a new emotion for a man like Riddick to explore, someone who has committed dozens of murders, including after the planet. None of them had ever caused something like this to occur and it scared him, it truly scared him, that the only other monster that had been on that desert of a planet was him.