Past Becomes Future

The Chronicles of Riddick II

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'Deep reaches of space. God I hate it. Too cold. My name is Riddick. I'm a convict that's done runnin'. Six years ago I lead a small band of people to safety, against my good judgment, for nothing. Soon as I let 'em loose, one stabs me in the back to save his own sorry hide, and the other becomes just as deadly as me, and then she was killed in a fight against some Necromonger Lord. Another way this galaxy pisses me off is the way that the damn Mercs of the area run their businesses. These guys couldn't shoot a door if it was two inches in front of 'em.

I hijacked a ship around four months ago on my way out of the Helion System. Wasn't too hard, considering all I had to do was show the guy my face. It's nice to know when you're feared. I flicked on the lights and looked around the commercial ship. Big plus. Its always nice to steal a ship and have a cool bed onboard, instead of one on the tubes they usually have on transport ships. I'm somewhere outside of the system that Fry's and John's remains are in. God damn screeching and wailin' still haunts me. Watchin' her face flee into the darkness, and even I can't see it.'

Riddick put down the ship's log and moved toward the back of the ship after switching the controls to autopilot. He reached the door of the bedroom and noticed the door was unlock. He hadn't unlocked it since the last dock because he had his things in there.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doin' here?" He asked. "Kid?" He knew this had to be a child or else the door would have been locked again. It was to inexperienced. To sloppy to be a hitman.

"How did you know I was here?" asked a small voice from under the bed.

"Killer's instinct. What are you doin' here on my ship?" Riddick asked again.

"I needed a place to go. I lived in the Furion system, or that's what my mother said." The voice answered. Riddick froze. The Furion system was where he was from, though all he had were scattered memories of the world. The first Lord Marshall had since destroyed it.

"That main planet was blown up years ago. I'm headed there right now, but you're delaying me. Who the hell are you?!" he yelled the last bit.

The small boy crawled out from under the twin-sized bad and stared at Riddick's black goggles and shaved head. His face went white with fear. "riddick…"

Riddick stood in the door way silently.

"Mr. Riddick, I'm… uhh… I'm John."

'Not another one.' Riddick thought to himself. "Kid, get out in the cockpit."

Riddick did not understand why he didn't feel blazing anger for this child. Maybe it was because of the Furion blood in himself, but he had very little anger. He would have set the kid drifting asleep in space at the nearest port, but the kid had made it this far. Riddick had no other choice than to keep him on board.