Disclaimer: I do not own Riddick, Pitch Black, any of the characters from the movies or anything in the universe except for Bryn. She is all mine I tell you!
Author's Note: So I watched Pitch Black, Chronicles of Riddick and then another movie in the same basic genre and I read some fanfiction. It occured to me that a lot of the female characters I've seen have softened Riddick in one way or another (not that this is bad in their story I actually kind of like it!) and I had a thought - what if the entire situation was reversed? So this is my take on that idea - this is only the Prologue - so we shall see where it goes from there!
"Sascha! Hurry, we don't have time. Just leave it all! Grab her, lets just go!" Sascha turned, picking up the small and scared child. Five years they had been on this planet, why this had happened now she didn't know. And she didn't care – all she knew was that she had to take care of her daughter. She was the only one that mattered right now. Not her life, not her brother's, just her daughter. Her husband had already been taken by the monsters. Those spires had been so innocent looking, a core sample from just a little deeper would have been the find to make. Those were not normal rock, they were soft like clay but sharp as glass. She didn't know what they were, but those things lived in them. And her loving husband Bridge was gone. The first to go.
She felt more than heard the sobbing of her daughter against her shoulder as she dragged herself into the coring room with her brother. Trying not to stumble. The last of their reserve power had finally died. The Coring Room was their only hope. The only chance they had to survive. "Sash – keep her quiet. They'll hear her." The sobbing grew quieter as she tried to half smother her child into her chest. Just keep her quiet – it kept running through her head. She didn't care that she could be killing her daughter right now, but she had to keep her quiet. It was pitch dark in the room, all she could hear was the heavy breathing of the last of the geo-team around her. Thirty two to start, twelve now. "Hush Bryn – just hush sweetness." She tried to whisper it to her daughter. Please be quiet.
It was then that the clicking began. It began so softly at first that she wasn't sure that she could hear it. Then others started to hear it. Finally she knew, they had forgotten to chain the cellar grating down. They would lift it up and off easily. "Bryn – I want you to take your flashlight and go to the kitchen. Remember when mommy told you to never ever lock the door? Yeah – lock the door. And don't open it for anyone." She handed the girl her toy flashlight, pushing her towards the door that would take her to the outside, to the kitchen. They knew the girl would keep the light on. She was afraid of the dark. She was eight years old – she would be okay. She knew what was going on. "Go sweetie. I love you."
She did what her mother asked of her. She went to the kitchen and locked the doors. There was lots of food, rations, dried out. She would be okay until her mother came to get her. Screaming echoed just as she locked the door. And something deep within the girl clicked and told her that she would never see her mother again.