AU: Hi! I'm EBGB and I'm rather new at this writing thing so bare with me! If you see something that looks wrong or is miss spelled feel free to let me know! this story is my first and one that has been festering for a while so I will have more chapters out soon hopefully longer and more full filling as well! :P Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Black/Riddick as if I did I undoubtedly would not be sitting here...I'd be in the Bahamas or someplace similar :D
Chapter 1: Idiots...they are everywhere!
They say your mind shuts down in Cryo sleep all but the primitive side that is. No wonder I'm still awake. When the local shaman pulled me aside and said I should get off the planet and get some adventure, that it would be good for my soul, I scoffed and told her, I have no soul. Getting on the Hunter Gratzner had not been what I had intended to do, no not at all.
I was a juvie brat one that never really got out till I forced my way out, killing several on my way out. I hadn't done anything to get in there and while everyone says that at some point whether trying to make the guards see that they were innocent or to try and force themselves to believe a lie, for me, it was true. Coming from the streets it was easy for me to disappear with no one the wiser and no one to care. The scientists knew that, thus when I was 6 years old I was one of many who were picked up and, well, were made their unwilling lab subjects. I was thought to be a failed experiment, and not wanting me to go blabbing, they shoved me into juvie at 13 years old. What the scientists didn't know was that their experiments had just taken a little longer to take hold then they had anticipated.
Scientists, said to be extremely smart, were obviously idiots, for if they had waited one measly more month they could have had their super soldier, the one they so obviously coveted. I have no idea what all they did to me, but I do know the results, regeneration, enhanced senses, instinct, muscle memory, photographic memory, perfect balance and emotions all but obliterated from my person. And last but not least, shadows had become but a mere plaything for me.
Looking out at my fellow passengers with cool detachment, I took note of the holy man and his three young companions, the two settlers clad in their leather and tough skin, the captain, navigator, and co captain dressed in their tan cargo pants and tank tops, the antiques dealer, the fake cop, and lastly the most interesting of the bunch, the convict, whose name I didn't know as I had been the last one on the ship and hadn't gotten to 'mingle'. He was dressed in black cargo pants and a black tank top, a bit in his mouth, black welding goggles around his neck, and a blind fold over his eyes. Chains wrapped around his massive frame and kept his hands and feet locked together and I could see his enormous muscles expanding and contracting, getting a feel for the shackles that held him so that he could feel all of the faults in the chains, just in case.
I let my eyes lazily roam his figure pausing right bellow his belt tilting my head to the side and vaguely wondering if it was as massive as the rest of him. Hey! I was a teenager and just because I was a girl didn't mean I didn't have needs! Grinning to myself I slowly let myself fall into sleep forcing my mind to not wake up till we landed in, where was it? Ah yes, New Mecca.