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Chapter One: Asteroid

Richard B. Riddick was not someone to be taken lightly. He enjoyed the name he made for himself. Riddick. Feared throughout the entire Universe. Wanted everywhere. A psychopathic murderer. One who killed without feeling. Just for fun.

But right now he was mentally kicking himself in the ass. How could he have been so stupid? Here he was in cryo-sleep on his way back to Slam City. All because of one small stupid mistake. And Johns just happened to be there.

Johns. The Blue Eyed Devil. Everyone on this piece-of-shit ship was diluted into thinking he was cop. Sure he had that nickel-slick badge and the big twelve gauge, but he was no cop. He was a mercenary. A merc. The devil incarnate sent to take Riddick back to hell.

Slam City. Not the best place to be sent to if you're a pussy armed robber. No. The Slam was for the psychos. The maniacs that killed for no reason. Riddick had escaped once. Snuck right onto a transport ship, killed the crew and flew away.

He had been gone for two years. Two years before Johns showed up. Johns found out that he had gotten a shine job done. Caught him by surprise and removed his goggles. Riddick was blinded by the light and Johns made his weak capture. He managed to tie Riddick up pretty tight and they were on this shit-ship the next hour. How could he have been so stupid?

Cryo-sleep was not fun. Your body slows down almost to the point of shutting down entirely. Sometimes you're aware of your surroundings, sometimes you're not. You stand up the entire time and get jerked around when the road gets a little bumpy.

They say that in cryo-sleep your entire body shuts down, Riddick thought. All but the primitive side, the animal side. No wonder he's still awake. He laughed at the irony. They're transporting him with civilians. Sounds like forty-forty plus. Heard the Arab, some hoo-doo holy man, probably on his way to New Mecca. But what route? What route? Smell the woman, sweat, work boots, tool belt. Prospector type. Free settlers, and they only take the back roads. Now here was his real problem: Mr. Johns. Blue-Eyed Devil. On his way to take him back to the Slam. But this time he chose the Ghost Lanes. Long time between stops, long time for something to go wrong. And the girl was across from him. He couldn't see her, but he knew she's there. She was the one that got him caught - not entirely her fault - and got herself caught in the progress though.

Again, Riddick laughed at the irony, but he should never had gotten her involved.

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Fry woke up. Something was wrong. She was waking up too early. She looked around. A hole appeared in the glass of her chamber. Fry looked at the Captain. A rock-like object broke through his glass and lodged itself into his head.

She hated cryo-sleep. They were on their way to the Taurus Three. A twenty-six week journey. Everyone was put into cryo-sleep, anything could go wrong. And the ship would continue on its course unless someone shut down the autopilot manually.

Fry pressed a blue switch and a holographic screen came down in front of her eyes. It showed images of each person in the car she was in. Oxygen and sleeping gas levels were unsteady. Everyone was waking up. Including the convict. In fact he was already awake.

She looked over at his chamber. He definitely was intimidating. The front of his chamber read: LOCKOUT PROTOCAL: NO EARLY RELEASE. His muscular form filled up the chamber leaving little space on either of his sides and he was so tall he had to hang his head so that he could fit. Blind folded and gagged with some kind of a horse bit he stood there. Fry thought she even saw restraints.

She felt around and found a release lever. Once she pulled it the glass flew open and Carolyn fell to the floor. Seconds later the Nav Pilot, Owens, fell on top of her.

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She felt them stirring around her...creatures that meant to do more harm than good.

It played out in her head: darkness, pain, suffering...death. Meera snapped her eyes open and looked around; she was still in her cryo-chamber in the transport ship. Something knocked the ship, jerking her around inside the small pod, jarring her into the wall. She looked around cautiously. She didn't like this at all. Rocks were breaching the hull and hitting into sleeping people. And it did not help that that asshole Johns had her in restraints. Across from her chamber was the other convict. What was his name? Riddick.

Fury built up inside her. It was all because of him that Johns had caught her. If he'd just let her alone after she helped Jackson out, neither of them would have been there.

"Fucking trying to be all Billy Bad Ass and shit," she muttered to herself. "Look at you now, Asshole! Got it worse than I did! Fuck you!" Meera yelled through the glass, she hopped Riddick could hear her.

Her life was just starting to turn around.

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~Litl A~