Welcome to Planet Hell
As much as I'd love to, I do not own anything Riddick related, except this story idea. Though those muscles do nicely haunt me in my dreams.... d'oh inside voice.... ;)
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Welcome to planet hell, well my hell anyway. Who would have thought they would get me over a kid.... Me, Richard B. Riddick. You might ask yourself, is she worth it. My answer is simple. Yes SHE damn well is. She is worth all the sweat and grime I've been covered with since the day I left her back on New Mecca with The Holy Man. She is worth the lonliness I've endured, not that anyone would know I'm lonley. The Beast inside me won't let them see it. I do miss her though, I miss Jack with every fiber of my being. Who would have thought that little hero worshipping brat would get to me. No way in hell I'm going soft though. If I go soft, I die. And I can't die, not while she lives. I have to get her back some day.
