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It's my first Riddick flick. The song is The Rasmus - Funeral Song
Hope you enjoy it.
Riddick looked at the woman sleeping soundly in his bed. She was his peace, his home. The moonlight filtered across the bed; highlighting the curves of the beauty he loved. He had searched for her for six months before he found her on the small planet, which she called home. His heart had been reaching out for her for a lot longer again. It wasn't the first time he had come back for her. He just couldn't bear being worlds away from his love.
I dumped you again
I don't understand
It's happened before
Can't take it no more
She stirred beside the man who made her fell safe. Her breath making the small lock of hair, which had fell in front of her face, move slightly. She was lying on her stomach, blanket bunched up by her lower back but still another blanket to cover her shoulder to keep her warm. Her arms rested by her head creating the illusion of a halloo. She had her leg resting slightly against his. She was an angel.
These foolish games
Always end up in confusion
I'll take you back
Just to leave you once again
Riddick moved from under the covers. He sat on the bed, his back towards his angel, his eyes not good enough to look at her pureness when they knew what he was going to do. Holding his head in his hands he tried to think of a reason to stay. A reason to hold his lover for the rest of his life but he couldn't. He had to leave again, this time he didn't know if he could return.
I died in my dreams
What's that supposed to mean?
Got lost in the fire
I died in my dreams
Reaching out for your hand
My fatal desire
It was for her he was leaving, his angel, his lover, and his peace. She was too pure to have his stained hands around her. She was to perfect to be wasted on him. She needed someone that wasn't him. He couldn't stay and watch her fall. Fall from the pedestal she deservers to be on, to be worshiped. He wasn't going to stand in the way. He wasn't her peace.
I've failed you again
'Cause I let you stay
I used to pretend
That I felt ok
Riddick pulled on his clothes slowly, his eyes having their fill of the woman he wasn't going to see again. He knew he shouldn't be watching her; the guilt ate at him. He was a bastard. He stood up fully dressed and looked about the room for things he would need to take. He picked up a picture of his angel, god he wanted to stay. It wouldn't be safe for her though; she was fragile. He couldn't protect her. Riddick took a deep breath; he smelt it again. He looked lovingly at his angel. It would be best if he left. It wouldn't be safe if he stayed. He left the room.
Just one big lie
Such a perfect illusion
I made you mine
Just to hurt you once again
She moved softly, aware that he had just left. Sitting up she felt the still warm bed where he had slept. Angrily she hit the dent left behind from his body. He was running away again. Pulling her self out of bed she wrapped her self up in a robe, tying it tightly at the front. Her hand fluttered by her stomach. He couldn't leave, not now. She went out of the room after him.
I died in my dreams
What's that supposed to mean?
Got lost in the fire
I died in my dreams
Reaching out for your hand
My fatal desirer
She caught him as he placed his hand on the door handle out of their home. She called his name. He heard the hurt in her voice; he smelt the anger. Sighing he turned to face her. He looked her over, she was in the robe he had brought her, and her hand was covering her flat stomach. His heart swelled and soared at seeing her. She was truly beautiful. He spoke her name; it felt like heaven leaving his lips. "Jack."
"You can't go." She replied. She stepped forward. Hand falling to her side. She stared into his eyes. She brought her hand to her stomach and looked at it before looked back at the man she loved. "Im pregnant."
"I know, that's why im going. I can't stay Jack because…" Riddick said, hand still on the handle. He looked at the floor before straightening up his body to look her in the face. The whirlpool in his mind fogging his senses but yet when he breathed in he could still smell it. "Because its not mine. I can smell it."
Riddick looked at his angel, his heart panged painfully in his chest. He looked at the clock, it was 10 past one. He opened the door and walked through it and as it was closing he whispered. "Happy valentines."
Then he was gone. Alone without his angel, lover, his peace.
i might do another one to go with this one. i cant remember what you call them. please rr
sammis