So here I am. Stuck in cryo sleep, unable to move. My mind is alive and wild though my body is chained in this glass prison. They say in cryo sleep the only thing left awake is the primal side, the wild side. So you can only imagine why I'm still awake. All my life I've been hunted and chased from one planet to another. Always on the run, always watching my back. Not only was every merc in the universe hunting me but one of the worlds most feared convicts was looking for me. Everything was fine till he caught up with me and took a cheap shot while I wasn't looking. Then the idiot went and got caught by a merc. So here we are. Two feared convicts stuck on a ship full of passengers. Each destination different from the rest. I knew where I was going. A slam. A nice triple max slam. All because I showed a little trust in someone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASH BACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A small planet with a name I just can't pronounce. Perfect. It was filled with seemingly nice people. Everyone looked nice and friendly. Looks can be deceiving. I should know, I use it on others all the time. I wasn't a small girl, but I wasn't a big girl either. In the middle there. I was stronger than I looked that was for certain and if you crossed my path you'd find that out the hard way. My hair was black and ended just below my ears and my eyes bluer than the seas of the Earth. Women tend to hate me and men tend to get a little too close. Watch all and trust no one, that was my motto. I needed a place to stay at least just for the night. In the morning I was catching a transport out to the outer rim of the galaxy. Find a quiet planet with no one on it and stay there. Away from everything and everyone. I found a nice little place that said "OPEN" and walked in.
"Can I help you young lady?" I looked at the old man behind the counter. He had a cane and walked with a limp.
"Yes, I'd like a room please."
"That'd be 15 credits." I handed him the credits and he went to get a key. He dropped it just before he was going to give it to me,
"Here let me." I bent down and my sleeve rise up just a little revealing my tattoo. A black tribal dragon that went from my wrist to my shoulder. The man noticed but made no action or showed any sign of knowing, but I could feel his heart beat quicken. My senses were keen and I knew he knew who I was.
"Will you be staying long?"
I thought about it. I decided to trust the old man. I mean he could hardly make it to the door let alone put up a fight, "No. I'm heading out tomorrow morning." He nodded.
"Sleep well and have a good day." With that I went up to my room and removed my weapons and set them on the table. I looked in the old, dusty mirror. I was in my blood red pants and combat boots. My shirt was unique though, I had it specially made and I own more than one. It was primarily black with one sleeve on the left and no sleeve on the right. It also had a red dragon going up the right side. I put my gun beside my bed and my shiv under my pillow. Then I drifted off to sleep. When I woke the next morning I headed down stairs and was greeted by the old man.
"Leaving so soon?"
"Yes, I must be on my way."
"I don't think so." That voice, I knew that voice. I went for my gun and whipped around only to take a blow to the gut before I could do anything. Dropping my gun. He kicked it away and I went for my shiv. He blocked my attack and then I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and fell to the ground. He stepped on my hand with the shiv and I let go. He picked me up and I saw the old man standing with his stick in the air.
"Riddick…" he smirked.
"Miss me?" I spit at him.
"Thanks for the tip old man." He dropped a few hundred credits into his hand and took me away.
END FLASH BACK.
Never trust anyone and always watch your back. My philosophy, my one rule, and I broke it.