"Technical Support" Katty Noir
Rating: 14+ for language, violence, and possible MILD adult themes
Disclaimer: I own the plot and the characters that aren't from the movies.
Summery: Riddick is forced to enlist the help of a girl named Michael Jones who is a genius when it comes to all things remotely science, math or history- but way lacking in common sense- to find Furya. But a quickly growing evil forces them to separate from the Necromongers, leaving them unprotected. And to top it off, someoone Riddick hoped to never see again is back, and they won't be able to live muc longer without him...
DUN DUN DUN.
A/N: Hi guys! I saw Pitch Black and Chronicles of Riddick a couple of days a go, and I've had this story circling my brain ever since. This is just the prologue, MUCH will be explained in the next chapter, which has already been typed, so it'll be up AFTER I get a few reviews.
Prologue
Where the fuck was she? Riddick flew around a corner, silver eyes searching desperately for a flash of her hair, ears listening for the sound of her voice, anything. Anything at all.
There was nothing. His heart clenched tighter.
'It's what you get for caring, Big Bad. You should have learned you're fucking lesson, but no, you go and let another person in-'
'RIDDICK! RIDDICK DON'T COME ANY CLOSER HE'LL KILL YOU!'
He sped up and turned to the voice. There she was, being held by that slimy man with a shiv on her neck. She looked like shit. She wasn't going to die. He wouldn't let her.
'Let her go, you sonofa bitch!' Riddick's fists clenched as he growled.
The man named Darungo smiled and pressed the shiv tighter to her throat. She didn't blink, just begged him to run with her eyes. Riddick's heart constricted.
'Don't do it.'
He laughed. 'Or what?' Just as he began the motion of slicing her throat and Riddick's vision clouded with red as her tears began to fall, there was an impossibly loud explosion and Riddick flew backwards, and knew no more.
I break everything I touch. Anyone I might've begun to care for… they all end up dead. Carolyn… that damn woman who made me feel again, who I think maybe I loved… if that's even possible… Imam, the holy man who saw good in everyone…
And Jack… oh, Jack… where do I begin? I can't because there's no end… no end to the grief, shouldn't've been an end to your life.
And now this.
When you let someone get close, it always ends bad.
Bad for them.
TBC...