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Chapter 1: Thoughts
Riddick's POV:
I'm running down a canyon path, alone, just the way it should be. After defeating the Grand Marshall of the Necromungers, I had them disband, to go back to their original worlds. For those whose worlds had been destroyed, they stayed on Helion Prime. I don't really care where they go or what they do. During the past couple of months, I've gone into solitude. To think, and to escape the mercs that will constantly be after me, but mostly to think. Imam's death, Toombs, Crematoria, it all is like a blur, leading to the point of Jack's… of Kyra's death. She was the only one who cared for me, even more then Fry.
I pause and laugh, though there is no mirth in it. I just realized that out of all the people to go on that freighter all those years ago, the only person to survive was the most dangerous.
I walk into the cave I've been using as a home for the past weeks. My thoughts go back to the last time I saw Kyra before she was converted. Something in my Furion body blew away the Necros that had dog-piled me, I was knocked out and if not for The Purifier, I would have died. "The necromunger in me warns you not to Helion Prime. But the Furion in me hopes you won't listen." From what he said, I believe that other Furions may be out there, and that alone brings me a small piece of comfort.
Short but Sweet! Don't worry next chap. Is waaay more exciting.
