The Black Lotus
By AngelicTiger
Rating: PG-13
Copyright: Pitch Black/Chronicles of Riddick and its characters are not my property however, the other characters and story are my property. Respect the copyrights of others. No income is derived from this fan script - please don't sue - thanx :-)
Summary: Takes place between PB and COR while Riddick is in hiding.
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Note: Chapters may seem short – sorry. It just makes my life easier to add and update.
Chapter 1 – Falling From Grace
Damn! Stupid planet. I think it's time to move along. No sense in staying – something just doesn't feel right about this place.
"Noooo!" Screams a muffled voice from deep within a dark alleyway. "Mmmmmm!" The voice tries again but it falls on def ears. People in these parts have learned to ignore such distress calls. It's frankly none of their business, why get involved.
Riddick also hears the commotion and at first ignores it too. After all, why should he care? He continues down the cold damp street noticing one of the moon's reflections in a small puddle.
It's late, shit happens … then why do I feel the urge to deal with it!? It's not my problem – it's not!
The puddle distorts and Riddick is nowhere to be seen.
"Oh give it a rest sweet cheeks, it will all be over in a minute." Says a gruff voice.
Two other men wait anxiously for their turn. Not to concerned about anyone stopping them, they look upon their leader to make his move.
The woman struggles and almost gets free so the man grabs a nearby piece of old piping and knocks her out.
"Stupid whore! You would have enjoyed this." He says as an eerie feeling overcomes him. "Grunt, Louis! Back off and wait your turn." He snorts while pulling off the woman's badly torn pants.
An unfamiliar voice replies, "I believe your associates have other plans."
The man with the gruff voice slowly looks around only to find someone other than Grunt and Louis standing behind him.
"Perhaps you'd like to join them." Riddick continues, not really asking.
The man looks past Riddick and sees his two friends out cold in a dumpster. This is not a fight he wants to maintain right now.
"Look mister, you can have a go too, in fact, why don't you go first." His tone gives away his fear and his trembling hand is itching to grab the broken pipe.
Riddick crouches next to the girl as the man backs off. With the pipe out of reach, the man decides to leave – there's always tomorrow night. Perhaps he'll be lucky and find someone less feisty.
Making sure the coast is clear, Riddick looks at the dirty, beaten girl on the ground and wonders, "So what's your story?"
He taps her on the cheek in an attempt to wake her and move her on her merry way. No need to get anymore involved than he already is.
Come on, wake up already! Can't just leave you here. Hang on … what's this?
Riddick removes his hand from behind her neck. He can smell the blood now on his fingers. Rolling her over, Riddick takes a closer look.
That's strange. This blood is from an older wound. An incision or something? The best the pipe gave her is a bruise and maybe a concussion. Damn thing won't stop bleeding!
He swings the girl over his shoulder and after a brief scan of the area, he disappears into the shadows.
