Chapter One – PG-13
Pitch Black / Chronicles of Riddick
Title: Resurrections
Author: Mandi (mytaintedangel / taintedangel331)
Feedback: It keeps me writing…the more feedback the more chapters.
Rating: PG-13. Each chapter is rated. (Will be R/NC-17 in later chapters)
Archive: YES! Email me and ask. Livejournal, Fanfiction dot net
Summary: Riddick is the new Lord Marshall with the entire army at his command…but he started to care….
Disclaimer: Any and all characters associated with the films Pitch Black & The Chronicles of Riddick are property of USA Films, Universal Studios, Radar, and One Race Productions. They have been used without permission and are used for entertainment purposes only. No copywrite infringements are intended. All other characters are the author's own creation and belong to the author.
This story begins immediately following the conclusion of the movie The Chronicles of Riddick.
"You keep what you kill."
Long minutes passed as Riddick silently grieved for the girl. The massive man cast a sidelong glance at Kyra's pale, limp body, slumped in a mass of bloody flesh. He thought for a moment, and then looked at the kneeling people before him. Riddick bent over Kyra's body, scooping her up as the lifeblood ceased to pump through her body.
"You," he said to an officer, a black man, one of the previous Lord Marshall's right hand men. "Take me to the Lord Marshall's chambers."
Dame Vakko chose to present herself, sweeping into the room in a flourish of silk and pearlescent skin.
"My Lord Marshall," she cooed as she swept down the stairs, "If you'll only follow me I will escort you to your chambers."
Riddick remained stoic through this dramatic performance, and when she was done, he clipped, "No, you won't." He didn't want to deal with the woman now, he was sure she would try to either seduce him or kill him. Beautiful, sure, but manipulative. Riddick could smell her desire for power. Who wouldn't? It radiated off her in waves, intertwined with the snobby, selfish aura. It was suffocating him.
He strode past Dame Vakko and followed the man walking down the main hall of the Bascilla. After a few corridors and past the conversion hall, the man stopped at a door. "Here it is," he said. His combat boots made no sound as they arrived at the door. The Necromonger waited at the door as Riddick walked into the room, completely unfatigued by the trek carrying the girl's deadweight body.
"Don't just stand there." Riddick boomed as he laid Kyra's body on the bed, startling the commander. "I need food. Enough for a week. Someone needs to program me into the system, too. I want a com station set up in here ASAP, and nobody, and I mean fucking nobody is to be within ten yards of that door. Understand?" The man, whose nameplate read Toal, nodded jerkily, and as Riddick had never looked at him, gulped out a 'yes'.
He left then, almost running out of the room as Riddick pulled a shiv from the single sheath on his arm. Leaning over Kyra's body, he sliced her tattered clothes from neck to navel and removed them, until she was clad in a sports bra and boyshorts. Her stomach was a pool of crimson, the puncture wound jagged and unfriendly. Riddick reached into one of pockets in his cargo pants and pulled out a slim, battered metal case. Flipping the latch, he removed one of seven pre-prepped syringes of leukogen and a sterile needle. Sliding the needle onto the syringe, he lifted Kyra's derriere off the bed and injected a third of the medication into the flesh of her butt.
Richard B. Riddick loomed over the bed as he tripped off the Necromonger gloves, the torso shield, and leg guards. Left in his black wifebeater and cargos, he pulled the top over his head until all that remained were cargos, boots, and the shiv and scooped Kyra into his monstrous arms. Crossing the room in a minute number of strides, Riddick opened the first door he came to.
Bingo, he thought. Bathroom. He walked through the wide doorway, looking for the med box. On the shelf was a large stainless steel box labeled MED. Riddick laid Kyra gently on the floor and opened up the box, finding everything he needed. He ripped open an antiseptic wipe packet and began wiping the area around that wound, clearing it of blood. Already it had slowed to a slight drain. Riddick began applying gauze, wrapping it around her waist, layering it. Eventually, she was as patched up as she would get. Riddick wet a washcloth and wiped the blood from her face and neck, cleaning her up as good as he could without drenching her in shower.
When he was finished, he brushed her hair back from her face, cupping her chin. Riddick's deep bass voice echoed off the walls as he pleaded with her. "C'mon girl, hold on, that's all you have to do is just stay here, Jackie, stay with me…"
Author's Note: Let me know what you think of the new, revised edition of this story. I AM LOOKING for someone to beta! Please give me ideas as to how you think it should go. I am working on the longer chapters and trying to put them together. Review so I know how you like it. Also, if you want to be put on the mailing list, email me: (bubblefish westhanover . net ; sans the spaces) with "Resurrections Mailing List" in the subject line. The leukogen is all mine, unfortunately Riddick's not.
leukogen – DNA modified white blood cell replicator. Causes increased creation of white blood cells to drastically accelerate healing time. Used my military in cases of the battlefront and gunshot wounds. Riddick carries a stash with him at all times in case he is injured (especially by a merc as it makes him extremely vulnerable). It helped him on T2 when the creatures injured him. He only gives Kyra 1/3 of a shot because the dose he has prepped is for a person his size and weight (and it take a hell of a lot of ANYTHING to work on Riddick).