What's this?! Rayen is starting a new story?! Already?!
Yes I am! This one is from the Riddick Series. I've been working on this story for about three-five years. It will be an at least three part series, and yes, it is MCXoc. Riddick is going to seem a little ooc to most I'm sure, but I am actually following his backstory if anyone knows that one, where he was scapegoated while serving in the military. The oc was created as a sort of way to bring this side out of him.
Disclaimer: I do not own or attempt to claim any characters of the Riddick series. I do however lay claim to my oc and any scenes that do not occur in the movie or original script.

Now, prepare for the first in the In Darkness Series.

WALKING IN DARKNESS

(Takes place during Pitch Black)

Alou Tatiana Ackerman has been legally blind since she was twelve. The daughter of a Noble of Taurus 3, she longs for freedom, but her father—who is the cause of her blindness—views her as nothing but a means to gain a higher ranking for his family, and money to squander. When he betroths her to a man on Taurus 4, he sends her with only her maid, no one else. Her only friend switches the tickets with another passenger for his New Mecca tickets on a ghost lane… Lots of time between stops. And for someone whose become quite acquainted with her Primitive side… It's a long time to try and pass… but most importantly—it's a long time to allow for something to go wrong as she muses over what appears to be a prisoner who seems to be just as awake as she is…

Chapter 1: Crash

Cryo sleep… you were supposed to be asleep. Ha! Fucking liars, I was wide awake—sure I couldn't tell where my location in the ship was, but I knew I shouldn't have been awake. The sound of my cryo tank beeping that I was awake filled the silence, but no one else was awake to be bothered to check out the problem. I just listened to everyone else's breathing, my hearing trying to reach out to the back of the ship through the beeping, where I kept hearing what sounded like growls of annoyance. I was tempted to pull the lever to release the door, but I decided being practically blind wouldn't help with that urge of curiosity, so I left it alone at just a thought.

Yes, I was legally blind; had been for the last eight years due to my no good father getting into a drunken rage about some hussy who refused to marry him due to his violent tendencies… further proven when I awoke in a hospital with lack of sight from him throwing me into a crystal vase; face first. It had shattered once it hit the floor, and several shards ended up in my eyes, tearing most of my retina and making my eyes useless… save in the dark. Somehow, my eyesight healed enough to allow me to see these blurry outlines in the dark. How, I don't know… maybe it was a way the doctors tried to save my eyesight. Because I could see that way, my maid and myself kept my room dark, so I could navigate it alone.

After the "accident", as my father demanded we refer to it as, I changed slightly as I came to rely on my other senses more and more. The primitive—the animal—side of me came out. My ears sharpened, my sense of smell became as a predator's; I became—in a sense—a wild animal, dependent on my other senses—touch, smell, hearing—took over for my sight.

Anyway… back to the ship I'm on…. Besides myself and Ginger—my maid—I think I scented and heard at least forty people, not counting crew.

Heard an Arab voice. Sounds like a Chrislam, probably on pilgrimage to New Mecca. I hear a few younger voices with him… probably either his acolytes or his sons… maybe both? They weren't speaking English… but probably don't know it.

Smelled leather boots, and earth. Free settlers maybe? They frequent these backwater routes…

There was a man that smelled of liquor and dust. Not to mention cowardice. Probably a smuggler of some kind… his voice suggested a snob… so a smuggler that thinks he is actually a true dealer in whatever it is he sells.

There was a kid… not sure if it was a girl or boy. Seemed skittish, but wasn't too bad beyond that, and also sticked to themselves.

Then there was this… toxic smell… the man actually bumped into me… to be honest it was a very clammy touch, and I felt the need to wipe my arm before Ginger helped me into the pod…

Then… after him… there were clanks and clinks of chains… no footsteps, no voice. But I did catch a scent. Musky… rich, like a fine wood, deep and earthy. There was a very faint scent of blood, the man's or someone else's, I am not sure. There was also the scent of... to be honest… I'm not sure…

Alou Tatiana Helene Julitta Iole Rhea Sydne Jeana Alease Zavanna Lessie Akerman was my name, my full name anyway. After a few revisions, I now go by Alou Tatiana Akerman. I blamed my father and two paternal Grandmothers for the frighteningly long name. I've dropped at least one name for every year I've gone without sight and mother, and kept Tatiana in memoriam for my mother, who gave me the name in hopes it pleased my father's family enough to not make my name so ridiculously long—apparently it made them sound like old earth royalty… it didn't, it made them sound like idiots. They still gave me a ridiculously long name…

I suddenly wondered why I was thinking about my past, about my fucked up family. Shouldn't I be more focused on how the hell I was gonna avoid meeting whatever moronic bastard my father "married" me off to? Granted, Ginger had swiped our tickets to Taurus 4 on a more standard and commonly used lane, for the New Mecca Tickets on the Hunter-Gratzner in the ghost lanes…

I turned my head towards where Ginger's tank was, thinking of how she was more than likely sleeping while I was still awake.

My thoughts were interrupted when my ears caught a sound that startled me. A loud crunch-like sound. My body tensed as I heard the pilots get out of their tanks—well more so fall out of them.

"What happened?!" one voice—a male voice—asked.

"The captain's dead!" a second, a female voice answered.

"What?!"

That was my thoughts exactly. The captain was dead, and it seemed we were in the process of crashing. I felt my heart pound in my chest, the sound reverberating in throughout my body. All of my instincts entrap my limbs, and I gripped the cloth that protected my eyes, and had been meant to help me sleep. I ripped it away and the hazy vision of shadowy outlines filled my mind. Silvery outlines of two figures moved in front of me, not noticing I was awake as they ran towards the front of the ship, and the blackness that flashed with white showed that it was indeed an emergency.

I leaned forward, glancing toward Ginger—she was still blissfully ignorant in her cryo sleep. Further back, I saw the outline of a man… he appeared to be blindfolded, shackled, and bitted inside his tank.

Who is he? I wondered briefly, and my memory flashed the sounds of chains I had heard. I growled softly. Prisoner or slave? If slave someone is no doubt gonna get arrested. If prisoner that seems a little inhumane. I watched a second outline drop to the ground in front of the restrained man's tank. Idiot.

Suddenly, my tank jerked free, and I covered my face in case the glass shattered. My body slammed back as the tank rolled, my head hitting the release lever hard.

And my world went black.

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