Disclaimer: I do not own Riddick sadly. But some day I might….
Ok this is how the story is laid out, the main female character is referred to as "she" until she introduces herself to the second main character.
To live my life as a stranger
Chapter 1
Family Feud
As she stood there looking down at her blood-covered hands, tears filled her eyes. She couldn't believe it, in a fit of anger she killed him, she couldn't remember doing it, but some how she just new that she had. The images where there in her head, the screaming and pleading for his life, those where all there in her head, but they didn't make since, they where all jumbled up like a puzzle waiting to be solved.
She slowly turned and walked down the dimly lit hallway towards the bathroom, she had to brace her self agents the wall every so often to prevent herself from collapsing, though every time she placed her hand on the wall she would leave a bloody hand print or smear mark.
When she got to the bathroom she stood there in front of there mirror looking down towards the ground; she didn't want to look up at herself, she new the image she would see looking back at her wasn't her. When she did finally find the courage to look up at herself she suddenly collapsed to the ground and vomited all over the toilet lid. Slowly she stood up and looked at herself one more time, her legs shaking and treating to collapse underneath her. She stood there in front of the mirror, trying to do everything in her power to keep from collapsing onto the floor again. She braced herself agents the wall and she stared into the mirror. There was blood everywhere, matted into her no longer blonde hair, it was running down the sides of her face, her shirt was ripped and hanging off her shoulders, with many blood stains. Her jeans, well her jeans where on the floor next to her now dead father. She tried to wipe the horrifying reflection of herself from the mirror but instead smeared blood over it.
She went to pick up a washcloth when her body was overwhelmed by pain; she collapsed to the floor with every muscle in her body going into spasms. Her adrenalin rush was wearing off and the pains of the night where all rushing in. Her left wrist was throbbing, she could still move it but she decided not to for the time being. There was a cut over her right eye that was now throbbing. It seemed like every muscle in her body was aching and screaming, for some release.
Suddenly realizing that she had just killed her father she panicked and ran, stopping by her fathers still body. She slowly reached down and picked up her jeans and slid them on over her bruised body and then ran out the front door and into the darkened night. She didn't now where to go or what to do, all she could think was run.
It was getting cold and the clouds where threatening to pour down rain at any time the wind blew harder as she ran down the streets of her little home town. She tried her best to stay out of the light, and away from prying eyes, she didn't want anyone to see her, she new that no one would believe her side of the stories, no one would even listen, they would see that she killed someone and simply lock her away in the darkest cell they could find. That's the problem with the American court systems; you're guilty until they get around to seeing your case.
She found a dark alley to hide in as the rain started to pour down; she started searching for a box or something to shelter in from the freezing rain and merciless wind.
The rain had washed some of the blood off her battered body, but not all of it, what was left was now a mesh of blood, mud and bits of grass.
Suddenly someone placed a hand on her shoulder, but before she could turn around to see who the hand belonged too she was thrown agents the alley wall. Amazingly she recovered from the throw and scrambled to her feet just in time to see a fist flying through the air and landing in her side just under her ribs. This knocked the wind out of her, she lay on the ground gasping for air, her attacker walked up and place one of his feet over her throat, moving her head up to look at him.
" Stupid bitch, did you think I would let kill me that easily?"
Tears filled her eyes, as she looked up at her father, behind his blood-soaked face she was able to make out a smile, a grin. He was grinning at her. He reached down and picked her up by her collar and flung her agents the alley wall again, before she could hit the ground he grabbed her again by her neck, slowly tightens his grip. She could feel her body going numb and her fathers voice became a muffled echo in the surrounding darkness. As her eyes rolled into the back of her head she heard what sounded like a mans voice coming from one end of the alley.
