Title: Living Nightmare
Author: OGLobotomy
Rating: R- MA
Summary: Set in the Pitch Black Universe. A dramatic event has caused a boy to end up in a strange place; he doesn't know where he is, or why he's there. All he knows is that his world has come crashing down, and amongst the fallen debris, is he unknown past.
Disclaimer: I do not own Riddick, Jack, Imam, or any character, location, or idea in the Pitch Black/Chronicles of Riddick universe. All unknown characters are mine, email me if you want to use them or my ideas.
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A/N: This is a prequel to my main project, which is still under construction. I would really appreciate it if you could give me feedback, positive or negative, about this FF.
PS: First Fan Fiction, so beware, It may not be up to par.
Chapter One
It's cold.
So very cold.
Where am I?
The last thing I remember was being home, in Boston. My twin sister, Annabelle, playing hopscotch in the driveway. Christie, my old sister ogling at older boys who had business even being around here anymore. I felt happy.
Happy.
Must've been a dream. Like all the other ones I've been having for the past month. The light high above is flickering. A shudder goes down my spine. That brings up my question again.
Where am I?
The closed in walls, so dark, so cold, remind me of the holovids I use to watch about 20th century prisons. Except there aren't any cold steel bars. Only a large, metal door.
I try to stand up.
My knees buckle and I plummet to the floor. My legs are asleep.
'Great'
I massage the feeling back into my legs, slowly but surely the blood rushes back into my sprawled out limbs.
'Let's try this again'
This time I manage to stand up, awkwardly, but I'm up. I carefully make my way to the large door, noting the incredible stench in the far corner of this hexagon shaped room. The light is low at this end. I feel for the door, nearly stumbling, due to my lack of depth perception.
Vertigo creeps up on me like a wild lion stalking its prey, and I nearly collapse. After a few painstaking seconds I regain my composure and feel for the door again. The cold metal, damp and smooth, doesn't budge under my pressure.
'Locked, figures'
It appears the locking mechanism is outside the door.
I sigh heavily.
I scurry back to the far end of my "cell" and see a indention in the wall, approximately 6 by 9 feet. It's obviously supposed to be my bed. My eyelids become heavy, sleep becomes inevitable. I slowly make my way down to the "bed" and find out that it's surprisingly warmer than the floor. I slowly start to fade from reality. Thinking only of the "good times" in Boston. Soon the dream comes back to me, and my breathing becomes heavy and slow.
'Goodnight, Reggie'