Chapter two – Aftermath of the Crash

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K! This Chapter is gonna be in two parts, the first from Rebecca's point of view, the second will be from Johns' point of view.

And their relationship will be explained later on, how they met and everything. So please be patient and I'm not telling who saved Rebecca, you'll have to wait for that too. :oP

Chapter two – Part one

As Johns stood cursing the skies, Rebecca watched on in wonder. How could one man be so obsessed with the ruining of another's life? For years he had hunted Riddick, his judgement clouded by the offer of a large sum of money. Rebecca had seen it all with Johns. He had dragged her from galaxy to galaxy, planet to planet, used her as bait and even risked her life, all in his quest to catch the un-catchable Riddick.

"HEY! Johns calm down." Rebecca shouted. "He can't have gone far."

"Shut up, Becca! You know him as well as I do, he's gone."

"You're such a child Johns. Go look for him."

"She's right, we need to find him." The female prospector, Shazza, butted in.

Johns looked angrily on as they all focused on him. "What do you mean, 'we'?"

"He's a killer, Johns. He is our problem as well as yours now." Fry said. "And we need to find him fast."

"This is insane, he could be anywhere."

Rebecca grabbed and hauled him to the hole in the wall. "Hey!"

"Shut up, look. I don't know about you Johns, but I can't see a hell of a lot of places to hide. Come on! We have to find him."

The land outside the ship was sandy and barren. The planet really was lifeless. Not even a brush of air unsettled the sand. The sky was red, but also blue, as a result of the three suns, two heading to sunrise, one to sunset. "His footprints." Finally it clicked. "I can follow his foot prints." Johns said regaining his bounty hunter stance.

"You mean we!" Becca corrected.

"No! 'I'. You have to stay here, protect the rest of them in case he comes back."

"You can't go on your own."

"I'm not. Hey, holy man."

He gestured to the Muslims, who were all wearing their ceremonial robes. "Imam."

"Yeah whatever, I need you and your three boys to help me locate our missing party."

"However we can help."

"I'm coming too." It was Fry.

"Fine. Moveout." He turned to Rebecca. "Be careful."

"Yeah, sure. You too."

Leaning down he gave her a gentle kiss, then jumped down onto the sand. With a quick glance backward he joined the others and headed towards the sunset. Leaving Becca with the boy, prospectors and the guy with funny clothes. He moved over to her cautiously. "Paris P. Ogilvie. Entrepreneur." She shook his hand.

"Rebecca Everitt. Ex-con." Then walked away, that should keep him the hell away from me! How the hell did I manage to crash land on a barren planet with a bunch of geeks?

"I'm Jack." It was the boy.

"I'm happy for you." Rebecca replied dryly.

"Do you really know the convict?" Undeterred.

"Why? You want an autograph?"

"Do you think he would?" Jack asked brightly.

"I think he'd rather slit your throat than sign anything, unless it was done in your blood. Say away from him kid. He's dangerous and he's bad news. You see him, you call me. Got it!"

"Sure."

Rebecca jumped down from the ship; it was too crowded in there with cryo-chambers and annoying fucks spread throughout. She needed to get away. This planet would drive her crazy; the people that were left would drive her crazy. "Come on Johns, He can't be that hard to find."

A sharp movement behind her, told Rebecca that she was not alone. Bracing herself for a battle, she was almost saddened to find that it was Shazza who was trying to sneak up on her. "That was rather harsh."

"What?"

"The way you spoke to the boy. He's just a curious child."

"Yeah well, you know what they say. Curiosity killed the cat."

"What's your damage, Becca?"

Facing each other, Rebecca once again readied herself for a fight. "Fuck off, Shazza. I'm just worried."

"For who? Johns or Riddick?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Why are you so eager to find him?"

"That's what I do. He's a killer, he needs to be found."

"An ex-con searching for a killer. I don't believe it. You are up to something."

Rebecca let out a laugh. "Really? Haven't you ever heard, like finds like."

"I'm warning you, don't get any ideas. I know your kind. I'll be watching you."

"Well that's a comforting thought. Why don't you just march yourself back to Geek?"

"His name is Zeke."

"Same difference."

"I don't like your attitude."

"And I don't like the smell of your breath. But, hey! We all have our crosses to bear."

"Your time will come, Becca."

"Yeah, I'll be waiting."

With that, Shazza walked away. Oh my God! Rebecca thought. What a fucking bitch! She knows nothing about me. She paced up and down anger and worry pulsing through her. ARGH! I would love for Riddick to get her, then see whose up to something.

"REBECCA!" Someone was calling her. She suddenly snapped out of her rage.

"What? Is it Riddick?"

"No!" Jack's head peered over the edge of the roof. "You have to see this."

"I'm just coming."

Trudging through the sand Rebecca finally found a perfect climbing place to get to the roof. I hate climbing! This better be something good. Jack, Shazza and Zeke along with Paris were all gathered up on the roof. "What?" She was surprisingly out of breath.

"We were gonna look for survivors." Zeke said. "Then we saw this."

The speeding Hunter-Gratzner, when it had hit the sandy floor had created a trench. The trench, long and wide, had soon been filled in with the debris of the fallen ship. Twisted metal and human corpses alike littered the ground.

"Holy shit!" Rebecca breathed. "No one could survive that."

"So what do we do now?" Jack asked.

"We need water, food, supplies. We go raid the cargo hold."

"What?" Shazza asked. "You can't be serious?"

"We need water. We have to try something."

"I'm game." Jack said.

Shazza and Zeke still refused. "Fine! Me and the boy will go."

"No! He stays with us."

"What? No, she can't go on her own." Jack pleaded to go with Rebecca, but Shazza was adamant. "He's not going!"

"Fine! I'll go on my own."