I kept watching Pitch Black to get some inspiration. I've also returned to school this month and suffered bronchitis/sinus infection/allergies for a few weeks. HAHAH, everything at once, ya'll know how that goes. Anyway, I've got plenty more story ideas, some songfics included. They'll be posted pending beta. Right now I'm finished this story just as this is being posted, just wanted to give you a guys a lil sumthin-sumthin. R and R!
Riddick walked rigid through the fields of plant life that swam up to his hips, brushing against him softly despite his harsh pace. Eyes glanced behind his goggles, scanning the surrounding area for something, anything that would lead him in a direction. He sighed and mentally shook himself for coming here, maybe his instincts hadn't been correct. But all the once he saw something strange in the sky. All morning strange winged beings, smaller than his hand perhaps, flittered and flew across the sky. They seemed, however, to avoid a patch of trees to the north, circling the long way around so as to avoid the area all together. Picking up the pace, he began to walk towards the area with great earnest.
Jack sighed and nibbled slowly at the meal bar in her hands, trying to enjoy the last bits of her remaining food. All morning she had been feeling feverish and shakey. In the early hours she'd used one of her pain vials again, leaving only one left. She sipped slowly at her bottle of water, thankful that there was at least another full bottle left. Squeezing her eyes shut, she allowed tears of frustration to slide down her cheeks.
"I should have stayed on the fucking ship. At least then I would have died a hell of a lot sooner.." she mumbled to herself, hand rubbing at her neck and shoulder. She glanced towards the now brightly purpled sky, silently wishing that she was strong enough to end her own life. She had given up on standing for too long, so she went back to her own corner of hell, curling on herself upon the floor and silently crying.
Within an hour of his observation, Riddick came upon an area of trees that were harshly burned and twisted. The ground was scorched, and the skies quiet. But what got to Riddick the most was the smell, a horrible stench of blood, flesh, and metal. Striding towards the smell, he stopped dead in his tracks as he found the remains of a space ship. There was barely anything left, the wreckage twisted in upon what he could only determine as two former people, now so badly burned that they were unrecognizable. He unconsciously stumbled backwards, the veins on the back of his hands thickening as his heart nearly stopped. "Jack" he whispered, a prayer to none of the gods he believed in.
Jack's head was spinning, her body wracked with the fever that she hoped would kill her. Her vision had grown blurry within the past hour, and she had already vomited twice. She slowly rocked on her knees until she was crawling towards the opening. The breeze was flowing by her face, and she closed her eyes against the wave of comfort its coldness brought. Her blurry eyes focused on the sharp angle of the cliff's drop, the way that the rocks seemed to point upwards at her, mocking her. A sob wracked her body as she gripped at the edge of the rock, praying for the strength to do what she should. Not knowing why, she looked towards the wreckage site, still within walking distance. Her body tensed as she saw a black figure moving through the wreckage. Probably feeding on what's left she thought bitterly. Well let the fuckers eat me then…I've been dead ever since he left me. Bracing herself, she closed her eyes, letting go of the edge and throwing herself over.