Johns: *storms in and shoulders Alou out of the way.* My turn.

Rayen: I don't recall inviting you, asswipe.

Alou: *glares.* Pretty sure, druggies aren't allow.

Rayen: *leans over to Alou* Wow... I did not realize how accurate I was with his gross scent...

Johns: *glares* The Chronicles of Riddick series is not in anyway owned by this annoying Bitch-

Rayen: EXCUSE ME BASTARD?!

Johns: And Alou is the only part this is owned by her-for whatever reason-

Alou: *offers Rayen a shiv.* Here, since this is the fourth wall, it should send him back to where he needs to be.

Rayen: *takes it and walks up behind Johns and presses the blade against his abdominal arota.* You want me to stick you? I hate to get blood all over my screening room.

Johns: *freezes.* You little.

Rayen: OUT.

Johns: *Runs*

Rayen: Think Riddick will find him?

Alou: I hope so... *clears throat as she takes her shiv back* The Riddick Chronicles belong to their rightful creators. Rayen Autumn King does not claim any of the characters or subjects you see in the following fan-created work beside myself and any original scenes between myself and the other characters. Please enjoy this story, and please support the official release.

Rayen: Thank you so much, Alou... *sighs.* Would you like some tea?

Alou: I'd love some...

Rayen: *throws up the title card and the pair go to get tea.*


Chapter 9: Trek

According to Jack and Shazza, the blue sun was setting, and the yellow and red suns were rising. Imam had been kind enough to find a nice three foot piece of ½ inch pipe for me to use as a cane as we trekked towards the settlement. The priest and Fry were lugging one power cell between them, but I had pretty good feeling who was hauling everything else…

Riddick had been promoted from murderous monster to beast of burden, towing a drag-sled with all the heavy cargo. In my opinion, it was more of a downgrade. And I felt sorry for the guy. He wasn't bad, which led me to believe that maybe he was a victim of scapegoating.

"So just like that. Wave your little wand and he is one of us now," Smuggler—I mean Paris—asked Moron—I mean Johns.

"Didn't say that. But this way I don't have to worry about you falling asleep and not wakin' up," Bastard—again, referring to Johns—replied.

I rolled my eyes. You'd be the only I think. You're the one who pisses him off the most.

"Well, I feel we owe Mr. Riddick amends," Imam said, adding in his opinion on the subject.

Finally! I screamed in my head. Someone with some sense of conscious.

"Oh right," Shazza huffed, and I knew if I could see I would be glaring at her. "Let's all line up and beg his forgiveness. Right you are."

I had to bite my lip to keep from retorting to that.

"At least give the man some oxygen!" the priest stated, sounding exasperated.

Mentally, I raised my hand. Check, I've done that, and watered the poor guy!

"He's happy just being vertical. Leave him be," dirt bag—Johns is going to have numerous bad names from me—stated sharply.

Jack spoke up from beside me. "So can I talk to him now?"

Johns and Shazza both said sharply, "No."

I put my hand on her shoulder and leaned to her ear. "Later."

There was a clank, and a rolling sound, followed by a squeak from Wimp—oh I'm having fun with this—cued that some of his booze had been dropped. Then, there was silence, and I knew everyone was staring at him and Riddick.

"Paris P. Ogilvie. Antiquities dealer. Entrepreneur," Snob introduced.

There was a soft chuckle, which made me smile softly to myself. "Richard B. Riddick. Escaped convict. Murderer."

There was a popping sound, and then chugging. Riddick had just drank whatever was in the bottle. And now Prat was annoyed. He returned to the rest of us, and was seething.

"You know, if I owned Hell and this planet… I believe I'd rent this place out, and live in Hell."

I couldn't help it; I just started barking with laughter. They all stopped again and were by now staring at me as if the heat had finally caused a mental breakdown within the group. I ended up dropping my cane, and bent over clutching my sides, still laughing my ass off.

A hand hit the top of my back as I started coughing from lack of air. I heard Jackass's gun as he warned, "Back off, Riddick."

Sobering instantly, I stood straight, glaring in Johns's direction. "He won't hurt me."

The toxic-dump chuckled like I said something funny. "What makes you so sure? He doesn't discriminate on who he shivs."

My hand reached forward until it touched the metal of the barrel, and then shoved the gun away as I stepped forward, a soft warning growl from behind me. "I'm the only one besides Jack, Fry, and Imam who treats him with respect, though the latter two do so with fear." There was pure venom in my tone. "You are so afraid of him, you bully him in order to make everybody think you are a hero. Imam is afraid, yes, but he willingly suggested giving him some O2, like a decent human being. The rest of you are all little pricks who hang on every word this," I jabbed Johns as hard as I could in the chest. "Toxic Snake says. How do we know he isn't the one we should lash to that drag-sled and make him haul the cargo?"

Jack gently grabbed my arm as she put my cane in my hand. "Yea, what Alou said!"

I patted her head with a smile before turning my attention back to Johns. "Now, are you gonna finally drop your balls and try giving your humanity a damn chance?" Silence, and then I heard Johns turned and left, and everyone but Jack and I followed. I turned to Riddick, taking out my water. "Have a drink."

He chuckled, and I smiled as he took the bottle and had a swallow. "For a blueblood, you know a lot of dirty words."

I smirked as he placed the bottle back in my waiting hand. "For a criminal, you are extremely pleasant to talk to."

There was a low laugh. "Could also say the same for you."

I held up the tube for the oxygen, wanting to make sure he was good to go for the rest of the trek. "We aren't all spoiled brats. My mother made sure I knew how to take care of myself."

"Good, 'cause you're gonna need to," he said, taking a hit of fresh O2, "Thanks."

"Welcome," I said, reaching for and taking Jack by the arm and we caught up with the others, Riddick following us closer now that he had fresh oxygen in his lungs.

I think my little lecture caught Johns off guard, but I knew that despite there being no chastisement about taking care of Riddick, he would find a way to try and get me back.

And for that, I really couldn't wait to watch him die.


Rayen: *waves as Alou heads out as she glances Riddick chasing Johns around the halls.* I hope that's on the security footage...