Sorry I left you guys out there for so long…Had some serious stuff to take care of…hope you enjoy.
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Ever grow up knowing you were gonna' die? Seems funny hunh? Just the idea of a little kid thinking about something like that. And I'm not just talking about being reasonably sure either… no ladies and gentlemen…it was an absolute fuckin' certainty. I was positive…but enough about that…lets get down to brass mother fucking tacks…
so I was dead…as if you couldn't tell…and here I am thinking that this was going to be some big improvement on my sorry fucking excuse for an existence…have to say wrong…really, really wrong…its not the whole being dead thing that sucks…no, it's the empty, the dark, the void…I thought I was a cold bitch before I died…not a snowballs chance in hell…tell you what…when you do bite the big one…and all of us will don't expect funny things like being "good" or "bad" to direct you anywhere…you sit there with all the emptiness of your soul just pouring out around you and all the fucking little demons of your past dancing their way through the empty socket where your brain used to hide…
the Necro's got it all wrong…there is no happy hunting ground…unless I'm just somewhere they reserve for extra special assholes…the whole god thing really gets to me too…you know god, the devil…maybe that's why whoever…is up there…I would like to refer to him or her as the great masturbating deity…doesn't want any of us cocksuckers to get out of this little pin of self exile we've been placed in…if we did get out it could be bad for business…you know the whole mother fucking religious thingy…millions of adoring fans and what not…kind of like finding out your favorite singer was lip sinking it the whole time…or that John Wayne liked to wear pink dresses …maybe I think too fucking much
Hunh…kinda' funny when I look into it…we do create our own hell…wonder how long I've been here….
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"Exactly six hours." Riddick grumbled looking down to Wylie's waxen complexion. He squinted behind the silvered lenses of the goggles. The bright light above the table Wylie's corpse was laid out on was making them tear.
"Sir it was very good of you to place her straight into the cryo…I cant detect any further decay of the soft tissues or bone mass…bacteria is at a minimum…."
"What the fuck does this have to do with anything?" Riddick placed both hands on the side of the surgical steel table and squeezed causing the metal to whine weakly.
"Let's pretend your speaking with someone educated in the penal system." He said lowly. The bass in his voice echoing of the walls of the tiled room.
"Well lord…I had assumed …forgive me, I know it was presumptuous…b-but I had assumed…" The smaller man was wringing his hands behind his back.
Riddick pulled the goggles to the crown of his head and aimed the shining light off the table and towards the corner of the room. He closed his eyes for a second and ran a weary hand across them. His anguish felt almost as grains of salt in his eyes. He squeezed the edge of the table harder this time letting the metal give an audible groan. The man standing beside Riddick gave a noticeable jump back. Finally loosing his patience for the pathetic, simpering little man he saw before him he turned quickly to give the smaller mumbling man the full force of gaze.
"Finish it." He roared into the smaller mans face.
The man whom Riddick's wrath was directed towards turned almost the same color of the corpse on the steel table…
"S-s—s----sir. I-I'm sorry…I had thought that you would of wanted to bring this one back."
"Back..?" Riddick grumbled lowly as he reached over to touch a piece of Wylie's hair in an almost careless gesture
"Yes sir…that's why I thought you put her in the cryo...to bring her back…it obvious that you have feeling for the girl."
"And you would know that because …why?" His voice said lowly, full of sarcasm
"I-um….thought sir…because…um"
"You know nothing….nothing…" He reached over to the smaller man picking him up by the lapels of his coat and made him to meet a quicksilver gaze… "Fucking nothing." Riddick said and shook the man in his hands for emphasis. "I put her in the cryo so she wouldn't bleed like a fucking pig after I ghosted her."
The doctor knew that he could hear traces of anguish in the Lord Marshals voice but, it was not his place to comment….
"So you don't want me to…"
Riddick put the smaller man back down on his feet. He looked over to Wylie's wax-like body lying out on the steel slab.
"Bring her back,"
"But sir I will let you know that the longer the person has been in the more damage that can happen to their psyche…even if the body is in prime physical shape for re- animation..."
Riddick hunkered down to gaze more effectively into the doctors' eyes. He held up three fingers as he said the words slowly for emphasis.
" Bring… her… back"
Riddick turned without another word and began out the doorway.
"Doc" Riddick said lowly looking into the dark corridor…
"Yes lord"
"Two things…"
"Yes lord…"
"One," he growled… "turn off that fucking light, I don't want her shine fried."
"Two," he said with more bass in his voice than usual. " Don't fuck with her when you do get her back…trust me she can be a real bitch."
With that Riddick left the room in the hushed silence of the slightly humming machinery.
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I don't know what the fuck I'm doin' sept' maybe givin' the fuckin' kid a second turn in this fuckin' existence…don't know if it's a fucking blessing or a curse…if I got the chance to maybe save one of em' I will.
A small voice echoed in Riddick's head...
So the noble Riddick reaches out on a limb to save his lady love….how noble…
Didn't say nothing about fuckin' love
I didn't see you going to any such lengths to save me Richard…
What the fuck do you want Jack?
Bring me back Riddick…give me back the life you took from me….you know you can…you have the power to do it…
More on the way…..