She watched them go by. It was Riddick. And the woman...she looked so familiar. It was Riddick. She went over that night again in her mind.
//She felt something stab through her back. She tried to smile at Riddick, to let him know that it was okay. Then she had been snatched away. Fighting the damned thing was hard. But eventually she slid off of her impaler and fell to the ground.
She must have blacked out. She awoke next to the Coring Room. Just in time to watch the skiff taking off. "Oh, God, no...don't leave me alone to die on this fuckin' planet." She looked up as something swooped over her. It was one of them. Probably smelled her blood and was coming to finish her off. It landed over her and was leaning forward when suddenly it stopped, hesitating. With an enraged squeal it flew away. Carolyn watched as the sun came up.
She had water and shelter. There was dried food left on the ship that she could eat and plenty left in the settlement. Her stab wound would soon become stiff with congealed blood and if it didn't rip open should heal fairly quickly. She even thought enought to set off the SOS signal on the ship.//
That was nine months ago. Nine months of staring at the sky and wondering if someone was going to come for her or if she would die here. Slowly, stiffly, she got up from her hiding place and exited the ship. Nine months of dreaming of Riddick. She still heard him saying it: "Not for me." It echoed over and over in her mind. She imagined the pain that her light-hearted words had caused him/
//Come on, Riddick. I said I'd die for them, not for you...not for you...not for you...//
Riddick had scented her in the ship. He wasn't stupid enough to think that she had lived. Deia had no such qualms though. She stopped and inhaled deeply. She smelled something alive. Then the wind shifted and it got stronger. She turned to look.
What she saw was a tanned, emaciated figure. Wearing shredded clothing and desperately in need of a bath. Her hair was longer but badly matted. She would recognize that face anywhere. "Carolyn." Something flashed in Deia's eyes that wasn't friendly.
Riddick didn't want to believe. He had built Carolyn up into a type of angel, a larger than life being who had involuntarily sacrificed herself for him. Nonetheless, she was here and he couldn't simply take back the last hours to live in ignorance. He moved toward Carolyn and lifted her into his arms. She was alive.
Deia was piloting the ship. She had been volunteered. After all, Riddick and Carolyn had to have some private time to talk. She didn't want to be bitter about this, but she didn't want to share Riddick with anyone. Especially not Fry, best friend or no, she was still competition. And there was no doubt in Deia's mind who he would choose. Fry was perfect in his eyes. A tear slid down her cheek. How does one complete with perfection?
//She felt something stab through her back. She tried to smile at Riddick, to let him know that it was okay. Then she had been snatched away. Fighting the damned thing was hard. But eventually she slid off of her impaler and fell to the ground.
She must have blacked out. She awoke next to the Coring Room. Just in time to watch the skiff taking off. "Oh, God, no...don't leave me alone to die on this fuckin' planet." She looked up as something swooped over her. It was one of them. Probably smelled her blood and was coming to finish her off. It landed over her and was leaning forward when suddenly it stopped, hesitating. With an enraged squeal it flew away. Carolyn watched as the sun came up.
She had water and shelter. There was dried food left on the ship that she could eat and plenty left in the settlement. Her stab wound would soon become stiff with congealed blood and if it didn't rip open should heal fairly quickly. She even thought enought to set off the SOS signal on the ship.//
That was nine months ago. Nine months of staring at the sky and wondering if someone was going to come for her or if she would die here. Slowly, stiffly, she got up from her hiding place and exited the ship. Nine months of dreaming of Riddick. She still heard him saying it: "Not for me." It echoed over and over in her mind. She imagined the pain that her light-hearted words had caused him/
//Come on, Riddick. I said I'd die for them, not for you...not for you...not for you...//
Riddick had scented her in the ship. He wasn't stupid enough to think that she had lived. Deia had no such qualms though. She stopped and inhaled deeply. She smelled something alive. Then the wind shifted and it got stronger. She turned to look.
What she saw was a tanned, emaciated figure. Wearing shredded clothing and desperately in need of a bath. Her hair was longer but badly matted. She would recognize that face anywhere. "Carolyn." Something flashed in Deia's eyes that wasn't friendly.
Riddick didn't want to believe. He had built Carolyn up into a type of angel, a larger than life being who had involuntarily sacrificed herself for him. Nonetheless, she was here and he couldn't simply take back the last hours to live in ignorance. He moved toward Carolyn and lifted her into his arms. She was alive.
Deia was piloting the ship. She had been volunteered. After all, Riddick and Carolyn had to have some private time to talk. She didn't want to be bitter about this, but she didn't want to share Riddick with anyone. Especially not Fry, best friend or no, she was still competition. And there was no doubt in Deia's mind who he would choose. Fry was perfect in his eyes. A tear slid down her cheek. How does one complete with perfection?