Hours later, Riddick crept back into the Hunter. Carolyn was in a safe place, he didn't want to have to worry about her. The mercs had long since gone. No doubt to lick their wounds and bury their dead.
Riddick felt his throat tighten as he entered the hall. The walls and floor were splashed with blood. When he saw her he began to gag. She was covered in blood. He walked closer and kneeled before her. He placed his hand over her face, closing her eyes. "Deia..." Then he saw his shiv in her hand. That was all she had used to defend herself. He carefully lifted her up and cradled her against his chest, trying not to look at the many bullet-holes and burns that graced her skin. He concentrated on memorizing her face. He shifted his arms and brushed his lips across her forehead as if she could somehow feel it.
He had felt her jealousy of Fry and now that it was too late, cursed himself for not doing something to show her how much he cared. "I'm so sorry. I..." He wanted to say that he loved her, but even now, alone and in darkness he couldn't form the words.
He began to carry her off the ship, but he stopped suddenly. There was something shining on the ground. He picked it up and shoved it in his pocket. He carried her body until he found a cemetary. He walked through all the graves, noticing those with angels and those small and unadorned. Riddick walked until he got the the very back. Carefully setting Deia down in the grass, he walked back to an unfinished gravesite. There was a shovel stuck into the top of a mound of dirt and he borrowed it. Then he began to dig.
Riddick came back the next morning before the cemetary opened. He was lugging a small stone with him. He walked back to the very back and placed it at the top of a freshly dug grave. It read:
A True Angel
Kidnapped
From Heaven
My Deia
Running his hand over the newly-cut stone, Riddick allowed himself a few tears. This woman had died for him, believing he loved another. "All for me...Good-bye, Deia." He pulled something from his pocket, placed it on her headstone. As he walked away he looked up and saw a bird. It was bright blue and astonishing in its beauty.
The first patron of the cemetary that morning was visiting his wife's grave, when something flashed in the distance. He began to walk and found himself in front of a lonely grave in the back. He read the headstone and bent over, running his fingers over it. There appeared to be some sort of a knife embedded in the stone. He then saw what had glinted in the sun. At the very base of the headstone was a pair of sunglasses.
Riddick felt his throat tighten as he entered the hall. The walls and floor were splashed with blood. When he saw her he began to gag. She was covered in blood. He walked closer and kneeled before her. He placed his hand over her face, closing her eyes. "Deia..." Then he saw his shiv in her hand. That was all she had used to defend herself. He carefully lifted her up and cradled her against his chest, trying not to look at the many bullet-holes and burns that graced her skin. He concentrated on memorizing her face. He shifted his arms and brushed his lips across her forehead as if she could somehow feel it.
He had felt her jealousy of Fry and now that it was too late, cursed himself for not doing something to show her how much he cared. "I'm so sorry. I..." He wanted to say that he loved her, but even now, alone and in darkness he couldn't form the words.
He began to carry her off the ship, but he stopped suddenly. There was something shining on the ground. He picked it up and shoved it in his pocket. He carried her body until he found a cemetary. He walked through all the graves, noticing those with angels and those small and unadorned. Riddick walked until he got the the very back. Carefully setting Deia down in the grass, he walked back to an unfinished gravesite. There was a shovel stuck into the top of a mound of dirt and he borrowed it. Then he began to dig.
Riddick came back the next morning before the cemetary opened. He was lugging a small stone with him. He walked back to the very back and placed it at the top of a freshly dug grave. It read:
A True Angel
Kidnapped
From Heaven
My Deia
Running his hand over the newly-cut stone, Riddick allowed himself a few tears. This woman had died for him, believing he loved another. "All for me...Good-bye, Deia." He pulled something from his pocket, placed it on her headstone. As he walked away he looked up and saw a bird. It was bright blue and astonishing in its beauty.
The first patron of the cemetary that morning was visiting his wife's grave, when something flashed in the distance. He began to walk and found himself in front of a lonely grave in the back. He read the headstone and bent over, running his fingers over it. There appeared to be some sort of a knife embedded in the stone. He then saw what had glinted in the sun. At the very base of the headstone was a pair of sunglasses.