Disclaimer: None of these character are mine, they are property of USA Films and David
Twohy. Please don't sue me. All I have is pocket lint.
This story is based heavily upon the original script, so while some of it may sound
familiar, other parts were only in the script. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
"Canyon ahead. I circled once to buy some time to think." Riddick stared ahead at the
canyon. What he saw only he knows. Carolyn stared at him. She was getting kind of
twitchy. "Think about what?"
John jumped into Riddick's face. "About how to kill us and still get these cells to the
skiff. Goddamnit, we're just doing the heavy lifting for this prick." Riddick grinned at
him and Johns was reminded of a snarling dog. Then he turned to Carolyn.
"About how to get through the canyon with the girl bleeding." Riddick was staring at
Jack but Johns and Carolyn still didn't get it. Johns made some smart-ass comment. "Not
her. Her." Realization dawned. "You've got to be kidding me." Johns was shitting. So,
Jack the girl. Bleeding. They were going to die because of this damned girl. His trigger
finger began to itch.
"They been nose-open for her ever since we left." Riddick didn't know what they were
going to do. He sensed Johns' frustration. Carolyn and Jack's fear. They were all starting
to lose it.
They argued for awhile. Carolyn wanted to turn tail and head back to the skiff. Johns
didn't agree. "No, no, you're right, Fry. What's to be afraid of? My life's just a steaming
pile of meaningless shit anyways. So I say mush on. Canyon's only couple hundred
meters, after that we're in Skiff City. So why don't you just butch up, stuff a cork in that
kid, and get…" Johns was unaware that Riddick's finger was also itching and he was
right in the crosshairs.
After they finally decided to move forward, or Johns decided, he made a move for
Riddick. Johns had a proposition to make. He didn't exactly want to kill the girl but was
hoping Riddick would give him an excuse…just an excuse. Moving forward, away from
the others, he said: "Ain't all of us gonna make it…six of us left. If we could get through
that canyon and lose just one, that'd be quite a fucking feat, huh? A good thing, right?"
Riddick wondered what Johns was up to and had the sinking feeling he already knew.
"Not if I'm the one." Johns went on to explain. He wanted Riddick to kill the girl so they
could drag her as bait. He wanted to laugh. That would never happen. If Johns wanted
some bait he could get it his damn self. "What's her name anyway?" Johns sneered.
"Let's not name the Thanksgiving turkey, okay? I assume you still got a shiv." Riddick
was right.
"What, you 'spect me to do it?" Johns looked at him, surprised. "What's one more to
you? Like this is the one that sends you to Hell?" Riddick couldn't help himself and
began to laugh. "Oh, you're a piece of art, Johns. They ought to hang you in a museum
somewhere. Or forget the museum…maybe they should just hang you."
When the shotgun went off, Carolyn panicked. What if one of them got shot? "Leave the
sled, let's go, go, go!"
"Only one rule," Riddick stayed close to Johns light. "Stay in the light."
Riddick savored the moment when his shiv entered Johns' back. It was a great one,
indeed. "Remember that moment?" Johns began to struggle and tried to get his shotgun
loaded and ready to shoot.
"Shoulda never taken the chains off, Johns. You were one brave fuck before. Now look at
you. Oh, yeah, you were Billy Bad-ass with your gauge, with your chains, with your
badge…" John took aim with his shotgun. Then he fired. He saw the surprise in
Riddick's eyes. Riddick began to move forward, shiv in one hand, wound in the other.
"I'm still Billy Bad-ass." He shot Riddick until there were no bullets left.
Twohy. Please don't sue me. All I have is pocket lint.
This story is based heavily upon the original script, so while some of it may sound
familiar, other parts were only in the script. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
"Canyon ahead. I circled once to buy some time to think." Riddick stared ahead at the
canyon. What he saw only he knows. Carolyn stared at him. She was getting kind of
twitchy. "Think about what?"
John jumped into Riddick's face. "About how to kill us and still get these cells to the
skiff. Goddamnit, we're just doing the heavy lifting for this prick." Riddick grinned at
him and Johns was reminded of a snarling dog. Then he turned to Carolyn.
"About how to get through the canyon with the girl bleeding." Riddick was staring at
Jack but Johns and Carolyn still didn't get it. Johns made some smart-ass comment. "Not
her. Her." Realization dawned. "You've got to be kidding me." Johns was shitting. So,
Jack the girl. Bleeding. They were going to die because of this damned girl. His trigger
finger began to itch.
"They been nose-open for her ever since we left." Riddick didn't know what they were
going to do. He sensed Johns' frustration. Carolyn and Jack's fear. They were all starting
to lose it.
They argued for awhile. Carolyn wanted to turn tail and head back to the skiff. Johns
didn't agree. "No, no, you're right, Fry. What's to be afraid of? My life's just a steaming
pile of meaningless shit anyways. So I say mush on. Canyon's only couple hundred
meters, after that we're in Skiff City. So why don't you just butch up, stuff a cork in that
kid, and get…" Johns was unaware that Riddick's finger was also itching and he was
right in the crosshairs.
After they finally decided to move forward, or Johns decided, he made a move for
Riddick. Johns had a proposition to make. He didn't exactly want to kill the girl but was
hoping Riddick would give him an excuse…just an excuse. Moving forward, away from
the others, he said: "Ain't all of us gonna make it…six of us left. If we could get through
that canyon and lose just one, that'd be quite a fucking feat, huh? A good thing, right?"
Riddick wondered what Johns was up to and had the sinking feeling he already knew.
"Not if I'm the one." Johns went on to explain. He wanted Riddick to kill the girl so they
could drag her as bait. He wanted to laugh. That would never happen. If Johns wanted
some bait he could get it his damn self. "What's her name anyway?" Johns sneered.
"Let's not name the Thanksgiving turkey, okay? I assume you still got a shiv." Riddick
was right.
"What, you 'spect me to do it?" Johns looked at him, surprised. "What's one more to
you? Like this is the one that sends you to Hell?" Riddick couldn't help himself and
began to laugh. "Oh, you're a piece of art, Johns. They ought to hang you in a museum
somewhere. Or forget the museum…maybe they should just hang you."
When the shotgun went off, Carolyn panicked. What if one of them got shot? "Leave the
sled, let's go, go, go!"
"Only one rule," Riddick stayed close to Johns light. "Stay in the light."
Riddick savored the moment when his shiv entered Johns' back. It was a great one,
indeed. "Remember that moment?" Johns began to struggle and tried to get his shotgun
loaded and ready to shoot.
"Shoulda never taken the chains off, Johns. You were one brave fuck before. Now look at
you. Oh, yeah, you were Billy Bad-ass with your gauge, with your chains, with your
badge…" John took aim with his shotgun. Then he fired. He saw the surprise in
Riddick's eyes. Riddick began to move forward, shiv in one hand, wound in the other.
"I'm still Billy Bad-ass." He shot Riddick until there were no bullets left.