Riddick has escaped death on the dark planet. Five years later, and he still finds himself dwelling on the events that transpired especially on his memory of Carolyn. As his fear of being caught diminished as time passed, Riddick began to feel as if he was at the beginning of his new life. Never in a million years did Riddick expect that someone would be seeking him out, tracking his movements, all for one purpose.
Disclaimer I know I don't own Riddick or Pitch Black...don't sue me...
Prologue
It had been nearly five years since the crash on the dark planet. The place that had haunted Riddick like no other; the creatures that inhabited it as well as the people that died there had plagued his dreams and his thoughts. He had pronounced himself dead as they sped away but it had turned out to be for a very different reason, as he had found out. He had felt compassion towards the captain that had been ripped from his grasp. Ever since that moment, Riddick had felt as if in fact a piece of him was dead.
'Carolyn.' Her name as well as her face haunted him to what seemed like no ends. Riddick had found himself pondering why this was and he had come up with a few conclusions. One of which was that she had moved him to better his life, she had been so strong and so much like him even if it was in ways she did not understand. He grinned then, unable to suppress the action, as he imagined what would have come of them both had she not been killed in the darkness. Riddick's grin quickly faded as the scene played out in his head as it did so many nights in the past. They were so close to escaping the hell that they had landed on; he should have seen them, that detail had always bothered him. The creatures that had inhabited that planet were so much like him that he should have known that they were going to do.
"Hey, are you going to order something or what?" The bartender's hoarse voice interrupted his thoughts of the blonde captain and Riddick snapped into reality a bit too quickly for his liking. Dark glasses now reflected the image of the old man as fear shadowed his eyes. Riddick reveled in the fact that he still had the aura that could strike fear without even speaking.
Without speaking Riddick rose from his chair, the leather trench coat falling back into place around his ankles. He gave the old man a slight smile before turning to leave the establishment. A soaked figure brushed past him as he opened the door, Riddick could smell the rain and dirt that clung to the traveler but that was not what caused him to turn. It was the distinct smell of blood and death that held to the figure like a shroud that had caused Riddick to turn to the retreating back of the figure. What he saw perplexed him even more, the face of a woman with the brightest color of blue eyes Riddick had ever seen that seemed to be staring right into his very soul.
Disclaimer I know I don't own Riddick or Pitch Black...don't sue me...
Prologue
It had been nearly five years since the crash on the dark planet. The place that had haunted Riddick like no other; the creatures that inhabited it as well as the people that died there had plagued his dreams and his thoughts. He had pronounced himself dead as they sped away but it had turned out to be for a very different reason, as he had found out. He had felt compassion towards the captain that had been ripped from his grasp. Ever since that moment, Riddick had felt as if in fact a piece of him was dead.
'Carolyn.' Her name as well as her face haunted him to what seemed like no ends. Riddick had found himself pondering why this was and he had come up with a few conclusions. One of which was that she had moved him to better his life, she had been so strong and so much like him even if it was in ways she did not understand. He grinned then, unable to suppress the action, as he imagined what would have come of them both had she not been killed in the darkness. Riddick's grin quickly faded as the scene played out in his head as it did so many nights in the past. They were so close to escaping the hell that they had landed on; he should have seen them, that detail had always bothered him. The creatures that had inhabited that planet were so much like him that he should have known that they were going to do.
"Hey, are you going to order something or what?" The bartender's hoarse voice interrupted his thoughts of the blonde captain and Riddick snapped into reality a bit too quickly for his liking. Dark glasses now reflected the image of the old man as fear shadowed his eyes. Riddick reveled in the fact that he still had the aura that could strike fear without even speaking.
Without speaking Riddick rose from his chair, the leather trench coat falling back into place around his ankles. He gave the old man a slight smile before turning to leave the establishment. A soaked figure brushed past him as he opened the door, Riddick could smell the rain and dirt that clung to the traveler but that was not what caused him to turn. It was the distinct smell of blood and death that held to the figure like a shroud that had caused Riddick to turn to the retreating back of the figure. What he saw perplexed him even more, the face of a woman with the brightest color of blue eyes Riddick had ever seen that seemed to be staring right into his very soul.