Chronicles of Riddick: A Born Killer
Chapter 2
The grimy taste of dirt, and the metallic smell and sound of the slums. It was somthing I loathed as a kid. I loathed everything and everyone, even myself. I thought it was just the annoying stage of adolesence I was going through, but it was somthing else. I had no idea what I was, but I would soon be aware of somthing different within me, somthing no other kid or person I knew had. It would make me a leader, and more importantly, a killer.....
Riddick's blonde hair would have been a vibrant and beautiful colour, if it hadnt been matted down and dirtied throughly. He was thirteen years old, and still a loner in this miserable city. He had smooth muscles even as a kid, with bruises all over his arms and chest. He had been in many fights with numerous gangs, but the reason why he was still a loner was because anyone around him just felt he was different somehow. It echoed from his body, attitude, and mind, and repelled anyone that tried to talk with him. Also, he was unbeleivingly strong for a kid. He could take on whole gangs at once, and not once in his life had he ever been raped or beaten down, like other loners were. He wore a tight black tanktop, outlining his moderate muscles on his torso, and a pair of gray baggy pants, comfortable but worn. Shin high black leather boots were clsped tightly to his feet, keeping them comfortable. He had won all of his clothed possessions, and had taken and thrown away more clothing as he needed them. People had learned to stay away from Riddick, they were scared of him, and most of all, his soft, purring voice, full of some horrible menace.
Riddick usually went to ring matches every friday to win himself some food, and more respect. He knew he would need this respect, to someday make his own group, an elite group. He knew though that first he had to kill someone, somthing he never had done before. He wouldnt do it at the ring match, it would have to be spontanious, and someone big...another clan leader. Earlier on he had equipped himself with a metal club taken from a beaten challenger, and had kept it hanging in his belt loop. He was proud of it, it had been stained with blood from previous fights.
Tonight was another ring match. He hoped they had somthing good to eat this time. He had never lost before, but then again, he had only went against boys his age or younger, but he wouldnt fight boys too young. There was somthing in him that told him he was a different kind of evil, the kind of evil that would destroy other evil. These voices inside his head were always comforting, the only family he knew, and he always listened to them. He had never told anyone of these voices, because he knew they would think he was crazy, but these voices were real. He had never heard them before they came to him, and when they did, he did think he was crazy, but they had told him things that had sometimes saved his life; Duck, or; Behind You. He thought they might be what gave him his strength, but he was simply wrong.
Riddick walked alone towards the slums square - where the matches were held, his club dangling at his side, it's metal stained red glinting in the lampost light. His boots crushed the gravel underneath, his steps seeming to echo into the dark night. He was pumped, ready for anything they would send him. The scent suddently hit his nostrils - blood. They had already started the first match. The sound of cheers and jeers hit his ears, the hot smack of a head against the pavement, and the sigh of a knocked out kid, probably 12. He turned the corner and saw the boy lying there, his face an ammased amount of blood, a broken nose and bruised eye the fruits for him feebly trying to win a-- what was it? Hm, not bad, pizza. He had not tasted pizza since his first win. He knew he could win more than one slice if he decided to fight some bigger kids. Bigger kids also meant bigger and badder weapons. Not good. He was so hungry though, he was ready to beat the shit out of anyone for some pizza. He went to the director of the fights, a 16 year old kid named Kain. He was tough, but smart. Riddick respected him. He had made alot of food directing these fights, and some UDs to buy the food as well.
"Yo Kain, hook me up in the big leauge man"
Kain's ears perked, easily remembering the source of that purring, dangerous voice that even scared him. "Sho Riddick, wait up, let's see this fight."
Riddick nodded and turned his head to watch the scene. Two 15 year old kids were heavily at it, both wielding brass knuckles. One had a long scrape across his cheek - the edge of a brass knuckle - and the other had a bleeding mouth - some teeth knocked out. The black one sent a vicous punch towards his opponents chin. His opponent jerked his head sharply to the left, spun, grabbing his opponent's arm, and throwing him over his shoulder. The black kid landed heavily, but quickly rolled onto his stomach, twisting his arm out of his opponent's grip. Insted of getting up he spun on the ground, using his right arm as a pivot, tripping his opponent and sending him heavily to the ground.
They both got up quickly, and the black one took the initative, leaping foreward, but his opponent got up quickly, his back turned, and spun quickly, his outstreched arm swigning and slamming into the bladk kids cheek, causing spittle, sweat and blood to come flying from his cheek and mouth, sending him stumbling to the left, his unequipped hand holding his cheek. His opponent grinned and leaped at him, throwing a punch for the side of the black kid's head. The black kid ducked, and being inside his opponent's blocking area, he launched upward with fury, uppdercutting his oponnent hard on the left side of his jaw. The white kid flew up in the air, but was knocked out before he hit the ground.
The crowd went wild, kids following the tired black kid off the conrete arena, while others dragged the defeated kid off the arena.
"Good fight.." Riddick commented.
"Yeah, Rake is a pretty good fighter." Kain replied.
"Who's next?"
"You."
"Aight, who am I fightting?"
"Chains"
Riddick looked at Kain, "Chains? I heard he was pretty good."
Kain looked back at Riddick, "He hasn't lost once, like you."
Riddick let out a low, purring laugh that startled Kain, "Aight, see you after the fight. I want that fuckin pizza."
Kain grinned a little, "You got it."
Riddick walked slowly out onto the arena, stepping into the broad red circle that was so familliar to him. His right hand lowered and gripped the metal head of his club, pulling it out of his belt loop. He twirled it into his left hand, gripping the handle of the metal club loosely as both arms fell to his side. Emerging from the shadows on the opposite side of the ring was a big grinning white kid that looked 15. He carried a long link of chains, metal, stained with blood. Riddick was not intimidated, another quality of his difference. Nothing scared him, not even animals. Riddick was an animal...
"I've heard alot about you Riddick..."
"I've heard alot about me too."
A low, stupid laugh rang from Chain's big mouth, "Ahahahaha! I see. well, you ready to get beat down, little kid?"
Riddick turned his head, so his glittering eyes focused on Chains, his purring voice echoing from his throat as he menacingly raised his club, "I don't know Chains....am I?"
Chapter 2
The grimy taste of dirt, and the metallic smell and sound of the slums. It was somthing I loathed as a kid. I loathed everything and everyone, even myself. I thought it was just the annoying stage of adolesence I was going through, but it was somthing else. I had no idea what I was, but I would soon be aware of somthing different within me, somthing no other kid or person I knew had. It would make me a leader, and more importantly, a killer.....
Riddick's blonde hair would have been a vibrant and beautiful colour, if it hadnt been matted down and dirtied throughly. He was thirteen years old, and still a loner in this miserable city. He had smooth muscles even as a kid, with bruises all over his arms and chest. He had been in many fights with numerous gangs, but the reason why he was still a loner was because anyone around him just felt he was different somehow. It echoed from his body, attitude, and mind, and repelled anyone that tried to talk with him. Also, he was unbeleivingly strong for a kid. He could take on whole gangs at once, and not once in his life had he ever been raped or beaten down, like other loners were. He wore a tight black tanktop, outlining his moderate muscles on his torso, and a pair of gray baggy pants, comfortable but worn. Shin high black leather boots were clsped tightly to his feet, keeping them comfortable. He had won all of his clothed possessions, and had taken and thrown away more clothing as he needed them. People had learned to stay away from Riddick, they were scared of him, and most of all, his soft, purring voice, full of some horrible menace.
Riddick usually went to ring matches every friday to win himself some food, and more respect. He knew he would need this respect, to someday make his own group, an elite group. He knew though that first he had to kill someone, somthing he never had done before. He wouldnt do it at the ring match, it would have to be spontanious, and someone big...another clan leader. Earlier on he had equipped himself with a metal club taken from a beaten challenger, and had kept it hanging in his belt loop. He was proud of it, it had been stained with blood from previous fights.
Tonight was another ring match. He hoped they had somthing good to eat this time. He had never lost before, but then again, he had only went against boys his age or younger, but he wouldnt fight boys too young. There was somthing in him that told him he was a different kind of evil, the kind of evil that would destroy other evil. These voices inside his head were always comforting, the only family he knew, and he always listened to them. He had never told anyone of these voices, because he knew they would think he was crazy, but these voices were real. He had never heard them before they came to him, and when they did, he did think he was crazy, but they had told him things that had sometimes saved his life; Duck, or; Behind You. He thought they might be what gave him his strength, but he was simply wrong.
Riddick walked alone towards the slums square - where the matches were held, his club dangling at his side, it's metal stained red glinting in the lampost light. His boots crushed the gravel underneath, his steps seeming to echo into the dark night. He was pumped, ready for anything they would send him. The scent suddently hit his nostrils - blood. They had already started the first match. The sound of cheers and jeers hit his ears, the hot smack of a head against the pavement, and the sigh of a knocked out kid, probably 12. He turned the corner and saw the boy lying there, his face an ammased amount of blood, a broken nose and bruised eye the fruits for him feebly trying to win a-- what was it? Hm, not bad, pizza. He had not tasted pizza since his first win. He knew he could win more than one slice if he decided to fight some bigger kids. Bigger kids also meant bigger and badder weapons. Not good. He was so hungry though, he was ready to beat the shit out of anyone for some pizza. He went to the director of the fights, a 16 year old kid named Kain. He was tough, but smart. Riddick respected him. He had made alot of food directing these fights, and some UDs to buy the food as well.
"Yo Kain, hook me up in the big leauge man"
Kain's ears perked, easily remembering the source of that purring, dangerous voice that even scared him. "Sho Riddick, wait up, let's see this fight."
Riddick nodded and turned his head to watch the scene. Two 15 year old kids were heavily at it, both wielding brass knuckles. One had a long scrape across his cheek - the edge of a brass knuckle - and the other had a bleeding mouth - some teeth knocked out. The black one sent a vicous punch towards his opponents chin. His opponent jerked his head sharply to the left, spun, grabbing his opponent's arm, and throwing him over his shoulder. The black kid landed heavily, but quickly rolled onto his stomach, twisting his arm out of his opponent's grip. Insted of getting up he spun on the ground, using his right arm as a pivot, tripping his opponent and sending him heavily to the ground.
They both got up quickly, and the black one took the initative, leaping foreward, but his opponent got up quickly, his back turned, and spun quickly, his outstreched arm swigning and slamming into the bladk kids cheek, causing spittle, sweat and blood to come flying from his cheek and mouth, sending him stumbling to the left, his unequipped hand holding his cheek. His opponent grinned and leaped at him, throwing a punch for the side of the black kid's head. The black kid ducked, and being inside his opponent's blocking area, he launched upward with fury, uppdercutting his oponnent hard on the left side of his jaw. The white kid flew up in the air, but was knocked out before he hit the ground.
The crowd went wild, kids following the tired black kid off the conrete arena, while others dragged the defeated kid off the arena.
"Good fight.." Riddick commented.
"Yeah, Rake is a pretty good fighter." Kain replied.
"Who's next?"
"You."
"Aight, who am I fightting?"
"Chains"
Riddick looked at Kain, "Chains? I heard he was pretty good."
Kain looked back at Riddick, "He hasn't lost once, like you."
Riddick let out a low, purring laugh that startled Kain, "Aight, see you after the fight. I want that fuckin pizza."
Kain grinned a little, "You got it."
Riddick walked slowly out onto the arena, stepping into the broad red circle that was so familliar to him. His right hand lowered and gripped the metal head of his club, pulling it out of his belt loop. He twirled it into his left hand, gripping the handle of the metal club loosely as both arms fell to his side. Emerging from the shadows on the opposite side of the ring was a big grinning white kid that looked 15. He carried a long link of chains, metal, stained with blood. Riddick was not intimidated, another quality of his difference. Nothing scared him, not even animals. Riddick was an animal...
"I've heard alot about you Riddick..."
"I've heard alot about me too."
A low, stupid laugh rang from Chain's big mouth, "Ahahahaha! I see. well, you ready to get beat down, little kid?"
Riddick turned his head, so his glittering eyes focused on Chains, his purring voice echoing from his throat as he menacingly raised his club, "I don't know Chains....am I?"