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Every night since I can remember my mom has told me the stories of Riddick and what he has done. When I got old enough I started training on my own, so that if I ever came up against Riddick I could kill him faster then he could blink. Little did I know that Riddick wasn't just a bedtime story to me.
As a toddler I got what I wanted if my mom gave it to me or not. I was born with a type of telekinesis. I could show you your worst fear, I used this for my benefit only. As I grew up training my body and my mind I could kill you from 20-yards away. I got in a lot of trouble in school and just with the law in it's self, but the last plan I had concocted on my own didn't get to be played out because I had an encounter of parental proportions.
Lying in my bed not tired at all, wondering what kind of day I would have tomorrow what kind of adventure I would have. In five minutes mom would walk in and tell me another story of Richard Riddick. Every night she would come in at the same time with a little knick-knack given to her by my father (whoever that is.) I had many knick-knacks on shelves on the walls of my room. Tonight the story of Riddick was a recent one. Not too recent but it was more recent than most of the stories mom had told me. This one took place just before I was born about two or three months before I was born. Mom started her story like she did every night. Her little "Riddick was wanted by mercs" but she said it with a little smile, like she was there and was remembering it.
"Riddick was wanted by mercs and also by a race of half human half something else called Necromancers, but the necromancers were after Riddick because of he tribe of human he was born of. The necromancers didn't know that they were looking for the most notorious man who ever lived after the deletion of the Furyans. Furyans were a race of human that were stronger, faster, more mobile, and had enhanced night vision. Of course the necromancers were afraid of the Furyans so they decided to wipeout the Furyans, but one baby escaped."
"Who was it mom? Who was the baby?" I asked with a child like tone.
"Riddick of course, was the baby that escaped. Nobody really knows how, or why. Nobody knows a lot about Riddick except Riddick himself."
"Mom, then how do you know so much?"
"Anyway, as Riddick grew up he was like you. Never did what he was told, got in trouble with the cops."
"But why were the necromancers after Riddick again?"
"While running from mercs Riddick met a girl. She followed him everywhere. A few months after meeting this girl Riddick was found by a man he had saved 5 years before, the mans name was Imam a holy man. The necromancers had taken over New Mecca where the holy man lived. He wanted Riddick to stop the Necros, because a Furyan was the only one strong enough to fight the leader of the Necros. But Imam didn't know Riddick was Furyan, he only new that he was the toughest guy for the job. So Imam found Riddick and brought him back to New Mecca. Riddick didn't like that very much so he was going to leave. Imam couldn't convince Riddick to do so. Finally when Riddick got off New Mecca he was put back in a Slam, where his friend Jack was put after killing a few people. So they hooked up. Riddick killed the king of the Necros and saved New Mecca. End of story."
"Mom, whatever happened to that girl Riddick met up with before he fought the Necros?"
"She found a guy she loved with all her heart, her and her lover had a baby then her lover ran off. That's what happened to that girl."
"Who was the girl?"
Mom gave me a look of shame. She stood up said goodnight and walked out of my room shutting the door behind her. I kinda thought that the girl was her but then I thought Nah couldn't be, she never told me the story of Riddick meeting that girl. I stopped thinking and fell asleep. I had a dream of a girl holding a baby then handing it to Riddick, when he took the baby in his arms. It kinda made me nervous, Riddick holding an innocent child; but to my surprise he was so gentle with the little baby boy. The blanket that held the baby had a name embroidered on it but I couldn't make it out so I had to get closer. I didn't' like it when I read the name on the blanket, the name on the blanket was mine. Slice was in blue cursive. In a confession it scared me a little bit. I woke up the next morning sweating. I got up got dressed and walked in my mom room, but she wasn't there. Lying on her bed was a knife a nice on too. It looked like the one she explained in great detail the one Riddick killed all the creatures on the planet with three suns. So I grabbed it and went to find mom. I found her in the dinning room with a piece of paper in front of her she handed it to me. It read:
Full Name: "Richard B. Riddick." No known aliases
AGE: Uncertain. No birth certificate on file.
PRIOR KNOWN ADDRESS/ES: Hubble Bay Penal facility. Ribald S Correctional Institute. Tangiers Penal Colony. Ursa Luna max-sec prison, a.k.a "Slam City."
CRASH INVESTIGATOR'S ("C.I.") NOTES: Unknown if Riddick is still alive, but I'll say it anyway: APPROACH WITH EXTREM CAUTION!
Prison psychological evaluation Portrays the subject as violent psychopath with primitive fight or flight responses.
During one escape, Riddick joined a mercenary outfit that augmented a company of E-TAC fighting in the wailing wars. Of the 500 men in that outfit, Riddick was, supposedly, the only man to leave the planet alive. Rumors (uncorroborated by this investigator.) suggest that Riddick killed most of his own Platoon.
Riddick is skilled with many arms, But weapon of choice is the knife. This guy loves to cut. Riddick known to have surgically altered eyes for enhanced night- vision. This enhancement while an asset in a dark prison environment, may prove a liability in out-world conditions, and thus be his only potential weakness.
Hunter-Gratzner The passenger-freighter Hunter-Gratzner has disappeared from its flight path after only 19 weeks out of port, taking with it 39 passengers and crew and a hold full of valuable cargo. The last mayday signal received from the crashed vessel places it in the vicinity of the Taurus system. Exact coordinates have yet to be established. Faint distress signals are still being transmitted, indicating at least 10 survivors. Alliance shipping is seeking proxy law enforcement agents for a reconnaissance investigation regarding the fate of this vessel and its passengers. The Hunter-Gratzner was carrying several hundred thousand credits worth of insured cargo that may well have been a motive for sabotage or hijacking though there is no evidence of such as of yet. The ship carried a far more dangerous cargo in the person of one Richard B. Riddick, an escaped convict with multiple convictions for theft, desertion and murder. Riddick was on route back to the Slam City prison facility in the custody of a proxy law enforcement officer when the ship lost contact. Officials at Slam City are eager for Riddick's return but warn potential investigators to exercise extreme caution in approaching this man. If among the survivors, Riddick is most certainly armed and dangerous. Individuals interested in pursuing this mission are strongly encouraged to study Riddick's profile and prison escape record via the Black Box interface. That really scared me. I didn't know whether to tell my mom about the dream or to keep it to my self.
"What's in your hand?" Mom pointed to my hand holding the knife.
"I found it on your bed." I handed to her.
"Who does it belong to?"
"It belonged to um...your father."
"But it's the knife you described to me that Riddick used to kill those light allergic things."
"Yes I said that, but it belonged to your father."
"Mom who is my father? I really need to know."
"Slice, you really don't want to know who he was or is. Because your father was or is a bad man."
Little did I know my mom was talking about Riddick.
I grabbed the knife from her shoved it in my pocket, walked out the door and slammed it behind me. I met up with some friends instead of goin to school. One brought some whiskey and we started drinking and having fun when some monkeys (cops) passing by saw us. They tried to arrest us for an MIP but I pulled the knife and slit the throats of both of them. My friends looked at me as if they were scared of me, so they ran from me. They say when you kill someone you feel a little remorse and regret, but I didn't feel anything. I put the knife back in my pocket and ran home. I ran in the door, mom was at the kitchen table reading.
"Why aren't you in school?"
"Mom I've done something really bad." Blood covered my hands and the knife.
"Why do you smell like liquor and why are you covered in blood." She looked at me with much concern.
"I did something really bad. Worse then I have ever done before." I just stood there with the blood of two cops on my hands dripping on the floor, my muscles covered in fear and sweat.
"What, what did you do?" she stood up and walked over to me and stared into my eyes.
"My friends and I were sitting there drinking a bottle of whiskey and two cops came by and tried to arrest us for having it and I just snapped and sliced their throats right open."
"Oh, my god. This is why I didn't want you around your father. Your 16 so if they charge you you'll be tried as an adult. The court could send you to 'Slam City'."
"We gotta get out of here right?"
"No. You know what you have to do so do it. It will be worse if you don't go down there right now and tell them what you did."
"But I don't' want to be sent there. I will go on one condition. You tell me who my father is."
"If he's like he used to be he'll find you. And try to get you out of your little jam."
So I did what my mom told me to do. I went down to monkey central and told the man at the desk what I had done. He arrested me and put me a cell. I had concealed the knife in my boots my mom gave me, the ones that belonged to my dad. I sat in the cell waiting for the guard to leave.
"Do you need to pee, or a drink of water or something? I really don't like to be watched."
"I was told to stand my post unless I was called out."
"I think I hear them calling for all the monkeys for a meeting or some junk like that."
"I don't here anything."
"My hearing is better then yours. So I'd go check it out." The monkey walked away.
I sighed in relief, pulled the knife out of hiding and tried to pick the lock. I couldn't pick it so I sat back down on the bench; I looked up really annoyed and saw the vent opening. I had an idea I unscrewed the screws and threw the plate on the floor, pulled myself up into the vent and scrambled to freedom. Sadly I was met outside with a group of really pissed of monkeys with guns, loaded guns. I was surrounded.
AN: Please review. I want to know your thoughts and ideas. Pleas be honest. Thanks.
Every night since I can remember my mom has told me the stories of Riddick and what he has done. When I got old enough I started training on my own, so that if I ever came up against Riddick I could kill him faster then he could blink. Little did I know that Riddick wasn't just a bedtime story to me.
As a toddler I got what I wanted if my mom gave it to me or not. I was born with a type of telekinesis. I could show you your worst fear, I used this for my benefit only. As I grew up training my body and my mind I could kill you from 20-yards away. I got in a lot of trouble in school and just with the law in it's self, but the last plan I had concocted on my own didn't get to be played out because I had an encounter of parental proportions.
Lying in my bed not tired at all, wondering what kind of day I would have tomorrow what kind of adventure I would have. In five minutes mom would walk in and tell me another story of Richard Riddick. Every night she would come in at the same time with a little knick-knack given to her by my father (whoever that is.) I had many knick-knacks on shelves on the walls of my room. Tonight the story of Riddick was a recent one. Not too recent but it was more recent than most of the stories mom had told me. This one took place just before I was born about two or three months before I was born. Mom started her story like she did every night. Her little "Riddick was wanted by mercs" but she said it with a little smile, like she was there and was remembering it.
"Riddick was wanted by mercs and also by a race of half human half something else called Necromancers, but the necromancers were after Riddick because of he tribe of human he was born of. The necromancers didn't know that they were looking for the most notorious man who ever lived after the deletion of the Furyans. Furyans were a race of human that were stronger, faster, more mobile, and had enhanced night vision. Of course the necromancers were afraid of the Furyans so they decided to wipeout the Furyans, but one baby escaped."
"Who was it mom? Who was the baby?" I asked with a child like tone.
"Riddick of course, was the baby that escaped. Nobody really knows how, or why. Nobody knows a lot about Riddick except Riddick himself."
"Mom, then how do you know so much?"
"Anyway, as Riddick grew up he was like you. Never did what he was told, got in trouble with the cops."
"But why were the necromancers after Riddick again?"
"While running from mercs Riddick met a girl. She followed him everywhere. A few months after meeting this girl Riddick was found by a man he had saved 5 years before, the mans name was Imam a holy man. The necromancers had taken over New Mecca where the holy man lived. He wanted Riddick to stop the Necros, because a Furyan was the only one strong enough to fight the leader of the Necros. But Imam didn't know Riddick was Furyan, he only new that he was the toughest guy for the job. So Imam found Riddick and brought him back to New Mecca. Riddick didn't like that very much so he was going to leave. Imam couldn't convince Riddick to do so. Finally when Riddick got off New Mecca he was put back in a Slam, where his friend Jack was put after killing a few people. So they hooked up. Riddick killed the king of the Necros and saved New Mecca. End of story."
"Mom, whatever happened to that girl Riddick met up with before he fought the Necros?"
"She found a guy she loved with all her heart, her and her lover had a baby then her lover ran off. That's what happened to that girl."
"Who was the girl?"
Mom gave me a look of shame. She stood up said goodnight and walked out of my room shutting the door behind her. I kinda thought that the girl was her but then I thought Nah couldn't be, she never told me the story of Riddick meeting that girl. I stopped thinking and fell asleep. I had a dream of a girl holding a baby then handing it to Riddick, when he took the baby in his arms. It kinda made me nervous, Riddick holding an innocent child; but to my surprise he was so gentle with the little baby boy. The blanket that held the baby had a name embroidered on it but I couldn't make it out so I had to get closer. I didn't' like it when I read the name on the blanket, the name on the blanket was mine. Slice was in blue cursive. In a confession it scared me a little bit. I woke up the next morning sweating. I got up got dressed and walked in my mom room, but she wasn't there. Lying on her bed was a knife a nice on too. It looked like the one she explained in great detail the one Riddick killed all the creatures on the planet with three suns. So I grabbed it and went to find mom. I found her in the dinning room with a piece of paper in front of her she handed it to me. It read:
Full Name: "Richard B. Riddick." No known aliases
AGE: Uncertain. No birth certificate on file.
PRIOR KNOWN ADDRESS/ES: Hubble Bay Penal facility. Ribald S Correctional Institute. Tangiers Penal Colony. Ursa Luna max-sec prison, a.k.a "Slam City."
CRASH INVESTIGATOR'S ("C.I.") NOTES: Unknown if Riddick is still alive, but I'll say it anyway: APPROACH WITH EXTREM CAUTION!
Prison psychological evaluation Portrays the subject as violent psychopath with primitive fight or flight responses.
During one escape, Riddick joined a mercenary outfit that augmented a company of E-TAC fighting in the wailing wars. Of the 500 men in that outfit, Riddick was, supposedly, the only man to leave the planet alive. Rumors (uncorroborated by this investigator.) suggest that Riddick killed most of his own Platoon.
Riddick is skilled with many arms, But weapon of choice is the knife. This guy loves to cut. Riddick known to have surgically altered eyes for enhanced night- vision. This enhancement while an asset in a dark prison environment, may prove a liability in out-world conditions, and thus be his only potential weakness.
Hunter-Gratzner The passenger-freighter Hunter-Gratzner has disappeared from its flight path after only 19 weeks out of port, taking with it 39 passengers and crew and a hold full of valuable cargo. The last mayday signal received from the crashed vessel places it in the vicinity of the Taurus system. Exact coordinates have yet to be established. Faint distress signals are still being transmitted, indicating at least 10 survivors. Alliance shipping is seeking proxy law enforcement agents for a reconnaissance investigation regarding the fate of this vessel and its passengers. The Hunter-Gratzner was carrying several hundred thousand credits worth of insured cargo that may well have been a motive for sabotage or hijacking though there is no evidence of such as of yet. The ship carried a far more dangerous cargo in the person of one Richard B. Riddick, an escaped convict with multiple convictions for theft, desertion and murder. Riddick was on route back to the Slam City prison facility in the custody of a proxy law enforcement officer when the ship lost contact. Officials at Slam City are eager for Riddick's return but warn potential investigators to exercise extreme caution in approaching this man. If among the survivors, Riddick is most certainly armed and dangerous. Individuals interested in pursuing this mission are strongly encouraged to study Riddick's profile and prison escape record via the Black Box interface. That really scared me. I didn't know whether to tell my mom about the dream or to keep it to my self.
"What's in your hand?" Mom pointed to my hand holding the knife.
"I found it on your bed." I handed to her.
"Who does it belong to?"
"It belonged to um...your father."
"But it's the knife you described to me that Riddick used to kill those light allergic things."
"Yes I said that, but it belonged to your father."
"Mom who is my father? I really need to know."
"Slice, you really don't want to know who he was or is. Because your father was or is a bad man."
Little did I know my mom was talking about Riddick.
I grabbed the knife from her shoved it in my pocket, walked out the door and slammed it behind me. I met up with some friends instead of goin to school. One brought some whiskey and we started drinking and having fun when some monkeys (cops) passing by saw us. They tried to arrest us for an MIP but I pulled the knife and slit the throats of both of them. My friends looked at me as if they were scared of me, so they ran from me. They say when you kill someone you feel a little remorse and regret, but I didn't feel anything. I put the knife back in my pocket and ran home. I ran in the door, mom was at the kitchen table reading.
"Why aren't you in school?"
"Mom I've done something really bad." Blood covered my hands and the knife.
"Why do you smell like liquor and why are you covered in blood." She looked at me with much concern.
"I did something really bad. Worse then I have ever done before." I just stood there with the blood of two cops on my hands dripping on the floor, my muscles covered in fear and sweat.
"What, what did you do?" she stood up and walked over to me and stared into my eyes.
"My friends and I were sitting there drinking a bottle of whiskey and two cops came by and tried to arrest us for having it and I just snapped and sliced their throats right open."
"Oh, my god. This is why I didn't want you around your father. Your 16 so if they charge you you'll be tried as an adult. The court could send you to 'Slam City'."
"We gotta get out of here right?"
"No. You know what you have to do so do it. It will be worse if you don't go down there right now and tell them what you did."
"But I don't' want to be sent there. I will go on one condition. You tell me who my father is."
"If he's like he used to be he'll find you. And try to get you out of your little jam."
So I did what my mom told me to do. I went down to monkey central and told the man at the desk what I had done. He arrested me and put me a cell. I had concealed the knife in my boots my mom gave me, the ones that belonged to my dad. I sat in the cell waiting for the guard to leave.
"Do you need to pee, or a drink of water or something? I really don't like to be watched."
"I was told to stand my post unless I was called out."
"I think I hear them calling for all the monkeys for a meeting or some junk like that."
"I don't here anything."
"My hearing is better then yours. So I'd go check it out." The monkey walked away.
I sighed in relief, pulled the knife out of hiding and tried to pick the lock. I couldn't pick it so I sat back down on the bench; I looked up really annoyed and saw the vent opening. I had an idea I unscrewed the screws and threw the plate on the floor, pulled myself up into the vent and scrambled to freedom. Sadly I was met outside with a group of really pissed of monkeys with guns, loaded guns. I was surrounded.
AN: Please review. I want to know your thoughts and ideas. Pleas be honest. Thanks.