I was cuffed and led back to a different cell with no vent. I had the taste
of blood so I would want more. I was tried for an MIP, Resisting arrest,
escape, and for the murder of two cops. I was sent to the worst place of
all "Slam City." My mother said that my father was sent to Slam. So maybe I
could find some guys there that new him. After the trial I was cuffed
shackled and gagged and put on a shuttle to Slam put in cryo sleep. But I
wasn't asleep I thought of what mom told me about Riddick and cryo sleep.
Mom once told me that Riddick never slept in cryo sleep because all your
brain shuts down except the primal side, the animal side so no wonder he
never slept in cryo sleep. I thought. Maybe that's why I'm still awake.
All I am now is a 16-year-old cold hearted-killer. Like Riddick, but I
don't want to be like Riddick I want to be like my dad, but I guess I
screwed that up royally when I killed those cops.
The first few days in Slam I pretty much stayed to myself. But after four days I decided to ask a guy that had been there awhile if he new Bo Raven. No cigar, nobody new him or even heard of him.I wonder if he was called something else.I thought. A guy walked up to me that looked ragged and like a homeless guy you'd see on the street.
"Kid, What you in for?" the guy asked with his hands on his sides.
"I'm in for an MIP, Resisting arrest, and escape." I said folding my arms in front of my chest.
"You don't get sent in here for those kinds of things."
"I know you didn't let me finish. I also killed two cops. I might be 16 but I'm dangerous."
"How did you do that?"
"I slit their throats." I whipped out the knife.
"I've seen that knife before. Jay!" The guy yells for a guy up on level three.
"What the fuck do you want Jo?" The man asked annoyed.
"Come here for a second, there's something I need you to see."
"I'll be right down." Jay started down the stairs to the level we were on.
"Jay, what does this look like to you?" Jo points to the knife in my hand.
"What the fuck. Isn't that Riddick's knife?" Jay grabs the knife from me. "Kid where did you get this?"
"I killed Riddick and took it from him." I said acting cocky.
"Nobody can kill Riddick, really how'd you get it." He said looking at it very curiously.
"My mom gave it to me. She said it belongs to my father."
"That's a thought. Riddick a daddy?" Jay just laughs.
Suddenly a thundering voice came from above.
"Give the boy the knife." A man in all black jumps from the rafters.
"R...R. Hi." Jay stutters and handed me the knife and ran the opposite direction with Jo at his side.
"And who the fuck are you?" I asked folding my arms with the knife still in hand.
"My names Richard B. Riddick." He puts out his hand to shake mine.
"I'm Slice Raven." I shook his hand.
"You're what 14-15."
"I'm 16." I said sure of my self. "You've been a bedtime story to me ever since I was a child. I have trained my body and mind from the moment I could walk, that so if I ever met you I could kill you. But I guess I wouldn't be any better then you if I did that now would I." I said looking to the ground.
"What you in for Slice?"
"An MIP, Resisting arrest, escape, and two counts of murder." I looked back to his face. "There was a girl you had a fling with. Before you met Jack at a slam before the Necros found you. Who was it?" I asked placing the knife in my boot.
"Her name was Tag. And that's my knife."
"Did you say 'Tag'? That's my mother's name. When was the last time you saw her?"
"About 16 years and two months to be exact. Why?" Riddick said taking a seat on a rock close by.
"No. No way. You can't be." I said backing away.
"I can't be what? Your father." Riddick stood up.
"No. This can't be happening. The thing I hate most is my dad. That makes no sense. If you're my dad why didn't you ever want to know anything about me?"
"I didn't even know about you. I was never told."
"That's what she ment. Before I did my dirty deed she told me she was glad you left because she didn't want you to influence me. But what do we do now?" I looked deep into his eyes.
"We get the fuck outta here." Riddick starts climbing a rope hanging from the ceiling."
"How do you suppose we do that? I don't want to kill again. Not even for my own life."
"Just follow me. And if you won't fight for yourself then you will die."
So I followed Riddick up the rope and onto the rafters, we walked to a door with a number pad. Riddick was just gonna smash the thing.
"Before you get all irrational I think I can get it open. Lets see" I looked through the door and saw the men on the other side, I looked through their thoughts and found the code. "Ok it's 7-3-3-5. Weird, that spells R-D- D-K which it probably means Riddick. Without the i's and the c." I said as Riddick punched in the code. The door slide open, the men on the other side started shooting as the door opened. "Holy shit, I guess I'm gonna have to do some more killing" I pulled out my knife and started slitting throat's; blood covered my whole body by the time Riddick and I were the only ones standing. He was totally clean.
"How the hell do you do that?" I looked at him in question.
"Do what?"
"Stay clean." I said grabbing my shirt. An alarm went off, and Riddick pulled of his goggle and ran in a tunnel that was bloody dark. I followed him until we entered the docking bay. Riddick started to climb into a skiff.
"Why did you leave my mother? She said you loved her but didn't want to be tied down, because you're a man that doesn't like to be depended on." I yelled at him wanting to cry. But I new that Riddick thought tears were a sign of weakness. Riddick jumped down in front of me and looked at me deep with his shinning eyes.
"We don't have time to get mushy right now we have to get out of here."
"Fine then I want some answers. And I get to drive." I said running and jumping in the skiff. Riddick followed. We launched and we were outta there. Sitting in space just looking at the black of night and the stars and planets.
"Now will you answer my question? I really want to know why you did what you did to my mother."
"I didn't leave your mother. She left me." Riddick looked at me with a solemn face.
"What the fuck do you mean, she left you? She loved you."
"When she left I wanted to know why. But I couldn't find her, until I heard about a 14-year-old killing two cops and being sent to "Slam City." I guess she left because she didn't want you to follow my footsteps. I didn't even know she was pregnant."
"I had a dream about you. My mom was holding a baby and you were standing there just looking at her. She handed the baby boy to you, at first you hesitated, but then you took him. There was a name on the blanket the baby was wrapped in. I had to get closer to read the name. My name was embroidered on that blanket in your arms." I said looking strait forward at the stars ahead.
"I had that same dream." Riddick said looking at me as if I were not human.
"Maybe my telekinesis does work on a cold hearted killer, Riddick. Mom said that Riddick died somewhere on the hell planet. That you weren't the same because Fry died for you. No one had ever died for you or even tried. I will die for you. I've wanted to know you since the day I heard the first story my mother ever told me." My voice started to break. I have a deep voice like Riddick.
"Telekinesis?" Riddick pushed the button labeled: Auto Pilot.
"I haven't been able to use it sense I had that dream, or I wouldn't have been in that slam. Why did you come?"
"I came to meet the boy I never new."
"What happened to the cold hearted killer that killed a platoon of 100 men?"
"I told you he died somewhere on that planet."
"What were you doin in slam?"
"I allowed my self to be caught and taken here to see you. Just to see what kind of boy you grew into."
"I'm not a boy. I'm a man. Killing had changed those roles." I said looking at the knife I had used to take the lives from the two cops. Suddenly the skiff stopped.
"Were being pulled in a merc ship." Riddick said shutting off auto pilot.
"What do we do now, smart one?" The door opened and a platoon of men stood at the door with guns pointed at us.
AN: Please R&R. just for an update I will be gone for little under a week and will not be able to post. Sorry.
The first few days in Slam I pretty much stayed to myself. But after four days I decided to ask a guy that had been there awhile if he new Bo Raven. No cigar, nobody new him or even heard of him.I wonder if he was called something else.I thought. A guy walked up to me that looked ragged and like a homeless guy you'd see on the street.
"Kid, What you in for?" the guy asked with his hands on his sides.
"I'm in for an MIP, Resisting arrest, and escape." I said folding my arms in front of my chest.
"You don't get sent in here for those kinds of things."
"I know you didn't let me finish. I also killed two cops. I might be 16 but I'm dangerous."
"How did you do that?"
"I slit their throats." I whipped out the knife.
"I've seen that knife before. Jay!" The guy yells for a guy up on level three.
"What the fuck do you want Jo?" The man asked annoyed.
"Come here for a second, there's something I need you to see."
"I'll be right down." Jay started down the stairs to the level we were on.
"Jay, what does this look like to you?" Jo points to the knife in my hand.
"What the fuck. Isn't that Riddick's knife?" Jay grabs the knife from me. "Kid where did you get this?"
"I killed Riddick and took it from him." I said acting cocky.
"Nobody can kill Riddick, really how'd you get it." He said looking at it very curiously.
"My mom gave it to me. She said it belongs to my father."
"That's a thought. Riddick a daddy?" Jay just laughs.
Suddenly a thundering voice came from above.
"Give the boy the knife." A man in all black jumps from the rafters.
"R...R. Hi." Jay stutters and handed me the knife and ran the opposite direction with Jo at his side.
"And who the fuck are you?" I asked folding my arms with the knife still in hand.
"My names Richard B. Riddick." He puts out his hand to shake mine.
"I'm Slice Raven." I shook his hand.
"You're what 14-15."
"I'm 16." I said sure of my self. "You've been a bedtime story to me ever since I was a child. I have trained my body and mind from the moment I could walk, that so if I ever met you I could kill you. But I guess I wouldn't be any better then you if I did that now would I." I said looking to the ground.
"What you in for Slice?"
"An MIP, Resisting arrest, escape, and two counts of murder." I looked back to his face. "There was a girl you had a fling with. Before you met Jack at a slam before the Necros found you. Who was it?" I asked placing the knife in my boot.
"Her name was Tag. And that's my knife."
"Did you say 'Tag'? That's my mother's name. When was the last time you saw her?"
"About 16 years and two months to be exact. Why?" Riddick said taking a seat on a rock close by.
"No. No way. You can't be." I said backing away.
"I can't be what? Your father." Riddick stood up.
"No. This can't be happening. The thing I hate most is my dad. That makes no sense. If you're my dad why didn't you ever want to know anything about me?"
"I didn't even know about you. I was never told."
"That's what she ment. Before I did my dirty deed she told me she was glad you left because she didn't want you to influence me. But what do we do now?" I looked deep into his eyes.
"We get the fuck outta here." Riddick starts climbing a rope hanging from the ceiling."
"How do you suppose we do that? I don't want to kill again. Not even for my own life."
"Just follow me. And if you won't fight for yourself then you will die."
So I followed Riddick up the rope and onto the rafters, we walked to a door with a number pad. Riddick was just gonna smash the thing.
"Before you get all irrational I think I can get it open. Lets see" I looked through the door and saw the men on the other side, I looked through their thoughts and found the code. "Ok it's 7-3-3-5. Weird, that spells R-D- D-K which it probably means Riddick. Without the i's and the c." I said as Riddick punched in the code. The door slide open, the men on the other side started shooting as the door opened. "Holy shit, I guess I'm gonna have to do some more killing" I pulled out my knife and started slitting throat's; blood covered my whole body by the time Riddick and I were the only ones standing. He was totally clean.
"How the hell do you do that?" I looked at him in question.
"Do what?"
"Stay clean." I said grabbing my shirt. An alarm went off, and Riddick pulled of his goggle and ran in a tunnel that was bloody dark. I followed him until we entered the docking bay. Riddick started to climb into a skiff.
"Why did you leave my mother? She said you loved her but didn't want to be tied down, because you're a man that doesn't like to be depended on." I yelled at him wanting to cry. But I new that Riddick thought tears were a sign of weakness. Riddick jumped down in front of me and looked at me deep with his shinning eyes.
"We don't have time to get mushy right now we have to get out of here."
"Fine then I want some answers. And I get to drive." I said running and jumping in the skiff. Riddick followed. We launched and we were outta there. Sitting in space just looking at the black of night and the stars and planets.
"Now will you answer my question? I really want to know why you did what you did to my mother."
"I didn't leave your mother. She left me." Riddick looked at me with a solemn face.
"What the fuck do you mean, she left you? She loved you."
"When she left I wanted to know why. But I couldn't find her, until I heard about a 14-year-old killing two cops and being sent to "Slam City." I guess she left because she didn't want you to follow my footsteps. I didn't even know she was pregnant."
"I had a dream about you. My mom was holding a baby and you were standing there just looking at her. She handed the baby boy to you, at first you hesitated, but then you took him. There was a name on the blanket the baby was wrapped in. I had to get closer to read the name. My name was embroidered on that blanket in your arms." I said looking strait forward at the stars ahead.
"I had that same dream." Riddick said looking at me as if I were not human.
"Maybe my telekinesis does work on a cold hearted killer, Riddick. Mom said that Riddick died somewhere on the hell planet. That you weren't the same because Fry died for you. No one had ever died for you or even tried. I will die for you. I've wanted to know you since the day I heard the first story my mother ever told me." My voice started to break. I have a deep voice like Riddick.
"Telekinesis?" Riddick pushed the button labeled: Auto Pilot.
"I haven't been able to use it sense I had that dream, or I wouldn't have been in that slam. Why did you come?"
"I came to meet the boy I never new."
"What happened to the cold hearted killer that killed a platoon of 100 men?"
"I told you he died somewhere on that planet."
"What were you doin in slam?"
"I allowed my self to be caught and taken here to see you. Just to see what kind of boy you grew into."
"I'm not a boy. I'm a man. Killing had changed those roles." I said looking at the knife I had used to take the lives from the two cops. Suddenly the skiff stopped.
"Were being pulled in a merc ship." Riddick said shutting off auto pilot.
"What do we do now, smart one?" The door opened and a platoon of men stood at the door with guns pointed at us.
AN: Please R&R. just for an update I will be gone for little under a week and will not be able to post. Sorry.