"There's gonna be a lot of questions, whoever we run into. Could even be a merc ship. So what the hell do we tell 'em about you?" Jack asked.
"Tell 'em Riddick's dead,"I said. "He died somewhere on that planet."
When Carolyn gave her life for mine, it was like something was ripped out of me as violently as she was ripped from my arms. But what was that something? Was it the part of me that made me a natural predator or was it the part that made me a man, made me human, made me care?
It wall all too much take in, and I was too tired and too beat up to think about it. All I wanted to do was go to sleep.
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"Hey, Riddick? Riddick! Riddick!!! Wake up, man". The voice was vaguely familiar, but it seemed out of place.
As I started to rouse, I realized I wasn't sitting in the cock-pit of the skiff and it wasn't Jack's voice I heard. I was lying on the stone cold floor of a damp, dark, dingy cell, and it was my cellmate waking me up from a bad dream.
The End.