Next chapter. would've been up sooner but my modem broke...:( *sigh* oh well Im back now...so r/r please! it makes me want to write more hehe :)
'Alarms? Something's wrong. Oh God, what's going on?' she thought as she awoke from cryo-sleep. The Hunter-Gratzner shook violently as it entered the atmosphere of some God forsaken planet. Racheal couldn't get her hands free to release herself from her cryo-chamber. She looked over to where Johns had been, but he was missing from her eyesight. Riddick, however, was still inside his tube.
The turbulence was getting increasingly worse. Finally a huge earthquake-like crash toppled her cryo-chamber over on its side. A blinding sunlight filled the room. They were still moving, gliding along the landscape at high speeds. The crash had broken the glass in Riddick's cryo-tube.
'I'm going to be trapped in here.' was her next thought. She tried her hardest to kick out the glass at her feet, but to no avail.
The ship glided to a halt. Riddick caught her eye. She watched him escape thru the hole of broken glass as though he were made of liquid. He took off the blindfold, took a few steps forward and looked around. He saw Johns' blaster laying on the ground in front of Racheal's over turned chamber. Bending over to get the gun, he saw her encased in the cryo-tube. 'Thank God,' she thought, 'he'll get me out of this thing.'
Riddick looked at her, his expression was impossible to read, then slowly he rose and turned, and walked away. She screamed his name, but since she was enclosed into her cryo-chamber, no one could hear it but her.
She couldn't believe it. He was just leaving her there, trapped like an animal. She shouldn't have been surprised really, he was a mass-murderer, why should he give a damn about her. Unfortunately, she had actually started to believe John's bullshit about how Riddick never took a hostage before her, and the thought of how he hadn't just left when Johns had captured her on the planet. In retrospect, she figured it was all just wishful thinking on her part.
Some time passed, she still laid there. She tried to regulate her breathing so that she wouldn't panic and hyperventilate.
'Its ok.' she told herself. 'Someone besides Riddick and me must have survived the crash. Maybe they are all trapped in their cryo-chambers too. No, not everyone was tied up. As long as I don't panic, I'll be ok.'
After what seemed like hours past, she saw a figure approaching. When that figure bent down she saw that it was Johns. He must've seen the scared look in her eyes, because he just went to work on getting her out of the cryo-chamber. When the fresh air hit her face she let out a huge sigh of relief and breathed deeply, which didn't really help because of the weak atmosphere and the intense heat.
"You alright?" Johns asked her. She noticed the vein on his forehead was standing out, and there were bruises on his neck.
"Yeah," she answered, "but what happened to you?"
"Riddick." he said. "He tried to strangle me. Don't worry, I got him chained up again." he grinned. Just then a woman with blonde hair came up to them.
"Riddick," she said, "he's gone."
Johns cursed and ran out of the ship. That left Racheal alone with the blonde haired woman.
"Hello," Racheal said politely. "I'm Dr. Racheal Grant." She would have offered her a handshake, if she hadn't have been tied up still.
"Carolyn Fry." she said, eyeing Racheal's restraints. Racheal noticed that Carolyn was trying not to look her in the eyes, but then figured she was imagining it.
Johns came back in, looking very pissed off. There was about eight other people outside. They were fixing breathers of oxygen for themselves. She noticed Johns untying her.
"Did you finally realize I'm not a criminal?" she asked him.
"No," he said without an ounce of compassion in his voice. "I'm going to tie you to something so you will stay put." Johns walked over to the others and grabbed a oxygen tube for himself and one for Racheal. Then he led her back inside. A few of the others followed. Johns tied her to a chair.
"What has she done to deserve that?" asked Shazza, a rather attractive brown haired woman.
"She was the one who helped Riddick escape." Johns explained.
"Bullshit." Racheal said defending herself. "I was Riddick's psychotherapist in Slam. When he escaped he took me as a hostage."
"That's her version of the story," Johns concluded. "Company says she is to be brought back in. Besides we can use her as bait for Riddick."
"You think Riddick gives a damn about me?" she asked laughing, "You're mistaken, as his counselor I should know. Riddick cares about one thing…himself."
"You know," Johns got down beside her and whispered to her. "I find it kind of sad that you had to go after a guy who has been in slam for most of his life, when you could've had a real man."
"Like you?" she smirked.
"Yeah," he smiled, rubbing his arm. "Like me."
"Go to hell," she said back loudly enough for every one to hear. "You don't know what went on when Riddick kidnapped me."
"I know the way the two of you look at each other." he said without standing up.
"And how's that? What about the way he looked at me when he left me in that cryo tube? The only look I saw was 'Sorry Charlie, better you than me.'" Johns looked as though he found that very amusing. "So get rid of what ever built up notions you have about me and Riddick and let me out of these."
"I could use her help patching up the ship." Shazza offered.
"We need as much help as we can get out there." said her companion Zeke, in a heavy Australian accent.
"She stays put and that's final." he said standing up. "Here," he fashioned the oxygen breather in her mouth. "I'm going to go look for Riddick, and possibly some water. Don't try anything stupid while I'm gone."
"Scout's honor." She said, wondering what on earth she could possibly do while being tied to a bulkhead on a demolished ship in the middle of a blinding desert.
'Alarms? Something's wrong. Oh God, what's going on?' she thought as she awoke from cryo-sleep. The Hunter-Gratzner shook violently as it entered the atmosphere of some God forsaken planet. Racheal couldn't get her hands free to release herself from her cryo-chamber. She looked over to where Johns had been, but he was missing from her eyesight. Riddick, however, was still inside his tube.
The turbulence was getting increasingly worse. Finally a huge earthquake-like crash toppled her cryo-chamber over on its side. A blinding sunlight filled the room. They were still moving, gliding along the landscape at high speeds. The crash had broken the glass in Riddick's cryo-tube.
'I'm going to be trapped in here.' was her next thought. She tried her hardest to kick out the glass at her feet, but to no avail.
The ship glided to a halt. Riddick caught her eye. She watched him escape thru the hole of broken glass as though he were made of liquid. He took off the blindfold, took a few steps forward and looked around. He saw Johns' blaster laying on the ground in front of Racheal's over turned chamber. Bending over to get the gun, he saw her encased in the cryo-tube. 'Thank God,' she thought, 'he'll get me out of this thing.'
Riddick looked at her, his expression was impossible to read, then slowly he rose and turned, and walked away. She screamed his name, but since she was enclosed into her cryo-chamber, no one could hear it but her.
She couldn't believe it. He was just leaving her there, trapped like an animal. She shouldn't have been surprised really, he was a mass-murderer, why should he give a damn about her. Unfortunately, she had actually started to believe John's bullshit about how Riddick never took a hostage before her, and the thought of how he hadn't just left when Johns had captured her on the planet. In retrospect, she figured it was all just wishful thinking on her part.
Some time passed, she still laid there. She tried to regulate her breathing so that she wouldn't panic and hyperventilate.
'Its ok.' she told herself. 'Someone besides Riddick and me must have survived the crash. Maybe they are all trapped in their cryo-chambers too. No, not everyone was tied up. As long as I don't panic, I'll be ok.'
After what seemed like hours past, she saw a figure approaching. When that figure bent down she saw that it was Johns. He must've seen the scared look in her eyes, because he just went to work on getting her out of the cryo-chamber. When the fresh air hit her face she let out a huge sigh of relief and breathed deeply, which didn't really help because of the weak atmosphere and the intense heat.
"You alright?" Johns asked her. She noticed the vein on his forehead was standing out, and there were bruises on his neck.
"Yeah," she answered, "but what happened to you?"
"Riddick." he said. "He tried to strangle me. Don't worry, I got him chained up again." he grinned. Just then a woman with blonde hair came up to them.
"Riddick," she said, "he's gone."
Johns cursed and ran out of the ship. That left Racheal alone with the blonde haired woman.
"Hello," Racheal said politely. "I'm Dr. Racheal Grant." She would have offered her a handshake, if she hadn't have been tied up still.
"Carolyn Fry." she said, eyeing Racheal's restraints. Racheal noticed that Carolyn was trying not to look her in the eyes, but then figured she was imagining it.
Johns came back in, looking very pissed off. There was about eight other people outside. They were fixing breathers of oxygen for themselves. She noticed Johns untying her.
"Did you finally realize I'm not a criminal?" she asked him.
"No," he said without an ounce of compassion in his voice. "I'm going to tie you to something so you will stay put." Johns walked over to the others and grabbed a oxygen tube for himself and one for Racheal. Then he led her back inside. A few of the others followed. Johns tied her to a chair.
"What has she done to deserve that?" asked Shazza, a rather attractive brown haired woman.
"She was the one who helped Riddick escape." Johns explained.
"Bullshit." Racheal said defending herself. "I was Riddick's psychotherapist in Slam. When he escaped he took me as a hostage."
"That's her version of the story," Johns concluded. "Company says she is to be brought back in. Besides we can use her as bait for Riddick."
"You think Riddick gives a damn about me?" she asked laughing, "You're mistaken, as his counselor I should know. Riddick cares about one thing…himself."
"You know," Johns got down beside her and whispered to her. "I find it kind of sad that you had to go after a guy who has been in slam for most of his life, when you could've had a real man."
"Like you?" she smirked.
"Yeah," he smiled, rubbing his arm. "Like me."
"Go to hell," she said back loudly enough for every one to hear. "You don't know what went on when Riddick kidnapped me."
"I know the way the two of you look at each other." he said without standing up.
"And how's that? What about the way he looked at me when he left me in that cryo tube? The only look I saw was 'Sorry Charlie, better you than me.'" Johns looked as though he found that very amusing. "So get rid of what ever built up notions you have about me and Riddick and let me out of these."
"I could use her help patching up the ship." Shazza offered.
"We need as much help as we can get out there." said her companion Zeke, in a heavy Australian accent.
"She stays put and that's final." he said standing up. "Here," he fashioned the oxygen breather in her mouth. "I'm going to go look for Riddick, and possibly some water. Don't try anything stupid while I'm gone."
"Scout's honor." She said, wondering what on earth she could possibly do while being tied to a bulkhead on a demolished ship in the middle of a blinding desert.