Disclaimer: I didn't create Riddick or anything. (just if you so happened to think I was the genius who thought up of him) This is a fanfiction! I am a fan...and write stuff that have him in it but alas...I did not create him.
Hey everyone. This is my first Riddick fan fiction so go easy on me please. This was an idea that had been bubbling around in my head for awhile and I have finally been able to write it down. I pretty much have what is going to happen all planned out, so I should be able to update quite a bit. I hope you enjoy it and if you don't, I really like constructive criticism so lay it out on me. Constructive being the key word. I would love for you to let me know what I could do to make my writing better. Of course I don't object to praise everynow and then. :) I'll tell you now though that my spelling is truly horrendous so...you have been warned. Anyhow, without much further ado (spelling?) I give you
SECOND CHANCE
Prologue
The night air was cool and calm. All was silent but for the hypnotic water putting all who listened into a trance. He stared into the water lapping up against the rocks, thinking of a time long ago when he could not spare the time to do so. There was no time for a man who was being hunted. But no longer. Now, instead of thoughts of escape swirling in his head, there were just memories. Memories that gave him a bitter smile. One may run from a cage and death, but regret is like a hound from hell. It never stops hunting.
This particular hound had been after him for a long time.
The water held the stars reflection resembling a bowl filled with crystals. But once again the water would lapp up against the rocks, breaking the still surface. The flawless mirror image would blend into a mesh of color. Then all would be still and the whole cycle would begin again. The peace would be ripped abruptly from sight and replaced with chaos. Then slowly it would die down and all would be calm again. This had happened plenty in his life and all with the people he cared most about. There had been very few who made him care or want to change. There had been very few and now they were all gone.
Caroline had given him trust and before he knew it, she was ripped from his very fingers and killed. Kyra on the other hand had given him a heart he had long lost. Not long after, she had died in his very arms. Caroline had opened the door for him and Kyra had helped him walk through it. But long before he had met the two, there had been metal bars blocking that door. For a long time he had stared at those bars with hate seeping out of every pore of his body. He had been a very different man then.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face. She was always in his thoughts, in shadow. He never forgot her and the cruel hound of regret made sure of it. Before the door in his soul could be opened, he had to get through the cold prison bars. She did it for him.
Caroline gave him trust and Kyra gave him a heart. But long before that, he was given something even more precious.
A second chance.