Chapter 1: The Hole

Twelve years earlier

He rose his hand up to shield his eyes. A growl climbed up in his throat when he heard the guards chuckle. He'd love to snap one of their scrawny necks, cut the air supply. Then they'd see who chuckled. The fuckers. But these guards weren't as stupid as others he had known. The bastards kept light shining in his eyes. He would lift his hands to block out the bright poison and they would immediatly lock his wrists together with chains. He kept his eyes shut to the light that seemed to spread from his eyes all through his head in one massive head-ache. When he did this, his other senses started working over time.

He could smell the sweat on them. He smirked with satisfaction. They had him chained up like an animal and they still reeked of fear. He was vulnerable without his eyes and still they shit in their pants with fright. He could smell it on the guard to his left. Riddick was highly amused. He threw his head back and laughed. The guard, taking the sudden movement as an attack, took a metal rod and slammed it against Riddicks back. The grin fled his face and was replaced with a locked jaw and a twitch of the cheek. He had been hit so many times before he was used to the feel of it. It no longer had as much as an effect on him. The new guard saw this and took a step back. Despite the light, Riddick oped his eyes and the guard swore he saw hell in his eyes.

The metallic silver eyes bore into him. They ripped and tore through his body leaving everything bare. The evil eyes were a window to a whole other world brimming with hate and spite. Not a dash of remorse or guilt was there. The light from the flashlight enhanced the color making it shimmer, beckoning all to come closer. All the guards knew he was the worst of the lot. The worst of the worst. Like many Mercs would say, "A slick, shit killer."

Riddick looked at the young guard, sketching his face in his memory. He was a short, scrawny thing. The red face was covered in acne. He had shit colored eyes which ironically suited him since he smelled of it as well. His lips were chapped and he kept licking them. He had oily, dirty blonde hair. The other guards saw Riddick giving him the once over and laughed in amusement. "He has you marked now Travis."

The young man jerked his head to the one who spoke. The movement reminded Riddick of a frightened mouse. He finally took his eyes off of him and moved on to Jared, the head of security. "Can't afford any better?"

With a scowl, Jared pushed him forward to get him moving up the stairs. "Nah, he's the warden's son. Just got out of school and daddy gave him a job."

Riddick turned his head back toward Travis. "Well aren't you working your way up fast."

His comment dripped with sarcasm. Travis looked down at his feet and satisfied, Riddick turned back around. The guards had put down their flashlights finally but the five kept their guns aimed at him as they transfered him from "the hole" back to his cell.

Riddick had been in "the hole" numerous times. It didn't bother him at all. It was basically a big hole dug deep in the ground. They put a cement slab over it and had concrete stairs created to get down to it. Last, they put in what was very like a trap door at the top of the stairs. When you were put in "the hole", all you received was a bucket of water a week. Nothing else. You were left in the dark with your nightmares. The only noise was the creak of the door as the guards walked over it. The hole no longer smelled of fresh earth but of piss and shit from earlier inhabitants. Many inmates had died down there which Riddick was certain was the intention of putting them there in the first place.

He didn't give a shit while he was down there though. While others' crimes haunted them making them go mad, Riddick just fumed in anger. One day he would escape and when that day came, he would lay plenty throats open. Remorse? Fuck, he didn't know what it meant.

They made their way through the massive corridors filled with cells. The inmates in them called out to each other when they saw Riddick. The beast was out again. There were only lamps every 20 feet or so. It was a deep, dark tomb. Riddick was it's ruler. While many had to feel their way around and go in groups so they wouldn't be stabbed in the back, Riddick moved around quite easily. The dark didn't scare him. Of course, why would it when he could see in it as if it were daytime?

All who were in their cells watched in frightened awe as Riddick walked past, five guards aiming guns at him. The lights splayed shadows on his chiseled face and body, outlining the lines of his muscles. His eyes shimmered as he passed by each lamp, making all flinch. The last thing they ever wanted to see while in the dark were those eyes. You see those in the dark, and it's the last thing you'll ever see.

Finally, they came to Riddicks' cell. He stepped inside and turned around holding his hands out to the guards. Jared unlocked the chain on his wrists and without wasting any time, slammed the door. The bar shadows lay on Riddicks form as he sat on the floor. He watched the guards walk past and cocked his head at Travis as he turned and looked at Riddick. Riddick waved mockingly and Travis turned back around. Once again Riddick closed his eyes against the lamp light. The guards had taken his goggles a few months back when he had strangled one of them with their belt. He had rid the world of one more ass hole and what did they do? They took his goggles.

He listened intently to the guards as they left the corridor. Sounded like they were bringing in another killer. Great, another fucker would be brought to the asshole of the world. Riddick hoped this one wouldn't want to strut "his stuff" like everyone else there. He didn't think he could bare it anymore. All the, "Who's the best killer?" nonsense was starting to piss him off even more than usual. He sighed and put his head up against the rough wall. He just wanted to be left alone.

Well, I hope you enjoyed. I would love some feedback! I'll hopefully update it again tomorrow or Monday. The Academy Awards are tomorrow and I am so excited. If Phantom of the Opera doesn't win something I think I might cry.

Crinkle