Thanks for all the reviews. Here we go again….
Next chapter will be long.
As I walked back up to my cell I thought about what the hell just happened. It wasn't the kill that bothered me,
she had it coming. Survival is top most on my list, even if I'm just saving my own shitty existence. It was Riddick
that bothered me so much. Everything I heard about him was true. Usually people carry a kind of legend that
they can never compare to. He was everything people whispered about him in dark corners. It made me a little
uneasy. I realized I wasn't like him. Had I killed a few people well sure but I cared. I cared about my father, my
family I'd never see again. Did it make me sick the first time I drove a shiv into someone? I think I puked for 5
minutes. Riddick probably laughed; glad he found something he was good at. I was a killer at heart, I knew that.
Knew that I was way too far into the dark side to be anything society deemed worthy, but Riddick, now he was
a different breed of animal. I think what bothered me is I had just found someone that was a bigger bastard than
me. On the other hand Riddick was confusing. Maybe he did things to confuse people. He didn't give a shit
about that girl I just killed. Was screwing her and didn't even lift a finger to stop me. Spitted off some one liner
with no remorse. That fits Riddick. On the other hand he saved my life. He killed the fucker who stabbed me,
and bandaged me up. Hell he even stayed with me. Slept with me to make sure I was okay. That was what
confused me, that didn't fit Riddick not the animal side. The only way to figure it out is to keep playing the game.
Now once that idea popped into my mind it made me smile. Maybe if I was lucky I'd be able to get rid of some
of my sexual frustration.