September Eyes Chapter 1: Wounds, a pitch black / riddick fanfic

September Eyes Chapter one

Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Pitch Black - though I would like to own Vin Diesel

Wounds - Jack

When I said that it would suit me fine,

If you were out of sight and out of mind

That wasn't me talking,

That was my wounded pride.

(Trisha – "Believe me baby (I lied)" )

What the fuck was I thinking? What load of fucking shit-pile of fuck brought the plan of following Riddick to my retarded, shit of a brain?

I was staying in some dump of a motel somewhere in the outskirts of New Mecca, with nothing but a homemade knife and some money I stole.

I'd done a lot of fucked-up things in my life, such as leaving home to become a pilot, stealing from mercs and stowing away on the Hunter Gratzner. But leaving Imam to follow Riddick, to dust up a guy who is close to non-existing, that'll have to take the prize.

Our parting wasn't too pleasant, though. All shit full of shouting and stuff. Riddick had my whole life planed out; go with Imam, go to school, grow up, live happily ever after – all the shit that made me run away from my parents to begin with.

And how did Riddick get so fucking holy all of a sudden? Not like he'd ever dream of settling down himself! Not like living happily ever after was a concept he'd care to explore…

Somewhere in my head a bubble burst. Of course he'd never settle down. So what was the fucking point in trying to track him down? Even if I'd find him – not likely – he'd just tell me to go back to Imam. Or even worse: my family.

He'd tell me the same tings that made me scream at him at the docking port, when we'd left the merc ship: it's not safe with me; you're going to be a young woman soon; you should be somewhere with people who can love you and take care of you! Shit-load of crap!

I told him blank out that he could go fuck himself. I'd never said anything like that to him, and I think it kinda hurt him. Serves him right. But my painful discourse didn't end there, oh no. I told him that if he cared so little about me, and obviously couldn't stand having me around, I wouldn't care if I'd never see him again, that he could drop dead or get killed by mercs and I wouldn't care. He got a sort of worried frown when I was done, looked like he'd might say something soothing, but I just spun on my heels and made a run for it. I only just made it behind the nearest building before the tears came.

When Imam found me huddled behind some liquor store dumpster, Riddick was long gone. Imam smiled when he found me, said that Riddick and I were more alike than any of us knew. Then he told me about how Riddick's life started out in a liquor store trash bin just like the one I'd found. I might have felt something close to pity at the time, but somehow hate drowned out all other emotions. But the story stuck with me and filled me with doubt, guilt and love, emotions I hadn't felt since my early childhood.

So I left Imam just before our transport to his home planet took off, and I had been following a ghost ever since. Two different planets, hundreds of different cities. He was long gone. That's how I ended up back here in new Mecca.