I don't own Riddick. I just think he's the biggest bad-ass ever and wish to continue his epic tale.
Chapter 4: Reunion is a bitch
Feralium 2
Serrick surveyed to carnage around him, six bodies- four around him and two more in a canyon across the way. "The wounds and method of attack suggest Riddick's hunting method, boss." Said a small, scruffy-looking man who stood next to him "There are tracks leading in both directions, Riddick went one way to kill the other two and a lucky survivor ran off the other way. It's got to be our man."
Serrick looked around, seeing his group of mercenaries looting the dead bodies for weapons and anything else of worth. "Don't be to sure Odysseus; I want to be sure that we don't end up wasting time chasing after someone other then Riddick. Nothing else matters, only Riddick." Odysseus looked up at his taller compatriot, a sad look on his bearded face. "Of course Serrick, nothing should get in the way of your bloody vengeance." The look that Serrick gave him was more then enough to send the small man cowering back. "You more then anyone know my motives. This is to gain our vengeance, to reclaim what we were robbed of. Undermine that again and I'll kill you my friend." Before the timid Furion could utter a response, one of the mercs came running down the right path, half-dragging another man with him. "Sir, I found this guy about 25 kilometers away, he was screaming his ass off about Demons and eyes!" Serrick looked down at the pathetic figure in front of him. "Y-yo-y-you c-c-can't make m-m-me look in-t-to that monsters eyes." The man mumbled, he looked like he had been to hell and back, and defiantly had been running around for most of the night. Odysseus bent down and held the man's head in front of his own. "Can you tell me who did this to you? Was it a man called Riddick?" The poor man's eyes avoided Odysseus's, and instead locked into those of Serrick. After a moment of silence, he totally lost it. "NOOOO! YOU'RE ANOTHER ONE! ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE SILVER-EYED DEMONS! YOU CAN'T GET ME TO LOOK INTO YOUR EYES!" The insane man stumbled off from the group and stood up. Still screaming, he lifted his hands up towards his face and ripped his eyes out of there sockets. Blood poured from his face, the unearthly howls drawing the attention of the rest of the squad. Serrick pulled his laspistol (1) out of its holster and shot the fool without so much as a blink. "Stupid. Fucking. Idiot." Serrick turned to Odysseus "Get the men ready, he admitted it was Riddick let's find him before the ion trail from his ship gets washed away."
Odysseus looked at the dead man "Yeah, sure thing boss."
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Ivan 'the Monster' Hart sat down the plush cushions that served as his 'throne'. A pureblood earthling, Ivan was king of the black market, and the king of treachery. "Mmmm Illyana my dear, you must let me take you from the black rock you call a planet, I know you'd be so much happier with me!" He said to member of his harem. Ivan's foreplay was interrupted when the doors to his base/palace were pushed upon by tall, bald man, a man with black goggles. "Riddick! Richard B. Riddick! What a joy it is to see your cold face again!" yelled Ivan with a laugh. The fat man leaped off of his chair and walked towards Riddick, arms outstretched "Last time I saw you, you had Diridium manacle around your neck." He said with a smirk. "Only because you ditched me at the drop zone, and gave me a faulty rifle, and sold me out to Johns." said Riddick, his voice betraying no anger. "Err, yes well. That is why that call me the king of treachery, besides we both see that mercenary prick couldn't keep you for long!" he bear-hugged Riddick, who remained limp. He had forgotten just how remarkable Ivan was, Riddick could have gutted the huge Russian, but both he and Ivan knew that wouldn't happen. "I would like you to meet my nephew, Sparda Toyovonivich; he has the wits of his uncle, and the strength of one who hasn't allowed his waist to grow." Riddick's eyes followed Ivan's finger to the young man leaning against the side of a window. "So you're the famous Riddick my uncle prattles on about. Heh, you're smaller then I thought you'd be." Riddick looked back to Ivan; the older Russian had a scowl on his face, as if Riddick was some fancy guest for dinner. Riddick had also forgotten just how much Ivan considered him to be a friend, the two had held dealings numerous times, each with Riddick left stranded, betrayed or left for dead. Yet, he harbored no feelings of rage towards Ivan, in a way he was Riddick's best friend, certainly his only living one. "Please, excuse my nephew. He has the absurd notion that the tales of our exploits are exaggerations!" When Ivan thought Riddick was looking the other way, he gave Sparda a very rude gesture with his fist. "Now then my friend, to what do I owe this visit? You haven't come to finally stick a shiv in my belly have you? Hehehee⦠That's not why you're here is it?" Riddick couldn't help crack a smile. "I've been gone for a while Ivan." Riddick said as he moved over to the plush cushions and sat down. "What have I missed?"
Sparda walked up the flight of stairs that led to his plush bedroom, his head filled with thoughts of his uncle's infamous guest. Why did the name Riddick sound so familiar? He had heard his uncles stories over dinner, by the older mans account, Riddick was the strongest, most powerful man this side of the Horsehead Nebula, in both spirit and in body. Sparda sat down onto his bed, contemplating who he had heard the name from. He was so lost in thought the he almost didn't notice when a man garbed in black burst from under the mattress. "What the Hell?" The man was thin and spider-like, cloaked head to toe in a black cape. On both of his hands were bladed gloves, a deadly, curved knife extending from each finger. His face was half covered by the cloak. "Revenge!" The man croaked his voice raspy, as if something had burned it. With one of his hands, he cut the shroud that was covering his face, revealing the hidden half to have burned nearly burned off. Only a thin layer of charred skin covered his skull, and his eye was missing. "Oh crap, its you." Muttered Sparda "Look Etoh, The Celopian Guard was quicker then we thought, I had to leave you behind, nothing personal." Etoh's eye widened. "You took off on the ship laughing at me you miserable bastard! The thugs were 3 miles away! It's your fault that my face was burned and your fault I lost my hands!" He shook his sleeves back to reveal metal bolts connecting his gloved hands to his arms. "Don't worry Sparda, I'm gonna repay you tenfold!" He rushed towards Sparda "I'm gonna carve my name into your face you dirty fuck!"
Sparda didn't move, he simply stood there staring at his former partner. Then at the last second, he ducked with a speed that rivaled Riddick's and planted his fist into the stomach of Etoh. There was a clang and Sparda retracted his fist, it hurt like hell. Etoh half-ran, half-jumped over the earthling. "You thought it would be that easy? Ha! Twenty Menthol Cools couldn't get my eyes shined, but they could get me all kinds of nifty enhancements." He used one of the blades to lift up his shirt, revealing not armor plating, but an actual steel plate grafted into his skin. "And yet, with all that money, I see you still couldn't buy yourself some actual skill, or a decent face for that matter." quipped Sparda. With a primal scream, the psychotic Etoh rushed to attack. Sparda side-stepped the obvious move and ran over to the window. "What's the matter? 20 menthols couldn't buy you a nice male prostitute?" Etoh again lunged, 'Now I've got him, hope you like shooting through a plate-glass window!' thought Sparda. Etoh stopped short however, and lifted his left hand; the blades literally shot forward, each one connected to the hand by a chain. Sparda leaned back, propping himself up with his hand, it was too slow however, and Sparda received three slashes across the torso for his efforts. Etoh pushed a button on his wrist which retracted the chains back into his arm "I'm better then you give me credit for, you stupid earth-born scum. Better then you certainly!" Sparda burst to his feet and reached for a silver tray, which he threw at Etoh. As the tray flew into Etoh's face, Sparda also removed a hidden knife from its sheath on his leg, and threw it into the deranged man's face. "That's actual French silver" Sparda said as he lifted Etoh's body and tossed it out of the window "keep it."
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Sparda turned to see Riddick, leaning against the doorframe and clapping. "Oh Crap."
