Disclaimer: The characters from Chronicles of Riddick are not owned by Keltic Rave. She is making no money or profit from this, it is intended for entertainment purposes only. She also doesn't own House Of A Thousand Corpses.

A/N Ok, so this chapter might have some qualities of a Mary Sue... Hey, no one knows what happens after the lights... go... out... (Sorry wrong movie.) No one know what happens after the people are taken for conversion. It could happen. Heh sorry a little pitch black episode back there.

This is rated mature cause it has depressing themes and swears.

The life of Sirrah McCormic

Chapter 2

...Oh, that's what a convert is...

My life was normal, I had a home in the country, a dog, two cats, both parents that loved me, and an annoying brother. The white picket fence family, the one in a thousand minority. Well okay maybe the world wasn't that dysfunctional, but still. It was rare to find a home such as ours. The earth while we didn't quite treat her as we should have, bulldozing the rainforest's, making beautiful creatures extinct, it was our sanctuary, our little piece of paradise.

You can not imagine the terror of watching your whole world implode. Your paradise lost.

Two days after the Necromongers pushed aside our measly defenses, the guns, tanks, and even our last resort, the atom bomb. Every single achievement that the human race has ever accomplished was assimilated into an alien culture. A culture that did not follow our beliefs and customs.

The terror of knowing you will never see another butterfly, a rose, your favorite childhood hiding spot, or a lovers retreat again. All gone with one push of a lever. It was a feeling of such hopelessness, helplessness and true clarity that all that you loved and cherished and hated were gone. All the songs, poems, books, the Oceans and Lakes, the highest mountain to the lowest valley. The redwoods of British Columbia and the stunted cacti in the Sahara, such human ingenuity and integrity of the Pyramids of Egypt, Stonehenge, Hanging Gardens of Babylon, the Great wall of China, the World Wars and times of actual Peace all to be forgotten.

All vanished, and with it the spirit of the human race. My heart screamed with the horror of it all. I could feel and taste the broken hearted tears as our world was blown away. An empty hollow in the place of a broken heart shattered by too much witnessed. The people who had not given up, the pockets of resistance, using tactics like hit and run. The animals that had no value, the stealth of the tiger, the playful dolphin, the king of the northern forests the grizzly bear all gone, their consciousness wiped out, they didn't even know what the sound of their impending doom was, all they knew was it scared them.

I cried as it actually hit me. Oh I know I shed a few tears when we had first found out the earth was going to be hit by the comet, but actually watching as your world is torn from you, that is something I would wish upon no one.

A body can only take so many shocks to the system before it shuts down to try and reboot. I saw darkness dance across my vision. My knees buckled and I crumpled to the floor. I did not hear the doors open or the people who were still conscious but numb ordered through the doors, before they closed again, nor did I see my brother collapse at the same time I did, or the people take us to a different room with some others.

My first conscious thought was my arm was numb. The second was that the ground was too hard even for the tent that I had set up in the quarry. I opened my eyes and saw the metal ceiling.

You know how in the movies you always scoff at the females, or even males that freak out when in a difficult situation. Thinking oh if I was ever in this situation I would run down the stairs outside, or don't go into the basement, or why are you stopping for the freaking cat? I know I have always made fun of the bimbos in the movies that did that. Now I feel like an asshole... and a hypocrite. I took one look at the ceiling and started to freak out. Well you would too, if the decorations mirrored house of a thousand corpses just metal though, not flesh and blood.

So here I am, sitting in the middle of I'm guessing the entrance room for the converts. There are six people still passed out my brother is one of them, two are awake just staring at nothing, one other is crying and I am sitting and shivering. I can't get warm, chilled to the bone I guess from shock. The faces of animals and scenery keep flashing through my mind. Along with the planet exploding before it goes grey. I stand on numb legs and walk to my brother, where I slide down sitting again. The loss of a faith that was never mine doesn't bother me, but the loss of a home, that hurts, it makes my chest contract, my head ache. I haven't said a word since I witnessed my home... and don't know when I will again.

Silence was always my way of dealing with arguments. I was never an act out and lash out person, unlike my brother. Besides I don't think I could talk without screaming, mirroring the sound of my heart.

The double metal doors open with a creak. Guards, then some people walk in. I guess some of the potential converts liked to get a bit rough, for the people with their dead eyes and Frankenstein scars on their necks are battered and bruised. A man walks through after, he is one of the ones who had been at the park when we had been talked to about conversion, about the necromonger way.

The five people who were passed out are now being awakened, after being shaken gently by the ones with dead eyes. One comes near my brother and I glare and snarl silently, before shoving my brother awake. He starts, looks around and pales going a sickly green grey. I swallow and look down, as I feel depression overwhelm me again, home lost...I grab my brothers hand for comfort before looking up again. The man from before starts to speak after he sees he has our attention.

"Congratulations, my name is Sabriel, and you have been pre-selected for your abilities. You ten represent the genes of your race that place you above the common breeders and replacement soldiers." I look around, there is no one I recognize except my brother.

There is an Asian woman and man, they had been staring. A Mexican girl with raven curls and dark tanned skin, the crying one. A blond, blue eyed man who had been asleep, two African Americans, one man, one a woman, brown as nuts, dressed in I guess traditional clothing for their region, both had slept. A goth, with white skin, black hair and dark eyes, she had been also sleeping. And a native American man, with hair in a braid that went to the middle of his back, also sleeping.

Then there was my brother, dark auburn hair, olive skin, round glasses, hazel eyes, the six foot five, two hundred pound athletic computer geek who likes karate. A contradiction in itself.

My mom named Lin Lebrennon is five foot seven, has black hair, and green eyes, she is English to the core but amazingly she has olive skin which she passed down to my brother. My father, Gabriel McCormic standing at six foot two has the honest to god red hair and green eyes of the irish with fair skin. And I got a mixture from both my parents. From my dark plum colored hair, shoulder length, my blue grey eyes that I got from my grandfather, and my moms temperament and height with my fathers skin. My brother and I look nothing alike, except for the glasses.

Ablilities, what ablilities? At school I was always the quiet average student. My brother while a bit more loud was the same. Average to the core. And how the hell were we pre chosen?

The man continued on. "You all collapsed when your planet fell. It shows that you have empathy to a certain degree. Some of you may have other ablilities that we value highly. Telekinesis, telepathy, and empathy, are just a few that we have found among similar races. You will be brought forth before the quasi dead to determine your abilities. The more you fight, the worse the damage will be, remember that."

He then turned and walked toward the Mexican girl, tears were still flowing freely down her face. She bowed her head and when he motioned she followed. We all stood to await our fate.

To be continued.