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.

A/N cringes and slowly ducks into the room Ok I know everyone has been waiting for this and well ... i donno I just didn't feel the need to write for a while, I wasn't on my computer, I was actually reading books and watching actual TV not reading fanfiction, but you know what I bought the movie COR so now I can pause and rewind and stuff and figure out some more plot for this story. Do I know when it is going to end Ha! I say I have yet to actually finish a story that I started except if it was for a class or a short story then its easy. I am writing as the wind blows no plan as to where this is going.

The life of Sirrah McCormic

Chapter Six

...What the hell?...

As the stone like pillars with the quasi dead are raised the door leading to the chamber opens. People enter, but I don't see, I am still trying to get my bearings as the bone searing cold still causes my skin to prickle.

Hands grab both my arms as I am hauled up to stand on my still unsteady feet. Then I am let go just as suddenly, my head is empty as a tightness aches in my chest. My breath hitches as I struggle to contain the sobs in my throat. I know not what I long to cry for but I know that I must let the sadness out for it feels like my heart will shatter.

Someone is standing in front of me. Studying my reaction to the quasi dead? I know him, he was the one who made a speech in the ...park? A flash of green goes through my mind and its gone back to where it came from. The man ...Sabriel? He is still staring. Don't you know staring is rude?

I start, that is no way to treat the converter! Even if it is in my head. Heh yea right... what are you going to do about it?

Sabriel tilts his head slightly at my small movement. "Awake? Good, not going to have a screaming fit? Alright time to go rest for the night. You will be fine." He guestures to a male who comes closer and slightly bows. 'This is Jason he will show you to your quarters." With that he nods at Jason and walks out the doors.

Waitaminute!!! Mitch took four times as long The voice is cut off as I am led away through the doors. Jason, six foot five, three hundred pounds of muscle is walking at a quick pace and I am forced to almost jog to keep up. Down a few hallways but after the second turn I am forced to admit that I a completely turned around. I don't know where I am going and probably won't be able to for a while.

The same design runs through the halls that I go through and I think that its most of the ships design as well. Grey metal and pale lighting no colors or chairs to break up the severity of the colors. Doors with archways, smaller doorways and entrances line the halls. There are a few signs but none of them are in english or any dialect that I am even familar with. Or have seen in passing.

We come upon two guards in full body armor the same color schemes as the walls standing beside a door, steel and carved out of the same artistic talent that made the quasi chamber. Slightly nervous I swallow and look at Jason he just points to the door and crosses his arms or tries to, the corded muscles bunch and he has to stop just short. I slowly walk toward the door, the guards turn and wait. I get to the door and blink then look down at the arms holding both my arms again.

Oh yea I'm liking this already, armed escort to your quarters I don't think so. The two guards bring me closer to the door. Jason moves from behind me and pulls a lever that is slightly to the side, artistically hidden in the designwork of the wall. I blink in puzzlement. I open my mouth to point out that there must have been some mistake, this isn't my room, but I am shoved inside the plastic sarcophagus and the door shuts behind me.

It lights up, different colored lights, a strange humming and then there is some sort of mask that encloses on my face. Feeling slightly alarmed here I struggle abit, trying to get out of the plastic coffin. As if sensing my discomfort, a slightly higher whirr and I feel a prick in my neck and a relaxing feeling takes effect. Son of a bitch they drugged our body! I can't even move as a tube slides out of the mask and down my throat and the rest covers my nose and eyes air tight.. I can feel it pumping oxygen into my lungs.. Full body casing closes around me and it seals with a hiss and then I feel warm liquid start to fill up the spaces where my body doesn't mold to the plastic.

Ok not so bad, no horrible disfigurment or pain beond bearing happening I can deal with this, this might be a way to take my pulse or measurements for clothing or it might be a standard medical exam. I can deal it doesn't hurt. Hey! Miss smartypants where did you think those scars on Mitches neck were from him falling onto a giant fork? Maybe he attacked himself with a hot poker? Twice? Hmmm. Oh I hadn't thought of that... Why lie though? I would have come peacefully if they had told the truth. This is probably for my own good.

Oh yea I can see this working out nicely. Listen up girly, those scars on Mitches neck didn't come from cotton, those are puncture wounds and seeing as this coffin had things on approxamatly the same area of your neck yea this is probably going to hurt you ...alot. I am so glad that I can't feel anything in this body of ours. Have fun with this. Oh shit I don't want to, no must not resist it will hurt more. Oh hell...