Author's Note: I apologize to everyone who has been messaging me about the sequel to Reality: Pitch Black. I've had a whole lot of bad circumstances going on for a long time now. Things are much better and I've been feeling very inspired lately. So I'm terribly sorry that it's taken this long and I do appreciate everyone who has been so encouraging. Please enjoy the newest installment of the Reality series.

This story is going to be a way to bridge the gap between my first story and the next; similar to how Dark Fury bridges the gap between Pitch Black and TCoR. Once again, this story is AU. I do not own Riddick nor do I own any of the characters in the movies. I owe a big thank you to shadowoftheblackdeat for motivating me to continue writing and not letting me give up on these stories. Thanks!


Reality: Dark Fury

Chapter 1

Adel Shau stared in shock at the motionless man. Riddick lay there on the floor of her tiny apartment. What the hell had happened? The sting of tears waiting to be shed pricked at her eyes as the horrific events she had just experienced wove through her mind. Blackness crept from the edges of her vision, threatening to overtake her consciousness. Surprisingly, the steady rise and fall of Riddick's massive chest helped Adel steady herself. His breathing was a sharp contrast to the rapid pace of her heart, though a pretty good indication that he would be alright. Her eyes flew wildly around the room before landing on her DVD case. She narrowed her eyes at an innocuous black DVD on the shelf before crossing the room. Her breathing came faster as she grabbed it, clutching it desperately in her hands.

Pitch Black.

A movie. A movie that she had watched a million times.

Fictional. It was all supposed to be fictional.

But I just LIVED it!

And for some reason, couldn't remember it while I was there?

She could vividly remember the earthy-yet distinctly foreign smell of the alien desert sand and the sharp, coppery scent of more blood than she cared to imagine. Tentatively, she turned to face the large man still sprawled on the floor. He was filthy; covered in pale, drying mud with both dried and fresh blood staining his clothing. Visible wounds and cuts showed through the torn remnants of his shirt.

Richard B. Riddick.

The murder. The convict. The anti-hero of the fictional movies Pitch Black and The Chronicles of Riddick was currently lying half dead in her living room. Her hands shook as she looked at the plastic case depicting the man before her and then back down to his inert form on the floor. She placed the DVD back on top of the shelf, unable to compare the two any longer. She moved to the big man's side, kneeling next to him. He was bleeding all over her floor but breathing steadily.

Nanny would NOT have been happy about blood on her rug…

A bubble of semi-hysterical laughter escaped her lips as she placed a hand lightly on his shoulder, one of the cleanest spots she could find, before shaking him gently. Some part of her consciousness noted that she wasn't much cleaner. A flash of memory tore through her as she visualized herself supporting Riddick in the mud during a lightning storm. She shuddered at the thought not allowing herself to think on it more.

He groaned softly at her touch.

She shoved him again, a bit more forcefully this time and instead of groaning, he rolled to his side, away from her before springing to his feet in a crouching position. His silver eyes flashed in the afternoon light as he registered her face. His body relaxed and he stood.

When had he lost his goggles?

She stood too, eying him warily. She noted his eyes darting around the room, taking in the scene; barely registering a wince at the warm, golden sunshine.

"Riddick." She whispered. She knew her eyes must have reflected the fear and confusion that she was feeling. She watched him, waiting for some reaction. He finished his review of the room before stopping on her face again. She waited, realizing that she was holding her breath.

"Adel." His voice was rough and harsh. "Where are we?"

How do I explain this? I don't even understand it.

"I…" She paused. "Well, we're in my apartment."

"Where..." his voice had dropped an octave and his word was barely more than a growl.

"Maryland…" She fidgeted nervously, wringing her hands as she met his eyes. "On Earth." She watched as he moved to look out the sliding door; a feeling of dread uncoiling in her stomach. Beyond the balcony was a lovely view of a small wooded area which hid a convenient row of shops from view. Cars sped past just beyond the apartment complex on a fairly populated main road. He had already made the connection she feared to say aloud.

"What year?" She almost had to strain to hear his words. Her hands were fully shaking now as she unconsciously took a step back.

Adel could feel herself panicking again as the words she didn't want to say slipped past her lips.

"The year is 2014."


Well, that must be quite the shock to Riddick's usually unflappable demeanor. How do you think he will react? I hope he doesn't take it out on Adel. And how is he going to get back to his world? If you are enjoying this, please leave me a review. I do appreciate them and will always take time to respond to each comment.

Also, I'm trying something new this time around. The first 5 reviewers will recieve a snippet from the next chapter. We'll see how that works and if you all like it, I'll keep it going through the whole story.

Thanks again!