Riddick: Unbound 7

"Dreams"

Author's note: First of all my apologies for the prolonged absence of an update to this story work. Mine is a busy world occupied by lots of things, just as I'm sure everyone's is...but I still hope that readers find this story interesting and come back for new posts. It is such fun for me to create something I have in my brain, submit it to the site here and know that people are reading it. My thanks to you all, Z

Dreams...

So dreams, do Furyans have them, or when they slumber is it that they only recall visions from their past?

During one moment (during the Chronicles of Riddick) whenever he lay helpless (and seemed to call on the gods for assistances), he envisioned a girl, a woman from his home planet. She comes to him, laying her hand upon his chest and gives him the "Gift"...the "Wrath of the Furyans"...

Riddick, (you gotta love Vin Diesel and David Twohy for pushing this character and this world forward... I respect them and am looking forward to what is revealed in Riddick 4)...

Anyhoo, Riddick is a guy who many see as someone that they can count on. A father figure, brother, teacher, he is someone who fills the gap, an individual who has their back (one they can trust)...aside from someone they cannot.

Alliances are made on a whim in such a universe...and that smile you see on a friend's face today...may turn into an expression of hatred and distain at the dawn of tomorrow. Whenever someone truly finds a friend, they are valued...even more so than gold.

Riddick found a friend in Kyra (Jack). She sacrificed herself for him whenever she stabled the Lord Marshal just before he delivered the killing blow to the Furyan. Riddick grieved her...for a long time. Now it has been found that she may have survived, may still be alive. He will do what is necessary to get her back.

************ Ghost Town ***********

He stood in the center of a desolated town, gray and ashen, it looked like a war zone, and maybe it had been some time ago. The damage to the buildings and the debris littering the thoroughfares spoke that it had been no plague which had ravaged this township, it had been war, a battle, and the results seemed always to be the same. The conquering force had left, and what remained was a place in ruin, it was almost like a tomb, with nary a soul left behind as witness.

Men, women, children, babies, it didn't even seem that there were pets around. No barking dogs...or birds up in the sky. He lifted his eyes to the heavens and thought for a moment, "Who could have done this?", but he knew, he already knew who had come here and what had taken place. Fact was the name was circulating through his brain at this very instant...

"Necromongers..."

They came, they took, they conquered and they collected. Collected souls...then converted...and then, after all was said and done, they left the vacant shell, the abandoned structures of a city no longer of interest. No, it wasn't hard to know who had done this.

Riddick stood in the middle of what may once have been a thriving metropolis...His dark goggles (tightly fitting), shielded his eyes from the glare, and the white soot floating around in the atmosphere. The battle, if one could call it that...had been fought and lost, no match for the conquering invaders.

That event had been concluded for some time now. Its heroes lost to the ages, no one left to chronicle the deeds which had been done.

Still, the ash did remain. That fine powder, that substance of chalk-like pumice left when a city has been near incinerated. It was still being blown around by the wind, blown from the windows and ledges of the towering buildings and structures. It made the whole scene look gray, different shades of gray, but gray all the same.

Riddick didn't even bother to turn around. He already knew what lay behind. It would be mirrored by what could be seen in front. In all directions, the place was a wasteland...a ghost town.

"Necromongers...they had done this, it's what they did, what they do, they kill...lay waste to a culture and then moved on," that's what he was thinking.

How did he know (?), well he had been one himself once, no, scratch that, he had never actually been a Necromonger. Even sitting upon the Lord Marshal's throne he had not converted (and they had hated him for it). Hated him to the point where they had taken him out to a lonely planet, on the edge of the galaxy, and attempted to kill him, assassinate...However that mission had failed.

Riddick was no fool; he had not gone along with their plan. He knew when he was being set-up and that inhalation was coming, his sensed it, been alerted to the idea. Of course he could smell death...his personal friend was the Reaper, they played chess together, and o'l "Grim" had a dart board with his picture as the bulls-eye.

No, no one had to tell Riddick that he was a marked man. When someone tries to murder you in your crib, after birth, it sort of tells you that the sanctity of life is not so sacred.

Riddick had cheated the Grim Reaper on several occasions, and he had found a way to get off the planet he had been marooned on. However, others had not been so lucky...

Everywhere Riddick went it seemed that there were corpses left in his wake, well, that wasn't entirely true, OK, it was mostly true...but, could he be blamed for just wanting to live?

There were people still trying to track him. He just wanted to be left alone, of course that would never happen.

Riddick knew...that even with his supposed death, some would not give up searching for him. The bounty hunters, the bale bonds seekers, and the religious zealots, like the Necromongers. They would keep looking, refusing to believe that he had paid the final toll. Coughed up the coin to pay the ferryman on the River Styx...and could he really blame them? He had cheated Death too many times for the people that knew him to give up (Toombs kept a picture of him too, in his back pocket, a little glossy of which he had painted a mustache on).

Richard B. Riddick was a bandit, a man on the run, a criminal, a murderer, however when did killing someone who'd been sent out to kill you make you a murderer?

There are some folk out in the cosmos that people just love to hate. Wanted posters with his likeness were still posted in public places everywhere. It was one of the reasons he had chosen to remain out on the fringes of the universe. People out here cared less about who you were and moreover if you had the coin to pay them.

Still, someone had found him, had tracked him down. A woman...and she claimed to be the mother of someone he had become very attached to (Kyra), and too, she had reintroduced him to the Purifier, well his twin. They had made claim that her daughter was still alive.

Riddick now stood in a city which had been visited by the Necromongers, demolished. The way to find Kyra was by way of following those sadistic bastards.

It may not be easy to track him, and that was good, but it wasn't too difficult to track them, just follow the buzzards.

END PART 7