The Song Of Sorrow: Riddick's Realm Part 1
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The Song Of Sorrow: Riddick's Realm Part 1
Author: Toughbaby - toughbabyt@yahoo.com
Title: The Song of Sorrow: Part one - Riddick's Realm
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Pitch Black I am simply borrowing. I do own the characters you do not know. So please dont sue. :)
Summary: *Good* Riddick reflects on the time of the HG crash and his life afterward.
Archive: Yes, but please ask first.
Feedback: WELL YES! LOVE IT!
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The Song of Sorrow....Part 1: Riddick's Realm: Good...
Chapter 1
I should have known. It should have been so blatantly clear to me, that she shouldn't have been a part of my life. She was just a girl. A mere teenager, at the age of fourteen....was pretending to be me. Walking around that hell of a planet; goggles donning her head in the dark, her eyes in the sunlight. Head shaven, beautiful chocolate locks gone. Weaponry side crossed against her chest. Why anyone would want to be me is still a mystery. But there she was, a miniature me, standing before me, and what the hell was I to do?
I tried with every ounce of my being to forget that she was there, and that she was even apart of the passengers of the mangled HG. But she was always right there. Big doe like eyes, huge smile stretching from ear to ear, staring you right in the face. And it wasn't like we could go our separate ways. On a planet filled with man-eating fuckers, what were you to do? Stray and be eaten, or stick together and pray your ass stays alive for another hour?
Exactly, you stick together. Now, it wasn't exactly my 'cup of tea' to be traveling with these people. I'm a loner; I like my privacy. I like no one around. But they clung to me...like a man devastated clings to his last shining hope, coming on the unattainable horizon. I was their leader. The one man they felt they could trust to get them off this damned planet. Ironic isn't it? Most people tend to run the other way when they see me. But no matter how reluctant they were, they flocked to me like cattle to a watering hole.
It's no secret. I was saving one person....my own ass. I didn't give a shit about any of them. I just needed Caroline there to help me get to the abandoned skiff, so I could get as far away from T2 as possible. But of course, nothing ever works out the way you planned it. There I was once again the fuckin' leader of the pack. Cells were dragging in the sand, lights shining from all directions and people following me like a lion chasing its prey. My plan: to make them assume I was leading them to their ticket away from hell, but in reality watch them drop like flies and go on about my merry way.
As if it couldn't get any worse, the cold, harsh rain decided to grace us with its presence. Between the alien forms,creams of war, rain out over the desert like a dooming atmosphere. And the light that was once their salvation...no longer existed. Panic....voices laced with fear and worry matching the rhythm of the pouring rain. My laughter booms like a cloud of thunder, overpowering them all. I look toward the holy man, and whisper; "Where's your God now?"Stupid fucker to believe in a being that couldn't possibly exist, it serves him right . Believe in no one. Trust in no one.
Title: The Song of Sorrow: Part one - Riddick's Realm
Rating: R to NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Pitch Black I am simply borrowing. I do own the characters you do not know. So please dont sue. :)
Summary: *Good* Riddick reflects on the time of the HG crash and his life afterward.
Archive: Yes, but please ask first.
Feedback: WELL YES! LOVE IT!
*****************************************************
The Song of Sorrow....Part 1: Riddick's Realm: Good...
Chapter 1
I should have known. It should have been so blatantly clear to me, that she shouldn't have been a part of my life. She was just a girl. A mere teenager, at the age of fourteen....was pretending to be me. Walking around that hell of a planet; goggles donning her head in the dark, her eyes in the sunlight. Head shaven, beautiful chocolate locks gone. Weaponry side crossed against her chest. Why anyone would want to be me is still a mystery. But there she was, a miniature me, standing before me, and what the hell was I to do?
I tried with every ounce of my being to forget that she was there, and that she was even apart of the passengers of the mangled HG. But she was always right there. Big doe like eyes, huge smile stretching from ear to ear, staring you right in the face. And it wasn't like we could go our separate ways. On a planet filled with man-eating fuckers, what were you to do? Stray and be eaten, or stick together and pray your ass stays alive for another hour?
Exactly, you stick together. Now, it wasn't exactly my 'cup of tea' to be traveling with these people. I'm a loner; I like my privacy. I like no one around. But they clung to me...like a man devastated clings to his last shining hope, coming on the unattainable horizon. I was their leader. The one man they felt they could trust to get them off this damned planet. Ironic isn't it? Most people tend to run the other way when they see me. But no matter how reluctant they were, they flocked to me like cattle to a watering hole.
It's no secret. I was saving one person....my own ass. I didn't give a shit about any of them. I just needed Caroline there to help me get to the abandoned skiff, so I could get as far away from T2 as possible. But of course, nothing ever works out the way you planned it. There I was once again the fuckin' leader of the pack. Cells were dragging in the sand, lights shining from all directions and people following me like a lion chasing its prey. My plan: to make them assume I was leading them to their ticket away from hell, but in reality watch them drop like flies and go on about my merry way.
As if it couldn't get any worse, the cold, harsh rain decided to grace us with its presence. Between the alien forms,creams of war, rain out over the desert like a dooming atmosphere. And the light that was once their salvation...no longer existed. Panic....voices laced with fear and worry matching the rhythm of the pouring rain. My laughter booms like a cloud of thunder, overpowering them all. I look toward the holy man, and whisper; "Where's your God now?"Stupid fucker to believe in a being that couldn't possibly exist, it serves him right . Believe in no one. Trust in no one.