Well here's the 1st chapter of the sequel to "A Friend in an Enemy". This story takes place rightafter The Chronicals of Riddick. Somethings are from the actuall special edition DVD, so I don't own all the info. I just own my characters; Minx, Hocks and anyone else you don't recognize from the movie.
His Fate:
The room was deadly quiet; no light came into the deathly room for there were no windows, no indications of an outside world. He lowered his hand, then looked around with his eyes only keeping the rest of his body still, but his eyes were seeing the hundred or more bowed Necromongers before him.
Their dark dully shined uniforms and pale skin deftly glowed under the man made light from above. His breaths came shallow, his mind coming to only one thought as he met the crud eyes of the warrior named Vaako.
Riddick said nothing as he dropped the warrior's gaze and turned his attention of the mass before him. He looked at the bent forms of each one as far as his eye could see; each row was unmoving and bent to the floor in surrender. He felt their meek drained energy, their fear of him, he felt their strength in their faith, and it did him no good.
"Leave and go back to your quarters." They all stood but went too slowly for his liking, he didn't want anyone in this cold marble hell, "GO NOW!"
Like a bunch of scared children they emptied out and soon he stood alone in the center of the immense hall. He gazed down at the girl with his hands limp at his sides; he stood there and didn't move.
All the pain filled him, made his limbs as heavy as lead. Although the sharp pricks of seeing her crumpled at his feet did nothing to dull his senses, he knew one person still remained, the warrior, "Get a doctor."
Soon the warrior left, but he still wasn't alone, he knew someone else was in the room, but as he waited in silence, they didn't show them selves.
Areon knew he was thinking, knew there were a million things running through his mind, his stance told her that. Not once did he bend down, nor did he twitch; only his eyes closed and stayed closed.
"My Lord…" Vaako reappeared at the entrance, gaining Riddick's attention as his head tilted in the direction of the soldier, "The doctor is here—"
"Bring him in." Riddick ordered, his voice was a solemn as a cold winter wind.
From that moment on everything happened either very quickly or very slowly. Time slowed as she watched the doctor bend over the girl, his practiced hands and eyes grazing over her, studying her condition. Then in less than a blink of her eye he stood up again and shook his head at Riddick, somehow not meeting his jagged-stone face.
"Leave." Riddick said to the both of them and was abruptly left alone with the girl. The guards that fisted her chains couldn't hold her as she began to move foreword. The chains groaned behind her, though the intruding noise did nothing to again Riddick's attention.
She was a few paces from Riddick before one of the Necromonger guards asked him, "Kill the Elemental?"
His frame still didn't move, only the slight clench of his jaw signaled his recognition of her, "Unchain her." He said calmly, his voice flat but commanding, his hands still fisted at his sides, another clench of his jaw, and a smooth breath from him before the guards left.
"What will you do with her?" She asked quietly, waiting for his blow up, but it never came.
"Return her to New Mecca." He quietly said.
Areon looked down at the girl's body then back at him, "You do see why this is your fate Riddick?"
He looked at her then, in that moment she'd never seen that combination of pain and hate, it was a very dangerous thing, "I killed the Lord Marshal, saved planets from destruction, Furyan defiance saved its ass. I've done what you wanted, they are a broken people now, conquered and rattled. What more you want, I won't give." He whispered in a rage.
Areon shook her head again, "The Necromongers aren't what they seem, and the remaining few people in your past, present, and future that you choose to shut out shall haunt you, whether or not you choose to face them."
"I have no people in my life, I command no one, I live for no one, I listen to no one, especially not a stubborn ghost of an elemental." He responded, "I know you want to take the Necromongers, brain wash them, make them peaceful, I refuse to take your words. Leave."
She started to go but she couldn't accept his command, "I'm warning you now this can't be separated from you. There are a few more pieces to which you are Furyan Riddick. Pieces that cannot be left alone..."
"Oh really?" He challenged smoothly, the rage bubbling beneath the once again calm surface. He bent slowly and let his arms lift the girl slowly from the steps.
"Yes." Areon answered, unfazed by his hostility, "There are three of them: there is the Necromongers and the Underverse, a Furyan past buried within you, and a woman that plagues your dreams. They will show you your fate."
Riddick looked at her with slight fire in his eyes, then he blinked and once again they shined clear silver, "Are you sure you don't want the Necromongers?" He taunted her, a knowing strength showing deep in the lines of his face, it was a glow that almost seemed to emanate from him.
Areon felt herself smile faintly, "No... Not yet anyway."
After the elemental left him he gently placed Jack into the plush throne. He left her for a moment then ventured swiftly past the doors of the Basilica's grand hall. The guards seemed to jump as he opened the door, but they stood at attention all the same, "Get me Vaako." Riddick ordered, then disappeared back into the Basilica.
Five minutes later he heard the door open quickly, "You summoned me." Vaako said robotically.
Riddick turned to smirk at him, "Yes, I did." He said slowly, feeling Vaako's contempt seething through his skin, "Set course for New Mecca."
He watched the surprise in Vaako's eyes, a light that he hadn't seen, "Yes my Lord."
The door to the Basilica was closed once again, but Riddick still didn't feel alone. He felt a prickle run up his spine, he recognized that scent, "You're here, and no one else is. Stop playing your game...show yourself."
"You're observant." Dame Vaako purred smoothly.
He turned to look right at her, a hate filling him, as if she was the one who killed Jack. She walked close to him, her cat-like eyes glowering at him seductively, although she said nothing. Then he felt her hand glide over his shoulder, her eyes lowered then raised again to gaze into his goggles.
Riddick held his rage, clenching his jaw to keep himself from ripping her flesh from her bones to ease some of his pain, "Shouldn't you be leading Vaako around on his leash?" He whispered.
She smiled up at him as her hand continued its journey across his shoulder to his chest. He gently curled his fingers around her delicate wrist, seeing her smile spread a little wider, dilemma still glowing in her eyes.
Smirking down at her he turned his gentle touch and closed his hand, fisting her wrist in a vice grip then twisting as he pushed her backwards, making her stumble but not fall. To his surprise she only smiled slightly, "A fierce one you are." She said quietly, although she held her wrist and he knew she was in pain as she shook her head, "Only a Furyan would be such a way."
Suddenly the door opened, and Vaako's eyes latched onto his wife, a knowing dread masking his jagged dark face. Eventually Vaako looked past her and looked to Riddick with indifference, "We will be arriving within the hour."
The day was hot, but her tears rivaled the heat outside her rubble-reduced door. Her memories of the once cozy home were like daggers to her heart. "Mumma why is the ground shaking? Are the monsters back?" Ziza asked, Lajjun looked up from her hand, for a split second seeing her husband Iman in her daughter's face.
Then the deep rumbling spread through the ground, its presence all too familiar. Out of the sky came the same hulking mass that had taken the life she knew. A fear spread through her body as she broke into a cold sweat.
She shoved herself and her daughter back into the tattered shell of their house, only to hide, not for protection, she knew now that nothing could protect them. The ground violently shook in measured waves, almost as if a giant wave were upon them.
Five beams fell from the open ceiling all in a line, sending dust flying up in meek clouds. Scattered metal rattled to the same beat as the vibrating ground as the tattered curtains whirled and kicked.
The wind picked up as the Necromonger tower came closer to the ground. Lajjun clutched her daughter tightly to her and squeezed her own eyes shut, the heavy roar and growl of the engines drowned out any other sound.
Two explosions and cracking of rock could be heard as the hulking mass set itself once again into the ground. Slowly the shaking beneath their feet ceased and Lajjun felt herself straighten to stand up and wait.
The next moments passed slowly, a broken wind-chime that hung by the door swung noiselessly. Her eyes watched it sway back and fourth as her breaths came slow and measured.
Up her back and neck came pricks of warning that rose the tiniest of hairs, letting her know that someone was coming. Her heart thudded against her ribs, sounding in her ears. She drew a small breath, and that's when she heard it, the dropping of one set of boots.
She lowered herself and Ziza to kneel behind a marble pillar, hoping that the shadows would help them live a little longer. Her eyes were fixed on the window a few feet from them.
She waited a moment longer, then saw a flicker of movement past the darkened window. She heard Ziza gasp then run forwards, "Ziza!" She whispered harshly, tears suddenly coming to the rims of her eyes. God help my child. She prayed.
"Riddick." Ziza said calmly, her little voice holding hope as she opened the door.
"Ziza." A rasping voice whispered quietly, seeming to be just as calm as Ziza's.
Lajjun stood and went to her daughter who stood at the door. When she looked out she felt herself cry, the tears flooded down her cheeks all at once, immediately her vision blurred. Her hand clasped over her mouth in shock as she looked at Riddick and the girl in his arms, "Jack." She whispered, "Jack."
She knowingly stepped aside and let him in. His solemn face told her that all that Iman said was true; Riddick did have the ability to love, but looking at him now, with his silver eyes bare and hard, Lajjun also realized he had the ability to hurt.
She watched him move through out her house, amazed that he still remembered where everything was, even when it was in shambles. He moved up to a set of doors and without question Lajjun opened them.
The doors led to a bedroom, where the bed inside was amazingly unharmed. Riddick moved to the side of it and gently set the girl down. He looked down at the girl, and for the first time Lajjun noticed that there were tears in his silver eyes, "This is where she was supposed to be." He whispered, his voice hard and hollow.
Lajjun nodded and bowed her head, only to feel his eyes on her as she took a breath and looked at the girl. She remembered the first few months she was with them, the months turned into years and the years all added up to this.
She met Riddick's eyes and felt herself nod softly, "We will burry her at sunrise."
There's the 1st chapter, don't worry Minx is up next. Hope you like it so far. Please leave a review, its motivation to write more, then again yall know how thatis.
Thanks for reading,
Anne