Riddick fanfic 2

Riddick fanfic

Chapter 2: Reia

The Necromonger army had started to build instead of destroy. Vaako had led them for a year; I’d made him my deputy. I had to take my ‘holiday’. I had to go away for a little time. I had to forget. That was too much … Imam’s death, the fight against the Necromongers, Crematoria, Kyra’s death … And there were a few new things I’d never known before. Affection, pain, conscience … I hated them. And that was too much all at once.

Everything was going fine, I’d found a silent, peaceful planet …but I guess there’s something in me that attracts trouble. On an ordinary evening I was just heading towards my temporary home, when I stumbled upon a gang. They were about to ravish a young girl. I got a whiff of alcohol, testosterone and the scent of the girl’s fear almost begged … The guys were so busy with their fun that they didn’t noticed me when I went nearer to them, nor when I stopped behind them. Her desperate protesting, sobbing and groaning as she fought against them were barely heard because of their coarse laughing. They enjoyed the game. They fucking did. The girl had no chance against them, but she didn’t give up. And it awakened some kind of sympathy in me. Instead of walking away silently and leaving her to her fate, I stepped closer to her and the group of tottering drunks.

“Let her go, guys!” I asked them with perfect calm. My voice sounded like some kind of animal’s deep growl. How could I think that they would do that? That they would let the girl go…The girl in her torn clothes, who now, when I disturbed the guys and they turned toward me mad with rage, tried to escape from them with renewed strength. She was wild, furious and desperate at the same time…

I wanted calm around me, silence … but when two of them set upon me… well, I had to stand up for myself and my knives got into my hands by themselves. That was only a few movements. Five or six men were there, around the girl. The blades cut throats with easy elegance, one after the other. It wasn’t my fight. Why did I care for the girl?

From beside the corpses lying on the ground in the pool of blood, from the dirt on the sidewalk, a pair of scared, wide eyes looked up at me. I guess she didn’t know if she should be grateful or be afraid of me too. I put my knives in their places and offered my hand which she slowly took after a short hesitation. I helped her up and now, when she stood in front of me trembling, wearing her dirty, torn clothes, I saw just how beautiful she was. She tried to hide her round breasts by holding together her torn blouse with her shaky hands. Her hair was long, dark and her skin bronzed … Her fragrance stifled the scent of the blood in my nose. That was the sweet smell of beauty and purity. That was the sweet smell of a real woman. She was young, thin and much shorter than me. She was still looking at me with scared eyes.

“Go home!” I said in a low voice, turned round and started onward. She started too. First I thought she simply had her home in that direction, but then it became obvious that she was following me. I stopped suddenly and turned to face her.

“I said; go home!” I told her coldly.

She quivered and stopped too, still holding her blouse closed. She bowed her head and fixed her glance on the sidewalk shyly.

“I haven’t a place to go” she said in a whisper. Her voice was just like the finest silk … that caressed me.

“Not my problem.” I said, starting again. She followed me again but I didn’t stop any more. I heard as she stumbled over something in the darkness. My goggles on the top of my head … I saw perfectly well. “Where the hell can I get eyes like that?” I closed my eyes tightly for a minute, gritting my teeth as Kyra’s words came into my mind again. Why can’t I forget her? Kyra … wish I could change things …

“What’s your name?” she asked shyly already walking beside me.

“Riddick.” I murmured slightingly, not looking at her.

“Riddick” she repeated. “I’m Reia.”

Not that I cared … I didn’t ask.

“Thank you” she whispered gratefully. I didn’t answer and she kept silent too. She’d come with me to the house. And she had been with me since then.

My ‘holiday’ had come to an end, I resumed my situation as the head of the Necromonger army and she was still with me. Always by my side since that night. In the beginning I’d had no idea why I let her stay with me.

She was beautiful. Young, but not a child, not in the least. Already an attractive woman. Her hair was long, dark and it suited her bronzed, soft skin and her big, brown eyes which always shone. Her full lips, her wasp-waisted body … Damn it! Her simple presence attracted attention. She was the embodiment of temptation herself. She was dangerous for men … and she was more dangerous for herself.

And I … Well, somehow I felt that I bore the responsibility … To save Kyra I’d hid myself, leaving her alone at the same time. I would not make the same mistake twice. I didn’t touch Reia, just taught her, took care of her … and she … She accommodated herself to me. She was always with me, by my side in almost every moment, but she didn’t needle me. I’d never been talkative, so she didn’t chatter like other women and mainly didn’t ask too much. She just left me alone in my free-from-emotions, dark world. Sometimes when we were in private she cuddled up to me and we just sat side by side in the darkness for hours and hours. If I had a good day, I let her embrace and caress me. She was rebellious, great fighter, self-determining, independent … But she was devoted to me as if she knew me from time immemorial, as if I was the world for her. Everything she could believe in. Poor girl … Belief is a frail thing. Besides … I didn’t envy her. She was very needy if the only person who she could believe in and hold on to was Richard B. Riddick.