The Other Killer (A Riddick Fanfic)

CRASH LANDING -- Chapter 1

Once the doomed ship had crash landed, I sat back quietly. Closing my eyes, I read everyone's auras as they were near me.

Surprisingly, there were only 3 other women, besides me. A young one. A teenager. Don't know her name, though. She is a bit timid, but she has a good heart.

Another one, a miner, maybe? She is in her late twenties, almost 30. She is a fighter, a feisty one at that; but she wasn't a troublemaker.

And the last one, maybe in her mid-thirties. She is the co-pilot. She has a good heart, she has an assertiveness about her. She is very strong-willed.

She awoke from her cryosleep early. She ran to the pilot. His aura was as faint as a flickering candle. He was about to die any second now....Too late. He was gone; now, she was the captain of the remainder of the crew....

There was one person's aura that had me on edge: Johns, the bounty hunter. It was a mix of everything. Motivated only by his next bounty payout. Selfish. Manipulative. Ruthless.

After patiently waiting for the doomed spacecraft to crash land and the other passengers in cryosleep to leave, Number 6 and I made our plan to escape our confinement.

All I had was a plate of glass separating me from the outside world. I figured if I focused on this tiny crack I found, I could shatter it. So I stared and fixated on it and projected mentally...

Break...BREAK...BREAK IT!!

And suddenly, the whole plate shattered, but remained intact. Its weak enough to be broken through blunt force. So I headbutted the glass once and slammed my knee into it as the shards of glass rained to my feet.

Okay, now to free #6.

I banged my fist once on his glass plate, making him snap up and his body scales flush red.

"Six! We landed. Let's go!" I hushed under my breath.

Number Six narrowed his eyes and snarled at me.

I placed my palm on the glass and concentrated. Shatter...come on, SHATTER!!!

The glass shattered weakly. The plate looked like a frozen mosaic. Now Six had to do the rest.

"Come on, Six! Break it!" She hissed.

Her hound flushed red and with a few lunging headbutts he broke free and crashed to the hard metal ground, landing on his paws.

I grabbed onto his chain leash I made from my first trip to Crematoria Penitentiary and jerked him close to me, which made him whip around and glare at me.

I calmed my own agitated aura and let it emanate outwards and around Six.

Its okay, Six. You're okay now. I'm here...

And after a few seconds, Six's scales faded and dulled and changed to its normal gun metal grey.

I need to check his thermal suit...

My satanic Crematorian canine was wearing a collar that acted as a thermal shield, allowing it to survive in any environment. It was of my own invention, and it worked well. On the back of his collar were a few numbers and labels that measured the outside environment temperature, canine status, homeostasis, etc. It was approximately 39 degrees Fahrenheit inside the ship to keep the machines inside the ship cool. But it was slowly getting warmer due to the ship being wrecked and the outside air circulating slowly into the shipwreck.

Hellhounds are used to normal temperatures found on Crematoria. Outside the prison, it was so hot it takes only seconds to literally dry you out into dust as your body dissipates in the high winds. The prison was between 80 and 110 degrees depending on the time of day. At high noon, it gets up to 118 degrees and that's more than enough to cause hardened criminals to find shade and find drafts from the shafts that flushed out air and impurities from the facilities above the prison.