You Should be Afraid [Riddick fan-fic]

Prologue

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They say most of your brain shuts down in cryo-sleep. All but the primitive side, the animal side. No wonder I'm still awake.

Transporting me with Civilians. Sounded like 40, 40-plus. Three out of the 40 or more aren't Civilians. They're just like me, in every way.

Heard and Arab voice, some hoodoo holy man, probably on his way to New Mecca. But what route? What route?

Smelled a woman. Sweat, boots, tool belt, leather. Prospector type. Free settlers. And they only take the back roads.

Smelled two other women and man. One of the woman had two heartbeats. Pregnant. The second heartbeat was faint, so two weeks along. She smelled of death, musk, and Lavender. The man smelled of death and musk. Must be Mates.

And then there is the other woman. She smelled of death, more than the other woman did, and Lavender, must be sisters. Smelled like my kind of woman. All three of them are awake. All three of  them in chains like me. Wonder where they are being locked up at.

I caught a glimpse of the non-pregnant woman when I was brought on. From what I saw she had dirty blonde hair and a faded pink streak or two with black under. Her shirt, if you could call it that, was black and white, stopped just below her breasts. She wore tight black leather pants, low cut, she had a star tattoo on her left hipbone. She was short, but damn was I drawn to her.

And here's my real problem. Mr. Johns, the blue-eyed devil. Plannin' on taking me back to the slam, only this time he picked a ghost lane.

A long time between stops. A long time for something to go wrong.

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