Sorry. It's been some time since my last update. Let me know how you guys feel about this story and the chapter. Please give me some ideas or thoughts you might want to see. I am going to alter the original story of Riddick to fit my story but things still run their corse. Thank you for reading.
⚜I'm rolling. Rolling down a hill that's covered in bright green grass that smells like it has just rained. As I stop rolling, a small body collides with mine, sending a groan out of my throat. A giggle makes me look up to meet a pair of female green eyes that have a rainbow shine to them. Eyes that look like mine. And eyes that look like his. The dead mans eyes. The fathers eyes.⚜
I sit up with a gasp, my eyes flying open and wandering around my ledge. My eyes find nothing that puts me in danger, but my stomach has another idea. I hurry and lean over the blankets to puke up stew from last night. As the stew comes up, a warm hand runs up and down my back while another grabs my hair.
When I'm finally done, I lean back, letting a solid, warm body wrap around mine from behind. "Shhhhh." A deep voice says, making me shiver despite my churning stomach. The warm hands move to my stomach, rubbing smooth circles around my abdomen.
"Do you have ginger?" Riddick asks making me slowly nod my head, pointing over to my herb jars. He gently lays me down on the blankets before making his way over to said jars. My eyes open as I watch him open and sniff a few jars till he finds the ginger. He comes back over to me and slides my head into his lap.
"Open up." He whispers making me open my mouth. He takes a small pinch and places it under my tongue. He closes the jar and goes back to rubbing my body in gentle waves. After a few minutes, the rolling goes away and the world is straight again.
"Thank you." I whisper to Riddick, moving my shaky hand up to his face. He grabs it and places it on his cheek making me smile.
"Don't mention it." He replies, giving my hand a small squeeze before laying it across my tummy. As my hand touches the bump, I feel a movement that makes me jump. I place my hand across my stomach, waiting to see if it was a real movement. Not having to wait long, a slightly painful push is thrown against my hand, making me jump.
I gasp and pull my hand back. The movements suddenly start to happen more and that's when I realize. My baby was kicking. A grin starts to overtake my face as I turn to look at Riddick. His face is hard on the other hand. He must still be thinking of the father.
I grab his rough hand gently in my own hands and place it above where the kicks are happening. As his hand touches the bump, the kicks seem to become more gentle.
"Forget him. He is dead. This child accepts you as her father. I accept you as my mate, and the father to our child." I whisper into his neck
I was just about to give up when the pressure pushes against my hand again. I gasp and my free hand reaches for Riddick's, squeezing it a little. A smile comes to his face as he reaches out and brushes the tight skin holding a life.
"Maybe eating all that stew was a bad idea." I mutter to myself as an arm circles my growing waist.
"Rest for a little more. I'm going to work on my plan on getting out of here."
"There is a staircase that leads to the control room on the ledge on the other side of the compound. Follow the computer cables. They lead to the control room." I tell him as he lays me down with a questioning look on his face.
"What? I was ready to leave this place months ago. I just hit a speed bump. And you cause a good distraction." I whisper, laying down into the nest of fur and fabric.
He gives me a grin with a wild look in his eyes. "Go get 'em," I tell him, placing a kiss to his lips before laying on my side, falling asleep.
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A shake wakes me up only to I find myself on a stretcher with my wrists and legs strapped down. Lights flash above my head and I notice that I am in a rock hallway. I turn my head to see warriors in a silver metal armor pushing my bed at a dead run.
"What is happening?" I yell, twisting my body trying to get out of my restraints. No one even looks at me or even acknowledges that I'm even here. We reach a door that they open to show the surface of the planet.
"Where are we going? Riddick!" I start to yell, the life in my belly starting to kick up a storm, sensing my fear.
They continue to head through the hanger, heading for the opening when I see it. A small ship that resembles the bigger one that I have been running from.
The Necromongers. I've never seen them. At least not face to face. I just know that when their ship was coming, I was on the next ship out to a couple planets over. They have bad news written all over them and I'm a fan of living.
"What do you want with me?" I ask the man that was to my left. I huff when I get no response, looking around till I am hit with a blast of air that seems to be heating up.
As I take in the surface, I see fast movement to my left again. I move my head to try and see around the necromonger when I see him. Riddick.
"Riddick!" I scream, trying to get out of my restraints.
The man seemed to hear my yells, making him turn in my direction.
A thump makes me see that we have now entered the necromonger ship, and I know it's too late.
"Riddick." I whisper as a needle is placed in my arm and my vision starts to get fuzzy.
RIDDICK'S POV
I slit one mans throat and start to head for the next one before a scream makes my blood turn cold. I turn to see her. My mate. My child. My life. Strapped to a table being led by Necromongers into their ship. No. I'm not going to loose them. I move to head for them when I'm hit from behind in the head, making me fall to my knees before being hit again. As I pass out, I can only think her name. The name of the one woman with child I have let down. Riley.
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