Pitch Black (book written by Frank Laurie):
Special Thanks To Meg
Fry's emotion's were still sodden with guilt. She tried
to justify her decision to sacrifice the passenger's by
reminding herself of the cruel lesson's she'd learned as
a child. The early death of her space trash parent's.
The harsh sacrifices she'd endured
to get into-and through- the company's Interstellar
Flight Academy. No one had ever cut her any slack. She
had to scratch for every inch against treacherous
classmate's, corrupt officer's, and a system designed to
eliminate female's from command level. And the only way
she survived was by being the toughest bitch on the
*and for anyone wanting to know Riddick's thought's as
he cut her hair in that 'hokey' scene*
Even Riddick was taken aback by Fry's confession. 'No
wonder I like her' he reflected. 'The bitch has the
making's of a mass murderer.'
This time he would not be denied. Ignoring John's just
inches away on the other side of the skull, Riddick
moved - and struck. Deftly his blade snipped a lock of
Fry's blonde hair. 'A souvenir of you, babe', Riddick
thought melting back into the shadow's. 'That's all I
want - for now'.
Riddick was aware of John's watchful eye's but he had
other thing's in mind. Like Fry. Riddick found her
extremely attractive. Perhap's they'd find some time to
explore thier chemistry, if they ever managed to get off
the planet alive.
*Shazza's thought's on Riddick*
Shazza joined him at the edge of the shaft. They gazed
down together at the distinctively human bones. "So
that's what come of me Zeke? An you saw it, you was
right there, you were tryin to kill him too."
"Not necessarily," Riddick said calmly. "Just after his
O2." He shrugged, goggled eye's meeting her's. "Though I
noticed he tried to ghost my ass when he shot stranger-
shazza couldn't deny it. She looked down the shaft
unable to meet his blank accusing stare. Hypocrites
don't last in this business, Shazza reminded. She had
done Riddick a grave wrong. Beat him bad while he was in
chains. When Shazza looked up, she saw Riddick
differently. Wiley, dangerous-but dead honest. She
didn't believe he was a damn psycho killer. And she knew
killers. Her Zeke had been one of the best.
Pitch Black book, page 178
Riddick fiddled with the flight controls before rolling
the skiff to the runway. For some reason he took his
time, unable to strap himself in and take off. He kept
peering out through the rain-soaked darkness, as if
expecting someone. He sat in the flight chair and
checked the computer for the fourth time. All systems
were primed for go. 'Get in the wind, asshole', Riddick
urged, but he hesitated.
'What if they make it over the hill?'
'So what?' came his answer. 'First come, first saved.'
But for the first time in decades a strange emotion
knawed at his certainty.
'Every time you get noble, you get royaly fucked',
Riddick reminded himself. Still, he couldn't pull the
small piece from Page 179
"I trusted you Riddick!" Fry pointed at him, voice
barbed with contempt. "I trusted that some part of you
wanted to rejoin the human race."
His face remained impassive, mouth tight beneath the
"Truthfully" he said quietly. "I wouldn't know how."
Fry's hands dropped to her sides. She realized Riddick
didn't play by anybody's rules. But she knew he had
compassion. She had seen it out there. He could have
left them stranded. But he led them to safety before he
made his run.