I’m Not Riddick

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I’m Not Riddick

By Ardath Rekha

Synopsis: Jack wants someone to know that her life does not revolve around a man she knew for two weeks and hasn’t seen since.

Category: Fan Fiction

Fandom: The Chronicles of Riddick (2004), The Chronicles of Riddick: Dark Fury (2004)

Series: None

Challenges: Ardath Rekha’s TCOR AU / “Kyra is not Jack” challenge

Rating: T

Orientations: Gen

Pairings: None

Warnings: Mild Language

Number of Chapters: 1

Net Word Count: 781

Total Word Count: 1,226

Story Length: Flash Fiction

First Posted: April 28, 2005

Last Updated: April 28, 2005

Status: Complete

The characters and events of The Chronicles of Riddick are © 2004 Universal Pictures, Radar Pictures, and One Race Films; Written and Directed by David Twohy; Based on characters by Ken and Jim Wheat; Produced by Scott Kroopf and Vin Diesel. The characters and events of The Chronicles of Riddick: Dark Fury are © 2004 Universal Cartoon Studios; Directed by Peter Chung; Written by Brett Matthews; Story by David Twohy; Produced by John Kafka and Jae Y. Moh. The characters and events of Pitch Black are © 2000 USA Films, Gramercy Pictures, and Interscope Communications; Directed by David Twohy; Screenplay by Ken and Jim Wheat and David Twohy; Story by Ken and Jim Wheat; Produced by Tom Engelman. This work of fan fiction is a transformative work for entertainment purposes only, with no claims on, nor intent to infringe upon, the rights of the parties listed above. All additional characters and situations are the creation of, and remain the property of, Ardath Rekha. eBook design and cover art by LaraRebooted, using screen captures from Rhiana Griffith’s appearance on the Australian television show Home and Away (© 1988-present Seven Studios, Seven Network Operations Limited, Red Heart Entertainment, and Kepper Media; Created by Alan Bateman; Executive Produced by John Holmes and Julie McGauran.) and Alexa Davalos’s appearance on the American TV show Angel (© 1999-2004 20th Century Fox Television, Mutant Enemy Productions, Kuzui Enterprises, Sandollar Television, Greenwolf Corp., and David Greenwalt Productions; created by Joss Whedon and David Greenwalt; Executive-Produced by Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, Tim Minear, Jeffrey Bell, David Fury, Fran Rubel Kuzui, and Kaz Kuzui), a photograph by Xiaoyi licensed via Pexels, the “Lockdown Haifont” font from Font Meme, and background graphics © 1998 Noel Mollon, adapted and licensed via Teri Williams Carnright from the now-retired Fantasyland Graphics site (c. 2003). This eBook may not be sold or advertised for sale. If you are a copyright holder of any of the referenced works, and believe that part or all of this eBook exceeds fair use practices under the Digital Millennium Copyright Act, please contact Ardath Rekha.

Rev. 2022.10.09

I’m Not Riddick

I am not Richard B. Riddick.

Let’s just get that straight right now. I’m not Riddick. I don’t want to be Riddick. I don’t know where he is and, wonder of wonders, I really don’t care. When I go to sleep, I don’t dream about him. When I wake up, I don’t think about him. Not until people like you come along and bring him up all over again.

So let’s just get this over with, okay? Because I really need my sleep.

I spent less than two weeks with the guy. I woke up and my ship had crashed. He was one of the survivors. Everybody said he was nasty and mean and evil. The thing I noticed about him, and that interested me, was how male he was. You want to talk about the butchest of the butch, Riddick fits the bill. And since I was trying to impersonate a guy back then, I wanted to learn how to move like he did, how to act like he did. I figured, if I imitated him, nobody would ever figure out I was a girl.

Maybe he thought I had a crush on him. I really don’t know. He was nice to me. But so was everybody else, you know? I liked Shazza better. And Fry.

But I liked him well enough. He was a good guy. Way different from all the hype about him. He taught me how to play poker when we were waiting on the skiff to be picked up, and gave me some pointers on how to walk like a guy if I was going to stick with my disguise. So yeah, I liked him. But I’m fourteen. Two weeks out of fourteen years? Not that earth-shattering, okay?

He left, and I cried. But you know, he wasn’t the first person to vanish from my life and he probably won’t be the last, and it wasn’t like he did it to be mean. He had to go.

So why am I here, if not because of him? Look, I’d have done this for anybody. I’m the one who killed Chillingsworth, not him. Not Imam. I wouldn’t let either one of them take the fall for it. I didn’t expect I’d end up in a place like this, but hey, I’d still have turned myself in if I’d known. Her family was putting up a serious death bounty on him. Now it’s gone and the worst they could do was have me sent to an adult prison.

I did this because it was the right thing to do. And believe it or not, nothing I’ve seen in here has changed my mind about what’s right.

But what I said still goes. I don’t think about him. He’s in the past. I liked him, he helped me when I needed help, I tried to do the same for him, and now he’s gone. I’m getting out next week, thanks to my Aunt, and the only reason I’m telling you that is because I know you won’t blab to anybody. You’re a good person too, even if you don’t want to believe it. Just remember. When I fall down in the dining hall, I’m okay. I don’t know what exactly the drug will do, but it’s only going to fake my death, not kill me. That’s so the Chillingsworth family will stay off my ass. So just… don’t freak out and attack the guards again or anything, okay?

A little advice if you really want to find him. Don’t do the whole merc thing. I know you’re still planning to, but listen to me. He hates mercs. If he sees you with a merc team he’ll probably just take you out before you can let him know you’re on his side. And even if he didn’t… I know mercs. You don’t. Don’t ever trust them. They’ll fuck you over for a few UDs and never look back. Okay? So if you want to find him, try something else.

Look, you’ve already heard the whole story about him fifteen times now. I’m not going to tell it again. I want to sleep. Ask him to tell it to you when you meet him. If you do. In all honesty, I don’t think he plans for anybody to ever find him again.

No, you don’t have to tell him anything about me. Would you just leave it? He won’t even ask, anyway.

Fine. Tell him Jack’s dead. She’s dying next week and then my life is going to start up again. And amazingly enough, Kyra, your world may revolve around him, but mine doesn’t.

Now can I please get some sleep?