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The Chronicles of Riddick:
Risk Everything

Prologue


The shiv slid through the flesh of the man’s throat just as if it were butter, and Riddick felt the blood drip down to his left hand that was holding the man’s body up against him.
The man was a bastard. He’d beat the living hell out of any woman, given the opportunity, and that was one thing that Richard B. Riddick could not handle. Riddick released the man, and watched as he fell face-down on the cracked pavement in the alleyway. Riddick wiped the back of his hand on the man’s ripped-up sport coat and smiled.
It had been a good while since he had felt that rush. He hadn’t killed a man since Jack…no, not Jack. Kyra. He hadn’t killed a man since she had been killed. He supposed that it was because he felt like he was the one that had killed her. And he did blame himself for it every night.
“Well. It’s good to see Richard Riddick back to his old tricks,” he looked up to see Commander Vaako watching him with mild interest. “You’re on your way to becoming a Necromonger.”
Riddick simply shrugged in reply and elbowed his way past the Necromonger.
The dark streets were somehow comforting to Riddick, and when the cold wind caressed his cheeks, Riddick pretended that it was Kyra trying to console him.
Riddick had ordered the Necromongers to place Kyra’s body in a cryogenic unit and for experiments to begin to find a way to resurrect her. In that same moment, Riddick had picked up the body of the Lord Marshal and unceremoniously tossed him out of the cargo bay hatch. Every person inside the Basilica had followed him to watch this deed be done, and every person knew that they must obey him, or suffer the same fate as the Lord Marshal.
“Riddick?” Vaako spoke behind him as Riddick paused before boarding the ship.
“What is it?” Riddick replied coldly, and a shiver ran down the length of Vaako’s spine to remind him who this man really was.
“I came to tell you, your…subject,” Vaako began and then stopped as Riddick whirled to face him. “Your…friend. She lives.”
Riddick’s eyes grew wide and then he turned, once again on a dime, and made a dash for the cryogenic units, leaving Vaako behind him to breathe a long sigh of relief before boarding the Basilica. Riddick was a Furyan, after all.
All Necromongers feared Furyans.

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