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Riddick opened his eyes slowly and sat up. He grabbed his goggles and got them on so the light won't affect his eyes. He couldn't stand the brightness of the sun and mostly was hiding in the shadows or dark places like this cave. He had no choice then to hide most of the time. He also needed to keep his secret safe. It would go wrong if someone found out about it. He was sure he would be killed. His father and mother always explained that a vampire and werewolf never could be together no matter what and that they would be killed if so. He didn't want to be killed so he had to keep his secret a real secret. No one could know about it and he hoped no one ever would.

But, Riddick was a murderer so sometimes he didn't care about showing who he was. The most who knew what he was got killed by him the very same day. He didn't care about killing at all, he more liked it then disliked it. He had been taught that he was born to kill, to destroy people's lives and to take the stuff they with them. Killing seemed his job for it was the only thing he was really good in. He would silently stalk the person and kill the person at the right time. With his expiernce it was hard to get him and he hadn't been captured, he never would either. No one was going to capture Riddick and put him in jail. You had to be very good if that would happen but he didn't think it would ever happen. He hoped it wouldn't happen.