Snippet #1927208

Riddick watched her cook the meat before concentrating on the fire. His goggles protected his eyes against the bright light of the fire but he still looked away every now and then. It was just out of protection. His eyes were very sensitive and he had to be carefull. He didn't want to go blind afterall. That wouldn't be really nice. Although his instincts would keep him alive if he would go blind, he just wanted to see the world. He didn't want to live in pure darkness. He already lived in darkness enough because of his light sensitivity. He wanted to just see. That would be much better then seeing nothing but black. His instincts could always fail him so he wanted to see. He hoped he wouldn't go blind.

He snapped back to attention as she talked again. She told him she had to go. He didn't understand why she would leave so suddenly. He nodded and sighed softly. He knew he would always stand alone. No one would ever like him probably, or even care. He had no friends and would never have friends either. He would always stand alone. That reminded him that he was a monster that shouldn't exsist at all, he should just be dead. That's what he deserved, a slow painfull death.

Riddick sighed and changed into a wolf. He looked around before getting up and slowly following her tracks. He would make sure she didn't hear him though. He walked quietly untill she was in sight. He stayed behind her and hided himself behind trees in the hope she wouldn't find out.