South Hiding Caves

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.

Riddick did some push ups, it was important for him to stay strong and so he did every morning some push ups. He always did around twenty and sometimes more but always atleast twenty. He always made sure he didn't have any wounds either. He had to be strong for this was a hard world to live in. He didn't care though what others thought, he trusted himself and that was all. Mostly silent but always a killer. He had always been taught that he was made to kill and so he would always think for the rest of his life. It wasn't his fault, it was the fault of his parents. But, he never thought about that. He always thought it was his fault and that he needed to do what he was made for. He would always do what he was made for, otherwise something bad would happen. He didn't know what would happen but still, he had heard horrible stories about that kind of things and that made him slightly afraid.

He finished his push ups and stood back up. He stretched his arms and looked around before walking towards the entrance of the cave. He needed to feed afterall and now was alright. So he left the cave he mostly called his home and walked towards Rose Woods. Maybe there was something he could drink from. He just walked in his usual slow pase.