Title: All for the Sake of my Soul

Author: Chesarae

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Rating: R for slightly disturbing images..

Summary: Riddick tells who and what he is.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or settings of Pitch Black �I only enjoy them.

Notes: This is my very first attempt at a PB fic and it came out of me in a span of only minutes. I know not what I will do with it from this point.

No one knows what it is to be me: the killer, the sinner, --the man behind bars. I am what I am, but that they cannot see. They see a mask�a body of the world and not that invisible veil that I have put upon my form. I cannot yield. I cannot expose my true form or else I might just cease to be.

I am many things. I am cold and callus. I am rock solid and fluid, but also I am human. Like every other human before and after me�I can break. The question is: can you find my key? To everything there is an undoing, but maybe I have hidden that so well� and maybe they have just as simply overlooked it--

I care not really�I am strong. I am body and mind and my heart is in a tightly locked cage. I am the man�the killer and the legend. I creep along life�s narrow ways and I seek for that red coppery velvet that quenches my thirst. I seek it because� it is all that I have known. It is my instinct�my home and my family.

And now I find that challenged. Everything that I am is challenged by one little girl. She is the remainder and reminder of that fateful event that has changed not only my life, but myself as well. The crash�the planet�the monsters�.

She was nothing at first, but a silly child playing at idolization, but then when the cage began to break�she became unknowingly more. The cage that was broken by all that was. Fry, Shazza, even the pathetic Johns�they were my undoing. They took my bottle and smashed it upon the rocks and left me a shattered mess of broken shards.

And so here I am trying to figure it out and trying to hold it together. The girl needs me and no one has ever before needed me. I am afraid to fail. I am afraid to be me. I have never felt fear before-- I have created fear.

I am black now and soon I will be white --and then all the colors of the shimmering rainbow. I am a puzzle locked within a puzzle. I am the mystery that can only solve itself. I am rage and I am anger�and I am one pissed off bastard. I hunger for that which is new to me and I am��so�..lost�..

I feel her. I feel her shy form begging me to take her with me. I hear the thoughts of the Holy man as he fears for all, but somehow knows that all will be fine. He does after all have his �Allah.�

--I may be shined and I may see best in the dark, but all that is light is felt a million times more.

I know that the girl is my future. I am not sure of how or why or what she will be, but I know that to her step I must echo. I must be the shadow of her life and the soul of her heart. And maybe, just maybe I will find what tattered remains are left of my own soul and mend myself into a reborn creature of not the shadows, but of the light.

And so I know now what I will do. I will be with her always�watching, helping, and guarding. I am the killer �the sinner �the man behind bars, but most importantly�I am her Guardian Angel. I am the dark soul that feeds on copper and crimson. I am the Black Angel of Death and I kiss upon those who dare to destroy her. Let them try me and face the silver shine of my shiv. It will win as always and my thirst will be fed.

All for the sake of my soul �my girl �my Jack.

--End