The alley between the two buildings was little more than eight feet across at its narrowest point, pocked with broken bottles and litter sodden from the earlier rains. Puddles slowly soaked into the hard ground, leaving the pathway slick and the going treacherous but Granger was in sight and Riddick wasn’t in a hurry. It was dark. A little light washed down over the slanted roof above. For Riddick, the dim illumination glowed purple-white along the edges of the buildings, diffusing out to shades of dark purple in the deepest shadows. He knew that Granger saw much less, just enough light to sharpen the shadows. Depending on how long he had waited in the alley, his eyes may have become acclimated to the dark but the merc would never see clearly.
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A shape moved on the console. Honed predatory instincts eons old kicked in and Riddick tracked the movement. A tight cluster of passengers in the finest clothes they had left one of the large freighters further down the tarmac, followed by another smaller group of ship’s techs in overalls, clipboards in hand. The techs slowed and then stopped before the merc ship, conferring with each other silently on the monitor. Disturbing nothing, Riddick was on his feet, blade out and concealed against his thigh, his robe swept clear of the sweep of his arm.
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It was less than an hour till sunset when Riddick woke. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he waited for the dizziness to stop; everything hurt, a combination of the illness and the medication and he was light headed. The weakness pissed him off and he waited for that to pass too. It served no purpose and didn’t make him feel any better. Only made coping more difficult. After a few deep breaths, his head cleared enough for him to get up and look out the window.
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For days after he had escaped Decarra 12, he had stumbled through sweltering marshland, his only direction taken from brief glimpses of a ghost-girl through the swollen boles of trees. A girl that by all rights should have been glad to see him dead; he had left her in a cave, if only briefly. And then left her again, on New Mecca.
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Title: Trouble
Author: xxxevilgrinxxx
Date: September 2009
Rating: R – violence
Disclaimer: Riddick doesn’t belong to me, neither does Jack. Granger is a product of my imagination and has appeared once before in the short story, “Granger’s Run.” Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. In addition, the song “Trouble” is written by Yusef Islam (Cat Stevens).
Archive: FDB, FF.net
Feedback: Please leave constructive feedback.
Author’s Notes: Granger has appeared in the short story “Granger’s Run“. For the sake of this story, I have played with the timeline.
Dedication: For NJRD
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