Title: Your Eyes, My Fear
Author: Eleven Roses
Email: sun_gurl8 AT hotmail.com
Rating: KIDS
Summary: Fry's thoughts about Riddick...
Disclaimers: Pitch Black, The Chronicles of Riddick and their characters belong to Universal Studios. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.

 

You told me it wasn't you I had to be afraid of.

I was.

You were always so calm, so in control. I think you had every one of us figured out from the beginning. Was the entire crew nothing more than your pawns? You knew John was lying to all of us, especially you. You knew that "the boy" was lying too. I couldn't figure you out, and trust me, I tried. You were my mystery each second, even while I ran, screamed, and thought you were nothing more than a cold convict. I think that's what scared me the most. You could've killed us all- but you saved some instead. You could've left me alone to die- but you came back and brought the three of us to the ship. You did so many things. I didn't like leaving my life in your hands, being that out of control. I was afraid of you, how you could outwit every last thing on that black planet- human or worse. I thought you wanted me to fear you, but then I wasn't so sure.

You asked if I was afraid of the dark.

I was.

Fear is such a confusing emotion. I was never afraidof the dark, but then I was. The torches, the smell of burning alcohol, that could never bring me relief. I was afraid of you, but I needed the light you could bring, and then I wasn't scared. The blackness was worse than you could ever be to me. Not that you wouldn't hurt, wouldn't burn me if you had to- but that long night had no other need besides taking us out. One by one, into the darkness they went. You never did that to me. I think we had a choice. Trust you, let you be our eyes to lead us through the danger and to that blessed ship, or take our chances with... those creatures. Blind and protected by a weak light. Some of us made the wrong choice, some of us didn't but lost anyway. I was afraid to chose the dark, so I chose you.

You told me to come closer to see your eyes.

I did.

They shone like silver, bright against everything else around us. I was glad to see them, but not enthusiastic about why. I suppose you've been in the dark for so long, still and watching like you always did, and those eyes were welcomed. You paid to get that shine, and I bit back my nervousness to step closer to see them. Ever closer to you. I wasn't surprised when you moved toward me, but I was surprised by how you moved. Fast and sudden, not like the smoothness of you in ever other moment. And, not like your eyes. I've heard you can see so much in a person's eyes- their fears, their wants, their secrets. I guess I couldn't read them. All I could see was the shine, hiding the darkness underneath, and I wanted to see more. I'd give everything to see more.

You didn't want me to die for you.

I did.

 

 
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