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They Won't Know What's Coming
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Notes: Written for 365 Drabbles, Prompt - Sunshine
He squinted into the light, and decided he was glad he'd got his Shanshu, even if it did mean he'd been transported to the arse-end of the Multiverse. 'Cause the bloody Powers couldn't just let him get a prize and bloody well enjoy it, now could they? No. He had to prove himself to be a true Champion (don't forget the capital, now) and then get spend his reward far from anyone he'd ever cared about, or even known. What he'd give to have someone from his old life here. He'd even take the boy. Hell, he'd even take The Great Brooding One.
Three bloody suns. That just wasn't right.
He wasn't the only one to think so, either. The behemoth with the full-contact sunnies didn't much like the suns, either. Photo-sensitive, he thought the term was. Bet his night vision was vamp-like, though. Nice piece of meat, that, too. Fast, strong. Would've made a brilliant Childe, not that he could do anything about that now. Human, he was now. Bloody Poofters That Be.
He squatted in front of the silver-eyed criminal, and smirked. “So what are you, anyway?”
“Does it matter?” Riddick rumbled.
Spike looked around, and let his gaze drop onto the merc. “Not really. You look up for some fun, though.”
Riddick chuckled, a wicked, dangerous sound. “Oh, I'm always up for fun.”
Spike looked at Riddick again, and felt his spirits lift. His old unlife had ended, but things were now looking up. With someone at his back, he could do anything, go anywhere. He could be … free. He stood, and walked away, making his plans for getting out of here, away from this hell of a planet.
They'd never know what was coming.
Notes: Written for 365 Drabbles, Prompt - Sunshine
He squinted into the light, and decided he was glad he'd got his Shanshu, even if it did mean he'd been transported to the arse-end of the Multiverse. 'Cause the bloody Powers couldn't just let him get a prize and bloody well enjoy it, now could they? No. He had to prove himself to be a true Champion (don't forget the capital, now) and then get spend his reward far from anyone he'd ever cared about, or even known. What he'd give to have someone from his old life here. He'd even take the boy. Hell, he'd even take The Great Brooding One.
Three bloody suns. That just wasn't right.
He wasn't the only one to think so, either. The behemoth with the full-contact sunnies didn't much like the suns, either. Photo-sensitive, he thought the term was. Bet his night vision was vamp-like, though. Nice piece of meat, that, too. Fast, strong. Would've made a brilliant Childe, not that he could do anything about that now. Human, he was now. Bloody Poofters That Be.
He squatted in front of the silver-eyed criminal, and smirked. “So what are you, anyway?”
“Does it matter?” Riddick rumbled.
Spike looked around, and let his gaze drop onto the merc. “Not really. You look up for some fun, though.”
Riddick chuckled, a wicked, dangerous sound. “Oh, I'm always up for fun.”
Spike looked at Riddick again, and felt his spirits lift. His old unlife had ended, but things were now looking up. With someone at his back, he could do anything, go anywhere. He could be … free. He stood, and walked away, making his plans for getting out of here, away from this hell of a planet.
They'd never know what was coming.