The Chronicles of Riddick: Dark Fury Page #2

Something more than|they ever were before. Art.

Lady, your taste sucks.

I expected as much.

Junner.

You see, Riddick,

there is a fundamental difference|between you and I.

Yeah. You're a psychopath.

You don't appreciate art.

But I believe the reason for this|is something very different...

than you or anyone else|might think.

You're an artist.

I've been called|a lot of things in my day.

That ain't one of'em.

You make art, Riddick,|not analyze it.

You shape it with your own hands,|carve it from flesh and bone.

But a man like you does not understand|such a thing by being lectured.

You must experience it.

Oh, sh*t.

I said I'd find you, didn't I?

What do you want?|To watch you work.

I've spent the latter half of my life|observing fantastic things--

the work of terrible men,|men such as yourself--

but it's always after the fact...

when the moment of bloody creation|is cold and passed.

That changes now.

I need to see it, Riddick.

I need to see it with my own eyes|as it happens.

I get outta there alive,|you'll see it again...

this close.

No, Riddick.|I want your masterpiece.

An artist is nothing|without his instrument.

When we meet again,|I'm gonna bury this in your eye.

Let him in.

Go ultraviolet.

I was on a pilgrimage.|Just a pilgrimage.

- This is bad, huh?|- Give it a minute.

Imam, pray.

Get her on her feet.

I cannot see!|You don't want to.

You wanna go?|Let's go.

Beautiful, beautiful creature.

Shrill are an exquisite species.

I'm talking about the man.

They're gonna kill him!

Huh?

No!

- Riddick?|- Here!

Bravo!|The grace, the expression,

the sheer violence of it.

Exquisite.

- Give--|- What?

Give me the knife.

Such a complete|and thorough performance.

It leaves only one question.

I got a feeling|you're not gonna like it.

How will I ever have you mounted...

to do it justice?

What are you--

No!|

Eww!

- You gonna keep that?|- Looks like you'll have to|be an abstract piece.

Down! Now!

We'll need to rouse|a substantial pursuit force.

- Who?|- All of them! Even the Galls!

Any man or thing|that can hold a weapon!

Every last one! Now!

All right.|Just what's the big deal? Oh!

Jumping Jesus.

you beautiful bald bastard.

are you doing?

Just gathering intel.

Yeah, well, stow it.|We got a couple|of runners to bring in.

- Shoot on sight.|- Yes, sir.

What in the hell|happened here?

Shut up and take point.

Burn 'em.|Grab your panties, boys.

What the hell was that?

Don't move.

Turn it loose.

Huh?

What the--

- You're badly hurt.|- Him? He almost tore me in half.

Just a graze this time.

That b*tch. Move!

We cannot stop.|We're not outrunning|this thing,

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