A/N: My brother bought Pitch Black, Dark Fury, COR, and the Riddick game and I was willingly forced (if that makes sense) to watch all of them. Now I'm obsessed and feel the need to write a fic. I'm horrible writer so read at your own risk.

Legal Crap: I own jack shit (where does that phrase come from?) so don't sue me… actually the character I own is mine. If you can't figure out which one she is then wow.

Warning: This fic contains a plethora of words which might be considered offensive, as you can tell from the disclaimer. Again, read at your own risk.

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It was time. The plan would be put to action and she'd escape.

Her keen ears picked up the sound of an approaching guard. The rubber soles of his shoes squeaked slightly as he neared the door into her white room. It was now or never.

The loud howls, wails, and screams of pain filled the little white cell of a room. The guard's feet pounded down the hall and he stopped in front of the young woman's door. Looking through the window he saw her on the floor writhing in pain.

His card slipped through the lock on the door. A loud beep reached the girl's ears as she continued to writhe and howl. She was being so loud it wouldn't have been a surprise if the entire building heard her.

The guard knelt down beside her and frantically tried to find the problem. The girl kicked and screamed, thrashing her limbs around wildly. All it took was one deft movement.

Suddenly, she stopped screaming and howling, dropping the act completely. The guard's eyes widened as he looked at his gun and the girl holding it.

She jumped up, keeping the gun pointed at his head. For a moment the guard had a surge of fear but it subsided. He was the superior here. He was the one who knew how to work the weapon. This girl was just another one of many inhabitants of the building.

He smiled smugly. "Do you know how to work that thing," he asked the girl.

"Do you really want to find out." She raised an eyebrow at him, keeping the gun pointed directly at his head.

The man didn't say anything. It was possible that this girl did know how to fire the gun. If she did… well the picture wasn't a pretty one.

She walked behind the guard and hit him over head with the butt of the gun. He fell to the floor, unconscious, with a slightly bloody lump forming.

It only took a minute to get the card key and the girl was off again. She didn't care about the security cameras. It would only be a short amount of time until she reached her desired destination.

The sound of alarms and of men running and shouting filled her ears as she ran. The girl knew it wasn't going to be easy to escape but she had to do it. She had to try.

There was a left turn coming up. Shit, she thought the moment she heard the armed guards. A million thoughts ran through her head at once. Maybe I should have taken that moron as a hostage… No, what am I saying? They'd have shot him.

The left turn got closer with every step she took. The girl sped up and was now running at top speed. It was inches away now and the guards had their guns ready.

Closing her eyes, the girl leapt into the air and dived across the opening. The guards caught sight of her and began to fire. Bullets hit the metal wall as the girl landed with a thud.

She had cleared it and landed unharmed. Without a moment's hesitation she was back on her feet and hurtling down the hall towards the elevator doors. Behind her the guards got into position and took aim.

With a ping! the metal doors slid open. The girl got in just as the guards began to open fire again. She breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator began to move up, towards the planet's surface.

The elevator jolted to a stop at the floor she wanted. There was another ping! and the doors slid open. The girl was about to step out and run down the hall but stopped short.

A man with greasy black hair and glasses covering his cold, dark eyes. The man wore a white lab coat and had his hands behind his back. He looked the girl up and down, a slight smile of superiority spread across his face. The very look of this arrogant man made the girl want to hurl. There were two guards behind him, each with a rather large gun.

"Why did you try to escape," the man in lab coat asked. "You know this is your home, Experiment Number 672."

The girl's yellow eyes flashed with resentment. "I thought maybe I'd take a little vacation. You know, go out and see the world before you decided to kill me off, Doctor." The last word was emphasized as she glared at the man.

His arrogant smile widened a little. "How do you expect to rejoin society? They would fear you, reject you." His dark eyes looked her over again. "You're not like normal people, 672. You belong here. Just imagine how people would react to your eyes and tail."

The girl snorted with laughter. "I wouldn't have that problem if it weren't for you, now would I?"

The doctor's smile faltered. "Don't be ungrateful. I gave you a gift," he said, his voice filled with anger. "I turned you from a normal girl into something magnificent."

"You took my life away," the girl shouted, her yellow eyes ablaze. "You took away my chance to do anything other than spend my life in a fucking white room wondering when the next experiment will come." She paused for a moment, he eyes boring into those of the doctor. Her voice was deathly calm when she said, "It's time you paid the price."

Before either of the guards knew what was happening, the girl had knocked the doctor to the floor with a swift kick. It took a second for her to shoot the first guard with the gun she had stolen in her room.

The second guard aimed at her but the girl was too quick. She dropped to the floor, the bullet whizzing over her head. Number 672 pulled the trigger on her own gun and watched as the guard fell to the floor.

Her yellow eyes turned to the doctor who lay on the floor. He was staring up at her, horror struck. This was not supposed to happen. His experiments weren't supposed to revolt. He wasn't supposed to die at the hands of one of his own creations.

The girl stood over the doctor, her eyes filled with an immense hatred. Slowly she raised the gun. "Goodbye Dr. Nash," she said without emotion.