Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Hey all. I've been writing for YEARS now, and this is my very first Riddick story. I have some warnings for you!
WARNING!! This story contains or WILL contain:
offensive language
explicit sex
Extreme violence and gore
semi-cannibalism (Or, more accurately, eating of human beings).
AU situations (Jack is not Kyra, and the second movie never happened)
Gross, morbid humor

OK then, that's through. By the by, I DON'T OWN ANY CHARACTER FROM RIDDICK'S UNIVERSE....but I created a couple that will appear later on.

I VERY much like feedback, so if you love it/hate it, let me know!

ONE LAST TIME: I DO NOT SKIMP ON THE GORY DETAILS!

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It was then he knew the difference between him and all the 'normal' criminals out there. When he became something less, or more, than a man- perhaps some kind of animal.

Hunger gnawed at him like an old bone and left him weak and powerless to its desires, as he stared down at the body at his feet. The man had come just too close for his sleeping place for comfort; Riddick had awoken with the man's scent filling his throat, crouched just a few feet away. He had been some kind of businessman, perhaps involved in money. Certainly too involved in his cell phone conversation to see his attacker. And it came quick.

With his rational, too human brain shoved to the back of a faraway place, Riddick started the butchery. Someone would see or smell the blood a while from now, but by then the pieces would be long gone. He hefted a still warm organ in his hand, as if testing the gravity around him to make sure he was still sane. The heart smelled faintly of alcohol, of sweet, brand new blood, and- a faint nausea came- fresh meat.

The hunger was there again, having been carefully stowed until now. Riddick leaned over the side of the suspended sidewalk and dry heaved his own saliva until he realized the heart, still in his hands, had been crushed. Now he had to look real hard to identify it as something other than bloody pulp and some tubes. He glanced once more at the body, now in many smaller pieces, and knew a predatory sensation.
After all, he thought as byway of an explanation to the small section of his human mind that hadn't been demolished by his actions…..After all, he thought as he chewed and swallowed his first piece of human, and then his second…..After All, it really isn't cannibalism if you aren't at all human.