Author's Note: If you haven't seen the newest Riddick movie then don't read this story...simple as that.

Fragile

Santana's prisoner gasped out wildly as she ran, wobbly and unsteady. Somehow she just knew that she wasn't going to get too far. Instantly, agony exploded within her back and she tumbled forward next to some large rocks. Breathing out what she thought was her last breath, the woman collapsed forward and onto her stomach, spitting out blood as the gaping wound in her back gushed torrents of blood.

Lifting her eyes upwards, she could see someone peering down at her from behind the rocks, concealed within the shadows. It was a very dangerous looking man and he was just staring at her through goggles. She couldn't see his eyes because they were covered up by said goggles. The woman lifted up a hand and reached out to him, struggling to breathe properly. She knew she was dying, but she didn't want her life to end now. She wanted to live!

Her eyes slowly fluttered shut and the last thing she saw was the strange man just watching her silently. It felt like she were going to sleep, but she hoped that it was just a nightmare and that she would wake up somewhere peaceful and tranquil. She didn't want this…

When her eyes opened again, she was startled. Sitting up quickly, she moved her eyes in many directions, searching for something. It was dark, but she knew she wasn't alone. Touching her body, she found her gaping wound all healed and closed up. It was a miracle, really.

"You almost died." a deep voice remarked from nearby, causing her to jump slightly.

The woman turned in the direction of where the voice came from and saw that same man from before. He was sitting down on the ground, eating something untellable. The lady was cautious.

"You saved me?" she questioned.

"I saved your life." the man confirmed.

The woman shifted a bit, wincing in mild pain. "Why did you save me?"

"What? No 'thank you'?" he sounded intrigued, a little bit bored.

"Thank you…" the woman muttered out quietly. "Why did you save me? Why didn't you just let me die?"

The man breathed out a heavy sigh before looking at her. It was then that the woman noticed his unusual eyes. "It wasn't your time to go." was all he said in reply.

"It wasn't my time to go?" the female echoed, staring at him with a frown crawling around her facial features. "That's the only reason why you saved me?"

"It's not the only reason."

The woman's frown deepened. "What's the other reason?" she demanded to know, becoming incredibly wary now of the dangerous man.

"I'll let you know…" the man got to his feet and trekked over to her, handing her some kind of meat that wasn't cooked very well. "…when the time comes." He added.

The woman hesitated before taking the offering. She just stared at the food, her stomach upset. The female really didn't feel like eating right now and she was nervous and uneasy about what this other 'reason' would be.

"…what's your name anyway?" the lady wanted to know.

"Riddick."

The woman peered at him, interested by the name. "Riddick?"

The man, Riddick, didn't say any more after that and wended into the darkness, disappearing and leaving her there.

Santana's prisoner was not worried though. She knew that he'd be back.