Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Pitch Black, or CoR, if I did, Riddick would have gotten some in both movies, and Kyra wouldn't have died. I hope you all like this new fanfic of mine, it just popped into my head one day, so I gave it a chance. Plaese R&R? Enjoy.

Raised by only her father, Tori was taught at a very young age that she would have to defend herself, because no one else would.

Her mother died soon after she was born, and Tori was always told the story as a child. Her mother was a merc, but she wasn't just about the money, she was more about getting the scum of the universe out of the general public. While on the job, she was killed by one of the bounties who decided that he needed to put up one last fight before he was take in. he came in behind her, and murdered her.

After years of hearing this story, Tori lost all trust for anyone, and she hated both convicts and mercs. Convicts for killing her mother, mercs for not protecting her mother.

The anger never really had a face, so she was constantly lashing out at everyone. Fearing that she would either one day hurt herself or someone else by accident, he started to enroll her in fighting classes of every type so she would have a positive outlet for her emotions and energy.

After she became a teenager, she started attending the underground fighting rings, at first just to watch and learn moves that had never been taught to her, and later as a competitor. She wasn't the best right away, but once she gained her "footing" in the ring, she couldn't be stopped. Eventually, she was, as they called it, the leader of the ring, and her reputation became well known.

But, in this circuit, fame isn't everything. once her fame spread far enough, there were plenty of people ready and willing to fight her, just for the chance to regain their fame. She was able to defeat them all, until the last one.

This man moved like the wind, and his hits felt like they were thrown by a level 5 tornado. He had Tori to the ground within a matter of minutes, bleeding from the mouth.

As per her agreement with all of her male competitors, if she won, she gained their respect and would never be challenged by them again, but if they won, they could have her for one night, and do whatever they wanted to her, for however long. Plus, they would gain leadership of her ring as an added bonus.

By the time she was able to leave, she looked like she had been raped, and she felt like it too. and it didn't help that she had been a virgin before hand.

She had just been trying to make it back to the outside world where she could find her way back to her own home, when she fell in the alleyway next to the bar where a certain convict heard a crash, and went to investigate.
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Feeling guilty for leaving the young, idolizing Jack alone on New Mecca with only Imam and his family to watch over her, and craving some human contact after six months of only the stars to accompany him, Riddick sets down on a planet off most mercs radar for a couple of days.

Knowing that his presence makes just about everyone more than a little jumpy, he makes sure that when he stays on a planet known only to ex-convicts, and those just seeking a life without the constant threat of mercs, he only stays as long as necessary so as not to bring any undo danger to them.

But this time, he stayed even less time than he had planned.

After landing, he got his ship re-stocked and decided to go to his favorite bar to have a few belts, and get his human contact.

On the way there, he passed by an alleyway and was startled into looking down the dark, menacing passage by a thunderous crash of a body falling on the antique-looking metal trash cans lining the walls.

The stench from the fermenting garbage wasn't the only thing that filled his nasal cavity, the smell of blood, sex, sweat, and femininity occupied the same air space.

Against his natural instinct of survival and his sense of danger, Riddick ventured down the dark corridor to find the wounded creature that lay down there.

Once he was down the alleyway, Riddick removed his goggles so his shine job could be useful once again. About halfway in, sprawled on the ground, he found a young woman. She couldn't have been more than twenty, not much older than Jack, and she looked like she was a broken rag doll.

He scooped her up into his arms, careful not to hurt her anymore than she already was, and carried her back to his ship.

Riddick, really only trained in medicine from the various broken bones and blade wounds he had accumulated over his many years of survival as an escaped convict, took her to his med bay to do what he could for her.

She had a broken arm, and leg, a black eye, three cracked ribs on each side, bruises all over her face and body, and a concussion. She could barely stay conscious, and she was hemorrhaging from her vagina. It was painfully obvious to Riddick that she had been beaten and raped, and had barely escaped with her life. She had some good muscle tone to her body which showed that she did workout and could possibly have attempted to defend herself, but he wondered if it had been enough for her to do any damage to her assailant.

He did what he could for her so she would either be comfortable, or at least unconscious, for the takeoff. He set her broken bones, wrapped her ribs, and did what he could for the bleeding.

Once she was strapped down to the bed securely, he went to the cockpit and left the planet.

Through all of this he hadn't really thought about what he was doing, he just acted, almost like he had found an old friend or a sister, and he merely went into a protector mode and acted on impulse. But now he was back in the nether reaches of space, and his thoughts centered on the young girl laying in his med bay that would more than likely die rather than survive.

But something nagged at the back of his mind, that little ray of hope that she might actually wake up, and it would all be thanks to him.

Then again, the rest of his mind raced around the thoughts that told him he should do the "humane thing" and ghost her now so she wouldn't have to live with whatever happened to her, as well as the thoughts that at any minute she could give up what fight she had left, and flat line. Then all of his efforts would have been for nothing.

So many people had given up on him throughout the years, and yet one little girl had held the hope that he would return for her on a dark, monster-filled planet, and he had, so now he had begun to develop hope. It was something foreign to him, it was a little unnerving, and it was what he was going to go with.