AN: To all my lovely readers/ followers, I'm back, just not how you were probably expecting! While this is outside of my normal Riddick/ River pairing, I am amazed that there has not been one cross-over between Mad Max and Firefly yet. I mean seriously? This has to change. Anyways, hope you all enjoy this short entry at the start of this adventure.

Also, all of this is in good fun/ I don't own any of these wonderful characters (Thank you Joss Whedon and George Miller). I am just borrowing them to play with for a while, so please don't sue me.

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Prologue

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Broken…She was broken. That's how they liked to keep her. Beaten… delusional… chained… caged. Made it harder for her to fight back. It made it easier for them to get what they wanted, what he wanted. He wanted her blood, high octane grade A pure. She was special… his lifeline. His private reserve. And every time he took some, the madness filled her mind.

"Oil wars… Killing for guzzoline."

"Water… running out of water."

"Aqua-cola."

Theoretical impossibility she never could quantify, no matter how many different quantum mechanics she used to try and explain it. She shouldn't have been here. She should have been dead.

"Thermonuclear skirmish…It's sour…Our bones are poisoned."

"We have become half-life."

"The world fell…"

She should have died in the stars… died leading them away from the others. She had grown tired of running. Tired of watching them run and hide. Sleeping with one eye open for hands of blue that would come and strangle her mind. Come at them sideways, sidle up beside them and smile. She didn't want any more blood on her hands, she was already drowning in it.

She had fallen on the pyre… a sacrificial lamb so that the others would live. So that they could stop running. Two by two, she had called them and led them away from the only home she had known.

But that wasn't the end of it. No, whatever cursed being that lived in those heavens that Book had once looked to for guidance, had seen fit to curse her once more. Send her spiraling out of control and into a world she had only read of… a world broken.

In the end it didn't matter though, each of us, in our own way, was broken.

But in this world, it was hard to know who was more crazy:

The girl...or everyone else.

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She hears the door to her cell open and doesn't bother to look. Despite her shattered mind, she knows what time it is… time for his top up. They lower her from the cell and dangle her mid air, the tube in her arm carrying his grade A pure blood. Her mind goes dizzy and the memories of when they found her invade her skull.

She was wandering away from the crash… a small trail of smoke leading up into the sky. Like a gorram beacon, just begging for the scavengers to come and claim her. She was still dazed from the crash when they circled her, but managed to take two out that got too close. But then she felt the electric shock peel through her body and her mind went black.

She didn't know where they took her. She only knew it smelled of grime and oil. She was presented, like a sack of potatoes. Thrown at his feet with her arms and legs chained together. That's the first time she saw him…and heard his mind. She threw up what little there was in her stomach at his feet, the stench of his mind was so rotten and foul.

When they first brought her in, he had thought of breeding her… but when the organic mechanic had gotten his hands on her, he had changed his mind. She was a precious commodity… His precious commodity.

He kept her well fed, but that was more for his gain than hers. He couldn't harvest her blood if she died from starvation. They had tried giving her a bath once, but she had killed the first person to get too close by tearing out his throat with her teeth. Now they knew better, and she lived her days between moments of insanity and delirium, trapped in a cage like they used for the rest of the blood bags.

"River?" Simon's voice echoes in her brain. "Where are you, River?"

Great, here they come again. She screws her eyes shut and hopes she passes out soon. The voices that claw at her, worming their way into the back matter of her brain… the one's manifested by her guilt.

"Why did you leave us, River?" The Captain asks. "Is that you Albatross?"

Thankfully, she passes out not long after.

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She hears them crying in her dreams. Hears them screaming and wailing as he abuses them. His property. His things. They invade her mind with their whimpers.

"We are not things." They chant over and over. He never listens.

She wants to help them… wants more than anything to beat him into a bloody pulp. Her mind and body scream with the injustice of it all. At the rotted and rusted twisted metal that keeps her in place. She hates him more than anything. More than the hands of blue, more than the Academy, more than Reavers. She hates Immortan Joe with every fiber of her being.

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When she wakes up, something is… different. There's an energy, an electricity. It's stimulating every nerve in on her body. Something is coming… something is changing. She just doesn't know what yet.

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AN: So it's short, but I hope you guys enjoyed this. I am still fleshing things out, and as always, any feedback (positive or negative) is always appreciated. Until' next time. ;)