Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Black or the characters in Pitch Black. I do own

My story though and my character Alex and anything entailing her.

I give full to credit to where it's deserved and am not taking anyone's ideas

So I would appreciate if you do the same for me

A/N: I know a lot of you were hoping I would update and, in a way I did.

I wasn't exactly happy with the work I did and I definitely knew

I could do better. So I started over and fixed it and pretty much

made it better. I couldn't have done it alone though. So I'd like to thank

the people who helped and gave me the courage to rewrite my story.

So thank you

My beta

(Who well fix this chapter as soon as I can find the email.)

Nina Walker

(Thank you. You where actually the one that made me reread my story and realize I got too exited and made many errors that I shouldn't have so thank you.)

FluidDegree

sesslover1489

(Thank you for reading my story and adding it to your favorites an also thank you for adding me as a favorite author it really boost a persons ego.)

Megan Consoer

mm4ever2gether

opah

(Thank you for being Honest and not to harsh with the criticism.)

BatPhace

(Thank you and I'd have to thank you no matter what you were my first review but I liked that you told me what was wrong with my story.)

And another thanks to the 1098 other people who didn't review but read my story anyway thank you.

The Life of an Innocent Turned Killer

Three hours after sunset if you were in the right place at the right time you would have heard feet pounding and heavy breathing.

A little girl was running as fast as little legs could carry her with tears trailing down her face. Her brown princess curls were in disarray while her white sundress was torn and dirty. She didn't care though all she could think was I have to get away I can't let them hurt me. They where gaining on her she could fell them breathing down her neck. They grabbed her and she screamed…

I woke up with tears mixed with sweat running down my face, and knew I had to get out of here.

Far out in open space where the only thing disturbing the quite was a lone ship, that if you look close enough you could just barely see the markings of the name

Hunter- Gratzner. All seemed well on the outside for now. If you went inside though you would see Hodge podge of people, some traveling willingly and some not. They slept blissfully in their cryo tubes waiting to be awakened unknowing of the danger they were in. For fate had decided only a select few would survive. And this my friends is where the story begins.

They say most of your brain shuts down in cryo sleep. All but the primitive side the animal side.

Transporting with civilians, sounded like forty, forty plus. Heard an Arab voice some some hoodoo holy man. Probley on his way to New Meca, but what route, what route?

Smelt a women, seat, boots, tool belt. Prospector type free settler and they only take the back roads.

And hears my real problem Mr. Johns blue eyed devil planning on taking me back to slam. Only this time he picked a ghost lane long time between stops. Long time for something to go wrong….

So what did you think is it better than my first one review

remember I love constructive criticism