One Year Earlier

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I stood in the middle of the road, weird buildings around me. I know I wasn't home anymore. We were in the future.

"Claire Bennet, take sword and save the world." Hiro tells me, holding the Samaria sword out to me.

"What?! Where are we? When are we?" I ask, not wanting to be alone in this strange new world. I might able to heal instantly, but I was still seventeen years old, and scared out of my mind.

Hiro then points at a building.

"Hotel. Stay there for one year, then board ship "Hunter-Gratzner". Learn. Remember what you were taught." Hiro said, handing me what I guess was money.

I look at the building that I was suppose to stay. I can't stay here…

"But-"

I turn, and Hiro was gone.

"Great…" I muttered, and then I walked towards the Hotel, stripping the sword on my back.

I can do this...

One Year Later

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So here I am. In front of the Hunter-Gratzner. I never been in space before… Or in cyro-sleep. I pray that it's painless, as I read.

"Gettin' on, little lady?" A male voice behind me asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I turn and see a man with red hair, blue eyes and a badge on his jacket. Something told me that he couldn't be trusted.

"Yeah." I answered, "I am."

I didn't say another word, as another man behind him got my attention. He was big… well muscled, caramel colored skinned and dangerous. He was hand cuffed, blindfolded and had a bit in his mouth. I felt sorta sorry for the man.

"What's with him?" I couldn't help but ask.

"That, little lady, is Richard B. Riddick, he's an escaped murderer, so if I was you, I would stay away from him." The cop told me.

I stared at Riddick and then nodded. I have my share of murderers in my life. One almost killed me.

"Right." I just answered and then turned to hurry onboard the ship. I knew this was going to be one hell of a ride…

Riddick's POV

They said most of your brain shuts down in cyro –sleep… All but the animal side… I smell her. And she smells so sweet like honey and blood mixed together… She's also awake. I can hear her stir. Soon… I will learn her name….

Long time before any stops… A long time for something to go wrong…

God, are we there yet? I asked myself for the millionth time. Suddenly the ship shook.

I look out my tube and I see flashing lights. Something was wrong. I reach up and pull the release. I crumb to the ground and I sit up. I glance around and saw, the cop, Johns hit his release and fell to the floor as I have, almost on top of me.

"What the hell going on?!" I ask Johns, pushing him off of me, but before he could answer, the ship suddenly ripped apart. Screaming, I grab onto a beam and hold on for dear life, as the ship rips in front of me. Suddenly I wished I was back home, when things were simpler. Something hard then hit me and I black out.

When I wake, I heard voices of people calling out names.

"Hey, are you alright?" A young boy asks me, kneeling next to me.

"I'm fine." I tell him, noticing some blood on my tank top and black jeans from the cut on my neck and leg. My ankle was broken, but I didn't want to freak the kid out by sitting it back in place in front of him.

"Can you get something to clean myself up? Maybe a first aid kit?" I then ask the kid.

"Sure." He says with a smile and then gets up, searching for the kit.

Once he left, I grabbed my foot and slow took the boot off. I wince at the sight of it before grabbing and sitting my ankle.

"Here you go." The kid said, watching me tie my boots.

"Thanks." I took the kit and opened it. My wounds were already healed before the kid got back, but I made the show of treating them, quickly, wrapping the cut on my leg and cleaning the cut on my neck.

"What's your name?" I then asked the kid after I finish and stood up.

"Jack." He answered, "What's yours?"

I smile.

"Claire."

"Cool sword." Jack tells me, pointing at the thing I was hauling around on my back.

"Thanks."

"Wasn't your ankle broken?" Jack then asked, confused.

"No…" I answered, walking away.

I walked outside with Jack next to me. What I saw was unbelievable. A desert with not only one sun, but three? You're kidding me, right?

Riddick's POV

I can smell her… She's so close… As I'm chained to this beam, I picked up the name of the young woman I could smell.

Claire…

Soon we'll meet Claire…

First, time to leave and have some fun with Willy-Boy…

Don't panic… It's just some killer on the loose, right? Somehow that doesn't comfort me, even if I did have a weapon…

I decided to stay with Jack, Shazza, Zack and Paris, while the others go hunt for water. Zack out digging graves for the bodies, while Paris our watch. Some watcher… Up there, getting drunk. I hope he falls off.

Jack and Shazza were inside, fixing something. I didn't ask, as I wandered outside, and leaned against the ship.

Hiro, how the hell could you leave me here? I ask myself, missing the cool wind through my hair.

I suddenly hear gunshots. I jump to my feet and run towards the sound, to see Shazza covered in blood.

"I thought it was him! I thought it was Riddick!"

Riddick's POV

I tip back the bottle as I waited for Paris to scamper off the top of the ship. I made myself at home. I was about to put the bottle to my lips, when I saw her. She was beautiful…

She stood towards the suns with her eyes closed, her blonde hair tumbling down her back in a loose ponytail, her skin kissed by the suns… And she had legs that went on forever…

The gun shot woke me from my daze as I watched her run towards the sound.

Suckers. I thought as I jumped down from the ship, still thirsty.

I stay with Jack as Zeke dragged the body of the survivor away.

"You think they'll find him?" Jack asks me.

I shrugged, "Maybe." I just answered. I then stood up. "I'll be back, ok?" I tell him, before I left. I needed to clear my head, so I thought I would check on Zeke.

When I got to the hole, I suddenly saw Zeke get pulled in and starts screaming.

"ZEKE!" I scream, jumping into the hole and trying to pull him out. I'm suddenly pulled in, and feel teeth eating my hands. I look up and see Riddick, watching. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't let go.

"Are you just going to sit there?!" I screamed the first thing that came to mind as I felt something pull me in and felt more pain.

Suddenly something is pulling me away and I'm lifted into a pair of muscled arms. Riddick carried me away from the hole and sits me on the ground. He then tries to grab my damaged hands.

"I'm fine!" I tell him, watching the look on his face, as he watched my hands heal. I quickly pull my hands back.

"Now you know my secret." I whisper.

"ZEKE!!!" Shazza screams before looking at Riddick. Riddick then takes off running.

"Wait!" I yelled at Riddick, suddenly confused why he pulled me out.

"Claire! Are you alright?" Jack asked, noticing the blood.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I answered shortly, back on my feet, noticing Johns jump out and tackles Riddick. He pulls off his goggles and beat him to the ground, as Shazza kicks him in the head.

"Stop!" I scream at them, grabbing Johns, while Fry grabs Shazza.

"You stay out of this, little girl." John hisses at me, pushing me to the ground and then grabs Riddick, who wasn't moving and drags him towards the ship.

I glared at Johns as Jack helps me back to me feet. The thought then came across my mind… Why did he help me and didn't kill me when he had the chance?