Disclaimer: I do not own the storyline or characters; they belong to the movie Pitch Black.

Authors Note: I would really appreciate it if you could R&R my new piece of fan fiction.

Carolyn Fry has survived. It has been five years and still she is stuck on the same dead planet that she had crashed landed on all those years before. Yet, Fry has changed.

Carolyn fry stared at power cells before her, the power cells that she had reconstructed over the five years that she was stuck on the dead planet. It had taken her a long time, almost too long. Momentarily lost in thought, Fry rubbed the spot in her back that was permanently scarred by one of those damn creatures many years ago.

Amazingly that night that she had been taken away, she had remembered the torch she had placed in her pocket. Feeling that she was going to die anyway, she had awkwardly grabbed it and shinned it over her shoulder. This had sent the creature into a crazed frenzy and caused it to drop her-thankfully- near some of the buildings that they had left in search of the ship a half hour beforehand. It was there that Fry had crawled into the corner of the outside building, not wishing to enter a place that could quite possibly be filled with more aliens, and kept the torch shinning around her for the remainder of the eclipse which thankfully only lasted another hour or so.

An hour of complete hell.

Switching on a few buttons, the machine's lights came on, which caused Carolyn to laugh in excitement. This was only to be short lived when the ship made a couple of sputtering noises and all power went dead.

Fry kicked the side of the hull in frustration. Her hair, which had grown below her shoulders, suddenly wrapped itself almost menacingly around her face. Fry could feel the determination drain from her body, like it had last year when she had unsuccessfully tried to kill herself.

No....

She had to leave this place, this is not where she was going to die; she was too good for this hell hole. She quickly grabbed her tools and once again began repairing all of the damage that the ship had accumulated, to Fry, it never seemed to help.

Many might have wondered how Carolyn Fry survived on this god forsaken planet with no food in sight, it was quite simple really. The creatures that were once the hunters now became the hunted.

Fry had smiled to herself many times when she thought of Riddick and what he would have said if he saw her now. Though that wasn't possibly going to happen, he thought she was dead. Everybody did.

And they would be half true.

She did die on this planet. Every time she hunted one of those creatures and ate from their scaly bodies her senses would improve dramatically and so would her abilities to fight, causing her to become less human every time.

She didn't know what these creatures had in their blood that caused the cells to change, but she could feel it altering her even now. And that was why she couldn't kill herself, the human side was getting weaker, but the animal in her instinctively wanted to live.

Many a night Fry would wake up in a sweat from having the same nightmare. In these dreams of hers the creatures would call her name almost in a rhythmic chant and she got the odd feeling that they knew her, wanted her. It scared the crap out of her.

That was also another reason for her wanting to leave this planet in a hurry, because she got the feeling that soon she might not be able to resist them.

Looking out of the cargo ships window, Fry momentarily forgot where she was until she noticed the three overpowering suns which constantly remained in place. Getting off the bunker that she had created for herself in the cockpit, she felt her stomach lurch from lack of food.

No, if I eat them I'll just end up becoming one of them.

The thought of eating those beasts wanted to make Carolyn vomit, they tasted like shit. Though for now they would just have to do, especially if she wanted to leave this planet alive.

Grabbing her long rifle/blow torch she headed out towards the hole, the place the creatures lived. Hunting these things for food was becoming a habit of hers; she had even made a larger hole to accommodate her size so that she no longer had to crawl through the entrance.

As she made her way through the tunnel, she overheard sounds of scuttling not to far ahead.

'Shit. They're supposed to be hibernating.'

Loading her gun, Fry placed her back against the wall and took slow steps until she was in the center of the nest. It would have looked empty to the everyday eye, but Fry could make out the movements of the creatures in the shadows.

One of the aliens took its chances in the light to grab her.

Quickly rolling onto the floor as the monster jumped at her, Fry used her leg muscles to push the alien hard in the chest causing it to fly back against the wall creating a loud shudder through the cave.

Another, becoming cockier jumped out of the shadows and tried to pierce her in the stomach while she was still down. Rolling from side to side, she dodged the blows all the while positioning her self for the next attack. Grabbing the monster between her legs, she threw it over herself and in the process got back onto her two feet.

Aiming the gun at the surprised creature on the floor, she suddenly paused. Thoughts entered her mind. A voice unlike her own entered her head; it had a hypnotic ring to it, quite melodic.

We don't want to hurt you. We just want to help you.

The hell you will.

We will, we all will.

No! Shut up! Just get out of my head!

Fry shook her head of the thoughts, all the while not noticing the creature getting back onto its feet. The creature made a small screeching sound, which fortunately brought Fry back to reality.

Moving at a speed of no ordinary human, she positioned the gun once again and fired at the alien causing it to land hard against the floor.

She could here the others being aroused by the scent of blood; they would be there in less then a minute. Quickly grabbing the carcass, Fry dragged it quickly out of the hole making a run for the ship while still holding onto the creature. That was one of the many things she had received after eating those damn things, unusual bodily strength. Now it was possible for her to lift something up that was twice her weight, and it still felt like she was carrying nothing.

Her stomach made another protest and she smiled thinly.

'Dinner tonight.'

Okay, so that was my first chapter. Nothing really eventful happened yet, though it will in the next chapter. I promise. I just wanted to make a point that by eating these creatures for five years straight (poor girl) Fry has changed, developing more animal instincts.