A/N: So this will be my first Pitch Black fic. Re-edited, reposted and hopefully you'll enjoy it!

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is a copy of the DVD an I aint sellin it! ;D

Prologue

Background Info:

I haven't seen The Chronicles of Riddick yet, so lets pretend it hasn't happened. Riddick was 33 in Pitch Black, Jack was 14. I'm just going with my own ideas here; so don't get furious over the ages and what not.

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Set seven years after P.B, Riddick and Jack are on New Mecca having visited the holy man, and fellow survivor Imam.

Rumors are flying around though; about a ruthless murderer – practically Riddick's equal – being caught and on their way to be locked up in the slam on Zodia, twenty three days away from Helion. Zodia being almost as intolerable as the universally and infamously known Crematoria.

Riddick wouldn't care less, if it weren't for the fact that this killer was spotted in New Mecca only days after they arrived on the planet and Jacks pretty sure the criminal in question, saved her from being carted off and sold to mercs, when she wandered off into a market without Riddick's knowledge, unarmed.

What our anti-hero finds even more interesting is that the prisoner did him more than the one favour. They murdered Toombs and a horde of thirty other mercs on New Mecca in the final massacre that brought them down, and got them caught, the following day of Jacks ass being saved.

So, naturally, Riddick wants to meet this killer, Jacks 'guardian angel' and find out just how tough the fucker is.

Trouble is. He's in for a real shock that involves his past, all of 22 years ago…

Chapter 1

Jacks POV.

Stay indoors. Stay indoors! Is he crazy? Okay, so that was a stupid question, because sometimes with Riddick, you can never tell. Although sometimes, just out of boredom, I have chased the possibilities. But then I guess I'd be just as equally crazy wouldn't I?

There was no way, on a day when the sun was shining as brightly as today, that I was gonna stay indoors like a good little 'tag along' and read some boring book of Imam's. Hell no!

So now, here I am. In the biggest bazaar I have ever laid my eyes upon. I figured we needed some new gear. You know, like clothes, maybe weapons…

God this weather is brilliant. I've actually got my hair down for a change. So much better than the buzz cut I had back on the Hunter-Gratzner when I was faking myself as a boy. Spose I should find Riddick a shiv or two. I know how much he loves those…

End Jack's POV

Pushing her way through the market, Jack had a fair idea of what she was after and within ten minutes of being there; she'd already bought herself and her male companion a few decent pairs of cargo pants, tank tops and t-shirts. Black of course. But if black wasn't an option for her, khaki or dark grey would do too.

Half an hour later, she was stood in awe in front of a weapons stall. 'A very closely guarded weapons stall…' she mentally noted at the four men dressed in traditional Muslim attire, holding rather large and mean looking blades. So with the most innocent looking smile she could summon, Jack approached the stall and was soon happily chatting away with the tough looking salesman about specific weapon impact and prices.

A beauty of a double-edged axe coated in some almost indestructible metal she couldn't care to remember was presented to her, but disappointedly, she had turned it down. She just didn't have enough to splash out on weaponry that sophisticated. She hadn't a clue how to handle it either, but it would've been a great present for Riddick. Shivs and plain old hand to hand combat were her best to fight with. Guns weren't completely out of question either.

In the end she settled on two blades and a shiv that she would pick up later on, after she had dropped off all the groceries and clothes she'd bought. 'Damn is this bag heavy.' She cursed inwardly. 'Sure I'm carryin half my weight in food an fuckin clothes here.' Shifting the strap of the bag over her shoulder and tightening her grip on the other bag that was straining her left arm, she wandered around aimlessly until she came to another weapons stand. Oblivious the several pairs of leering and dangerous eyes watching her every move.

"Good day to you." Greeted the owner, with a toothy smile. Some of his teeth were black, and some missing which made his appearance rather comical.

"Hey." She smiled, as her eyes roamed over the various knives and swords spread before her. Something to her right made the hairs on the back of her neck snap to attention and discretely under hooded eyes, she scanned her surroundings. 'Damn.' It finally clicked. She'd felt eyes on her most of the afternoon but this was different. To her far right she glimpsed him. "Mercs…" She muttered angrily to herself. She'd let her guard down and now she was in trouble. She was vulnerable.

Reaching a hand down to where her belt secured itself around her hips, Jack fumbled for a shiv, only to realise she'd ventured out unarmed. 'Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck…oh crap I'm in trouble!' Keeping a calm exterior, she looked up briefly to see the stall owner yapping away to another customer, and slowly she turned to her left only to snap back to face the stall again. "Shit!" She breathed. Another merc to her left had spotted her.

Swallowing hard she tightened her grip on the bag in her hand and looked to her right. No mercs. 'Thank fuck!' Turning fully to her right she made long swift strides through the thick of the crowds, ducking and weaving her way about. But she could feel them tailing her.

Breaking into a run, Jack shot through the streets, pushing past people furiously to find a break and escape, when suddenly she found herself running down alley. Dead end. "Shit!" Turning back in the direction she'd come, Jack collided with the barrel of a gun. She felt herself slowly being backed up against a wall as the bags she was laden with dropped to the floor.

"Now what's a pretty lil thing like yourself doin runnin around on your own, eh?" A sickening leer on the face of the fat, balding merc that had her pinned made Jack's stomach twist. His eyes menacingly roaming over her body with appreciation as he pressed the gun into her chest. "Look-ee here boys, I got us a treat." Her eyes widening, Jack fought the impulse to snap this guy's neck knowing full well that in doing so, she'd wind up with a blade or bullet in her side from one of the other mercs that now appeared to be surrounding her.

"Well this is a treat." Sneered another, a skinny, rather scrawny looking merc with ragged blonde hair licked his lips and pressed a blade beneath her chin into the soft flesh of her throat. "Worth a pretty penny I'd say." The other five mercs nodded and jeered their approval as Jack bit her bottom lip, a venomous glare piercing the one with blade aimed ready to slit her throat if she made a wrong move.

'Damnit, why didn't I listen to Riddick?' She groaned, but her face kept neutral as the one with the gun in her chest dropped his aim and backed off a little, allowing the merc with the blade to advance. Big mistake.

Kicking him in the balls, Jack grabbed his knife and plunged it into his stomach dragging it upwards before the others realised what was going on. Slamming the body forward into the group, she swung her leg around in a crescent kick and took out two of the other mercs with the powerful drive, when the feel of cold metal against the back of her neck made her freeze. Dropping her blood soaked hands to her sides, Jack watched as six more mercs appeared around her. She was completely outnumbered. Two from the first round, now seven more including the one who had her trapped from behind. "Shit." Her body tensed for the attack.

But it never came. As suddenly a dark figure dropped from the rooftops of one the buildings surrounding them, and pumped bullets into the merc that held the knife to her spine. She heard the body crumple to the ground, and glancing over her shoulder, Jack felt a little fear creep over her. Her saviour's shot was dead on. Bullets in both eye sockets…or where there used to be and one direct to the forehead. "Talk about overkill…" She muttered, turning back to the fight that ensued ahead of her.

Expecting to see Riddick, Jacks breath caught at the far slimmer hooded figure, tearing the mercs that had attacked her, limb from limb. Their screams tattooing themselves into her memory as the figure beat down on them skilfully without effort.

It was over in a matter of seconds, blood pooling at her feet, as the bodies lay strewn across the once quiet alley.

"You alright?" Jacks eyes snapped to her rescuer, and she nodded dumbly. She couldn't make out whether the voice was male or female, and the face was well concealed by the shadow of the hood. "You were doin pretty good yourself. But I didn't see a good out come on your behalf." Whoever it was, wasn't local. "Keep your ass safe next time, got it?" Jack frowned, but though better of making a smart-ass remark.

Before she could jump a quick fire round of questions, the figure, leapt up onto a ledge and propelled themselves back up onto the rooftop, leaving Jack to stand with her un voiced curiosity and thanks.

"Uh…later?" She muttered to herself, grabbing her bags, and she ran. Not looking back once, Jack shot off in the direction Imam's on strong sturdy legs, before anyone else arrived on the scene. 'Riddick's gonna kick my ass…' She groaned with an outward wince as she once again forced her way past the busy body people.

Next chapter up soon!

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