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The man spun around and searched the shadows. Only shades of darkness greeted him. He shrugged and continued walking home. He had just finished work and was tired and on edge. He had a strange feeling of being watched.

Riddick eyed the tall, gangly man that walked ahead of him. He kept in the dark shadows of the cool night. The man would have to pay, Riddick thought. He wasn't sure how to go about his first kill. All he saw was rage.

Riddick was still young; he was nineteen years old. He wanted to get revenge. He had raised himself since very young, and he had always lived in poverty. His mother had abandoned him when he was a baby. Since then, he had done various illegal things in order to survive. Most recently Riddick's crime.

Suddenly, Riddick was behind the man and he pulled his carefully handcrafted shiv made of bone. He pressed the weapon forcefully into the man's throat and growled a few words in his gravelly tone.

"You made a big mistake. Now you are gonna pay. Next time know who you are fuckin' with first."

The last thing that Riddick heard before he ripped the knife along his throat was the man begging for his life. Blood ran down Riddick's hand and he laughed a deep, hearty laugh. This felt good…Really good. Riddick smelled the vengeful blood and it became a part of him. He closed himself to emotion. He knew he would never be the same.

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Riddick sat in restraints and observed his surroundings with his heightened senses. It had been seven years since his first kill. Chaos had followed him wherever he went from that point on. His rage became worse, and the number of deaths grew to sickening numbers. A mercenary, by the name of Johns, had devoted himself to tracking Riddick all over the galaxy. As a wanted criminal, he was worth a lot of money, and many a merc wanted to drag his ass to jail. Johns was the one who finally did it. Riddick went to Slam because of him, but he had proved his ability as a criminal by escaping from that nightmare of a prison. Unfortunately for him, his freedom was short-lived. It was squelched by Johns himself...he wondered where he'd be if things had only gone differently. That son of a bitch, Johns, had caught him and delivered him as promised. Now he was on this damn transport ship headed back to maximum security prison on Ursa Luna. He hated to think of going back to "Slam", as the prisoners called it. He remembered the day that he had escaped not too long ago…

The new guard eyed the cell carefully.

"This guy is pretty dangerous, huh?"

He tugged at his collar and swallowed. He was one of the best and that's why he was here to guard the most well known criminal in the galaxy. The other guard laughed at him.

"At least the shifts are only several hours, and most importantly there is a lot of metal between the two of you."

"I doubt bars and restraints can stop him."

As the other guard left, he took his post uncomfortably. A while later he heard a loud popping noise, and then something hit the floor within the room. He turned and tried to see into the dark holding cell. He heard a painful scream and then total silence.
'Hell, what happened in there? Is he dead or something?'
The guard put his fingertip up to the scanner on the wall. The cell door slid open following his entry scan. Still he saw nothing. It was completely black and his fear filled the air.
'Maybe this isn't such a good idea.'

The guard began to back up slowly and started to reseal the door. Suddenly he felt a hard blow on the back of his head and then he blacked out.

Riddick stood over him with his hands no longer behind his back, but in front due to the dislocating stunt that he had used. He grabbed the guard's gun and shot of his restraints. He put a bullet in the guard's head and then left the room.

Riddick was now twenty-six years old, and he was considered a very dangerous criminal…and with good reason.

He stopped in front of the room holding the weapons locker. Riddick ducked into the shadows of the ship as a lieutenant walked out of the door. He slipped into the room without a sound. His eyes glowed as he glanced around the now empty and dark room.

"There she is."

Riddick mumbled as he picked up his shiv that had once been confiscated. He also grabbed several other guns and knives. He slipped his bone carved shiv into his waistband and slipped on his goggles that he had recovered. Then he headed out of the room.

As soon as he stepped into the hallway alarms began to sound and he heard a commotion of panicked soldiers.

"Damn, I guess that's my cue to get the hell out of here."

Riddick glanced around and spotted a vent on the top of the wall. He turned his head sharply.

"Uh…please…hey stop…someone help!"

A rambling guard stood there trying fruitlessly to fix the problem at hand. Riddick lunged at him and took him out at the knees. The guard struggled to compete but soon found himself pinned to the ground with a shiv at his neck.

"Please don't hurt me, please. I have a wife and two kids. Please spare me. I'll do anything." He choked out barely above a whisper.

Riddick breathed in deeply. He loved the smell of pure unadulterated fear. The look in the man's eyes made Riddick even more ready for the kill. He was a sick man and he thought nothing of it.

Riddick plunged his shiv into the man's gut without a second thought. He ripped his skin into shreds and let the blood pour out onto the floor. He wiped his weapon off on his shirt and turned toward the vent. Riddick tore off the metal cover and hoisted himself into the small opening. He replaced the panel and crawled through the tube. He heard people shouting in the halls that he passed.

"We need to find that man! I don't give a fuck how dangerous he is! Someone get Johns on my contact screen. Tell him I've got a job for him that pays a hell of a lot of money."

Riddick heard the statement but continued on. He didn't like the sound of this Johns guy. Probably a filthy merc. Riddick hated mercs and everything they stood for. He hated anyone connected to the law. This Johns guy seemed no different than any other as far as he was concerned. Riddick made a mental note to someday kill this man named Johns.

Riddick stopped dwelling on the events from the past and focused on the problem at hand. Now he knew what Johns was like, unlike before, and he was hoping to never see him again. He knew that if he had escaped from Slam, then he could overtake a pathetic prison transport ship. He wasn't going back. He would do whatever it took to get off the ship that was headed there. All he needed to do was put his plan into action…