Johns was about to say something until another set of footsteps being heard urging him to turn to it. I took the distraction off me to make my escape from Mr. Johns arms towards the light. Oh for fuck sakes, to freaking bright. Scanning the people that survived the horrific accident; an Arab with three charges, a snotty man by the way he held his form huffing and puffing about not flying couch ever again, the two people who helped me, a teenage boy, Johns and a woman crew member who stepped into the light, myself and Riddick. What a fucked up family. I stepped back onto the deck to hide in the darkness of the wreckage. All of the brightness was giving me a headache. Walking through the deck back towards where my cryo chamber is, I thought of what I saw. Something lurks here or the black mist would have gone. The black mist surrounds us as far as I could see. Death coats the ground in a thick blanket.

Pushing the black mist to the far corner of my mind I reached my cryo chamber, I crawled into it. Everything that I own is in a small storage locker to the right bottom compartment. Upon opening it, I was greeted with a brown leather messenger bag inside was rolled up pair of clothes, woman products, small sewing kit, wad of cash, music player, couple of granola bars and identification. Another little thought crossed my mind or more likely a tall tanned man. Richard B. Riddick. Riddick was still a person and being chained up as if we were back in the darker ages when men were Gladiators on that planet Earth. I started to crawl back out of the chamber but I was halted by a pair of legs stopping my progress. Looking underneath my arm then slowly yet awkwardly to see who was the person that stopped me. A pair of black cargo pants entered my field of vision and as I followed upwards, noticed that it was Riddick that was behind me.

Even before I can gulp, he had snatched my arm yanking me up to him. His body was flushed mine as I just stood there. I didn't even feel myself shake in fear. I was too engrossed by the close proximity of him. My body was humming in excitement. His head was moving over my collar bone and the crook of my neck. My breath came ragged since I felt his lips close. "You should be scared."

"I fear no man."

"So I have heard. I should kill you."

I turn my head to look up at the black goggles which he has over his eyes. "I don't fear death nor man. Death is always a constant company in my life. It does not scare me."

"Interesting."

Looking up at the man whose chest up against mine. His black goggles making it hard to the read the man. This man was a pure two leg predator. If I listened close enough I could hear his caged animal prowling, stalking underneath this man's exterior. It wasn't even an blink of an eye when I no longer felt his heat nor his breath. I looked around to see if I could find him though it seems that Riddick was long gone. My body still purred from his body. It was brought the excitement tenfold. A slight shiver ran down my spine as I remember how close his body was to mine. Breaking out of my trance, I left the cryo chamber to where the other survivors were.

I was introduced to Jack, Imam and his charges, Zeke, Shazza, Paris, and lastly Carolyn at the entrance of the ship wreck. All of them were clamoring for weapons that definitely needed to belong in a museum and not in Paris's antiquities. Shazza, the lady that helped me out of my cryo chamber, tried to hand me what looked like a long stick with a dinosaur tooth attached to it but I respectfully declined. "You need to something to protect yourself. I don't want something bad happening to you with that convict on the loose."

My head just shook, "No thank you. If it is my time, it is my time."

"Something a young lady like yourself should not say, you are much to young to say things," Imam says.

"We are all dying. From the minute that we are born, we are dying," leaving the little area where they had congregated. I am sure nobody really cared for my little speech. Man, I am such a morbid person. Some screws finally let loose. The brain to mouth filter has left the station.

I didn't really care for what they were saying about Riddick but I did hear Johns little end speech, "Maybe to take what you got. Maybe to work your nerves. Or maybe to just come back and skull-fuck you in your sleep."

"He sounds like a charmer," at that time I turned half way showing that I was that I was paying attention.

"At least he has more honor than you do Johns" with that I just walked out of the shipwreck to head towards a little shaded area under the wings not listening to the people coming out of the ship.

I watched them in silence. Studying everybody's moves. Being the outcast of the family has taught me to read body language. Shazza and Zeke were hard workers. I could tell that Shazza is scared but has a tough woman exterior and Zeke is cracking would hurt someone without meaning too. He is too spooked. Jack was very easy to read. The teen is ever the eager puppy but keeps himself closed off. Imam and the four Arabic boys are humble. Paris is scared out of his wits. And our newly promoted captain Carolyn is just sitting in the door of the crashed ship like she is deciding what should be done but I could tell she is holding her tongue so that she does not spill her guts.

Having this curse, is sometimes a burden. Seeing that some of the people before me are going to die after surviving. They had no idea that standing next to them was Death. Death was working on the little hand held. I wanted nothing more than to change the outcome of these people demises but I knew that if you try to change Fates design, you will cause more harm than good. I tried to change only one path and that ended up a horrible disaster.

Breaking my thoughts on things that should stay in the past if I wanted to pass this blanket of black ooze. There was talk about leaving to search for water before nightfall but I noticed something different about my eye sight. I wanted to place my thoughts into group session when Paris comes running around the wing aircraft. "You should come see this."

It wasn't much of a scramble more like a hurried walk to see what the mousy man has discovered. "Three suns?"

There was a bluish tint to show the newly arrived sun. The arrival of the third sun made the other two just as beautiful. It reminded myself of a dancing flame in front of me. The combination of the red, orange and the blue was a magnificent sight to behold. Even through my thoughts of the dancing flames, the black mist still heavily coat the land. "Why do you coat the land like black ooze?" I thought out loud.

Johns looked at me as I said those words. To his eyes, there was no black ooze, just endless blistering desert. I moved out of the sun back underneath the wing. There was talk about looking for water and that water should be towards the blue sun. I wouldn't be much help to the people that wanted to leave to search for water so I decided to help Zeke to the best of my abilities since I knew that Paris was not much help. Zeke thought it would be the humane thing to do was to bury the dead. Not just one person should have the burden to bury the lost souls so I thought it would be best that I helped the man to carry the burden. I grabbed the strap that Zeke tied to the makeshift sled. I didn't bother to listen to what little mousy man was saying to Zeke. Paris was sitting underneath the umbrella. This man was lounging sipping alcohol with his little fan. Even though I lived the life of luxury, it didn't contaminate me with such ways. As I helped the Australian speaking man, I thought of the life that I had.

My parents were wealthy people by long history of business. The parties that they hosted to outdo the others that were wealthy. The clothes that were extravagant as the next. The jewelry it self cost as much as 6 peoples income for the year. My mother sent myself and my brother off to learn proper etiquette. Years had passed and I was by that time twelve years of age when I walked through the 'lower' class. These people didn't have enough food to feed there own children let alone themselves. I could see young children bones and skins because they didn't have enough nutrition. I went up to these children to ask about there lives, it was the look of helplessness. These children wanted to live and be something. Even though there bodies were young, there eyes held so much. I looked at these children's black mist. It was weak but it indicated that these children needed more than what I had. I asked for those children to take me to their mother. Once I met their mother, I gave them all that I had on my person.

It was that day that I gave as much as I could to help others. The life of the luxury was not that great but giving to others was something that I would not forget. The luxurious and the everybody else was the same. We are all flesh and bone. I didn't flaunt the money that my family had. It was pointless. Seeing Paris sitting up there talking about luxuries was something that set my teeth on edge. I was brought to the present when I looked to see that Zeke was crawling out of the makeshift burial with the gun that Johns had given him. I started to follow the man out of the burial hole when I heard rocks sliding behind me. I peeked underneath tarp that Zeke had hung. I saw a grey like tail or at least that I thought was a tail wrap around the dead. It dragged the lost soul into the hole with great speed that I would have jumped back down into the burial hole to investigate such things when heard gun shots. My head and body shot straight towards the wreckage to what had happened. Every step that I took, I hoped that nobody was hurt. Skidding to a halt, I saw Shazza had blood splatter all over her face. She tried as much as she could to wipe the blood off her as well as Jack. Paris looked as if he was at his wit's end. Murmuring about seeing somebody get shot. I looked at Zeke who was holding his head in his hands leaning over a dead body that led into a storage container. Zeke would forever have the death of an innocent on his hands. No matter if he thought if it was the convict, he still had killed a living soul. I looked at Zeke carefully. Next to him, naked to any other person, was Death. Death did not evaporate like usual. She was here still. Somebody else was going to die.

I felt my heart lurch into my throat. My eyes scanned over everybody. Paris, Jack, Shazza, and lastly Zeke. Zeke was going to die. I wanted to stop the man from dying. It would bring horrible consequences. I shuddered at the memory of such things. I helped him carry the new lost soul to the burial site. It was then that Zeke noticed the hole. He crawled down into the burial hole reaching for the light that was strapped to his waist band with gun in hand. "Z-Zeke I don't think that is such a good idea."

"Don't worry. I'll be right out," he said with a smile.

"Please Zeke." The man did not hear my plea. He was already climbing into the hole. I jumped in sheer fright when I heard a scream coming from the hole then gun blasts. His legs were kicking around frantically. Fuck the consequences, I thought.