His ship was warmer then usual. His chest burned with the need for oxygen. Riddick bolted up in his seat, sweat covering his body. It was her again, the woman he'd seen before he left Imam and Jack. She had warned him that danger was coming if he didn't leave.

"Riddick…" she nodded slightly, regarding him with wide blue eyes. The darkest blue he had ever seen, almost electric.

"You…" her lips smiled, a beautiful thing.

"Yes…Riddick, it is me. There is a deeper meaning to this mission then you know." Behind her, the Furyan landscape stretched out into eternity.

"There is no deepness. I'm going to kill everyone who touched her."

"Why? Because she is yours? My dear, I am afraid you still have not embraced what is in you."

"What?" Riddick looked at her, curious. An odd peace was washing over him, as it always had when she told him things. Warned him, told him when she run and when to fight.

"Listen closely Riddick. You have a beast within you. It is your animal side. Something our people have had since time began, through history we have learned to assimilate with it, control it, embrace it, nurture it. You were not raised under the training that all Furyans are. You were not taught. It is up to you to embrace the beast before it rips you from the inside."

"I have controlled it."

"You have kept it sated, that is all. But one day it will call for more blood and it will be a price too high for you to pay. But this is not all I have come to warn you about." Riddick felt his heart beat faster as she walked towards him, her skin the same tan as his, the gate in her walk told of long battles and restless nights. His kind of woman. But she wasn't here, wasn't alive anymore. If Riddick believed in any kind of god, she was his. "Jack is safe, for now."

"How do you know that?" another smile, slow and drawn out.

"You think of me as a god. I know you're thoughts, do not look so surprised. Your people worshipped many gods, gods who's times have all past. I am all that is left. I am what the Furyans called Aleta. The truthful one. I am Fate."

"I always thought we made our own fate."

"Oh, humans do decided which paths to take but I am the one who decides what choices those paths will have. I am the last goddess of your people Richard. You are one of the last living Furyan males. We are scattered throughout the universe. Jack will lead you to another of our kind."

"How will I know if he's a Furyan?" the woman smiled.

"Have faith, my dear Riddick, you'll know. I will keep Jack safe. But you must hurry. Time runs thin for her." She placed her hand upon his chest and her lips on his and melted into his being. Riddick had never felt such peace and certainty.

Riddick slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the dimness of the cabin. Very rarely did he wake peacefully from dreams, his chest was still warm, his lips still burned. But something was wrong. The screens at his helm were flashing in and out, changing coordinates by themselves. The ship picked up speed he didn't know it had. This was insane. Ships didn't move by themselves but he hadn't touched anything. What the hell was going on?

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Jack had fallen asleep, left alone for so long. She had time to take a shower, even read some of the books that were stored on a bookshelf.

The loud buzz of the door jerked her awake. The vidscreen showed only Johns. She shivered once more at the name, a natural reason to be cautious. The door slid open and she saw he carried a tray.

"Huh?"

"If you don't want to eat, I can always take this back to the galley." He smirked at her. Those blue eyes haunted her.

"No um…thank you…" She took the tray from him.

"It's going to be a few days to get where we're going. People can't live without food." He looked down at her and noticed how green her eyes were. Saw the distrust behind them. "Of course I could just starve you. Weaken your resolve."

"You could. But that wouldn't be very nice." He couldn't help but chuckled.

"What makes you think that I'm a nice person?" those eyes looked too familiar. Jack's smile fell.

"Absolutely nothing." She saw him bite down on the words about to jump from his mouth. "Thank you again." Still looking him in the eye, she pressed the pad and the door slid shut and locked.

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That little bitch had shut the door in his face! He didn't care how cute she was, he was going to kill her once he got the information he needed out of her. Stubborn, arrogant, bitch. It was bad enough that his crew was pissed at him for not letting them have her. They didn't get too many women on board, even as convicts. But when they did, he let the crew do whatever the hell they wanted to them. But he had protected her. If she trusted him, she might be more complacent.

Johns strode into his bathroom, a nice warm shower would help his tension. He leaned his large frame against the wall as the wall poured over him.

"It's either kill or be killed Junior. There's no two ways about it in this job." His father held a gauge out to him, showing him the different parts.

"I'm going to be the greatest merc ever when I grow up Dad. I'll make you really proud." His father ruffled his brown hair, one of the few differences he had from his father.

"I'll be back in a few month Junior, until then take care of your mom. You know how she worries. And once I come back, we're moving to a nice neighborhood off this planet."

"Big payday dad?" even at sixteen, he knew how his father's job went.

"The biggest. A Mr. Richard B. Riddick. He's the end all, be all of convicts and he's gonna pay for a new house and a car for you." His father smiled before putting the gaudge away and walking out of the room.

Johns sighed, it had been five years since he had seen his father. And it didn't take a genius to figure out why. He was going to skin Riddick alive. Maybe he'd even fuck the girl, obviously she meant something to him. He'd do that just to piss him off before he killed him.