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a/n: Sorry for the exceptionally long delay. Obviously you can tell these chapters are not coming out on a regular schedule. That's probally not going to change, so i thank you for sticking with me. ::: Over 100 reviews? How fucking awesome is that! You guys are super duper cool.

Riddick was getting impatient. That didn't bode well. First, Harry doing impossible things and then comes along a creature named Death. Riddick wanted answers and now. He watched as Harry stilled and took a breath as if readying himself.

"This will go easier if you don't interrupt. I am going to give you an extremely condensed version, 'cause if I don't we will be for a a long time. I can't tell you everything, somethings you will learn over time, and somethings you just can't know. Agreed?"

Riddick tensed. He didn't like being kept in the dark, but he nodded his agreement.

"Alright. Let's start from the beginning. A long time ago in another universe, I was a wizard. I am not sure if you have anything like wizards here, but we could use magic. There was a Dark Lord who wanted to rule the world. He wanted to become immortal and had gone further than anyone that came before him in his quest. He used the most evil and vile magics possible until eventually he came pretty damn close. No human can become immortal, but they can become very very hard to kill.

"Tom Riddle, that was the Dark Lord's name, chose to split his soul and store pieces in containers. While any piece of soul existed, he could not be killed. He was confident in his immortality, that was until a prophecy came about that detailed someone would be born who would defeat him. It became self fulfilling when he tried to kill the baby and ended up killed himself. Well, really it was only his body that was killed. His soul pieces kept him alive until he could find himself a new body. You following along so far?" Harry asked.

Riddck's mind was flying. This was not what he had been expecting. Different universe? Magic? Souls? What the fuck did he know about any of that shit? What he really wanted to know was what the hell it had to do with the man in front of him.

"Well, years passed. The baby grew up and when he was a teenager Tom Riddle gained his body back. The Dark Lord proceeded to wreck havoc on the wizards with his army. Thousands of people were being killed and the world looked to this teenager to save them as he had done as a baby. They pushed the fate of the world on a boy, and being the naive boy he was he accepted. He went on a journey to find and destroy the containers that held the soul pieces and therefore the souls within them.

When it came time to kill Tom Riddle himself, new information came to light. Through making his soul containers, Tom Riddle had weakened his soul so much that it became brittle and broken. When he tried to kill the baby that night, a piece of his soul shattered off and embedded itself into the boy. The only way for that soul piece to be destroyed was by the Dark Lord himself. And so I died. Well, I think that is enough for today. How about you?"

"No that is not enough! What the fuck did that have to do with anything? Nothing of what you just said tells me anything!" Riddick was furious.

"That's true. But I promised to tell you not her." Harry grinned.

"You really are insane, aren't you? What the hell are you talking about?"

"While it's true that I may not be sane, I'm not exactly insane either. And I'm talking about the little eavesdropper." Harry smirked and held up a finger.

Riddick watched as Harry silently stood and walked to the cell door and left. Riddick was confused as he watched the smaller man disappear from view only to hear a scuffle and then Harry returned with a dragging a struggling Kyra behind him by her arm.

"Riddick! What the fuck? Who is this piece of shit? Get him off me!" the woman screeched.

"What's the matter, Kyra?" Riddick growled."I thought you were a new animal?"

Harry tossed the woman to the cell floor as she tried to kick him. "Does she belong to you Riddick? Is she yours?" Riddick looked from Kyra to Harry. If he didn't know any better, Riddick would have thought the last was said with possessiveness.

As he looked at Harry he noticed the mans entire demeanor had changed. Gone was the playful seduction. The man looked at Kyra with a cold menace, like he was imagining the tortures he could heap upon her. Riddick was even more aware that he knew nothing about this man in front of him. Everything about Harry was an enigma, and just as he was getting answers Kyra had to come in and fuck it up.

"She is a child I came across years ago. I saved her life, but for some reason she thinks I owe her. Now she is under the impression she can compete with me because she was able to beat the filth in a place like this." Riddick didn't know why he was explaining. It probably had something to do with the fact that Kyra's death was written across Harry's face. As annoying as she was, Riddick wasn't ready to condemn her yet.

A sudden grin lit Harry's face as he looked down at Kyra who was sliding a shiv from her belt. "Ah, she is a child who needs to learn her place. Well then kiddo, you think you can play with the big boys?" Harry stepped back, arms held wide open."Have at it."

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Kyra face clouded with anger as she quickly glanced from Riddick's expressionless face to Harry's grin, both staring at her waiting for her reaction. When she had come upon the cell, Kyra was surprised to hear Riddick's voice talking to another man. He barely spoke to her and here he was actually have a conversation with someone else. She couldn't hear what they were saying and she tried to silently creep closer, when all of a sudden the smug bastard had grabbed her and drug her into the cell.

It had hurt her pride being handled like some defenseless girl, and then to hear Riddick call her a child. Was that how he really saw her? Well she would show him, she would show the both of them. Kyra had spent the last five years being trained in the penal system. She hadn't survived so long by being weak.

"Kiddo? You're younger than me, asshole. But if you are looking to die, I can help you," Kyra sneered the the man.

The guy didn't even know how to fight. He stood there with a stupid grin on his face, not even entering a fighting stance. This would be only too easy. With her shiv in hand, she used her speed to dart closer to the small man. Kyra thrust her hand forward, her weapon headed for his unprotected abdomen. Just when she was about to make contact, her wrist was gripped in what felt like a steel trap. Kyra tried to jerk her hand away from the man, but she couldn't move an inch.

"Ah ah ah. Got to try harder than that, kitten." Using her wrist he spun her around shoving her to the center of the cell. "It's okay, precious, I'll give you another chance. Come on, I believe in you. You can do it!"

This guy was really starting to piss her off. He should not have been able to hold her immobile like that. She looked over at Riddick who didn't even spare her a glance, but was staring at the man with something close to amusement, but that couldn't be right. Riddick was never anything but emotionless to anyone.

Kyra charged the man again, her fist aimed for his face. When he caught it she was ready and dropped trying to pull him down with her. The man didn't even budge. Kyra kicked out at his knee cap on to have her foot caught in the mans other hand. He pushed her away again using both her arm and foot, sending her sprawling to the back corner of the cell opposite Riddick.

Kyra stood up rubbing her shoulder. "Poor wittle girl. did you get a boo-boo?"

In her anger anger, Kyra threw her shiv at the man with her good arm, only for it to be caught and shoved in the mans back pocket. "Tsk tsk, cutie. What are you going to do now?"

Fuck. This was not going the way she had imagined. The man wasn't even trying hard. He hadn't even moved from his original spot, and he still had that infuriating grin. I hate this fucking guy. And that's when it hit her. Her last resort weapon, which NEVER failed.

Suddenly she straightened her shoulders pushing out her chest, a seductive grin on her lips and slowly swayed her hips walking towards the man on the other side of the cell. "I guess you're right," she purred,"you win. I wonder what your prize will be."

She was halfway to the man when he smiled and walked towards her. Kyra thought she heard a growling from behind her, but dismissed it in favor of the man in front of her. He was almost close enough to attack with her boot blade, when he put on a burst of speed and knocked her to the ground. A snarl came where once there had been low growls, but they both ignored it.

The man had her pinned below him, his hands on her wrists and his legs pressing hers into the floor but otherwise not touching. "You are pathetic! There is always someone bigger and badder than you, but you are too stupid and prideful to know it. Congratulations, you made it this far. Woop-de-fucking-doo. I could kill you right now and there's nothing you could do about it. Grow the fuck up." The man leaned closer to her ear and whispered. " I know you want him, even if he doesn't. You even think about trying anything, I will slit open your stomach, pull out your entrails and wrap them around your fucking neck. You will beg for death long before I grant it. Do you understand me?"

Kyra did the only thing possible in her situation. She nodded vigorously while sobbing. The hellhound alarm sounded in the back ground. In a moment he was off her and dragging her out of the cell. "You better run along. I have a friend coming by any moment, and he's just not as nice as I am."

Kyra scrambled off the ground and ran as fast as she could towards safety. She was terrified, and the only thought in her head was I'm not going any where near that psycho ever again.

an: thoughts about kyra? I dont like her in the movie, though i give her props for surviving. Its just the way she acts like she could hold a candle to riddicks awesome-ness. I'm trying to decide if she should come along for the ride.

If you have a moment check out my super short story on the true story of the Deathly Hallows called Beloved of Death. I like it, but i might be biased a bit.