The Warning

It was dark...pitch black. Why wasn't her shine job working? What was that? She knew what it was...the faint sound quickly became the roaring of thousands of demon wings flapping. She was on the planet again. Jack's breath came ragged and shallow. They were so close she could feel them. The fear in the air was nearly tangible. She wanted to die, she prayed for the beasts to take her quickly, to end her helplessness.

Jack danced in futile circles trying desperately to get her bearings in the darkness that enveloped her.

Suddenly a light crackled to life, she turned to see where it came from. A face. Goggles, strong, defined, masculine features. Her mind was reeling but slowly the plains of the face formed and focused creating the one she knew so well...Riddick.

"Riddick! Help me!" She pleaded.

There was no response; he turned his back to her. Jack's already rapid breathing increased. She moved closer trying to reach for Riddick but he was untouchable and that's when she saw it...or rather saw her. Plain as day it was a young girl, her head shaved, so familiar...it was Jack. Riddick moved closer to the young girl. Jack called to Riddick again but there was no response.

The young girl looked Jack in the eyes, "Beware those closest to you, Jackie. They'll be the end of you." The voice was her own.

Jack wanted to run to her younger self, save her from the beasts that swirled over head but before any moves could be made it happened. In a lightening fast move the girl's eyes went wide with surprise and pain, her hands shooting up to her throat. Jack watched as the black liquid spilled from the precise slit in the girl's throat.

Suddenly Jack had no clue what to do. She couldn't move, confusion clouding her entire being. Riddick turned to face her. The face of death with all its white teeth looking directly at her. The wings of those black devils emerging from behind Riddick's back. He was one of them. He was a beast. He killed her. He was her death.

Jack stood still..."Riddick?" she barely squeaked.

"Die Jack!" There was a blur of motion, blood and screeches...

Jack awoke with a start bolting straight up in her bed, her breathing labored. The room smelled of blood, her blood. Jack was going to puke. Leaning over the bed she emptied her stomach onto the floor. After a moment Jack regained some of her composure. She rolled her head from side to side trying to shake her gitters.

He killed her. She was dead. There was no doubt what this meant. This was a direct message from her instincts, the ones she'd been trying to ignore since she and Riddick had become so close.

He's too close. He'll kill you. He already has.

Jack knew what had to be done, he had to be killed before the warning she was given came true. How could she though? Riddick had become something she almost...needed. And that was why everything between the two had to be terminated.

DO IT! GET IT OVER WITH!

Jack reached into her dresser, grabbing the familiar weight of her shiv. Ever so quietly Jack leaned over Riddick's prone, sleeping form. She steadily placed the razor sharp blade of her shiv against Riddick's throat.

DO IT!

"An eye for an eye. Goodbye Richard B. Riddick."

The slice was nearly effortless.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've returned! I'm not sure anyone was really still hanging on for this. It's been many years since I've written…far TOO many but I'm back!!! Be prepared to be shaken up. There are so many questions to be answered in the upcoming chapters and you will be stunned. I'm working really hard on this one. This story has always been my pride and joy. I'm trying to keep the continuity of this story going…when I started this story I was very young and since then I've grown, I've gained life experience and I'm hoping the ending to this story will be an amazing one, an improved one, and one that will keep you wanting more. Thank you to all of you who are to this day asking when I'll finish…the time has come. Stay tuned. The next chapter is already in the works And as always, please review.

-DevilWithTheAngelWingsOn