***Author's Note: I almost want to say this chapter was half-assed because the original was MUCH better than this but somehow my computer screwed up and I lost it so I tried the best I could to salvage it from my memory. Anyways, enjoy and PLEASE review. I need input to know how I'm doing on this story so I know what to work on or keep doing. Thanks!***



*Ghosts Unleashed*

Enigma was awake had been since cryo sleep had kicked in; she knew Riddick was awake without a doubt in her mind. It was time for their inner beasts to come out and play. She wondered what was going on inside his head at that very moment, she figured he was probably wondering the same about her. They'd always been like that since they'd met… always trying to pick the other's brain but always failing. She guessed that was why they'd always been so perfect for each other, they were both too complicated to figure out but they one hell of a time trying. "Who gives a flying rat's ass about him?!" Her beast beginning to show it's self. "You don't fucking need him Enigma. All you'll ever need is yourself… you'll never need him. Don't be weak! No emotions. Don't you ever forget! Remember NO EMOTIONS. Remember, Enigma, remember what happened. Remember it all. NO EMOTIONS! Emotions are for the weak! You are strong; you are a survivor… FUCKING ACT LIKE IT!" The beast within was in full rage.

Suddenly memories rushed over her… she was dreaming of the ghosts of her past again. There they were, Riddick and Enigma, in the heat of a deep space battle. Things were crazy above deck and she knew they needed extra fire power. Enigma rushed to the hull of the ship where a fighter pod was attached she jumped in the pod and prepped it for full on battle. Immediately Enigma began firing left and right taking out every single fighter jet she could see. Within minutes Enigma and Riddick had taken out an entire squad of the Company's finest fighter pilots. They were experts in space combat as well as any other type of combat. The two didn't even have time to breathe before a second squad approached this one more heavily armed. They took out half of the squad and then they put the ship into hyper drive and got the fuck away from there. Just as things were beginning to calm, Enigma felt the fighter pod being purged from the rest of the ship. She tried to power up to dock back onto the ship guessing that the airlock to attach the two had been severed when the alarm sounded letting Enigma know there was zero power in the fighter pod Enigma began screaming into the comm. unit she and Riddick had been using to communicate. After minutes of screaming, Enigma realized that Riddick wasn't coming back for her… he left her… Riddick had left her… left her in the middle of deep space in a dead fighter pod… left her to be captured and sent back to the Slam to rot… left her to the testing they would conduct on her, the torture, the bits and chains, the psychiatric evaluations, the fights, the guards, the murders she'd have to commit to survive, the times she'd have to spend sitting in a shit hole for the murders those murders, left her to die of the heartache he instilled in her.

Enigma jolted up from her dream, her strapping the only thing that held her from slamming herself into the glass before her. Her breath came in ragged gasps; the beast had made her remember again. Remember things she only wished she could rid herself of. That was part of what the beast was… to torment and torture her. Its black claws digging deep into her consciousness. "It's as though there is a real, living, breathing beast that is growing within this child, and someday it will take her over" she remembered her first psychiatric evaluator say before she was captured for the first time and put into a maximum lock down prison. She was dangerous even at her start as a killer. "He was wrong you know, Enigma… you ARE the beast. Those doctors will never understand that though will they?" the beast spoke. It was right she WAS the beast, the beast was her; they were one in the same and she prided that in herself. The beast raged on within her doing as it pleased as she sat back and enjoyed the destruction at a chance for redemption.

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Riddick heard her jump, and her ragged breathing, then finally her control take over again. She had been dreaming again. It was something she'd done quite often while they'd been together. Although dreaming wasn't really the word for it but had always been the word Enigma had used for it so he figured it was just as good as the next. They'd been cellmates many years ago before everything had happened. He still remembered the first time he'd seen her. She was seventeen when she was first transferred to Slam City, a fish to the big prison and fresh meat to every prisoner in the joint-especially since there was only about 5 women in the entire place… all of which were so fucking raunchy that you'd rather fuck one of the male inmates up the ass before you'd fuck anyone of the women. She seemed meek enough but he'd give it to her she was a real tomcat, a tough cookie. He didn't waste anytime, as soon as the guards turned their back he was ready to pounce. She'd already had her shine job done by then so she could see him just as well he could see her, though he didn't think it was a disadvantage to him or an advantage to her. He made his move on her but she wasn't allowing. He'd admit… she put up one hell of a fight every time he tried. She wasn't afraid to fight anyone in the entire Slam that tried shit on her. For the first couple of months he was willing to bet she didn't sleep more than 10 hours. She was always on her guard and he'd admired her for that… not once did she ever let it down. Eventually, he gained her trust after much hard work; but by then, she wasn't just a piece of ass to him… he didn't just want sex from her anymore. He wanted something more; he wanted companionship. As crazy as it was to him, that's what he wanted and he received it. Enigma was the perfect match for him. It was as if they'd been two pieces from the same puzzle. Their relationship wasn't exactly pink flowers and rainbows but it was more than enough for the both of them. They had something no one else in the Slam had… someone they could trust and rely on-and in Slam city that counted for a lot. Enigma used to tell him of her dreams, which in reality dreams were the farthest things from what she had. Not that his were teddy bears and candy canes but her by far exceeded his even darkest of dreams. Her dreams were so blood chilling they could make even the bravest and most fearless of soul's skin crawl with the willies. He could only imagine what her dreams consisted of now, especially since…everything. He wondered what the beast inside of her made her dream; what it put her through. He wondered how terrible this dream had been. She was strong, he'd never deny her that… and fuck! How he missed her. "What the fuck are you talking about Dickey? Day dreaming again, are you? Don't you know that little whore doesn't want you anymore? Didn't you see her reaction to you when she saw you? Just a SCARY face and she turned and walked away. Oh yeah Dickey she wants you bad." The beast's voice within him oozed with sarcasm. "Fuck her Dickey… you don't need or want that stupid little bitch! It was right of you to get rid of her. Standing ovation, Dickey… really it was beautiful! You don't want her… she's just extra baggage. You are a lone rider Riddick; don't need no one," the beast shot. Riddick tried to rationalize but what good was that, he was a psycho fuck anyways and completely insane so there was rationality to anything he did… especially when the beast within always won the war of wits anyways. Riddick's battle within him raged on as his body stayed suspended in cryo sleep.