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Summary: This fiction takes place a year after Riddick, Imam, and Jack barely got away with their lives from the dreadful planet. Imam and Jack went to New Mecca together while Riddick thought it best for him to find his own path in a neighboring planet called New Quebec. Even though Riddick has quit his evil ways of murder for fun, he still excepts jobs calling for his services.



Across the Hall

Chapter One



Riddick sat quietly in his apartment waiting for the clock to tick to 11:00 p.m. It was almost time to pay Mr. Jones a visit. Mr. Jones was a child molester that had gotten off one too many times. His latest victim's parents were more than willing to get rid of him and have paid handsomely to 'have his head on a stick' as they put it. BUZZ! "Welp, Time to pay tha piper Jonesy." Getting up and leaving the apartment he turns to see boxes outside the apartment door that's across from his, all marked 'Property of Dayla Solange'. Just as he turns to leave he runs smack dab into his new neighbor. "Oh I'm so sorry, I'm so clumsy I wasn't even looking." She says as she bends down to pick up things she's dropped not noticing Riddick just standing there. "That's dangerous you know, not looking." He says in a low seductive growl. She looks up slowly to a dark goggled face. Gasping slightly she steps back. "I'm sorry." She finally says as she rushes to her apartment. Smiling, Riddick continues to his previous engagement. With her scent still in his nose he stalks off into the night.



Waiting in the alley for Jones to come out of some sleazy bar Riddick's mind starts to wander to Dayla. She looked liked she was mixed with Creole and Dominican. She had light honey eyes with emerald green surrounding them, a button nose with full kissable lips, 2 distinct dimples on the very middle of both cheeks. She also has black straight hair that just reaches her 'just the right size' breasts. With a smallish waist her hips stood out like a belly dancer's. Suddenly snapping out of his daydream, his attention goes back to his prey. Jones makes his way back down the alley Riddick was waiting for him in. 'Extremely bad timing' he thought as his mind flashes back to his ordeal a year ago. Pulling his shiv out of his pocket, he waits till Jones is just inches from him. Like a hunter to his prey Riddick lashes out and grabs Jones. Not knowing what hit him, Jones tries to scream but before he can Riddick squeezes his throat with his thumbs, paralyzing Jones's vocal cords. "How tha hells are ya Jones?" Riddick laughs. Pulling him deeper in the alley he throws him on the ground. Pulling his shiv close to his face, making sure his eyes see the massive blade. Seeing the Fear in his eyes grow more intense, Riddick slides the blade over his face. Blood starts to drip over Riddicks hand "Do you know who I am Jones?" Jones just sits there. Riddick presses the blade to his neck. "I'm only gonna ask one more time. Do you know who I am?" Shaking his head no Riddick smiles deeply. "I'm the last face you're gonna see before the life drains from you. This is from the Bern's and what you did to their daughter." Riddick says before he slits his throat. Riddick stands back as the blood starts to fill Jones's mouth and his body goes lifeless.

Slowly trudging back to his apartment he smells her scent again. As he sticks his key in the door he breathes in deeply to smell the aroma. "Honeysuckle" he whispers to himself before he goes in. 'I wonder if she tastes just as sweet' he thinks as he slumps against the closed door.