Disclaimer: Riddick is not mine; neither is anything else to do with the film. Any new

and unfamiliar characters however are mine, just so you know! ;o)

"RIDDICK!"

He could see her. See the fear on her face and in her eyes. The smell of her fear was that strong it engulfed all of his senses. It was coming from every pore in her body, invading every pore of his. "Help me!"

But he couldn't help her, 'They' had her, eight of the most highly trained Mercs, and if they got him then they would kill him, he would be done for and where would that leave either of them? He wanted to help her, but it was either her or him, and she was already caught so he chose her. They would not kill her, they wouldn't dare. They needed her, needed to use her to get him. He had fallen for that once before, the blue-eyed devil had used her to get to him, and look what she had done to him in turn!

She tortured him, turned on him and joined forces with the steely-eyed devil. They were Riddick and Rebecca. They had been a force to be reckoned with on that planet. They had gotten out alive, even the flesh-eating aliens didn't stand a chance against them. They were separated, her with them, him on his own.

"HELP ME!"

Her screams echoed in his ears as he watched her fall, being over come by an army of Mercs. Yet he did not move from his place of hiding, instead he watched, watched as they over powered and beat her. Watched from the safety of the AC duct, hiding in the shadows like a coward while she was being dragged away to her death.

They had gone through so much together, before, during and after the episode on the planet that was T2, but now she was gone. She was captured, but not dead. Tortured, but not dead. Raped, not likely! As he watched the events unfold Riddick was reminded of the force that she held, he had fallen victim to it himself, as had Johns. She could use her talents as a murderer, make men, and women alike believe that she was an innocent bystander, a victim of society, of circumstance even. She could make them believe anything she wanted them to, and that had been Johns' downfall. She had used all of her power on him, right up until the point that she killed him. But as powerful as she might be, Riddick had seen another side to her, her had seen the vulnerable side. He had been deeper inside her than anyone else had even been, he knew her limits. But he also knew the length that the Mercs would go to trying to break her and reveal what they wanted to know, she may be strong and tough on the outside, but inside, deep inside, hidden deep within she was weak and frail. She would break eventually, but it would take a lot to break her, but when they did there would be nothing that anyone could do for her. Riddick watched on, their eyes meeting for a brief moment.

"RIDDICK! PLEASE?"

Riddick watched as she tried to fight her way free, he watched as she was dragged away, cringed as she was thrown into the back of a van, and almost let a tear free when he saw them beating her again and again. The doors of the van slammed closed after five of the Mercs joined Rebecca in the back of the van. They retreated with half of their prize. He bowed his head, placing it into one of his large hands. He had failed her, he had promised to protect her and never leave her. But he has done worse than that, he has betrayed her, he could of tried to save her if he wanted, but he was too worried about his own skin to try and save hers. Now she was gone! Where? He didn't know. But he was going to get her back. He was going to get her before they destroyed the one living thing that kept him human, or relatively so.

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Bathed in sweat, Riddick bolted up in a bed that did not belong to him. Huddled in the corner lay the cold and decaying body of the woman that it had once belonged to, before she had fallen victim to the charms of the steely-eyed devil that was Riddick. Switching on the light, Riddick's bare chest glistened with sweat, a scene that had been played out over and over again as the dream returned night after night.

It had been over a month since they had taken her, where, he did not know, why, everyone knew the answer to that one, to capture him, Riddick, the steely-eyed devil. He knew she was still alive, even though she should be dead. They knew that Riddick would try and rescue her; they just didn't know when or where he would strike.

But Riddick had no intention of trying to find her. Why should he? He was a hunter, a hunter that liked to kill alone, she had gotten in the way of that. He would be walking into a trap that no idiot would be stupid enough to fall for. She knew it and he knew it, but his heart tried to reject the fact that he was leaving her to be tortured. When Johns had been alive the relationship between him and Rebecca had been purely physical, but something had changed in him since Johns' death, he loved her, or at least he thought he did, could a cold blooded killer ever know what it was to love someone? Obviously they could, or he hoped they could.

Would he be risking his neck for no reason? Sure as shit he better not be!

"You better appreciate this, Becca!" Riddick growled to the empty room. "If I get caught I'll kill you myself!"

* * * * *

Huddled in the corner of an empty, slate grey room, she pressed her knees as far into her chest as she could. A scraggly mat of hair covered her head, clumps held together by dried blood. A large black and blue bruise covered her left eye; her lip was burst; yet she found time to smile.

"Back again?" Her only reply was a swift kick in the side.

Hysterical laughter filled the room. "You really shouldn't do that." She threatened when her laughter had subsided.

"And why is that?" Her captors voice was distorted, as it always was. Five attackers and not one sexual distinction between them, they could have been hermaphrodites for all she knew.

"He's coming for me!" Laughing once again, Becca did as she was bid. He was coming!

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A/N: K, this would be a sequel to my other Pitch Black fic, but I really don't think that that needs to be read in order for this one to be followed, not that I'm saying not to of course, the more reviews the better. I have to get at least one review per chapter to continue with this, so here's hoping I get passed chapter one. I like to know what people think about my writing so a bit more than – "I liked please write more!" – which is my usual review remark, would be greatly appreciated. And if you don't like it, please state why, and I'll try to work on whatever isn't working. :o) Later! Amulet xxx