HELION PRIME- THREE YEARS AGO-

"Fucking let me go assholes!!" Jack had screamed that the entire ride home, whilst kicking at the grate that separated her from the officers driving the 'hovercraft'.

"We're just taking you back home girlie" the one on the right chuckled at her.

"If I wanted to be home, don't you think I would have been there to start with?" she grumbled as she finally calmed down realizing that her fate was inevitable. "Can't you guys take me somewhere else? I mean anywhere else… like the spaceport or something?"

"Nope sorry kid, under orders to take all juveniles out after midnight back home."

"And I'm the only Juv out after midnight right?" she stated sarcastically.

"Nope yer just the only one stupid enough to get caught being out. Here we are…"

'Home residence of Jacquelynne… last name unspecified.' The computer voice seemed to ring through Jack's ears. 'Unspecified my ass' she thought to herself, 'just cause I didn't feel like giving the fucking authorities my full name…'

"Why is it you're so eager to be anywhere but home?" The woman behind the wheel of the car questioned.

"I'm a teenager… doesn't that explain everything?"

"No"

At that moment Jack heard the door to the house open and saw Imam stick his head out. "Lynne? Are you in there?"

"Fuck…" was all she could mutter. "Well maybe that'll explain it…" she directed at the woman sitting in front of her.

"Is that… your father?" The woman asked turning to face her

"Hell no! I thought everyone knew who Imam was… he got so much coverage from the rescue…"

"You're that Jacquelynne!?" the woman asked a little to enthusiastically.

"Um… yeah. Don't you guys have to let me out now? To face my ultimate humiliation…" she seemed more to mumble than anything else.

"Lynne!" Imam called as he ran out to the hovercraft and pulled on the handle releasing the door behind which she sat. "You are all right… I was getting worried."

"Yeah I know… you always worry. And my name is not Lynne." she mumbled out as she moved past him and into the house faintly hearing Imam mumble something to the officers and the hovercraft take off. She walked past the room where Imam's wife was sitting and glared at her as she passed.

"Jacquelynne… you owe me an explanation!"

"For the last fucking time Imam… that is not my name!" she yelled at him from atop the stairs as she turned to face him.

"You watch your language young lady!" he yelled back at her as he neared the top of the stairs almost catching up with her before she turned on her heel heading towards her room. When he heard her laughing at him, he quickened his pace and grabbed her by the arm spinning her around. "Just because you turned 16 does not mean you can run amuck around this planet!" he yelled at her his face growing slightly pink.

"Fuck you Imam! You don't own me… no one owns me!" She yelled back him her face now red with hate and anger. It took her by huge surprise when his hand made contact with her cheek sending her reeling to the floor with the force.

"Don't you ever speak that way to me again… with the way you act, you are fortunate that I've kept you under this roof for so long…"

It took Jack a moment to process what had just happened before she stood up straightening her clothes and stared Imam in the face.

"Well you wont have to deal with me ever fucking again!" she screamed at him.

Imam stood looking at his own hands in a state of shock, not quite sure of what had come over him.

"Jacquelyne… I am so sorry… by Allah, I did not mean to hurt you!" He yelled after her as she stormed into her room and began throwing miscellaneous items into a large duffel bag.

"Yeah right" she muttered under her breath as she zipped up the bag and stormed past a pleading Imam.

"Jacquelynnne… I am truly sorry, please do not leave. I have a responsibility to you…I did not mean to get so upset… please… Jacquelynnne!" He kept pleading even when the front door closed behind her. Imam stood staring at it even when his very pregnant wife stood in the hallway looking up at him.

"Imam?"

"Riddick is not going to like this…" he said as he looked down at the concerned face of his wife.

Two weeks later-

Jack stood staring at a television in the storefront window that kept repeating the same newscast.

This just in, the authorities have informed us that there is a run-away girl that may be very heavily armed and should be approached with great caution. She is approximately 16 years old, shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and very dangerous. If you have any information on this deadly run-away please contact the proper authorities or our station located…

She began to tune it out after her description. Deadly run-away… was Imam really that bored that he had to come with that kind of story about her. I mean sure, if given the right circumstance she could be deadly… but anyone can if put the right situation. She looked around then and began to notice just how busy the street was.

'I have to get outta here' she thought to herself. If only she knew how to pilot. She thought about stealing a ship, but again the fact that she didn't know how to pilot hindered her greatly. Her stomach grumbled at that moment telling her it was time to go find a food source. She hadn't eaten in two days, and was starting to feel the effects of being hungry and dirty. She looked at her reflection in the window, she'd have to do something with her hair now. She thought about the idea of a boy again, but since she'd hit puberty there were a few new developments that wouldn't allow that to work. Quietly she walked away from the storefront and down the alley next to it. When she heard noises rustling around behind her and the thought occurred to her… she was a young girl walking down a dark alley alone… she pitied the person who thought her to be an easy target. It didn't take her by surprise when the idiot of a man jumped out of the shadows and grabbed her holding her arms behind her back.

"Don't" was the only word of caution that Jack offered.

"Don't what beautiful?"

"Don't make me hurt you…"

"Right little one…" the man seemed to almost tease her with that one.

Jack couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. With movements swifter than most women can even dream of accomplishing she tilted her head to the side and threw it back making contact with his nose smiling wider as she heard the bones crack. When she kicked her right leg back and up connecting with the man's crotch she felt his hands release her arms as he fell to the ground moaning in pain. Just then she turned around pulling her shiv out from it's hiding place in her sleeve and just as the man looked up at her, she was at his eye level, shiv to his throat.

"Next time you think about jumping a woman, keep in mind that she may know more than you." Jack whispered into his ear as she pressed the shiv closer to the skin noticing a slight trickle of blood that began to run down the side of his neck from the tip of the blade. With little effort, Jack vanished from the man's side like a dark ghost and decided to take the rest of her route under the black cover of the shadows. It took her twenty minutes to finally reach her 'resting grounds' as she so un-lovingly called it. Only a few feet away from the little area she slept in, something made her stop. She heard voices that didn't belong to the other occupants of the alley. She froze in her steps as she caught a glance at one of the three men snooping around her stuff. They weren't mercs like she had thought them to be… they were government officials. "Shit" she whispered to herself but felt her heart stop when the men's voices all quieted.

"Did you hear something?"

"Yeah… I did."

That was the last thing she heard before she felt the man behind her. Before she'd had a second to react, his massive body was against hers restraining her arms from reaching any weapons. "Got her!" he called out to the others who rounded the corner, one with a hypodermic needle in hand.

"Good, now just hold her a second… this wont take long to kick in…" With a prick of the needle into the crook of her arm, she saw everything as if looking through a fogged mirror and the last thing she could remember hearing wasn't comforting. "Just put her in the truck, she'll be more trouble when she wakes up in a few days.