Illiana let her eyes get used to the dark. She realized that she was going to be screwed once she was let into the general population. A more immediate problem, though, was what to do with the stolen dagger she had. She had to keep it on her body at all times- she knew that the guards probably checked all the cells during mealtimes. She tucked the knife into her boots and went back to contemplating how she was going to see. The lights were turned off most of the time, confusing the inmates' sense of time. There was no way to tell if it was midnight or noon. Illiana sighed and laid down. Her dreams were riddled with shadows and monsters, chasing her through a midnight forest.

The next day, or what she assumed was the next day, came faster than Illiana cared for. A guard rapped on her cell.

"Sorry. I'm in no state for visitors right now- if you leave a message I'll get back to you" The guard just knocked again. He shined a flashlight into Illiana's dilated eyes, which made her squint.

"Mealtime" was his curt reply. She winced and got to her feet. The sound of cell doors opening was heard; the grating of metal on metal. She noticed that she was the only one with a personal body guard. She chuckled and walked on, not looking at any of the other inmates, keeping her eyes forward but not staring. She found a seat and ate in silence- she really didn't fell like making nice with a bunch of cons. She was done first and led to an open courtyard. From the "food" they had served- eggs and ham- she assumed it was morning. The courtyard was a big metal dome. It was big enough for a basketball court and of set of weights, plus room for all the people to just mill about. Illiana walked over to the machine and began to lift weights. The unmistakable sound of humans was heard and Illiana cringed inside- here we go. She continued with her reps, the sweat starting to glisten on her forehead. All of a sudden the din quieted until the only sound was of Illiana's slightly labored breathing.

*Riddick laughed to himself- the new girl was using *his* weights. It took brass balls or a thick head to just start using something in Slam without checking whose it is. She continued to do bicep lifts even though it was dead quiet- another ballsy move. Riddick sauntered up and stood silently in front of the girl. When she still didn't look up, he voiced his opinion.

"You know, those are mine" She paused, looked at him, and turned the dumbbell over.

"Actually, it says 'Property of S.L.A.M. Correctional Facility'" she went back to doing her curls. He laughed to himself- definitely brass ones, and big.

"You don't understand- on Mondays they're mine" She paused again.

"Give me a break- I just had the world's crappiest flight. It was 28 hours of mostly standing. I've been shackled for the better part of 6 months, and I'm in a really bad mood. Now, be a good boy and run along" There was a collective gasp from the crowd. Riddick said no more, he just picked her up and threw her. She landed hard and the dumbbells went flying. She grunted and turned to look at him from the floor.

"You never learned to share as a child, did you?" She asked.

"No" was his only response. What took him by surprise was when she slammed her legs into his ankles. He nearly lost his balance and Illiana took this chance and got to her feet. The look he gave her was one meant to wither her and make her cringe. She just laughed.

"Am I supposed to be scared yet?" He snorted and moved to circle around her. She stayed in place, letting him move so he was behind her.

"Only a coward would attack from behind." He moved to face her again.

"You know, had you played your cards right you could have had a real comfortable life here." This time she snorted.

"As what, your bitch? No thanks" His hands shot out and grabbed her wrists. She tried to struggle but it was no use.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Forced or not, It'd be fun"

The word "bastard" screamed in her head. Her pulse quickened and she did the only thing she could think of. Her mouth met his, and her toung snaked around his mouth. He was shocked for a split second, and in that split second he released her hands. He didn't see the right hook that smashed into his jaw, and was shocked when he stumbled back.

"Forced or not, you're *my* bitch" she smiled triumphantly. The guards, sensing the disturbance, flooded the area. Soon both she and Riddick were in handcuffs, being led back to their cells.

Riddick was beating himself up for that mistake- he let his guard down for a goddamn second, and she had known it. Stupid, calculating bitch. He hissed under his breath. She'd have to pay for this. He'd seen wars before- they were ugly. With the prison divided in half, no one was safe. Riddick snorted. Safe? In Slam? The bottom line was, he had to reestablish his supremacy. He had to.