(Disclaimer: I own none of the Pitch Black or the COR characters. I wouldn't mind owning Riddick though.)

"How did you know?" Riddick slid his goggles to the top of is head, revealing his black eye's.

"When you came to me wanting a job I looked you up, nobody came up with the name of "John B. Richard" But one came up Richard B. Riddick...Even showed a picture."

"Are you gonna give me the money or not?"

"Ok." Rusty handed Riddick the 525000 UDs. "Remember Riddick, I own you." Riddick started out the door and stopped and turned his head just so Rusty could see the left side of his face.

"Nobody owns me." Then he walked out of Rusty's office and out of the warehouse. He would worry about Rusty later but he had to get back to the hospital for Emily.

When he got back to the hospital he paid the money and Emily was on her way to recovery. Riddick walked up to the front desk.

"What room is Emily Richard in?" he asked the short stubby lady behind the desk.

"She's in room 132." The woman looked at a chart on the wall.

"Thanks." Riddick walked up two flights of stairs 12 hallways and finally found room 132. He turned into the room and walked to the only chair. "I'm sorry." Riddick sat in sorrow for a few minutes. When Jack left, Riddick didn't just change his name, he was a different person. He hadn't killed for years, longer then he could remember. Riddick didn't want to kill again because he knew what would happen if he did; but he had to, to keep Emily alive. He knew that no matter how much Rusty liked Emily he would kill her for the money, so Riddick had to kill him first. Riddick also knew that if he was caught he would be put in slam for life and he didn't want that for Emily.

"Dad..." Emily said with a raspy voice.

"I'm here Emily." He took her small hand in his as the tears started to roll down his face.

"Why are you crying?" Emily asked turning her head to face Riddick.

"Emily there is something I want you to do for me ok?"

"Ok."

"I want you to take care of yourself, and see Dr. Larsen, and stay in school. Ok, can you do that for me?"

"Why are you asking me this?" Emily revealed a face of sadness.

"I'm not always gonna be here."

"Where are you going? Don't leave me." Emily's blue eyes welled up.

"Just tell me that your gonna do that."

"Ok I will. But, you can't leave me." Riddick stood up and let go of her hand and started out the door. "Daddy...daddy please don't leave me. Daddy!" Emily yelled for Riddick to come back.

"I'm sorry." He said as he walked away wiping his eyes dry. Emily spent the next three hours crying. While Riddick spent the next three hours preparing for war. One man against 100. He did it before he can do it again. Riddick stood at the front door of his apartment looking at it. His pocket started to vibrate.

"Hello?"

"I'm waiting for you." A strange voice said on the other line.

"Who is this?"

"I have her in sight." The voice hung up.

Riddick dropped what was in his hands and ran as hard and as fast as he could back to the hospital to protect Emily. Riddick ran through the door that separated Emily's room from the hallway. Emily sat in her bed head on her knees crying.

"Your back!" Emily said drying the tears from her eyes.

"Has anyone been here?" Riddick stood panting.

"No. Why"

"Rust, he wants to kill you to get back at me." Emily as weak as she was she mustard up the strength to get up and walk over to where Riddick had sat down, and sat on his lap.

"I can't let you leave me." Emily wrapped her weak tan arms around Riddick's neck and held a tight grasp, as tight as a weak little girl could. "You're all I've got." A gun was pressed against Riddick's right temple. Emily looked at the shooter. "Mr. Peterson?" Emily held a face of much confusion.

"Yeah, I've been following Riddick for 13 years. I see you got my call." Peterson blinked; his eyes went from brown to blue then back to brown.

"Blue eyed devil." Emily choked out in anger.

"What?" Riddick and Peterson said in unison looking at Emily.

"You didn't die did you? How did you do it...Johns?" Emily released the grip she had on Riddick's neck and feebly walked back to her bed and sat down. Riddick looked at Johns.

"For being the daughter of a con she sure is smart." Johns looked at Emily then back at Riddick. "How did you know?" Johns asked the question avoiding Emily's about him not being dead.

"Your eyes." Emily felt like ripping out Johns tongue then making him eat it.

"I'm curious myself Johns." Riddick faced Johns his eyes gleaming in the light from the setting sun, goggles on the top of his head.

"When I was skewered like a peace of meat I beat the monster...got away and locked myself inside the Hunter Gratzner till day break. Then I radioed for help." Johns pulled up his shirt to reveal the large scar from the raptor.

"But... dad said that the monster bit your head off." Emily gave the blue-eyed man a solemn stare. Johns was looking at Emily then turned his gaze to the con.

"Funny, how you choose to remember things... eh Riddick." Johns gestured for Riddick to get up.

"What are you doing?" Emily perked her body up giving Johns a very nasty look.

"I'm going to finally get my plus fifty."

"But... Hoxie's dead." Emily furrowed her brow.

"New warden new pay." Johns looked at Riddick in a curious glare. "How does she know so much?"

"I listen." Emily stood up and walked over toward Johns, not giving Riddick a chance to speak.

"You listen? What... does he tell you this stuff and you write it down?" Johns said making fun.

"No." Emily walked past Johns to the door of her room and closed it not making a sound. "Late at night when I can't sleep and dad has to work the next day I open up his Journal and listen to what he has to say about himself. Mostly he talks about his past...but never did it say anything about him being Riddick." Emily walked back to her bed grazing Johns' face with her silk soft hand. "You can't have him." Her white gown flowing from a gust of wind flowing from the open window.

"And why not?" Johns lowered his weapon. Riddick grabbed the gun and turned it on Johns.

"You're too slow Johns. Fool you once sham on me, fool you twice shame on you."

AN: here's chp. 3. I really hope you like where this is going. Plz R&R