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

Riddick sat with her for a long while. Not wanting to leave her. Riddick laid her back on the floor and picked up the can of sardines carrying it back downstairs. He walked to the kitchen sink setting the can on the counter to wash his hands of her blood. He saw a figure in the shadows. Riddick finished washing his hands standing upright from his bending position, facing the darkened figure.

"What do you want?" Riddick's voice rumbled with anger.

"You." The figure responded stepping out of the shadows. A cloak engulfed the figure as a hood hung over the head.

"Why?" Riddick raged taking a step forward.

"To kill you." The figure let the cloak fall to the ground revealing a young girl in jeans and a t-shirt with his shiv in hand. "Revenge is what I seek."

"Revenge?" Riddick tried to think back. The girls face didn't register in his mind. "Do I know you?"

"Not very good. But I know you, and well. I watched you in slam. You're every movement. I tried to talk to you but you brushed me off. You promised to take me with you when escaped. Then you were caught and then disappeared along with 40 other passengers. That's the last I heard. Then I cam here to U.V1 and saw you with her. So I killed her for you." The girl looked about 20 and looked unstable holding the shiv covered in blood.

"I don't remember you. Or ever seeing you."

"Johns you son-of-a-bitch." The girl ran at Riddick with the shiv, Riddick grabbed her wrist holding the shiv and rustled her to the ground.

"Johns? I'm not Johns."

"Yes you are. You asshole. I trusted you. Then you put me away and I will kill you."

"I'm not Johns." Riddick demanded.

"If your not Johns who are you?" The girl still struggling to be free from his grasp.

"Richard B. Riddick." Riddick confessed removing his goggles to reveal his florescent eyes looking down on her.

"Riddick?" The girl stopped struggling as her eye's faded to her left. Riddick let go of the girl and took a seat in a chair at the small dinning table in the middle of the room.

"Who are you?" Riddick asked putting his goggles back on.

"My name is Dylan. I'm 17 and..." The girl's eyes wondered to his feet, and then shot back up at him. "He promised me the world." She fell into his chest and she started crying. She seemed familiar to him in a way. "I've been so distant from the world around me for so long." Riddick knew her pain of distance; he had felt it for so long he didn't notice how far he really was until he met Jack.

"I know that pain." Riddick closed his eyes to feel Dylan's warm body against his. When his eyes opened, his surroundings were different. He sat in a room with a piece of metal rapped around his body. He felt groggy, a man walked in holding a needle with a lime green fluid sloshing around. The man stuck Riddick in his muscular neck with the needle injecting the lime green fluid into his body.

"Here's your 110mg of Dioxadrine Riddick." The man mocked at Riddick pulling the needle free. Riddick's mind wondered for a few seconds then came back to that moment. Dioxadrine, a sedative? And this metal straight jacket, what's this stuff for. I'm not crazy, I know I'm not. He got up the best he could without his arms and walked over to the tiny window on the large metal door. he saw Jack standing outside talking to a male doctor.

"He's been going down hill since his acknowledgment of your pregnancy." The doctor explained to Jack as she rubbed her huge basketball like belly.

"I thought knowing he had a son on the way would bring him out of it."

"I'm sorry he's not getting better, he almost killed on of my attending last week so I had to up his dose again. I feel he will get better with this new drug I put him on." The doctor handed Jack a piece of paper and headed towards Riddick with a chart in hand. Riddick backed away quickly and hit the far wall from the door sliding down it in his previous position. The doctor walked in the door crossing his arms in front of him.

"If you want to get out of here, you have to get better Mr. Riddick. You almost killed an attending on 80mg an hour, so I upped it to 110mg. 80mg's enough to kill a pack of horses didn't even begin to effect you. Try anything else and I'll have to up it again. Your body can with stand up to 250mg of Dioxadrine, your almost there." The man walked out whispering something to the guard standing guard on Riddick's door. Riddick was back in the moment with Dylan leaning on his chest. He shook his head and stood up grabbed the crying girl and threw her out of his house.

The next Day

Riddick arranged for Jack to be cremated and put in a small jar he set in their bedroom, he placed it on her makeup table she would sit at. He didn't get rid of anything she owned she decided he wouldn't get rid of any of it because it belonged to her.

two weeks later

Riddick crouched on a support beam above two PPP's looking for him, for the murder of his wife.

"He's gotta be here somewhere. I'm gonna find him." The first PPP Demanded.

"Where could he be? We've looked all over this building and no sign of him." Pointed out the second PPP member. Riddick listened to the conversation remembering his years of running before meeting Jack. Riddick heard a door shut and he was back in the reality that he had to get out of there before they got smart and looked up. He jumped to the next rafter making no sound and opened the small window, holding the window open he climbed out. Riddick ran from the warehouse he had run into, to shield himself from the PPP's. As he walked away he couldn't help but think of the visions he'd had the past few weeks of him being held in a cage like a rabid animal, with drugs being pumped into him every hour. He was starting to wonder what was real and what wasn't. He stumbled over his own feet trying to defeat hunger and sleeplessness, he hadn't eaten in weeks and hadn't slept in days, he was just a complete mess without Jack by his side. He lived fine without her before, he thought he could again, but without her he was incomplete, hollow. He was back in the white box but in a cloth straight jacket, no more metal. He stood up and dislocated his right arm and pulled it out followed by his left, before he knew it he was out of the jacket and standing at the door staring at the people outside.

A group of men in lab coats stood outside the door as the doctor that spoke to Jack stood in front of the group explaining some kind of experiment on a dangerous con.

"I and my colleagues have started an experiment on the psychopathic mind of a murderer. Here we have Richard B. Riddick. We have done many tests and given him many drugs to get the experiment going. The first drug was Driemazine. What that did to experiment 5421135-2 was it took away his ability to have an adrenaline rush. It wasn't worth it to give it to him when we needed him at full fighting capacity. Three weeks ago we started him on another drug called IB-morftane. It made his brain create another dimension in his head sort of like multiple personality syndrome, except he is himself just forced to realize his fears and hates. This experiment is to prove that criminals can change their ways with a little help from modern medicine, I mean this is 2152. We've cured cancer and the flu why not cure mental illness as well. Once again I am Dr. Wells and I want to cure the murderer illness." The doctor bowed and walked on to the next ward.

"Mental illness?" Riddick questioned to himself. I'm not sick...just twisted He thought. He sat down in the middle of the padded room and slipped the jacket on just enough to look like it still nuzzled his torso as he awaited his dreaded hourly pain in the neck. He closed his eyes waiting for the man to walk in the room holding the needle with a sinister smile. He felt a drip hit him on his bald head.

"Wake up. Wake up. Eat." Riddick heard a small fragile voice. He opened his eyes to find a small little girl sitting next to him on a dirt floor as he lay on an inch think mattress laid on the compacted dirt. The girl held a plate with food.

"Where am I?"

"You underground." The girl shoved the plate of food into his lap. "You sleep long time."

"How long?"

"Three days" replied the girl rummaging through a small trunk filled with old news papers. She found the one she was looking for and handed it to him. On it was a picture of him next to Johns as he stood with a bit in his mouth. "You?"

"Why?" Riddick inquired.

"Need help." The girl started to cry; she removed the plate from his lap and placed it with her body. "Man after me. Want kill me." She turned her head up to a large picture on the wall of a man that looked like Imam but with a long shaggy beard.

"I have enough problems to worry about." Riddick nicely slid her off his lap onto the mat and stood up stretching and crawling out the little hole on the other side of the small cave. When he made his way out of the dark tunnels he found Imam standing outside waiting for him.

"Mr. Riddick. How long has it been? 1-2 years?" Imam took a step forward to give Riddick a pat on the back but Riddick took a step back.

"More like 4. What business does a holy man have on U.V.1?"

"More like merc work."

"You're a merc now?"

"Better then being a holy man." Imam reached inside his cloak and pulled out a single-shot rifle. The girl poked her head out of the whole in the ground leading from the cave. When she saw the gun pointed at Riddick she jumped out.

"Me. Neaku patne sekatu nadou fukou datop!" She yelled at Imam with hate in her eyes.

"What the fuck?" Riddick questioned as Imam cocked the single-shot. "A little out-dated don't ya think?" Imam's finger squeezed the trigger releasing the bullet into Riddick's chest. He hit the ground rustling up the dust around him. The girl scrambled to Riddick's side and set his head on her knees.

"Does it hurt?" The girl asked dropping one tear on Riddick's face.

"Pain and I are old friends." He coughs, blood flowing from his chest onto the ground, and all over the girls hands.

"Pkito ewy swetru yaktu ewtu ambaca ty. Pain will serve you well embrace it."

"I'll have to remember that. But how can I scream when the pain is such a release?" He coughed the cough was followed by blood. The girl wiped away the blood on his sweat covered face.

"Toto kaye nakuatu taytay wi kyo zaha hatu kuwa zaha." (Only men with love go on to the after life.) The girl laid his head on the ground and crawled back down her hole dragging Riddick's dead body behind her.