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

Riddick woke up in the cage as the man walked in with the needle, he wanted to act quickly but he waited for the man to get close. When the man raised his arm to lunge the needle Riddick ground kicked the guy, tripping him making him drop the needle to catch himself. Riddick caught the needle and plunged it into the mans stomach injecting the fluid into his tiny figure. Riddick grabbed the guys key's and headed out the opened metal door. He ran down hall after hall turning corner after corner. He found himself in a stairwell leading to a floor that wasn't supposed to exist.

Experiment 5421135-2 was written on the door. He ran up the stairs opening the door and dropping his jaw. The room was filled with information on him, what to and not to give him for the experiment and at what time to give it. Then he noticed a map.

"He doesn't want to cure murderers he wants to make an army out of them, and make me the general." Riddick walked over to the 3D map on a large table with figurines of him and thousands of other murderers, with him at the front of the line. "I am not gonna lead an army into battle for some nut job scientist that want to rule the planet." He heard footsteps approaching followed by voices. He looked at his surroundings he spotted a door behind a large piece of cloth. He walked up to it turned the knob and he froze when he saw what was on the other side. Jack lay in a tube of some kind of goo. "Jack..."Riddick whispered to himself with the hope it would wake her up. He walked over to the tube and lent against it with one of his large hands on the tube over her face. So that wasn't Jack. Then who was it? Did they know I was looking? questions swam around in his head. He felt a sharp pain in each of his sides and then a bolt of electricity surge through his body as he hit the floor. Riddick was back in the skiff staring out at space with jack at his side and Imam behind him. He heard Jack scream from a bad dream. He scooped up her small wet body from the chair and cradled her in his arms.

"Are you ok?" He asked holding her close to him.

"I am now." Jack looked up at him with a huge smile on her face. "Can I talk to you now?" Jack said closing her eyes. Riddick couldn't help but squeeze Jack after her dying in his arms. Maybe if I buy some more sardines the day before she wants them maybe I won't have to watch her die again. Riddick wanted to cry, but he knew if he did Jack would suspect something so he held them back. Riddick lived his life from then on how he did the first time making small changes...then came that faithful day years later when that night he would be sent to the corner market as his wife gets sliced up. Riddick woke up that morning before Jack did and ran to the market on the corner to buy a whole bunch of the sardines Jack loved so much. As Riddick walked in the front door carrying the bag full of sardines he saw Jack on the couch curled up reading.

"What's in the bag?" She requested.

"Sardines, I noticed we were out; and I know how much you love them." He walked in the kitchen and put the sardines away as the clock on the wall above the sink said 10:30am.

"Oh, ok." Jack replied returning to her book.

Hours later

Riddick and Jack got into an ugly fight that night, Riddick raised his hand at Jack but didn't swing, and he grabbed his shiv instead and sliced her from stem to stern. The next thing he knew he was sitting at the small dinning table in the kitchen holding back his tears. He couldn't remember what happened, but he could remember sitting with her during her final moments and crying silently, and Jack's last words, "I forgive you." He would never forget these words for as long as he lived. But he didn't understand why she needed to. Then he heard something move in the shadows.

"Why are you here?" He rumbled.

"Don't you remember?" A deep voice; much like his came from the shadows.

"Remember what?" He turned his head as the figure stepped out of the shadows and revealed a young boy that looked sum what like him.

"Remember why you did it?"

"What did I do?" Riddick asked staring back into the darkness.

"Why you killed us. This is what I would have grown up to be. I would be like you, but I wouldn't kill like you, I would kill for justice. I would become The Punisher of evil. But you took that away from me when you sliced mom open. I have no chance of becoming anything now."

"I killed..." Riddick stood up with confusion in his bright eyes.

"Yeah. You Killed Jack. Your hands and that shiv." The boy pointed to the bloody shiv sitting on the table.

"But I didn't kill her, this girl did. I didn't." Riddick raged.

"You invented the girl to make yourself feel better. You did it the first time and you did it this time. You will kill her and me until you can control the beast inside." The boy told Riddick now standing face-to-face with him.

"What about the hospital?"

"That may be real but this is the only way you can control the beast and curve your appetite for blood." The boy took one step back and continued. "This is the only way you know how to control your emotions. The one's you claim not to have. But I know in your darkest times you cried. Maybe not out loud. You died as well, a little more of you died with every one you killed until it was just an impulse." The boy started walking backwards and disappeared into the dark. Riddick fell to his knees and that's when the tears started to fall, he closed his eyes tight. He heard people talking and whispering; when his eyes opened he was again back in the hospital. He didn't recognize is surroundings, all he could see were blurry blobs walking around.

"He's coming to." Said a woman's voice. A short white blob walked over to his right side. His sight came clear as he noticed he was lying on a metal bed strapped down with leather and chains, and the room looked like an ER; machines all over and needles and other instruments on a tray standing next to the woman.

"Richard? Richard can you hear me?" The woman and other doctors started rushing around the table and the machines started beeping and making noises as he grew drowsy and fell into a coma. He heard the doctors talking but couldn't hear what was being said, then everything went quite and all he heard was Jacks voice.

"Riddick...please, don't leave me. I can't do this alone." Then he felt a tear hit his face, and a warm hand on his face, but he couldn't wake up he was stuck in the blackness of his own mind. "I can't raise Richard Jr. alone." Riddick's heart sank into his stomach. He was back at the moment Jack asked him if he would go and buy her some more sardines.

"Riddick would you go to the market and buy me some more sardines?"

"Can you wait till morning?" He turned over.

"I could make you carry this baby." He turned back over and rolled out of bed pulling on his pants. He was then walking in the front door with the bag and the baby toys spread all over the place. He walked upstairs with the sardine can in his hand when he walked upstairs and saw Jack on the floor covered in blood, the can slid from his fingers and hit the floor. As the can hit the floor the whole place melted away and Riddick stood alone with his blood covered shiv at his feet.

"NOOOOOOO!!!!" He screamed into the nothingness falling to his knees. Jack's dead bloody body appeared before him. "Jack I'm sorry. I love you." His tears falling on her body and washing away the blood, as he reached for the shiv and faced it towards himself. (He didn't close his eyes like most people do when they commit suicide.) He shoved the shiv into his own gut.

AN: Another cliffy. I know I killed Riddick boo-hoo to see what happens your gonna have to wait. Hope you liked it.