The creatures began flying out of the domes and around in the sky. It was a magnificent sight. Riddick walked forward and lifted up his goggles, staring at the creatures. "Beautiful," he said quietly.

From a distance, we heard another voice. It was Paris shouting from the other part of the ship. "People, just a suggestion. Perhaps you should flee."

At Paris's final word, everyone took off for the ship. I could see Fry and Jack far in front of me, and then Johns passed me. Before I knew it Shazza was passed me. I am not a very fast runner.

I knew it was over. I knew this was the end. I knew I was going to die. I saw Shazza jump into the ditch the ship had made during the crash landing. I felt like I would never get there.

Then, out of nowhere, Riddick was next to me. He grabbed me round the waist and pulled me with him into the ditch. We rolled down and he held onto me close. We landed on our right sides and just laid there. Our bodies were curved into one another, almost like we were one. The creatures flew over us, making the most horrible racket.

Finally they were gone. I started to stand, but Riddick held me close. "Don't move just yet," he said into my ear. "I like you this close to me and the creatures haven't left yet." I felt my muscles tense. Riddick just held me tighter. "When I say so, roll forward onto your stomach." I nodded, letting him know I understood. I could feel his face in my hair, nuzzling me.

"Now," he said shoving me down. I hit my stomach as more crazy bird-like creatures flew over us. I could barely make out a scream with all the screeching the creatures were doing in my ear. I felt a hand cover mine and give it a squeeze. I relaxed, but just for a moment.

A few seconds later, Riddick had me up and was half leading and half dragging me to the other ship. The sun looked like it was continuing to set. He pushed me into the other part of the ship and turned, looking back at the sand dunes we had past earlier.

Already it was too dark to see them, but Riddick could see them fine. Fry turned to Riddick, "What is it Riddick? What do you see?" Riddick just kept looking out. "I told you, it ain't me you got to worry about."

We shut the door just as the planet was engulfed in total darkness. Riddick stood close to me while the others moved around. They were looking for the cutting torch on the floor. I looked down, but a hand around my throat stopped me. Riddick was holding me in place. He turned me to him and just stared into my eyes. The glowing eyes of his just made me melt. They were stern and serious. I began to shake as Riddick's hand touched mine, leading it down to the floor. He kept his eyes on mine. I didn't know what he had planned, but I trusted him not to harm me.

I felt the warmth on Riddick's breath on my lips as we lowered closer and closer together heading toward the floor. As my hand hit the floor, Riddick was inches from my lips. I could see deeply into those gorgeous glowing eyes flashing from the light the others were using to search for the cutting torch.

"Three inches to the left," Riddick whispered as he lightly brushed my lips and then stood up.

I looked down when he left my hand. I couldn't see anything, but I did what Riddick said. I slowly moved my hand to the left before brushing up against some sort of tool. I grasped it in my hands before picking it up. It was the cutting torch. I stood up and held it in my hand before looking up into two glowing eyes.

"You saw this on the floor. Why didn't you pick it up?" I asked.

"It was a lot more fun this way," he said taking the torch away from me and leaning down to me. I backed up against the wall. Riddick was standing over me, with his glowing eyes staring into my soul. The butterflies began to flutter in my stomach as his body moved against mine, pinning me to the wall. I could feel every muscle in his body rise and fall with every breath. I could feel the shiv on his hip.

Suddenly Paris began to freak out, trying to get out of the ship. At this point Iman lifted the grill on the other end of the ship piece, leading into another room. Riddick pushed me forward and followed everyone into the room. Johns and Iman replaced the grill and headed farther into the room. Riddick moved away from the group, placing the cutting torch on a small table.

Johns eyed me as I watched Riddick walk away, wishing he would take me with him. I felt a hard hand on my shoulder that whirred me around. I was face to face with my stepbrother, who looked like he had murder in his eyes.

"What the hell was that?" he growled at me through his clenched teeth.

I glared right back at him. "What are you talking about?" I brushed his hands off my arm, moving slightly away from him. I accidentally hit one of Iman's charges in the process.

"What was that look you gave him?" Johns said pulling me toward him.

I could feel the bruise forming on my left arm, as Johns grip got tighter. "What was that look? Are you thinking about him? What the hell are you thinking getting involved with him?"

"I was thinking that if I'm going to die at the hands of a mad man, at least I can choose someone who will kill me with a quick slit of the throat rather than beat me to death."

I pushed away from Johns at that point and walked over to where Fry and the others were gathered. Suddenly there was a scream behind me. We all turned to see a dark figure running toward us. Everyone lifted their lights to see what it was, blinding Riddick in the process.

"Fuck," he said as he fell to the floor. I fell to his side, Johns watching my every move.

"Are you okay," I whispered to him. Gunshots behind me were making me jump. Riddick grabbed my arm and held me close as the creature that was following him fell beside me, dead.

I helped Riddick up as everyone began to head into another room. Riddick picked up the cutting torch, after readjusting his goggles, and turned it on.

Johns ripped it from his hands and began cutting a hole in the wall. Everyone ran into another room, and then placing a trash can in the hole to block the creatures from entering. Johns placed the torch in the center of the room as Fry began to evaluate our light sources. I was on Riddick's right side. I wasn't really listening to the conversation my mind was wandering.

What in the hell is Johns' problem? That bastard needs to get over himself right quick cause it is none of his damn business who I date. Riddick is dangerous, but I would rather die at his hands than at Johns. At least Riddick will give me a decent death. I won't be starving or dying slowly, at least with Riddick I know that if he wants me dead, I won't suffer. On the plus side, he's sexy, gorgeous, and makes me feel happy. So at least I will die happy at Riddick's hands.

The next thing I know, I feel Riddick reaching for his shiv. I didn't tense; I just watched his muscles tighten as he held the shiv in his left hand. He turned and smiled at me, before standing quickly and blocking Johns from attacking Fry. I could see the murder in Johns' eyes as he stood looking at Fry.

Johns gun was pointed at Riddick's throat, but Riddick remained calm as he removed his goggles and looked at Johns. I leaned over to see what Riddick was doing. He had the shiv at Johns' crotch. I smiled to myself.

Riddick is a real smart man. I think I'm falling for him.

Fry watches the action from where she is standing. She looks pissed. Riddick moves away from Johns as he lowers his weapon. "Okay," is all he says to Riddick before leaning back as he was before.

Fry begins to explain her plan to get everyone out to the skiff and leaving before we loose all our light. "Can you get us there in the dark?" someone asked her. I looked up at her as her gazed went over to Riddick.

"No, but he can."