AUTHOR'S WARNING!! Graphic violence and Rape contained in the first four paragraphs. If you would be offended or are faint at heart, kip over them and go directly to the paragraph started in bold writing.

Disclaimer: No I don't own the rights to Riddick, or his universe, Rachel Gray, and any other characters you've never heard of before are mine. I thank the big wigs at Universal for not suing my ass for using their character.

Difference

By Gymp

"Hey bitch, hold still!" The voice was gruff, and the hands that pawed at her clothing hurt as she struggled to escape from someone's grasp. She didn't know what he looked like, only heard that barking tone and felt the rasping breath as it rattled from his lungs and was blown into her face. She could imagine the hygiene of the man was lacking some of the finer things, like a tooth brushing and a bath, but she couldn't be sure, all she knew was she had to get away. As she struggled harder, she felt her attacker's fingers dig into her arms as a bony knee forced its way between her kicking legs. Her body thrashed viciously under the man as he raised a fist and cuffed her upside the head with a balled fist. As she lay there, in the back of a dirty alley with a cold wall at her side and a plastic bag filled with garbage at her head, she glanced desperately towards the street as cars passed slowly, and people stood on the moving sidewalks waiting for their time to get off.

As the mans disgusting mouth bit at her neck, and his hands tore greedily at her clothes, she let loose a terrified scream that she hoped would gain the attention of one of the walk riders that passed less than twenty feet from where she lay, struggling in the darkness. She heard the man grunt as she tried to bite his ear, when she grazed his cheek instead, his fist flew towards her face and she lost all consciousness.

"Fucking Bitch, now you ain't gonna enjoy it, but thas' alright, Eddie boy here's gonna have 'nough fun for the two of us." He laughed heartily as he unbuttoned his pants and dug himself out. After a few satisfying jerks of his hand, he tore away the girls pants, spread her limp legs and drove forcefully into her. When he was done, he shoved himself back into his pants did them up and whipped out a knife.

Pushing apart the shredded remains of the girl's shirt he slowly and deliberately sunk the blade into her abdomen, chuckling with demented glee as the girl reacted to his torture in her unconscious state. It wasn't long after that the alley was empty, both victim and rapist having gone their separate ways.

Rachel Gray looked up from where she lay in the dark alleyway, unable to remember anything. The pain in her abdomen caused fire to spread through her body, which looked like a mangled and bloody mess. Turning her head slightly she looked out at the street through slitted eyes. A small delicate looking hand reached out desperately towards the roadway before her eyes closed again and with a strength that came from somewhere deep within, tried desperately to stand. With a cry of anguish and pain, she stumbled and fell, a hand clutched to her abdomen as she dragged herself to the entrance to the alleyway. No more that three feet away from the light of the street, she collapsed breath coming in shallow pants as she felt her life ebbing away from her.

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Riddick was on his way to a meet up with his short term employer when the shit hit the fan. Riding the motorized sidewalks to cut down time, he jumped from one walk to another ever mindful of his surroundings and the people who stood near him. Wearing a pair of shaded glasses that he had shelled out a small fortune for, Riddick stood on the edge of the walk ready to flee into a darkened alley if the need arose. As he made a check of his surroundings he heard a rustle to his left and the pungent smell of blood rushed to his nose. Immediately instinct took over, and he easily hopped off of the slow moving walk and into a darkened alleyway. What greeted him was what could only come out of some horror novel that rich people liked to read. The scent of blood, new and old permeated the area. Stepping into the darkness, he hugged the wall as he took off his glasses and tucked them into his jacket pocket. Investigating the area gave him the idea that one sick fuck liked to play there.

It was the moan she let out that drew him to her. She lay behind a pile of garbage, arm stretched out in front of her in the fetal position. Blood covered her; he didn't need to see her to know that she was messed up pretty bad. Examining her quickly he checked her wounds, then checked her for id. Her wallet lay in the back of the alley, her id lay in a pool of her own blood, picking it up he stared at the school photo of her. He could tell it wasn't recent by the date on it, but the look, that all trusting look that he'd seen so many times before on a different face caused his guts to twist. With a sigh of disgust, he shoved her IDs back into her wallet, shouldered out of his coat and wrapped her in it. When he picked her up, he dug out his glasses and put them on before looking down at her battered face. A look of pain crossed his face as he cradled her small broken form in his massive arms. Walking to the end of the alley, he looked down at her one last time before stepping out into the lighted street and onto the walk.

In that moment he realized that the things he had been about to do didn't really matter, what mattered was seeing that the girl in his arms survived.