Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Pitch Black or Chronicles of Riddick. I only own Liz as she is a fictional character created in the dark corner of my mind.

Warning: This is a sequel to my other fanfic entitled Liz's Story. You should read that first before you read this or else you are going to be confused. Also be warned that both stories contain spoilers for the films and so it is better if you have seen the films first. Also, Riddick is OOC and if you don't like it, tough. Don't read it then.

Men are all liars. All of them are fucking liars. Especially those named Riddick.

"I promise you this, I will never leave you again. I love you."

Bastard.

Once the four of us got off that god-forsaken planet, we got picked up by a small shipping vessel on its way to New Mecca on Helion Prime. We hopped on board and joined the ride.

We got a few rooms at the local motel there in New Mecca. Jack and Iman their own rooms and Riddick and I shared one. Little did I know it would be the last time I saw him.

"Riddick," Liz said sitting down on the bed, "what's going to happen now? We can't stay here because there are going to be mercs hunting you down. I don't want you to die, I love you."

Riddick turned to Liz. His eyes were hiding something, but Liz couldn't pinpoint it. Suddenly Riddick was over her and Liz was flat on her back on the bed.

"Don't worry about me," he said into her neck. "I can take care of myself."

Liz smiled and nodded. Riddick pulled her into a kiss, but it seemed more like a desperate kiss than a passionate one. That night they made love like tomorrow was the end of the world, for Liz it was.

She woke up as the sun was rising. She reached over to Riddick's side of the bed and felt nothing but cool sheets. She sat up in a panic and started looking around the room. She searched everywhere, but there was no Riddick.

Liz walked back to the bed and noticed something on the small table at the end of the bed. Liz hesitated, but slowly picked it up.

It was Riddick's shiv from his battle down on that planet. Liz pulled on some clothes and sat down on Riddick's side of the bed, pondering when he left and why. Suddenly there was knock on the door.

"It's me," Jack yelled from the other side. She walked in a few seconds later.

"Hey there Liz, where's Riddick?" Liz looked up at the poor girl and then back at the ground. Jack's happy expression changed and suddenly she was rushing around the room looking for Riddick, calling his name.

Liz didn't move from that spot, she knew it was hopeless. Riddick had left her…again.

Jack was in such a horrible state that it took some real coaxing to calm her down. She wanted to go and search for Riddick, and I did too. Iman tried to stop us, ask us to wait, but we were too angry to do it.

We stayed in New Mecca for a few months, training and preparing for our trip. I quickly learned how to work and use Riddick's shiv properly. I knew the pressure spots on a person to leave them unconscious, I learned where the most damage could be done using a shiv, and I learned how to kill people quickly and efficiently. Jack learned too.

There was another reason I had to stay in New Mecca, a reason I allowed because of Iman's bugging me about it, a reason I left behind for him to take care, a reason I think about every night before I shut my eyes.

After a while, Jack started to feel like her name was just a memory of the past, so she changed it, to Kyra. "Jack was weak," she told me. I nodded and we continued to train.

Finally we were ready to head out. We hopped on a merc ship, where we were promised to be taught the trade, instead we were slaved out.

The last people we were working for was a family. The man of the house was an insufferable pig and his wife was just the same. The only kind people were the youngest children. The oldest child was 17 and thought that he could get anything he wanted. He was always harassing Kyra.

Then one night, he tried to rape her. I couldn't take it and killed him, slit his throat.

The father heard the screams and came with his whip. Kyra got him, right in the "sweet spot" as he was attempting to hurt me. The mother was next, but we didn't kill her, we just roughed her up a bit.

We left and headed out, swift and silently, toward the nearest space port. Every now and then we would have to kill another person, but we finally got onto a ship and off that planet. By this time Kyra was 17 and I was nearing 30. Five years had passed and we were no closer to finding Riddick than before.

I gave up all hope of ever finding him again.

We were caught by a rouge merc ship on our way back to New Mecca. We were boarded and taken to the nearest triple max slam, Crematoria.

While there, Kyra and I learned how it felt to be in a cage. Kyra became restless and started becoming a problem. I just held back and decided to bide my time.

Then I lashed out and got three guards that had come to check me. I killed them with their own weapons. They stayed away from me until it was absolutely necessary after that, and then when they did come, they were better armed and they kept their hands to themselves.

Kyra didn't like to be touched so almost every time someone came to check her, she would attack and end up losing. She killed a guard once and ended up in the small containment chambers down where they keep the dogs.

She was down there for two weeks. When I killed those three guards, I was there for almost a month.

At night, my mind would fill with the thoughts of what happened down on that planet and how that girl had grown and become what she was today, a murderer. How I had become a murderer. My thoughts often went to Riddick, but not to think fondly, only anger filled me when I thought of him.

He was like every other male, a liar. I decided that if I ever saw him again, that I would have no choice but to kill him. He took what he wanted and left me alone.

The only problem with killing him is, I am still fucking attracted to him.

No man has ever touched me like Riddick had, and I planned to keep it that way. One of the other inmates tried once, he lost his manhood in the process.

Kyra and I would sit and talk at night about where we thought Riddick might be and what he might be doing.

Even in all our talks, we never thought that one day he would just drop in.