Author's Note: Ah writer's block sux!! Lol The reviews were great though…thanks a bunch!

Jack's POV:

My feet ate up the ground as I was ripped by my arm through the throng of people. Although my lungs had trouble keeping up my mind sure didn't. Regret slowly coursed through my veins like a poison hell bent on revenge. On the flip side it had a nice numbing effect.

I was in a state of shock, I can't even remember the ride on the ship or Marie's worried face. Nope, the only thing that held my attention was the blood, His blood. Everything seemed blurry and the only thing I could see clearly was red. A deep crimson, which started to dry on the way to my new home. A feeling I've never felt before washed over me, words can't describe it but all I knew is I wanted the clothes off. Trying to take off my skin where it met the tacky goo was next, that's all I remember…

Loud, bright, overpopulated, were all things that described a city. Didn't matter what one, you've seen one you've seen them all. At the time the only thing I was worried about was where the hell the shower was.

If I could of hit rewind I would of. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that room pulling the trigger. My nightmares no longer were held by the planet I've escaped so many years ago, no instead they were filled with Riddick and how I shot him. There was a time where I would have done anything for him, gone anywhere, yet now I shot down my only hope, my last chance at what I wanted.

Many would have called it crush, it was at first but over the years it grew into something I could barely contain. Love. Plain and simple. I loved him. He saved me in ways he'll never know and without him I feel incomplete. I use to think that there was another side to him, a human side , now well now I think that everyone was telling the truth from the beginning, he is a monster.

No One's POV:

About a week flew by before they heard the news. No progress had really been made, since they landed. Jack was in and out, here and there, rarely saying anything. Marie on the other hand didn't know what to do, how to help her, or if she could. Sure she tried to talk to her about it but Jack would just walk out or zone out. It had to be hard on her but she was so young she couldn't throw everything she worked for now! Jack was strong and she had no doubt that she would pull through this, she had to.

"Hey Jack, you want some breakfast?" Marie yelled from the kitchen.

"No." Jack croaked coming from her bedroom.

"Well sit cause your eating." She slid a plate of pancakes down the table before sitting down with her own. Jack said nothing just sat there playing with her food.

"Come on Jack, you have to eat. Hurry up cause we're leaving in 10 minutes." Jack forced a few spoonfuls in her mouth before she was allowed to get up and go get dressed. She came from her room to see Marie at the door waiting for her.

"Here." She handed her a gun, "Big city, anything could happen." Jack looked at it as if it were a snake about to bite her.

"I can't take it." She backed up shaking her head.

"Enough! The past is the past you can't change it, you're better than this, so much stronger. Come on Jack pull it together." Jack's haze seemed to lift from her eyes and she grabbed the gun running her hands over it realizing it was the one she used to shoot…

"Let's go Jack." Marie called from outside watching her intently for any signs of changing her mind.

"I'm ready." Jack stepped out into the damp misty night air in a new sense. It was like she hit a switch, something turned on and was overriding her feelings that she's been having since the incident. Marie smiled, Jack was deadly again.

Of course when they reached the city, they went their separate ways each having their own agenda. It was only around 9 so the city was packed with all kinds of people, which put Jack on edge. After picking up some clothes and a couple of things she needed, she looked for the first place she could duck into. A little sandwich place on the corner caught her eye and her stomach growled in agreement. The place was dimly lit and only a few took up the stools that surrounded the bar. Picking one on the end Jack sat her bags next to her before hopping up on one and ordering her food. Didn't take long and for that she was grateful, woo she was hungry. While finishing off her second sandwich, the vid catch her attention. Instead of the sport show that was on, some reported now stood in front of the screen.

"Turn it up, Rod." Someone yelled three seats from her. Jack's eyes stayed glued to the screen.

" It has been confirmed, Richard B. Riddick is dead. Found a few short days ago in where we believe he has been hiding out. He was believed to have been shoot several times, the only known suspects are seen here." A surveillance clip rolled showing Jack and Marie running from the building where they were staying. "The authorities will give us no more information at this point but we do believe they know who took down the infamous killer…" Jack's face paled to an unbelievable white, throwing some credit chips down on the table she was out of there like a bat out of hell. No one even looked up.

Taking off in a full run was the only thing that made any sense. Not knowing where she was headed she did just that. By the time she reached the house tears flooded her eyes sending her to her knees in defeat. She killed him, she really killed him. She killed her savior.

He was able to keep the limping to a minimum as he crept thorough the alleys remaining invisible to the untrained eye. Then again all you had to do was follow the blood trail that was steady behind him. His pace was determined, still lethal as he made it to his ship ready for anything, alert. With five bullets lodged in his side, Riddick could still say he's gone through worse. Yet it was usually Merc's who put them there, not Jack, never her.

While Riddick plucked the bullets out of his side his mind wandered. It focused on Jack but mainly the look on her face when she pulled the trigger. Reminded him a lot of himself right before he moved in for the kill. The adrenaline, the excitement, the anticipation was all there. Her eyes gave her away. They were so expressive, he knew he hurt her but it kept her from following him, from having a life like him. Cause as much fun as it sounded it wasn't. Not even a little bit. In that moment he knew, Jack was a killer. As many would like to believe, killers aren't made, their born. Many don't know they are, but it's the few who do know that are the dangerous ones. Riddick's lips twisted into a crazed smile, the apple never falls far from the tree.

Days passed and with them so did the pain. Knowing he couldn't stay planet side any longer, the ship grumbled to life before launching unauthorized out of the spaceport. Thankful that his ship had its own med bay and was fueled, Riddick put the ship on autopilot before running another scanner over the wounded areas. From the hand held scanner it showed that they were healing nicely without any sigh of infection. He could of cared less , might have been better off dead anyway. Anything was better than a one way ticket to Slam. That was the only reason he was giving his injuries so much attention. Predators preyed on the weak. Mercs were always on his ass and it wouldn't do him any good if he got spotted because of his or slow movements. No, he had enough trouble to deal with.

A satisfied smirk crossed his face as his fate was announced. He was officially dead, so they did find the little surprise he left them. Course not everyone would believe it, especially the Mercs but it did buy him some time. The surveillance tape made it even better, so little Jackie did want a life like him. He knew she just got it, because once her name was released every Merc with an attitude would be up her ass. He sat there for a long time after the screen went blank.

"You got what you wanted Jackie girl." He whispered from the shadows, "Now can you deal with it?" Riddick wasn't waiting for the answer, the ship was already programmed to Ladega.