Hey there! I am so sorry it has taken so long to update. I was at a bit of a writer's block and then my computer shut down again. Grrr. But it's all fixed now and I have a pretty good idea what is going to happen next. Well seeing how it is 2:00 in the morning, I am going to bed! I do apologize if there are spelling or punctuation errors I have no spellcheck and once again I remind you it is 2:00 in the morning. I need sleep! Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. Reviews really help me keep the enthusiasm to write. Oh and this chapter is a bit violent... just forewarning you if you aren't a fan of violence.

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Chapter 3: Breakfast

Riddick cocked an eyebrow at the woman in front of him. For a moment he thought he caught a glimpse of raw fear in her pale, green eyes. Before he could think much on it though, the shields went back up and she crossed her arms in defiance. He saw some of the inmates jaws drop in astonishment. Riddick couldn't help but be a little bit impressed with her courage. She shifted her weight onto her left foot and cocked her head at him. "What do you want?"

"Well aren't we full of piss and vinegar this morning." The men around them grunted. Riddick's glare could have split a man in two. Needless to say, everyone went back to what they were doing when he gaze fell on them. Riddick looked back at her for a moment and then turned towards the kitchen dismissing her from his thoughts.

Taren watched as the man walked away from her. Although the man made her want to kick something everytime he spoke, she couldn't deny the fact that he was extremely good looking. She would have rather had him look like a toad though, then she could better handle him. It was very hard to concentrate on what she was saying when those silver orbs seemed to engulf her. She mentally slapped herself. The man's attitude and personality was rotten, thus everything else about him was rotten. She'd just have to ignore his beautifully shaped arms and...she mentally slapped herself again.

She realized the other men were starting to focus on her again so she got moving. She walked over to the barred counter and waited as a man in gray clothing dished out what she assumed was supposed to be food. The man passed her the tray through a hole in the cage. "I know you'll enjoy this."

"Doubtful. Very doubtful." Taren turned around with her styrafoam tray full of slop and scanned the crowd.

It looked like most of the seats were taken and the ones that weren't she didn't dare sit in. Finally at the far end of the room, she saw the man with the silver eyes. On his side of the room there was less light and it seemed to her that the areas with the most light had the most people. If it were possible, it was as if his eyes were all the more bright without the light.

Nobody was sitting at the table with him. Those who sat near kept eyeing him and then would hunch their heads down into their groups and talk in hushed tones. The man didn't seem to notice and kept eating as if this were a normal thing. As much as she dispised him, he was a lot better compared to her other choices. Holding her head up high, she wound her way through the tables and came up to the impressive looking man. "Can I sit here?"

He didn't answer her so she took it for a yes and sat down. She tried to scoot her chair closer to the table but it wouldn't budge. She looked down at the legs and realized they were nailed to the ground. The man's voice made her jump. "They don't take any chances with us down here."

She frowned at him. "They think you'd use a chair as a weapon?"

He looked amused with her as he responded. "Of course."

He bent his head back down towards his food. She watched as he used a piece of the tray he had broken off to scoop up whatever the hell kind of food they were given. "Why are you doing that?"

He rose an eyebrow. "What? Did they give you any silverware?"

She looked down at her plate and only then realized they hadn't. She looked behind her to see if she maybe had dopped it as she came over and then mentally berated herself. She heard him chuckle and turned around unable to conceal her blush. He spoke to her as if he were lecturing a child. "How fucking naive you are. You believe they would actually give us silverware? And here you are sitting on a chair nailed to the ground."

His chest rumbled with his laughter and he shoved his tray away. She couldn't help but shake her own head at her stupidity. Finally she broke off a piece of her tray and scooped up the green mush. She bit her lip as she gathered her gumption and finally tasted it. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. In fact it didn't really have a taste at all. "What is this?"

"One of lifes unsolved mysteries." He watched as she scooped up a little bit more. "So have you got a name"

"Taren."

"Taren? What the hell kind of a name is that?"

She felt like throwing the tray in his face but never got to when a body slammed into her. As she slid over the tables she saw another person hit the man who she had been talking to. Whoever hit her squeezed her aorund the middle hard and she cried out. The momentum of their bodies sent them off the table and crashing into the cold ground. Taren felt as if an explosion went off. There were voices all around yelling and the ground seemed to reverberate as men rushed about. She elbowed the body on her and heard a grunt. He still wouldn't move though and seemed to try to shove her head into the ground. It hurt like hell. His horrid breath seemed to crawl down her neck. She felt like gagging. Suddenly there was a pinch at her thigh and she remembered the nail she had slipped into her pocket the night before. Quickly she pulled it out and jabbed it into the man's gut. He screamed and rolled off of her. She put the nail in her pocket again and stood up in a daze.

She was in the middle of a big circle of cheering inmates. The man with the silver eyes was fighting off three others. They surrounded him and tried to rush them but in the blink of an eye he was behind one of them. He grabbed one of the man's arms. He bent it back and their was an awful crack as he snapped the bone. In the dim light, Taren saw the inmate's bone sticking out of the flesh. Another crack rent the air and the screaming man collapsed as the bone poking out of his flesh was ripped out. This all happened so quickly Taren shook her head in disbelief. The man who had been sitting in front of her so calmly had turned into a vicious, methological killing machine. She couldn't help but be terrified as well as impressed as he used another man's bone as a weapon. Before they knew what was happening, one of the men found himself flying painfully into a table amongst the observing crowd while the other found his throat slit.

She seemed unable to move as she heard the man who's bone had been removed, moan and cry out. The man whose throat had been slit slowly collapsed to his knees as he clawed at his bleeding throat, gurgling as the blood flowed. All the spectators either cheered or booed at the killer as he watched the man die before him. He wasn't even out of breath. Taren's mouth was dry. Suddenly someone hit her from behind and she stumbled into the wall of faces. The man who she had stabbed advanced on her again but she couldn't focus enough to move. "You bitch!"

He swung his fist about again but was stopped suddenly when two massive hands wrapped around his neck. A third crack that morning pierced the air and he fell dead at her feet. She looked at the crumpled form at her feet for a moment and then looked back up and at the man who saved her. Everyone was silent whether in awe or fear of the killer standing before them like a demon. Finally, everyone began to slowly back away and then rush off when they heard guards approaching.

Taren's heart was still pounding in her chest and she wouldn't have been surprised if everyone else could hear it. Her head felt like shit but she ignored it for the moment. All the inmates were rushing off and she saw a large group of guards pushing through the crowd towards the two of them. He did as well and stuck the bloody bone in his boot quickly. One of the guards then shouted,"Riddick!"

Riddick looked over his shoulder at Jared who was approaching at a fast pace. "Fuck. It's back to the hole for me."

"Riddick?"

He turned back to Taren who looked at him curiously. Her long black hair was knotted and all messed up and she had dirt plus what looked like some of breakfast all over her now bruised cheek. He couldn't help but grin in amusement. "What?"

"What the hell kind of a name is that?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Before he could answer, he was hit from behind by a guard and he was surrounded by blessed darkness.