Thanks so much to all of the people who have reiviewed. This is for you.

Well I'm back with the end of the story.There are two parts to this chapter, it was origninally 10 pages long so I thought I should break it up into two parts. Just a warning if you haven't seen Chronicals of Riddick thereis a characteryou won't recognize..but other than that..here is the first...enjoy:

Darkness Brings Truth (pt.1)

Minx sat a few feet behind Riddick. Both silent. Somehow the roar of the engines did more then just distract her. She soon got lost in the New Mecca blinding atmosphere, golden light making her closed eyes cloud with water.

She felt the quaking of the ship rattle her from the inside out, the vibrations spreading from her center to the very tips of her fingers then inward again.

In the next moment the shaking stopped and the ship felt weightless once again. A slowing whine of the engines filled her ears as the engines wound down from their boost. She took a breath and reopened her eyes, feeling her head light, her stomach slightly nauseous.

Her eyes weren't open for more than a moment before they landed on Riddick. She let her eyes fall on him; she felt his anger, felt his concentration on what was before him. He remained still, looking completely un-phased by what had just happened.

She let her eyes run over the smooth skin of his head, the delicate curves of his shoulder and arm. The light dimly rested on his shoulders, the rest of him was cast in shadows. She felt her gaze stretch to see his face, but she found his jaw and cheekbone was all that she could see.

She continued watching him, knowing he was aware of her gaze. Suddenly he was like a magnet and she was attracted completely, maybe it was being alone with the guilt she had, sitting there in that metal chair, in the silence, knowing she was heading to a world where human life was cheap.

Minx watched as Riddick tilted his head in her direction then seemed to wait. What he was waiting for she didn't know, but as the moments drug on all she could hear was her own breathing.

She saw his hand tighten slightly around the arm of his chair, his grip turned into a white knuckled fist, and then the fist uncoiled. His hand slipped up and down the armrest, his head still tilted in her direction.

Her hands dropped to her lap and undid the harness. She felt herself dazedly stand up and start to leave, the moment she did he turned his face away to look at the immense sky before them. She let out a silent breath and continued on down the hall to her room.

The door slipped closed behind her and encased her in darkness as she walked across the room. After a couple of paces her knees hit the side of the bed. She turned and sat down on the unmade bed, feeling the rumpled sheets press into her back as she laid down.

She pulled out the small locket around her neck, one she didn't touch very often. She closed her fingers around the warm clammy metal and closed her eyes. She didn't need to open the locket to see the face that was inside.

Across the system

"We must come up with a plan soon." Areon breathed, looking out over the expanse of her sun-lit city.

"Maybe the lost child?" Mensa responded.

"If we can find her." Areon said slowly, "It has been many years since I've seen her. A decade or more in their time, this universe is an immense place, and the galaxies beyond are black holes when looking for one girl."

"We must try Areon." Mensa stressed, "You know what will happen in five years or maybe less."

"We need more than the girl to fight the Neomongers." Areon whispered, "To fight them we need him as well."

Minx felt the dried tears on her face crack as she yawned tiredly, her body felt heavy and empty. A lurch jolted her from the bed, making her tumble onto the cold floor. She breathed heavily but opened her eyes, knowing she was on her face and very uncomfortable.

A slight scraping then a rush of air cocooned the ship, it sounded like a heavy wind beating against metal. The jacks of the ship groaned slightly as they set it down onto some type of floor. What the hell is going on? Why have we stopped? She asked herself.

Getting to her feet she touched the side of her leg. Her blade was still tucked into the sleeve within her pants. She felt a little confidence fill her spine as she opened the door and stepped out into the dimly lit hall. She felt her boots grip and release the rubber under her feet with every step she took. As she walked down the hall the cockpit came into view, then Riddick, and finally the small port that they were docked at.

Before she could get to Riddick the door opened and her eyes were glued to it, her hand closed around her blade ready to draw. But she met familiar hazel eyes, her hand uncoiled from the handle of her blade, all thoughts left her, "Hocks?" Minx heard herself whisper, "What are you…how did you…"

Hocks just smirked at her, "She wasn't my only ship Minx."

"Did you receive word from Jack yet?" Riddick asked, his voice split through the space and filled her, unknowingly she held her breath.

Hocks looked to Riddick, "Yea, she's fine, she called from New Mecca this morning." Hocks paused to adjust his shoulders, "The holy man…Imam said your deal is closed. You kept your end so he'll keep his."

She immediately wondered what deal that Hocks was talking about, but she could tell by the look on Hocks's face he didn't know either. Riddick just nodded. Before Minx could think any farther, Hocks turned to her, knowingly meeting her eyes, "I can take you the rest of the way to Nebula 10."

She felt Riddick's eyes on her as well; in fact they were burning holes in her. She bit the inside of her lip, why couldn't the floor just open up and swallow her?

She took another breath, her lungs felt tight, thoughts in the back of her mind were starting to take over, reasons, feelings, and clashes all demanding her attention.

"No that's alright Hocks." Minx said suddenly, then he watched her as she said, "Riddick can take me the rest of the way."

Riddick felt his anger flare, the semi-deep rage still lingered in his veins. He could feel his equal breathing hitch as he wondered what the hell her game was because he was done playing it.

Hocks nodded and turned to him, although Riddick's attention was still on Minx, "My men have finished loading the supplies. Watch your ass out there."

With that he was gone, the door slid behind him and once again they were left alone. Without another word Minx turned her back and headed down the hall into her room. Her door slipped closed but Riddick promised himself once they took off it wouldn't stay that way.

She let the darkness surround her once again, but this time she prepared herself for the take off. It happened quick and smooth, nothing like she'd expected. The tip of her ears and hair on the back of her neck began warming up; a slow chill ran up her spine. She felt the inkling go through her body like a crashing wave on the beech. When it reached her mind she turned and triple code-locked her door.

She breathed a small sigh of relief, then a small noise cracked the silence, just a faint click to her ears. Then it got louder and louder, then bang, a fist to the center of her door. Bang, the noise came again, this time louder, making the metal vibrate, "Open up Minx." Riddick's muffled voice flowed up to her ears; she could tell that he was standing an inch or so outside of the door.

"Can't you understand a locked door?" She challenged. Why did I turn Hocks down? She asked herself, but as she stood there she quickly knew the answer, she didn't want to leave Riddick, she didn't know if it was love, the type of love she had with Deo, but she'd said no to Hocks so easily it scared her.

There was a long silence, the moments turned into minutes, then minutes drug out and her sense of time started slipping away. She stood in the darkness not moving, then bang another hit from his fist, this time she screamed, "Minx!" His voice was rough and steadily angry. Now she definitely wouldn't open up.

"I'm sorr--" But she never got a chance to finish before a small wind rushed into her room and two rough hands grabbed her shoulders. In the distance she heard her door slide shut, she felt her feet momentarily leave the floor, her body swiftly moved backwards, then she fell against the wall, "Riddick get the hell out!" She screamed, "What the hell is your problem!"

She felt his hands close tightly over her upper arms, felt his breath slip over her cheek, "I don't like locked doors." His voice was chilling; so cold it was like death. She tried to turn her head away buthis hand gripped her jaw with cool fingertips.

"Lights 15" He ordered, the lights came on to fill the room with a soft glow, "Is this the way it was with him?" Riddick whispered to her, his silver shined eyes glowing with menace and rage, "One minute you're kissing him...then next you lock your bedroom door?" His hands were now back on her upper arms, squeezing them so hard it hurt, "Do you like the power Minx? Turning a guy on, twisting him around. Is that what you did to the love of your life? Did he like it?"

His grip intensified, she swore she could feel his fingers press right into her bones. She closed her eyes and felt hot tears spill down her cheeks as she felt the pain boil inside her. The pain turned to anger and opened her eyes.

Before she could blink she broke his grip on her arm and slapped him as hard as she could. His head snapped to the left, the loud sound of her slap echoed in the room and filled her ears.

She braced herself for his rage; Minx didn't think he would've ever killed her back on Hocks's ship, although now she wasn't so sure. But his face was calmed, almost indifferent, his gaze just locked onto hers once again.

Riddick showed her a small smile before leaning closer to her, not stopping until he was about an inch from her face, she tried to recoil but he just leant closer, "Did you slap me because you're insulted, or did you slap me because you know it's true?"

Riddick gazed hard at her honey eyes, keeping a firm grip on her arms. He saw the pain written all over her face, her body, even in her breaths, he hated to know that it was him who caused it all, but his rage over rode his humanity, "Com'mon Minxy I'm waiting for an answer." He taunted her, feeling that burning sting spread down his back as he said her name.

Before he knew it her lips were on his, gentle and warm, tasting like salt because of her crying. He kept his grip still on her arms, not moving an inch away from her. His pulse livened, making his heart crash against his ribs.

Her ragged breaths ripped across his upper lip as he took control and tilted her head gently against the door. Her lips parted and broke the kiss, making Riddick open his eyes.

Minx was looking steadily at him, her face clouded by slight anger, "I'm more than insulted Riddick. I hate what you said to me." She said quietly, "And as for the love of my life, Deo, I treated him like my king. I loved him, I cherished him." Her soft spoken words hurt him some how as she looked at him with such melancholy, "But he's dead. And I've grown to care for you."

She took a breath now, and Riddick had nothing to say as she went on, "Jack loves you. She'd be your wife in a second if you asked her. She'd give you her life. You know it Riddick. I can't be with you; I couldn't stand to hurt her like that."

Riddick looked at her, her eyes were now pleading with him, but he didn't know what she wanted from him anymore, finally he heard his voice, far away, not apart of him, but someone else, "Yeah, I know. We all know. You, me, and Jack. But Jack isn't here. Leaving just you and me. What are you going to do about it?"

She closed her eyes then reopened them to gaze down, "Nothing." Riddick took his hands from her, expecting rage but feeling sadness instead. In that moment a rhythmic beeping seeped through the door from the cockpit. Riddick looked at the door over her shoulder, Minx looked at it too and stepped to the side to let him pass.

He exited her room without looking back. He found himself before an immense black sky and a grey spinning planet, Nebula 10.

There it is...to find outwhat happens next...go on to Pt.2