Quick Author's note: Thankies much for thr reviewness. Anyways, quick explanation of Fathia's point in the story. Obviously to kill Riddick and various other such things. She was made to be better than him in pretty much everything, but the adjustments are more of a detriment to her than anything else. Indeed. Well, enjoy this next chapter even if it's not totally correct with the Riddick universe.

The temperature had dropped to well below zero. It was cold. Hell, it was always fucking cold on planet UV. It was just a big planet of snow and ice and those damn Urzos. Riddick was getting sick of it. He had convinced the last Merc to leave because he had slaughtered the others he had been with. The man had been happy to comply with Riddick's wishes. Too bad he hadn't killed him too. Would have been able to get of the planet that way.

Riddick mused over this as he sharpened the knife in his hand. He had been able to rid his area of Urzos but it was only a matter of time before the shaggy beasts would show up again. They weren't much use for food but their hides would protect him against the cold. The hides wore out surprisingly quickly, but Riddick had stock piled enough to last him for some time.

Despite the fact that he was on his own he had found what he wanted. Solitude. No more fighting or killing for him, for now anyways. He hadn't wished to rejoin the human race, or any other race for that matter. He had wanted to live alone until the end of his days. He knew that it probably wasn't possible. That last Merc had probably told every other Merc he knew that he had found Riddick on planet UV. Riddick was expecting someone to arrive within the next few weeks. It was inevitable.

"Left side of the spine, fourth lumbar down." He said to himself, gazing at the newly sharpened blade in the firelight. A smile crept across his face as he spoke. He couldn't help himself sometimes. Laughing softly he placed the weapon back up on the wall. Despite the fact he had lost some people who he had become quite close to her was doing just fine on his own. The tragedy of their deaths had sent him back to his hatred of the human race and back into solitude.

Fucking dark planet, fucking Mercs! Kicking a small patch of dirt Riddick clenched his fists, the strain reaching up to his elbows. He had to learn to control his anger but it was so damn hard! Fists shaking with rage Riddick headed for the cave entrance. He needed to cool off and there was no better way but to go out into below zero temperatures. The cold bit into Riddick's skin but he didn't mind or notice for that matter.

He was in his trademark tank and pants which were beginning to frost over from the thin layer of sweat he worked up will inside the warm cave. Any sane person would have never been out in this weather but then again Riddick wasn't exactly the sanest person in the galaxy. Laughing at his own thoughts he looked up to the sky, removing his goggles. The snow made everything brighter even with the dim sun everything was reflected at least ten times more so than normal. It was painful to the eyes so Riddick slid his goggles back down.

The cold was just now getting to him so he turned about totally unaware that eyes had been on him the whole time. The familiar tingle along the back of his neck alerted him to such but he kept on walking back towards the cave entrance. Whoever it was wouldn't follow him. Enough information had been spread around about him to alert even the most green of Mercs to never follow him into an enclosed area. Running a hand along his head he found that his hair had grown a little. That could be fixed quite easily. Disappearing back into the sanctity of his cave he left the cold behind, the thin sheet of ice clinging to his body soon melting away.

The tingle at the back of his neck went away as soon as he rounded a dark corner. He had been residing on UV for almost a year now and it felt more like home than any place else. No one here to idolize him or pester him with stupid notions of God or Allah or whoever. He was left to himself which he found to be quite comforting. His only companions being the voices in his head which were always urging him to kill something or someone but he found that now it was much easier to repress them.

Sitting down beside the ever burning fire he grabbed a bucket from nearby where so old axle grease was always stored. Withdrawing his signature knife he stabbed it into the ground in front of him he smeared the grease along his head, keeping his goggles on as a guide. As he had done so many times before he shaved his head clean with his knife; the knife that had taken so many lives before was nothing but a personal grooming implement.

As he scraped off the grease into the bucket he heard the faint sounds of footsteps but gazing into the darkened entrance showed him nothing. He must be going mad by now. Almost a year alone would do that to anyone. Calmly resuming his shaving he wiped the remaining grease of with the dull edge of the knife and scraped it back into the bucket. The grease would keep forever and could be reused over and over again. He was set for the long haul.

He removed his goggles with a sigh, still aware of the faint footstep sound that seemed to be coming closer. It was probably one of the Long Tooth Cats that inhabited the planet out stalking something or other. Shoving the bucket away he receded into a dark corner of the cave where his makeshift bed was. It was kind of like a hammock made from a huge Urzo pelt that had been tacked to the walls. It had been reinforced in certain places with Long Tooth Cat pelts so that its integrity would last much longer than.

Sitting down at the edge of this hammock he sighed and rubbed his temples. Riddick couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. What for? He didn't even know. He 't explain it. Folding his arms behind his head he lay back and stared up at the rock above him. The footsteps had disappeared but he could hear their faint retreat off in the distance.

At this Riddick slipped into dreamless sleep as he had done ever since he was a young boy. One eye was always kept open and he never shut down entirely, just enough so that he could watch for signs of an attack and regain his strength. He could go for long amounts of time without sleep but here, well, all he really had to do was sleep.