Sorry for the wait guys. I've been busy. Hope you enjoy it.

They say most of your brain shuts down in cryo sleep, all but the primitive side the animal side. No wonder I'm still awake. Transporting me with civilians, sounded like forty, forty plus. Heard an Arab voice, some hoodoo holy man on his way to New Mecca but what route, what route. Smelled a woman, sweat, boots, tool belt, leather; prospector type and they only take the back roads. Then there's Johns the blue eyed devil. Plans on taking me back to slam. Only this time he picked a ghost lane. Now here's my real problem, the girl, Carla, I can't seem to get away from her, no matter how hard I try. Long time between stops, long time for something to go wrong.

Carla woke up staring into a black oblivion. Her arms and legs still chained and the bit still securely in her mouth. 'What the fuck is going on here?' As if on cue a bright light flooded her vision causing her to squint and turn away.

"Nice to see your ok." The deep drawl of his voice made her cringe and snarl. "What, not happy to see me?" He laughed and hauled her up out of her broken cryo. She tried to say 'What happened?' but it came out muffled from her bit. Johns must have understood cause he answered her right away. "Don't know really, rouge comet maybe a meteor storm. Crash landed on some desert planet." With that said he chained her to a beam and left searching for something on the floor.

Minutes later he returned with a still chained Riddick but it was obvious there had been a squabble. Carla made a huff of air pass through her nose and johns glared at her. "You two are gonna be the death of me you know that?" 'You have no idea shithead.' Then he left again and she was alone to stare at Riddick.

At first she thought he was just standing to stretch his muscles but when she looked above him and saw the break in the beam her eyes bulged in horror. She was sure that he was crazy then. Then she heard the pop of his shoulders and his pained moans and she knew he was crazy. He fell forward and grabbed the cutting torch in front of him. It didn't take him long to cut away the restraints. Then he just looked at her for a second and took off. 'Should have known.' When Johns came back he was beyond pissed. He took off her bit and asked her where he went but she told him she didn't know and that was the truth. He just took off, she didn't know in what direction just knew he was gone. He left and all was quiet for a long while. That was until she heard the shots and screaming in the distance.

Johns came back dragging a semiconscious Riddick and chained him sitting down in one corner of the ship. He then moved Carla in front of Riddick on her knees facing him. She looked at him and growled. He only laughed. "This way if he tries to get free again he'll have to take you with him." He smiled at her. "And with your ass slowing him down he won't be able to put up half as good a run." With that he took off her bit and Riddick's and walked out. She looked up at his slumped head and waited for him to wake up. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he stared back at her. No emotion in his face at first but soon a sly grin appeared.

"I'd like to wake up in this position more often." He looked at her and chuckled lightly.

Her eyes lowered and filled with a certain distance that Riddick associated with regret. "I wake up in this position too much." Her voice low and shameful.

He looked at her for a few moments longer. Her red hair made a shroud around her face and her lips pouted slightly. "Beautiful." It came out in such a quiet breath of air that she would never have heard it if they weren't alone and unmoving. Her face rose slowly to his and she stared at him, a look of bewilderment on her visage. "I may not like ya kid but I can appreciate the view." Her eye brows furrowed and then she smiled slightly but it was a fake smile, one to cover up her embarrassment.

"Yeah, you're not to bad yourself." This time her smile a little more genuine. "So, what happened out there?"

"They think I killed Zeke."

"Did you?" Her eyes begging him to say no.

He was quiet for a few seconds then answered. "No, there are worse things here than you and me doll."

"Where's the body?" Caroline Fry's voice echoed behind Carla and she saw his eyes rise to meet her. "Then tell me about the sounds." When he refused to answer she made an agitated sigh and continued. "Look you told Johns you heard something." Still nothing. "You don't wanna tell me that's fine but just so you know there's a debate right now as to whether we should leave you both here to die."

'Both? What the hell did I do?' She was just about to ask but was interrupted by the deep purr of Riddick's voice.

"You mean the whispers." His voice was a growl.

"What whispers?"

"The ones telling me to go for the sweet spot just left of the spine, fourth lumbar down, abdominal aorta. It's a metallic taste human blood but if you cut it with peppermint schnapps it goes away quick."

"You mind shocking me with the truth now." Caroline tried to sound challenging but her voice was laced with fear.

"All you people are so scared of me. Most days I'd take that as a compliment but it ain't me you gotta worry about now."

"Show me your eyes Riddick." Her voice filled with fear and curiosity.

"You'd have to come a lot closer than that." She moved forward slowly but Riddick beckoned her further, his voice a low growl. "Closer." A few more steps and he was on his feet in front of her. His movements lightning fast. Before she had time to react a voice from behind caught them off guard.

"Where the hell can I get eyes like that?" It was Jack, a runaway boy.

"You gotta kill a few people." Riddick rolled it off his tongue like it was the most natural thing ever.

"Ok I can do it." Jack took the last few steps of the ladder and leaned against it.

"Get sent to a slam where they tell you, you'll never see day light again and then you gotta dig up a doctor; pay him 20 menthol cools to do a surgical shine job on your eyeballs."

"So you can see who's sneaking up on you in the dark?" 'Smart kid,' Carla thought. 'This shit would've scared me to death if I heard it at his age.'

Riddick smiled his reply, "Exactly."

"Leave," It came out a lot gruffer than she wanted so she softened her voice. "Leave." Fry was unnerved by the child's admiration and to tell you the truth so was Carla. Kids are supposed to fear this kind of stuff not worship it.

They all three watched the retreating form until he was safely out of sight. "Cute kid," Riddick smiled when he said it to Fry. "Did I kill a few people?" He sat back down, causing Carla to be force on her knees again. His face retreating back into the shadows, "Sure. Did I kill Zeke?" He let the question sit for a moment, letting Caroline sweat it out. "No, you got the wrong killer."

"He's not in the hole. We looked."

"Look deeper."

After Caroline left Carla could here their voices outside and then they faded away. "What's out there?" She looked up into his un-goggled eyes and saw the same emotionless expression she always saw. "What can be worse than you?" She smiled up at him but he didn't return her smile.

"The nightmares about to get worse doll." His silver eyes in the shadows and his gravel voice made her shudder. "Whatever got Zeke has a taste for human blood now. Let's just hope our luck turns around and we get off this rock before they come topside."

"I got a feeling our luck ain't gonna change."

He looked down at her and clenched his jaw tight. "Me too kid, me too."

A few hours later Johns returned, he came in and leaned against a beam.

"Finally found something worse than me huh?" Riddick had an evil smile on his face as he said it.

"So here's the deal," John's slow southern draw made Carla cringe, "you work without chains, without bit and without shivs. You do what I say when I say it."

"For what," Riddick's smile left as his jaw tightened. "The honor of going back to some asshole of a cell? Fuck you."

"Truth is I'm tired of chasing you."

"You saying you'd cut me loose?" Riddick's brow furrowed

"I'm thinking you could've died in the crash."

"My recommendation: do me. Don't take the chance that I'd get shiv happy on your wanna be ass." Riddick's voice was calm and low but Carla could feel the rage surging through his body. He quivered with it.

"What?"

"Ghost me mother fucker that's what I'd do to you." In a split second johns had the gun raised and fired it. Carla let out a squeal of surprise and tightly shut her eyes. She didn't wanna see the image of Riddick's brain split open, and then she heard the chains rattle to the floor. When she looked up Riddick was staring at Johns like he was a piece of meat and Riddick was a starved lion.

Johns held out Riddick's glasses, "I want you to remember this moment, the way it could have gone and didn't." He held the glasses out further. In a split second Riddick had the gun in his hand and it was pointed at Johns face.

Johns tried to say something but Riddick interrupted him with a roar. "Fuck you!" For a few seconds Carla thought he was gonna pull the trigger.

'Do it,' she silently begged him. 'Just kill the son of a bitch.'

"Do we have a deal?" Johns stared Riddick down.

Her pleas were not answered though, "I want you to remember this moment." With that Riddick threw the gun down and grabbed his goggles. He tried to walk but realized Carla was still attached. "What about her?"

Johns was a little shaken but recovered quickly. "What about her?"

"Is she in on this little deal too?" Riddick asked it while he knelt down to release her.

"Sure, her bounty's not worth the trouble anyways." He smiled at her when she finally stood up. "Mainly kept her around for the company."

She thought about grabbing the gun off the floor and blowing his insides all over the wrecked wall of the ship but the sudden pressure of Riddick's hand on the small of her back stopped her. Instead, she followed Johns outside, Riddick's hand never leaving her until they were outside with the others. It was the first time Carla had seen any of the others except for Fry and Jack. She was surprised there were as many as here as there was. She looked down and noticed a large cell on the ground.

"Alright you two," Johns smiled at her. "Take that and follow us." The group started off as Carla and Riddick grabbed the cells. She tried to help him drag it but he only pulled away from her like the cell was weightless. 'Damn he's strong,' she thought. They walked for no more than a mile when the skinny man dropped a bottle out of his bag. He scrambled for it but found himself face to face with Riddick instead and he was holding the bottle.

"Paris P. Ogilvy, antiquities dealer and entrepreneur." He held out his hand to Riddick and he accepted it with a smile.

"Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict, murderer." He pulled the bottle to his lips.

"That's a particularly good Shiraz; it's a lovely drop very expensive." He begged Riddick with his eyes but Riddick emptied the bottle. "By all means enjoy."

He turned and started on his way. Carla glanced up at Riddick, "Thanks for sharing." He only smiled at her and bowed his head as if to say 'you're welcome'. After several more miles Carla looked up to see a settlement small but visible in her vision. She thanked God for it.