Author's note: I do not own the Pitch Black/The Chronicles of Riddick nor do I own their characters.

I do however own my own character featured in this story named Clarissa Howell…a bit of background information…Twenty One year old Clarissa has escaped every prison she's ever been put in. But now she's sick of either being a caged animal or running for her life all the time. So she decides to start catching the bad guys herself. That's right she turned Merc. So when a mysterious woman commands her to go after the Necromonger Lord Marshall, she doesn't hesitate. But what happens when her plan goes wrong as soon as her silver liquid eyes look into his equally silver ones? Catastrophe may find our girl in a heap of trouble…or maybe in a web of bliss.

MURDERERS CAN LOVE?

"Fucking Damn It JOHNSON!" A wild eyed, red haired hellcat of a woman screeched. Johnson swore that he saw his life flash before his eyes as if he was seconds away from dying. She did have a legit reason for yelling at him though…he'd let a rapist get away because of a stupid miscalculation. "Do I have to do every fucking thing myself?" She screeched even louder (if that's possible) Johnson was debating whether he should shoot himself or let her do it. She'd feel better if she riddled him with bullet holes than if he ended his life quickly. Surprisingly though, she didn't make a move towards him. It puzzled him.

"Aren't you going to kill me Clarissa?" Johnson bravely asked. He hoped she'd do it quickly instead of fucking with his mind and surprising him with it.

"I need you alive Johnson. I won't be killing you just yet…but screw up like that again and I might accidentally pull the trigger." Clarissa Howell was no frail woman. She'd seen death in her life and had caused it more then fifty times. To tell you the truth she had lost count how many people she'd killed. She'd been raped many times in her life but instead of making her a nervous wreck, it made her stronger emotionally and physically. The last guy that had tried to rape her ended up swallowing his own balls…literally. No she wasn't a frail women…she was a hardened criminal. Wearily she glanced at Johnson and smiled at his focus. A death threat could really bring out the best in people.

"Captain?" A male voice called from the back of the ship.

"Yes Nathaniel?" She responded in an annoyed voice. The little shit always found some way to bug her.

"You have a call coming through. I think you need to see this. I can't even see the person who's talking, if there is anybody talking at all. It's so faint." Clarissa rolled her eyes but decided to humor him. She walked to the back and glanced at the video screen. There was somebody there all right. Clarissa slowly removed the goggles she'd been wearing and focused her silver eyes on the screen. A woman clear as day came into view.

"Hello Clarissa." The woman softly said. Clarissa's keen hearing picked it up easily. The woman's voice reminded Clarissa of her mother. "I've been trying to find you for a long time."

"Why?" She said to the screen and Nathaniel and Johnson looked at her weird.

"Tell your idiot crew to let you have some peace while I relay this message. Their looks are driving me crazy." The woman said surprisingly calm. Clarissa turned to them pointed a stun gun at Nathaniel, shot him with it and watched him collapse into a deep sleep. Then she shot Johnson. The woman laughed.

"They won't be giving us any trouble now. Tell me, how did you know that I could see and hear you in this form of a message." Clarissa asked. Not many people knew that her eyes were shined.

"Because, I know all about you. Please don't be upset. I'm an air elemental I can know these things without having to ask." The woman replied.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Aereon." The woman replied. Clarissa wondered why that name sounded familiar.

"Why does your name sound so familiar?" Clarissa asked bluntly.

"Because dear child, I watched over you when you were a babe. You once knew me as your mother do you remember? You are the savior to a forgotten race Clarissa. I need your help." The information given by the lady bewildered her.

"Why should I help you? You left me when I was only six. Why do you think I'd help someone I've hated for years." Clarissa spat. She felt a little shame at what she said but she ignored it.

"I had no choice child. You weren't my real baby, I was assigned to watch over you and care for you as if you were my own. I loved you as if you were my own too. But then I was assigned to watch, but not interact with another child. Richard B. Riddick. He is the only male survivor of the Furions, your birth race. You are the only female. Just a short time ago there had been two Furion females. The other was killed in front of his eyes, but she wasn't pure like you or him. There are other males. But they are not pure…but if the race was again to be filled with purebloods…well then maybe the pure and the half breeds could interact and produce sound offspring. That is why I need your help child. You need to find him for me and try to become his mate. If you do not, you will die. Trust me on this…you two were meant for each other." The woman paused to take a breath. "Your ship will be controlled by an outside force and will direct you to the Necromonger ship."

"WHAT? They'll kill me if I go there!" Clarissa was no fool. The Necromonger's were cruel and if they couldn't convert you, they'd kill you.

"No they won't, Riddick wouldn't allow it."

"How am I to know that I am really this race that you speak of."

"You'll know tonight when you have the dream." Aereon said and then the screen went completely blank.