A/N: Me again - if this is getting confusin', well sorry! I'm a confusin' person sometimes. I've read over this a couple times but there are probably still some spellin' mistakes here and there. Hopefully it should make sense!

Thanks to JacklynK for reviewin', mightily helpful!

Chapter 4 Pt 1 – Toombs

Fugitives POV - Somewhere the other side of New Mecca whilst Jack and Riddick are in the market, previously that morning (before the kiss)

I have this nightmare sometimes. Where Toombs has me back on Zodia, chained to what was left of the ceilin' in my cell, drivin' hot pokers into my skin. Only in the dream, I can't escape and I don't know why. It's almost like all of my fight's been fought, and there's nothin' left inside of me. I just hang there, barely clothed, nothin' to live for as he tortures me. A sick grin on his face.

Somewhere to the left a small scuffle caught the killers' attention. The smell of fear staining the air as an amateur merc tried his best to stealthily wind up the small stone steps to where the hunted lay in wait, blades at the ready.

I haven't drawn this much blood in a long, long time… Savin' that girls hide from those grimy mercs yesterday had to…just had to be my downfall. I've killed too many in only two days. Twenty odd idiots yesterday, savin' the girls ass and finally stickin' it to Toombs. That got the mercs pissed hah hah... Toombs musta known it was me who butchered all those stupid fools, heh. He'd been tailin' me since I broke out of Zodia last month. Killed nine more this morning too. So I guess I've worn my welcome out on this planet.

Tightening the tourniquet around the deep gash around the left forearm from an earlier encounter this morning, the shadowed killer quickly checked the wound Toombs had made and then slunk to a better position behind a wall.

Now I've got a witness, so I gotta get some new gear. Change my clothes, keep to the dark. Get off this stupid planet. So much for a safe 'haven'…

Creeping from behind the wall when the mercs back was turned, the fugitive attacked and snapped his neck in a matter of seconds without a sound. Turning to where the idiot had come from, the killers' eyes caught sight of four more making there way across an open courtyard.

Gee…guess every merc within distance wants a piece of my ass now they've found out I'm here. But considering the price over my head, I'm not surprised. Just at how many are here. Toombs was goin on about some other payday that had showed up here the day before I killed him…said something like he'd be livin' the dream an retiring early. Whatever…

Jaw tightening, the killer slunk backwards into the shadows and crept up the side of a building until the rooftops of New Mecca were clear all around, escaping the view of the mercs below.

Flashback Three Days Ago

"You know, it was a big mistake for ya to bust outta the slam." Toombs sneered as he trained his gun at the chest of what would be a great payday. "You still haven't answered all my questions yet, and I promise the second I've got you back in that cess pit I'm gonna re-chain ya to the ceilin and beat the shit out of ya till you give me my answers." His eyes shined menacingly with delight.

"That a promise sweetheart?" Toombs finger hovered over the trigger as his eyes flared with rage.

"You're gonna tell me what you did with my wife!" The roll of eyes from his target only drove the merc even harder to push the trigger and kill. It wouldn't be the best idea though, considering the price was more if the bastard was alive. "Where is she?" He roared and his five accomplices backed off a little unsteadily. So apparently, this was personal.

"You still not over that? Geez I was like what, fifteen, you're holding quite a grudge Toombs." The barrel of the gun dug into chest of the grinning target. "I told you, she's fine. Got herself a life now." Toombs eye narrowed as he stepped further forward.

"And you're gonna tell me where." His payday looked at him amused and he slowly counted to ten in his head. Killing the fucker was not a good idea, no matter how much he desperately wanted to.

"Hmm…nah. But it was great catching up with you twinkle-toes." Gritting his teeth the merc growled. He felt like tearing the smug smile of this killers face. Then suddenly he changed his game plan, as if remembering something and a smile slowly worked its way back onto his face.

"Heard Riddick's appeared on this dumb ass planet recently too. You ever heard of Mr Richard B. Riddick princess?" A look of pure aggravated boredom passed over the payday's face as Toombs began to chuckle. "Now he…he is an even bigger prize." Time to rile the fucker up "An even better killer than you. Worst of the worst you see." Suddenly the eyes of the killer were showing signs of interest.

"Is that so? Well, I'm sure I'd enjoy a good round of 'Beat the Bad Merc Shitless' with him wouldn't I?" Toombs' smirk only widened as he leaned closer.

"Heh… I'll drag both your scrawny ass's back to slam. Somewhere where the weather will be a little…warmer, shall we say?" The mercs behind him began to grin and nod, talking amongst one another knowingly when one, a skinny, dark haired and goofy looking idiot with a rifle slung over his shoulder piped up.

"Yeah boss, Crematoria. Let the fuckers burn!" He jeered, as Toombs slowly shook his head.

"Nah, I'm thinking we lock this here little murderer up in a cell with Riddy boy. Let 'em tear each other apart, an' see who comes out top. An me? Well, I'll be startin' my early retirement. You two combined are worth a couple million credits at least." His cronies laughing and joking behind him missed the death glare their payday shot Toombs and the hand that shoved his gun away to grip him tightly around the throat.

"I'll never go back to slam." Toombs pulled a knife from his belt as his other hand tried to grasp the killers' throat, but to no avail, as the hand carrying the blade was crushed under a strong grasp until he dropped it with burning eyes.

"Where. Is. My. Wife!" He bit out rasping. The mercs behind him now fully aware of what was happening. The killer only smirked and threw him back into his crew.

"Kiss. My. Ass." Seething, Toombs leapt to his feet snatching a pulse gun from one of his mercs. But he was too late, as the shadow of his payday vanished over a rooftop into the night with a taunting laugh ringing in his ears.

End of Flashback

Deciding it was clear, the fugitive slid down a rusting drainpipe to the ground and into the shadows that would be sufficient enough to conceal them.

"Where do think they'll take him? Butcher Bay? I heard it's real bad there…" Sat in a porch, huddled in a circle with wide eyes and eager ears, three young teenagers sat whispering to one another not so quietly. The killer's curiosity instantly lit as they listened in on the youngsters' conversation.

"What makes you think it's a him, my mom said any killer is an it. Their not human." A wry smile teased its way across the hidden face at the gossiping. "And besides, what would you know about Butcher Bay?" The first boy scowled.

"Will you two shut up, they're taking 'em to Zodia, my dad's on guard patrol remember?" A girl, the youngest looking snapped. "I over heard him talking with my older brother about it." The second boy shrugged.

"Well, whatever, just make sure lock your windows and doors at night." He teased dodging a swipe from the girl who pouted.

"Shouldn't you brats be at school?" The three shot to there feet in surprise and turned to look in the direction of the voice to find no one. "Kinda rude to gossip about people behind their backs too. Didn't anyone teach you manners?" The older boy, looked to his friends with a confused expression. "Don't worry, I won't bite. Just passing by really. But to say I'm not human…" Stepping from the shadows, dried blood visible on the blade dangling loosely at the end of an arm, the fugitive chuckled at the wide-eyed terrified faces of the three children before them as they stood in the light. "Don't worry, I don't do kids. But watch your tongues, 'cause there are people out there that do." Swallowing hard the girl stared eye to eye with the black-cloaked figure before her and her friends.

"Are…are you really it…the killer I mean?" She squeaked in a small voice that the figure sighed at.

"What do you think?" Keeping eye contact with the girl, the killer sheathed the dirtied blade, but the sound of boots crunching in a steady march drew the eyes from the unbelieving teenagers, as the guards came into view.

"Hey! You there, stay where you are!" With one last look at the kids the killer shrugged and back flipped, leaving the teens to stare open mouthed as the hooded figure vaulted up the side of a building and vanished over the top.

Back in the market

Jack stood with her back to Riddick, a smile across her face as she paid for the three shivs and said her thanks before turning around to face her convict with a stare. "Okay. So that's it, anything you wanna do before we go back?" Riddick shrugged passively and Jack took it as a no, rolling her eyes.

The sound of angry yells to their right caught the attention of most of the people crowding the market as armed guards poured into the area some asking questions and holding up posters, while others checked all the hiding places possible.

"Jack…I think we oughta get our ass's moving." Riddick muttered as he grasped her arm, subconsciously pulling at the hood covering his face to make sure he couldn't be recognised. But her eyes had locked onto the image on the posters that the guards were showing.

"No…wait." Riddick gave her a stupefied look that she decided to ignore. "Riddick, you see the sketch on those posters they're waving around?" The hooded man nodded and was about to speak when Jack cut in. "That's them, the person that saved my ass yesterday. I swear, whoever it is, killed those mercs." He looked at her and then at one of the posters that a guard shoved in a nearby woman's face. It clearly read 'Wanted for murder, subject extremely dangerous. Do not approach. Alert Police Guard on sight!'

The image was vague considering. A slim figure in black boots, black cargos, hoodie and ankle length trench coat, a bandana covering the face so that only a pair of dark eyes could be seen. In each gloved hand, a long bloodied blade. "You sure?" Jack nodded and pulled on his arm.

"Positive." Following her in the direction of Imam's house he overheard one of the guards they passed run up to a guy who looked like the chief.

"Been spotted two miles south of here sir, scared the life out of some kids who were skipping school." The chief nodded and rounded in his men as they moved out of the market.

Riddick's brow furrowed as he processed the information. It felt like someone was on his turf, he'd been that used to being the only person who stuck so much fear in people. Tightening his grip on Jacks arm, he stayed closely behind her as they pushed past people, when she suddenly stopped and batted his hand away with a glare. "I'm still pissed at you! Stop invading personal space you jack off!" Rolling his eyes behind his goggles at her colourful choice of words, Riddick ignored her and grabbed her by the hand, disregarding her protests as they made there way 'home'.

A/N: Well, that was a lickle bit longer oops...nevermind, updates soon.

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