A/N: Here i be again!It might be awhile before i can update again, not too long though! I have other fics to post and a ton of coursework to get finished 'sob sob'. Enjoy...

Chapter 4 Pt 2 – Authority

Riddick wasn't even half way near Imam's when he suddenly heard shouting and caught sight of a darkened figure leaping from one rooftop to another, local guards chasing after in whatever way possible.

Then something clicked in his mind. Why hadn't he noticed it before? There was a heavy smell of blood in the air around him, mixed with fear, and most of all, death.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Riddick silently followed the people that were chasing after the figure and the guards with intrigue, catching parts of conversations of gossipers.

"Said it killed yesterday too!" Cried an excited voice of a youth.

"Blood everywhere, clean cuts! A murdererous fiend!" Shuddered an old woman whispering in her doorway with a friend.

"Such a massacre…" Another voice squeaked disbelievingly. "I've never seen so much blood in my life!"

Riddick glanced at the frightened faces of the people he passed. So used to it being him that people were usually afraid of. He had to find this fucker himself because now he was really interested.

Curious eyes surrounded the scene as the local police guards tried to get a hold of the heavily bleeding suspect they were cornering in the midst of a homely neighbourhood. But still armed with a deathly looking blade encrusted with the days drawn blood, they had no chance of even getting within five feet without getting their throats slashed at lightning speed. Even now, injured and worn, this killer was still a danger to be around.

Shocked, intrigued expressions were on the many faces that stood gasping at the heavily breathing form of a true killer in the midst of their peaceful world. Mothers drug away wide eyed children, elders stood and muttered whispered prayers to their gods, youths were chattering excitedly and trying to get a better view, whilst among them, hooded and kept in the shadows, silver eyes stared through dark tinted goggles steadily at the figure backed against a wall. A dark bloody trail leading to where the murderous 'creature' now crouched against a wall, holding tightly to their side with a calm placid expression. Only the dark blazing eyes could be seen under the heavy black hood and the black bandana covering the face.

But he, Richard B. Riddick, the 'Big Evil', seasoned murderer and ex con still on the run from mercs, could see past the anger in those dark angry eyes.

The smell of fear from the surrounding spectators was expected, but there was another kind of fear in the air too. The killers. Not a fear of being caught, or of dying – but a fear of something else. Almost like being afraid of being weak.

For a moment those cold calculating eyes locked with his. He tightened his jaw in surprise. This killer was almost feral, animal like. Defeat. Only for a flicker of a moment did he see it. A disbelieving look of defeat and anger at being born out in the open so nakedly. Pain. Even from where he was stood, at least twenty-seven feet or so away, could the blood be seen seeping through the fingers grasping the injured side.

Sweeping those dark eyes over the gradually thinning crowd, calculating the next move and searching for escape. Riddick smirked to himself, tempted to help out. The crowds were being ushered away by over anxious guards and soon enough only he, hidden by the shadows; the armed police and the killer in question were left in the area.

Silently, eyes locked with one of the older looking men who trained a pulse gun steadily. Dark eyes piercing blue.

"What are you looking at murderer? Drop you're weapon and surrender, you are surrounded and out numbered. We will shoot if you make a wrong move. Understand?" The chief guard yelled.

"How bout you and yours back off and I'll leave this idiot planet without having to butcher any one else, understand?" Female Riddick smirked to himself again. Defiant even faced with death.

"Drop the weapon!" Patience wearing thin, the chief stepped forward, his finger tightening on the trigger. Big mistake Silently chuckling, Riddick folded his arms across his chest and eyed the woman as she held up the sharp blade nonchalantly tossing it a side wards glance.

"This old thing? Harmless really, she is." A menacing glint shone across her eyes. "Unless…" With a sudden burst of speed, she was up behind one of the younger police guards, blade at his throat in a blur. "Nah ah ah, tsk tsk. If you shoot me, you shoot your rookie here." Leaning into the young guards ear as his arms went slack with fear, she whispered sweetly, almost apologetically. "Sorry baby, but your going to have to give me that toy of yours. Be a good boy now, and I'll see to it you don't get you're throat slit, kay?" Nodding dumbly he passed he his weapon and swallowed hard.

"Yes ma'am." He croaked, eyes darting to the chief guard pleadingly. "Sir…"

"Now!" The chief guard roared. As soon as the command was voiced, Riddick saw one of the forty-armed men fire a tranquilliser into the shoulder of the heavily bleeding killer. Clenching her jaw, she threw a glare over her shoulder, aiming the pulse gun at her attacker and firing, before glancing round to the dart protruding from her already beaten shoulder.

"Damn." Momentarily distracted the chief took the opportunity and yelled for his man to duck as he fired a shot at her head, hitting her square between the eyes as she turned with wide dark orbs trying to catch up with the movement around her. The force of the shot propelling her backwards to the solid ground breathlessly.

Riddick slipped silently away heading to his original destination as the guards surrounded her unconscious body and bound her with chains, dragging her away from peering eyes. He'd catch up with her later…

A/N: I think I could have written this chapter a little better but I got a little side tracked 'tut'. I can always come back to it i s'pose!

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