A/N: I feel so incredibly guilty for not updating sooner...but here it is, after much delay. Not that long, and to be honest reviews would be really helpful.

Chapter7 – Remember Who You're Fucking With

Frantic screams tore through the once still and calm air as another body was crunched against a wall. If they had been planning on redecorating the place with a new lick of paint, the fresh, angry blood splatter and chunks missing from the walls would definitely not have been what they were aiming for.

Shackles seemed to be irrelevant as silently she tore into the guards that surrounded her; several groaning and some silent with the scent of new death were behind her in the cage from which she had escaped with ease, despite the wounds and large amount of blood loss that this rampaging murderer had endured. She was silent, but all too aware that her escape from the planet was vital.

But in her haste to escape, her plan drew up flawed. It only hit her when the barrel of a bladed pulse gun tapped at the base of her neck. "Hold it right there." An unusually calm voice growled.

"What about if I wanna hold it over there by that there wall. Or maybe somewhere on the ceiling." The blade pushed further into her tender skin, and wincing she held her tongue.

"Quit acting tough, we both know you're feeling the strain of having lost so much blood in so little time." Two more weapons suddenly jabbed into either side of her rib cage and the guard who held the weapon to her neck strode around to face her, his hand firmly gripping her chin. "Saxon, bring more restraints, and you Neilson, get a team and clear away the bodies." Both guards nodded and did as they were told as the chief turned back to his prisoner.

"Aw, damn I'm gonna be dripping with more ice? These bracelets are just too beautiful to be on their own huh?" She indicated holding out her shackled wrists.

"Slam for you soon." He pressed his gun forward into her chest with a little pressure and cocked his head. "And don't bother to try any tricks or you'll be confined to solitary in the deepest pit for the rest of your damn life." She narrowed her eyes at him and slowly let a smirk stretch her swollen lips as the guard named Saxon reappeared and applied more restraints to her wary figure.

"Damn!" Her face flushed, lips craving the attention of his and her body pinned down beneath him, Jack fought the strong restraining hand that pinned her wrists above her head, down into the mattress. "Riddick I swear to…every unholy god, you better fuckin' let me go!" Arching and twisting under his vice grip, her green eyes bore into his silver ones angrily and threateningly.

Slowly, deliberately, his free hand trailed the curve of her hip as he leant forward, sweeping his mouth across her own, a satisfied smirk on his features as her eyes fluttered shut and a low moan escaped from her throat.

No longer resisting his restraint, Jack allowed Riddick to explore her mouth with his own, the heat crackling between their bodies as the room sheltering them from the eyes of their host, began to disappear as they lost themselves in one another's lust.

His hips grinding with hers hungrily, Riddick came crashing back down to reality and grabbed a hold of it desperately before he took things further. Get a hold of yourself, you're a killer, she's too young…. look at you, you're pussy whipped! With an unknown new part of him begging not to, Riddick drew back almost breathlessly and nuzzled the feisty woman beneath him at the nape of her neck, trailing hot kisses to her ear. "Remember who you're fuckin with kid." Before she could register his words, he had released her and moved from the bed, grabbing the shiv he had sought, he left pausing only for a second to look back over his shoulder before he exited the room.

He'd only been gone for a few minutes before she grasped what was going on and her blood began to boil. He had wrestled and kissed her for a good half hour and then grabbed his shiv and left. He had toyed with her mind to just stride out casually like he could get away with it. Who the hell does he think he is callin' me kid damnit!

"Son of a bitch!" She half wailed, half whispered with a new found rage. Fixing her clothes and strapping a shiv of her own to the waistband of her pants, she shot for the door and as quietly as she could, tore down the hallway to leap down the stairs. "What the… where the hell is he? Imam?" The holy man looked at her over the rim of his glasses from his seat on the sofa and arched an eyebrow at her, not looking pleased to say the least.

"He left not only moments ago my child, said not for us to wait up for him. He will be back shortly." Jack fisted her hands and squared her jaw angrily. "You, young one, are not to follow him. It's getting late and it is getting darker outside. Go. Prepare for bed." She stared open mouthed at the elder for a second and raised a hand to her temples.

"Imam, I'm not a child, I'm more than capable of takin' care of myself. Where did Riddick go?" Sighing the holy man, rose from his seat and moved closer towards her. "C'mon! It's important, I need to know where he went, now."

"Jack! Please, Ziza!" He pointed upwards with pleading eyes and pursed his lips. "I do not know where Riddick has gone, just that he will be back soon, if not later." Jack threw her hands up into the air and strode to the front door impatiently.

"Screw it, I'll find him. Don't wait up for me, I've got a key." Nodding the elder rolled his eyes in defeat and watched silently as the feisty girl left to track down her convict.

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