She knew something was wrong before she opened her eyes. She could hear the outside world chattering away in her ears, the wind swirling around the home they had built. Mornings here were usually quiet, withdrawn. They'd open their eyes to a sleeping world and step outside into the vast emptiness. The world would come alive around them, birds calling out later in the day.

But nothing was quiet. The bugs, the birds, the critters; their chattering was burrowing into her brain. Her senses were waking, her limbs aching from the tumbles she had taken yesterday. With a desire to go back to sleep she tried to cut off from the world. As she tried to focus on the heart beat that always calmed her in the room she felt the sudden dread. His heart was erratic, the thrum of his beat in her ears now, amplified at the staccato beat that was incessant. Opening her eyes abruptly Fiona glanced at Riddick's bed. Nothing.

"Sleeping beauty finally joins us." The voice was smooth, a high pitch silk that reached out and startled her. Fiona quickly rose, climbing to her feet and taking in her home that she was certain was empty just seconds ago. But four men stood before her, three of them all matching. The air around her grew thick as the sleep quickly washed away, her eyes finding Riddick forced to his knees, a bit in his mouth, arms pulled behind him. He had blood on his forehead, his eyes closed because of the sun that was pouring in from a newly made hole in the ceiling. "My manners were always something to be desired..."

The fourth man was the one speaking, his pale green skin not an illusion of the light. His eyes were black pits, steadied on her, his red lips stretched from ear to ear in a grin. His attire was gray, the others all in black. His hair milk white, ears elongated. Fiona couldn't feel them, she couldn't hear them, she couldn't smell them. She felt muted in her senses as she tried to figure out what they were, eyes scanning over the four quickly. They seemed to know what she was doing, but none seemed fazed, the leader grinning at her.

"Let him go." Fiona focused on the new stranger, watching as his smile slipped away slightly. He sighed, dropping his gaze from her and glancing over at Riddick. With a flick of his wrist the two men holding Riddick kicked him in the back, his disapproving grunts of pain filling in the silence. Fiona felt her muscles tense as she watched. Riddick could take any man that held him, so why was this different?

"Now now Fiona, my manners might not be that grand, but this is really no way to treat a guest. I would have thought you would have offered me a drink by now." The man in gray moved towards her, his fingers fiddling with the gray sleeves of his button up shirt. He was monochromatic in his slacks and shoes and shirt. She watched him perplexed, trying to identify his heart beat, his breath, anything. "Cat got your tongue? Or better yet, your senses?" He chuckled, stopping just in front of her, eyes traveling down to her bare feet.

"What do you want?"

"We're starting to ask the right questions by dear, there is a brain in that thick skull of yours." He reached out to knock on her head but she took a step back, eyes bouncing over to Riddick quickly before returning to the man in front of her. "I'm here simply to deliver a message my dear Fiona. That is your name, isn't it?"

"How do you know who I am?"

"I've known who you are long before you yourself knew it, my dear. Prophecies don't merely pop up without a little... interference if you will." He chuckled, the noise biting at her ears. She cringed, and he stopped. "The makings of my kind have always been blind to your people. You won't be able to feel me out child, so stop focusing all your energy on it. It'll do you no good." He cleared his throat and took a step back, eyes swiveling to Riddick and his men. Fiona watched, a plan formulating in her mind. If she could just get him out of their hold they could make a run for it. Into the trees, into the darkness. They could be safe there. Figure it out.

"How did you find me?" She wanted to distract the man in gray.

"I'm sorry to say it wasn't too complicated. That Furyan of yours has quite a reputation and digging up genetic information to run a leave scan is quite simple." He watched her, not taking her distraction bait at all. "I have a vial of his blood you see, and I can sniff him out. You on the other hand..." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Love gets us in trouble all the time, a lesson you'll learn quickly."

Fiona watched as the man in gray cleared his throat and crossed his arms, eyes lingering around the small space. She watched as the two guards holding Riddick followed their leader's eyes and quickly she dove at them, trying to knock them over. Her fist collided with one, but the other was quick, his hand reaching out and shoving her away. She stumbled back, the strength inside him too much to handle, and ended up on her ass, glaring up at them.

"Good show, good show!" The leader clapped his hands, eyes bouncing from Riddick to Fiona. "We now see our downfalls and our heroine is realizing her inabilities to save that which she loves. Human bodies, so fickle." The laughter from the leader was misplaced, Fiona never taking her eyes off Riddick who sat mere feet from her, slouched. His eyes had opened slightly, a weakness in them she had never seen before. "Now, the final scene."

Fiona was yanked up by her hair as she tried to slap the hand away, but the hold was much too strong. The third body guard, who had stayed to the side, was holding her now, one hand around her neck, the other wrapped around her arm. His strength was innumerable, the circulation in her arm cutting off from the hold he had of her. She tried to wiggle from him, to fight, but he just squeezed her throat and she found the air limited with each tug of her arm.

"Don't want to suffocate before you see the end of the show, do you?" The man in gray stood before her now, his eerie eyes just inches away from hers, his grin returning to its fully stretched out fashion. "It's a shame how weak you are, considering what you're supposed to be." He flicked a tongue out and licked his lips, watching her. "Are you ready for your message my dear?"

Fiona couldn't speak, the words lodged in her throat along with her air on the other side of the hand that constricted her wind pipe. The man in gray took her silence as a yes and stepped aside, his eyes sliding to Riddick. One of the two holding him released, taking a few steps back and pulling a blade from his pocket. Fiona instinctively pulled at the hold on her, trying desperately to get away. But the grip on her throat grew tighter and her vision blurred. She watched helpless, words trying to come out as Riddick used what strength he had left to lift his head and look up at her, the sun reflecting off the blood on his head. She needed him to rise, to fight, to win, but the strength was gone from him. She could see it there in his eyes, the darkness creeping in as a resigned.

"No..." The word croaked out and the man in gray laughed, nodding to his servant with the blade. With a quick motion the steel was lodged into Riddick's abdomen, buried deep as he let out a cry and buckled over. Fiona pulled and pulled, the air lost in her lungs, the strength draining from her muscles.

"I'll take your world from you, my dear. And that's just the beginning."

As his words reached her the hold on her throat and arm was removed. Fiona tumbled to the ground, gasping for air. She crawled across the space quickly, ignoring the eyes on her as she pushed Riddick up to inspect the damage. His shirt was saturated, the blood all over the ground, falling out of him so quickly. The blade was still in him and pulling it out would be the end, the hilt pressed so tightly to his skin. She removed her shirt, trying to suck up the blood and maybe slow the bleeding, but the fabric was drawling in the blood quickly and in no time she found her arms covered in the warmth too.

"No no..." Still trying to get air into her lungs, she shook, tears spilling from her eyes as she tried to whip away the blood from Riddick's forehead. But she only made it worse, her frantic movements stirring in him a groan as he leaned towards her. She supported his weight, his lips pressed to her neck as he put his weight on her fully. "It's going to be ok, it'll be ok. I'll fix you up and..."

"There isn't enough medical supplies around to help that wound. Darling you're going to need a miracle." His chuckles bounded around the room but Fiona focused only on the slowing heartbeat of the man in her arms. She ran her fingers over his scalp, along his neck, down his arms, noting the temperature drop. He shivered, one of his hands reaching out and landing on her thigh, trying to establish a grip that faded quickly. He was slowly fading, his thrum in her ears getting faint, slow. The breath on her neck was getting weak. She tried to get her warmth to him but it wasn't helping and the sobs escaped her so painfully as she repeated over and over it was going to be ok.

When the air went away she couldn't feel him anymore. She ran her hands over him again, searching for something, anything to cling to. But his heart was gone, she couldn't feel it in her chest anymore, just her own erratic beat as the deafening silence in her ears exploded.

Everything around them suddenly changed. Fiona clung to the lifeless form of Riddick as she held the air in her lungs. She felt no purpose to exhale as the world spun. And then there was nothing but warmth.

Catastrophic warmth whipping around her. She saw the flames before she heard a noise and she tried to pulled Riddick closer to shield his body from the burns. The screams of agony around her were lost as she steadied herself in the concave of warmth. It was gone as soon as it had been there and a hand was on her shoulder in no time. She pushed them away, letting out a hellish scream as she raised her head to glare at the men who had done this. But it wasn't them, it was Bryan, his eyes filled with sorrow as he stared down at her, confused.

"Save him. Please god, Save him." Her words were mutters before she blacked out.