A. N. Hello luv's, another chapter for your enjoyment! Just keep reviewing and I'd like to thank all of you did review. Everywhere else I have posted I have never gotten such nice replies!

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The creature prowled the catwalks as Riddick stayed as silent as humanly possibly. He shifted only a little, pulling his goggles off once the creature had presumably moved on. He cursed himself as it returned, drawn by the noise. The creature stuck it's head in the falls of the water, growling at Riddick.

Riddick schooled his appearance staring straight back into the silver eyes so much like his.

"What are you gonna do about it?" he growled, leaning towards the animal.

Jack sat curled up in her cell, guilt washing over her in waves. 'It's amazing,' sh ranted. 'I can kill without feeling a thing and I leave him to defend for himself and I feel like fucking shit. It's not like he CAN'T do it, I know he can. Stupid emotions.'

She rose to her feet, walking towards the bars of the cell. She stared out, wondering how much longer this raid would last. She could hear the guards a level above her, they were sweeping the cells, taking the weapons that they did manage to find. She heard the clank of claws on a catwalk and backed away from the bars just in time, a rather dangerous looking set of teeth lunged at her. Jack resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at the animal.

The obnoxious noise of footsteps and yells continued until they reached her cell, the last cell. The buzzer for the 'beasts' to return sounded. She glared at the four guards as they entered her cell.

"Check her for me, she's always got a blade somewhere," one said.

Riddick watched in the shadows as the guard cautiously tapped her hands and arms. He kept watching as the guard's hands slipped down her waist. Riddick was mildly surprised when he felt a spike of jealousy, anger, and lust. As the show continued and the guard's hand grabbed her ass, that perfect ass, that's when Riddick began to move. He slipped in a back entrance to her cell that he had become intimately acquainted with in his run from the beasts. He watched the guard's hands slip towards the fly of her pants, that's when Jack reacted. She kicked back and it took a moment for him to realize there were to knives attached to the foot that had just removed the man's chance of ever having children or breathing again.

Jack grabbed the axe the man had brought in, turning to the other two. Riddick watched amused s the rather small young woman kicked two well seasoned prison guard's asses. He smiled in slight pride, his own little creation. She was doing fine, that was until another guard showed up and whacked her a hard one against the back of her head. She fell to the floor with a cry. They slipped the handle of the axe under her chin cutting her air off and Jack was a bit too dazed to do much about it.

"I don't think she likes being touched. I'd take my wounded and go, while you still can," he said, revealing his presence and stepping forward.

Jack was released while she gladly sucked in air, dragging herself out of the fray. 'Why are you doing all this Riddick?'

"Is there a name for this private little world of yours? What happens there if we don't just run away? You'll kill us, with a soup cup?" one guard asked s the guards laughed among themselves.

"Tea actually," Riddick said quietly.

"What's that," he asked.

"I'll kill you with my teacup," Riddick purred. Jack smiled, those guards didn't know what was coming and they wouldn't until at least one of them was dead. Riddick placed the cup on a rock outcropping next to him right hand.

The guard gave him a quizzical look, turning to the others. Jack watched his movements and saw the glint of a blade. Riddick couldn't see. She moved to stop the guard, lunging forward. A flash of movement and there was suddenly a cup protruding from the man's chest. The other two guards raised their weapons, brandishing them at Riddick.

Riddick only leaned down and picked up a small pin by his feet, laying in on the same outcropping that the cup had previously been.

The other two guards, weighed their options, grabbed who was alive and left.

"Why did you do that?" Jack asked, leaning against the bars.

Riddick gave her a look, "It won't be long, Kyra, We won't be here much longer at all."

He turned to leave as Jack did another one of those impulsive things, "It's Jack."

Riddick stopped and turned around to look at her. "Don't go soft on me, Kyra."

Jack glared at his form as he disappeared.

'Don't go soft on me now, Kyra,' Jack mocked storming down the halls. He never passed up an opportunity to upset her, it was like his favorite past time. 'Self righteous pig,' she growled in her mind.

The snickering behind her caught Jack's attention rather quickly, her temper already flaring and searching for a innocent passerby to release the pent up stress in her shoulders. She turned on Nas with flaring eyes and a raised fist. Her attention however, was riveted on the sounds of guns going off and people screaming up above the bars. She turned to stare at the flashes of light and the sounds of bodies hitting the floor. She shielded her eyes, ducking for cover as the plexiglas shattered and a body fell to the ground.

When she found a safe place to stand again, the cork was silent. The sound of the doors to freedom opening resounded in her ears. She made a mad dash for the doors and stopped only when she felt a hand enclose around her arm.

She barely managed to brace herself before she was yanked back into a rather solid chest. "Wait," he rumbled.

Jack fought against him, "Are you hallucinating?! The Fucking doors just opened!"

"Trust me."

Jack looked up at him in uncertainty, but relaxed against him.

"Don't get comfy, we'll need to move soon."

After five minutes of silence Jack was really beginning to wonder if Riddick had lost it. Although as a soft chuckle emitted from his chest she realized why it was quiet, dead quiet. Everyone that had run for freedom was dead. They had killed anyone who had passed into view of the doors, whoever they were.

"What do we do," she whispered.

"You stay put," he said rising as she fell ungraciously back on her ass.

"No!" she said purposefully pulling a knife and stepping up to him.

Whether the knife was meant for him or others Riddick didn't know. 'Is is sick that a man can find a woman holding a knife like that sexy?'

"Suite yourself," he said, pulling his own and cautiously approaching the doorway.

He wasn't in the least bit surprised to see two necromonger guards standing at the door, over the dead bodies. There was no way he was going to climb over the bodies without being seen, or heard for that matter. He held up his hand gesturing for Jack to back up. She heeded his orders, albeit with a raised eyebrow of indignance.

She gave him a look when they were far off enough to speak to each other. "Why did you leave?"

"We aren't going to get in that way."

"There's no other way out, besides climbing in!" she ranted.

Riddick's eyes shifted to the rope, he didn't even have to have the goggles off for her to know.

"Have fun," she hissed. "I don't have the arm strength to get up that rope! A man's body is built for upper strength, a woman for lower. Last time I checked, I was female."

Riddick raised an amused eyebrow, "How much do you weigh?"

It had been years since Jack had blushed, at least to the best of her rather selective memory. Unfortunately at this time she did, "Wouldn't you like to know!"

Riddick eyed the rope again, "I don't want to drop you halfway up. How much do you weigh?"

"There aren't exactly many scales around here if you haven't noticed!"

Riddick sighed, "Then we'll just have to hope the rest of you is as small as that ass you have. Otherwise I'll drop you."

Jack kicked him in the shin, not having anything better come to mind, "My ass is not small!"

Riddick's cocky grin suggested otherwise.

A.N. The next chapter will be bigger I promise! I'm just so damn busy lately, ya know? And school's startin in a coupla days, so sadly the updates will become less frequent, but what I lose in timelyness, I shall make up in effort. So yeah, R&R plz! I luv you ppl, you're sooooooo great! You guys reviewing honestly makes me feel so much better about my writing. It's awesome to know that what you write is appreciated and liked... So yeah, enough mushy stuff....

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