Two days later Kelly was in her small living room watching the Vid-screen when Riddick started screaming. She jumped up and ran into his room snatching her blade from the holster on her arm. She stopped in the center of the room ready for a fight and saw…nothing. Absolutely nothing. She looked down at the giant in bed as he yelled again. He was thrashing wildly and she felt annoyance rise to meet her anger. She stomped over and roughly grabbed his shoulders shaking him wildly, not the best idea. Riddick still sound asleep grabbed her and yanked her down pinning her against his chest.

Riddick was back in Necropless and the bitch had shanked him again. He could feel the blade pressing against his spin and the pain was almost unbearable. He was on his knees again and she had the balls to touch him. He grabbed her and started to squeeze. He was going to crush the bitch.

Kelly couldn't breath. Riddick was crushing her fucking ribs. She chocked and began pounding on his shoulders. He wasn't letting go either. She found one of the wounds on his shoulders and she dug her finger into it.

Riddick woke up with a start. He blinked rapidly before realizing that he really was crushing someone. Someone with glazed eyes and red hair. Kelly was pounding on his shoulders trying to get enough air in her lungs He released her and she rolled off him landing on the ground beside his bed. She sat gasping for a few minutes before looking up at him.

"Fucker," she snarled raking her hair out of her face, "I should kill you for that." Riddick stared down at her and realized something was wrong. Her scent had changed, it was smoother, more acidic, and her heart was going faster…too fast. If it kept up like that she was in trouble. She glared at him and growled before fumbling with something in her pocket. He watched as she pulled out a auto-inject vile filled with a milky white liquid and slammed it into her thigh. Riddick heard her teeth slam together and her eyes snapped closed. Her already harsh breathing jumped so that she sounded like a bull.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked when her breathing started to even out. She opened her eyes and he noticed that they seemed to glow in the half light of the room.

"You ever do something like that again and I will kill you," she hissed, "But since it seems you're feeling better you can come and eat if you want. Clothes are in the dresser. Lights are on 50%" With that she stood up and left. Riddick watched her go before throwing the covers back and bending down to pick up the vile she'd left behind. He turned the smooth glass over reading the label:

Clonodeen 750mg

ATS

"How interesting," he purred before going to the dresser.

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Kelly stood in the kitchen trying to reach a bottle on the top shelf balanced on a chair back. Her ribs hurt and she was till a little shaky from the last shot. She was still mildly pissed but not like she was. She really wasn't the mean, angry person Riddick had just seen, well she was but most of the time she could control it. But not in a situation like that, not with so much adrenaline pumping through her veins.

"What cooking?" came a deep rumbled causing her to jump slightly. She lost her footing and started to fall. instinctively she rolled as she landed coming up on her feet. She snatched the bottle out of the air that she'd knocked down and turned to face Riddick who was standing behind her in black cargos like the ones she'd found him in except these weren't covered in blood or shredded.

"Steak and potatoes," she told him flipping the bottle in her hands and setting it on the small table. He leaned against the doorframe and a small smile played on his lips.

"You know now that I think about it your name rings a bell. If I recall correctly Kelly Henderson is wanted on 16 counts of murder, 12 counts cruel and unusual torture, 3 counts assault and battery, 2 counts public vandalism, and a count of indecent exposer" he rumbled softly. She looked up at him and smirked slightly.

"You got my rap sheet down. You turning merc or something?" she asked softly turning to the stove.

"I just like to know who's in my league. But a question comes to mind; why would a woman who killed so many people among take in a stray?" he asked staring at her back. She glanced over her shoulder before shrugging.

"Because I felt like it. You gotta problem with that?" she asked not know or really caring what he was getting at, "You can stay here as long as you like but if you have issue with the way I work the door's right there," she told him as she set a plate on the table. He laughed softly as he sat down. Riddick liked this woman, and he like the view as she made her own plate and grabbed a bottle and two shot glasses from the counter. She moved like a cat he realized; graceful, smooth, and silent.

"So, what the hell is ATS?" he asked as he dug into his food. It was good, better than slam food by a thousand light-years. In fact it was probably the best food he'd ever had.

"What? Do I look like a fuckin' doctor?" she asked as she slid one of the shot glasses towards him, "Hope you like whiskey."

"You take medicine for it," he said looking at her and twirling the vile in his fingers, "Figured you know what it is." Kelly glared at the traitorous vile and sighed.

"Adrenalin Toxicity Syndrome," she told him, and noticed the blank look on his face, "My adrenalin doesn't stop pumping once it starts. It takes two weeks for it to calm down with out it, and I'm a fucking animal." Riddick stared at her and started to chuckle; mean, unbalanced, tall, beautiful, ruthless, murdering, kind, and she could cook, this girl just kept getting better and better.