I changed the first chap a bit - tried to make it more "flowy". I am also trying to completely write this story in Riddick and Jack's POVs

(I don't own the pitch black/chronicles stuff…blablabla…I do want to own Riddick though…)


Riddick. My proof that there is a very thin line between love and hate. Riddick. The man

I love to hate. The man I hate to love.

He left me years ago. Yet to this day, I love him because I know he was trying to save me, but I also hate him because he left me when I needed him the most. I looked up to him as my brother, my partner, my hero, but he just left. He was too stubborn to realize that I did not want a normal life. I wanted to be him, I even made goggles like his.

But I grew up quickly when he left me. I memorized every move he ever made – punches, kicks, stabbings and murders. I copied them over and over again. Learned them till they became my moves. Then I killed Jack and became Kyra.

I thought that by joining the Mercs I would get back at him. Punish him for making me need him. It was a decision a part of me will always regret, but I would never tell a soul.

The Mercs ended up slaving me out and bringing me down here. The minute I reached Crematoria, I knew I had to make everyone respect me. I did so by killing the strongest man there. With my bare hands. Killing was my favorite game. This was the game that allowed the winner to live.

I hate being here, and I hate knowing that I might never leave. But for some reason, I have this childish hope that Riddick will come for me.

Jack. Who would have thought that a skinny bald girl pretending to be a guy would make me run all over the place to keep her safe? I still do not understand the feelings that make me want to take care of her. I could do anything for the kid. Killing is the easy part, but missing her is very painful. A different type of pain that I cannot not forget.

I left her to keep the Mercs away from her, to keep her safe, but now Imam tells me that she went looking for me and ended up in a prison. How did she reach there? Did she become me? I don't have time to think and answer these questions. I just have to make a plan to get to her. I don't know if the kid can handle that place. It can kill the most psychotic of the killers.

Jack. I have to get her out of there. I don't know what we will do when we are out, but that is a decision for another day. Right now, I need to see her safe. I sure hope Imam prayed enough for both of us, and I hope that his God is less of a fucker than the God I have come to know.


It wasn't long before the rumors started. News from the top spread so quickly when guards did not care about what they said and to whom. Someone was coming to join the prisoners. A real fucker with a bigger bounty on his head than all the prisoners of Crematoria combined. No one knew who he was, but Jack felt something. Could it be…She would just have to wait and see.

Mercs are so predictable, it annoys me at times. But today, I have to thank Toombs for bringing me to the kid. I thanked him by making his crew doubt him. All I did was mention how his last crew died.


My heart skipped a beat. All the rumors and my instincts were tight. It was Riddick. I wanted to run to him, but I could not show that I cared. I could not let anyone see my vulnerability. I stayed in the dark sides behind a rock, so he couldn't see me. I watched him with my ferocious eyes. His huge physique, his bulging muscles, his set face. And I knew exactly what was under those goggles, his silver gems.

But I would miss smelly Charlie and his friends. They think they can actually kill Riddick. I just hope that Riddick kills them quickly and without too much pain.

Riddick. Just seeing him was making me break my impassive face and hard-earned control.

What an entrance. Nothing but a rope to bring me down and make me feel welcome. Toombs better get a good deal for this. Because I will make sure I take it from him. Eventually.

A few brats to kill, like always, and I get some respect that will keep the prisoners out of my hair…if I had any.

Jack. I can feel the kid staring at me, but she is good at hiding. I am so relieved to know that she is still here and I will get to her soon enough. But I first need to figure out this place. I will enjoy having Jack follow me. It will allow me to test her.


Riddick. He is exactly like I remembered him. Huge and muscular, yet he moves with strength and agility. When he flexes his arms, I remember how they saved me so many times. How they protected me. But now, I don't need protection. I can take care of myself.

I know that he knows that I am following him. Just like old times – when the ship crashed on the fucking planet. But I will make sure to surprise him when I confront him.

Jack. I want to confront her, see her, touch her. I still have not been able to see her face, but my senses are telling me that she is not the kid I remember. She is a woman.