So it's a little long, but it makes up for the shortness of the last chapter. And remember, as I said before. Do not take this too seriously. I'm not trying to nail Riddick and Kyra on the head, this is my adaptation of the two character. But anyway, I hope you enjoy…it gets a little Rated R at the end, just to be warned.

Chapter 5

The bar was notorious for it's sex, drugs, and violence. There was constantly mass chaos erupting from within it's dank brick walls, and it seemed that any second the entire place would implode. The doors were bursting with the scum that found themselves in never ending barroom brawls, or being led to the alley by one of the whores. There was never a dull moment.

Riddick sat at the end of the bar, arms folded across his broad chest, silver eyes hidden behind his dark goggles. He sat in the corner, half in shadow, his back to the wall. He would never sit with his back to another human being, especially not these fucks that piled into this place. Before him sat his third shot of whiskey. He hadn't been there for more than twenty minutes, and he couldn't seem to drink himself worthless fast enough. His hand reached out, grasping the glass and lifting it to his lips. He tilted his head back, the liquid gliding down his throat, burning and settling in his stomach. That old familiar sting.

He wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand and slammed the glass on the bar. The bartender, a tall slender man with graying hair, looked over and nodded, bringing the bottle with him and refilling the glass. But Riddick reached out and closed his large paw around the neck of the bottle. The bartender looked up with wide eyes, caught off guard.

" Leave the bottle." Riddick growled heavily, tearing it from the mans hand and leaning back, placing it between his legs. The bartender never once questioned him and quickly walked away to busy himself with someone less frightening. Riddick lifted the bottle to his lips and drank heavily before returning to the bottle back to his lap.

His eyes rested upon a red head at the opposite end of the bar. Her hair fell in unnatural crimson curls, her skin too pale, her make up too heavy. But she had a decent body and a pretty mouth that Riddick was sure she knew how to use. Fuck it, she'd do for tonight. Not like he was fucking picky. He was just looking to get off on whatever piece of ass that was around. He believed the whore went by the name of Anna, but he honestly didn't give a fuck, it was his name she would crying anyway.

But Riddicks attention was suddenly snatched away as shouting erupted on the other side of room, a small table of five men. The voices could be heard above the rest, which was a feat all on it's own. Riddick knew four of the guys. He worked with ruddy bastards, but it was the fifth man that he was unsure of. He was medium height, with broad shoulders and a head that seemed too small for his body. Riddick watched with mild interest as the other men shouted, as if they were arguing about something.

He turned back to his booze but his ears pricked up when he heard his name and noticed the new guy was heading his way. The others shouted after him, something about they had his back. The new guy, whose name was apparently Ivan, stumbled over through the crowed, speaking to Riddick as he did.

" You, " He slurred, pointing a finger. " Your fucking Riddick. You're the one they all talk about! You're the one that fucking killed my brother in slam, in a riot where your ass tried to escape." Ivan growled. The bar was starting to go quiet and heads were turning. Riddick smirked as the man came closer. It had been some time since anyone was stupid enough to get this close to him, and threaten him on top of it. The new guy rambled on and Riddick took another long swig of his whiskey as the man drew a long knife that had been tucked beneath his vest.

This caught Riddicks attention, and he put down the bottle and stood." You're fucking with the wrong guy, asshole." He growled. He was in no mood to be fucked with, as if he ever was, but tonight in particular he was feeling unnaturally agitated.

The man twirled the blade in his hands. Sober he might have been skilled, but the amount of booze in his blood stream was all to apparent as he teetered dangerously from side to side. " Fuck you Riddick." The man replied, going still. Riddick felt that familiar tingle stream through his limbs. The animal awaking, stretching out inside of him…the animal that lived inside of him, dormant until it came time for the fight. Adrenaline began to course through him as he felt the heavy reassurance of his shiv tucked into his pants.

The bar was silent as the two men stared each other down. An old wild west face off. But the silence didn't last long as Ivan roared and came running, blade swinging. But it was a pitiful attack and Riddick quickly moved out of the way, his hands closing on the mans collar, using his own momentum to throw him into the brick wall, head first. His skull hit the brick with a sickening thud and he crumbled at Riddick feet.

The crowed had erupted in sound; shouts, chairs scraping against the floor. Riddick felt movement behind him and moved just in time to dodge a mans fist. It was one of the fucks he worked with that had been sitting at the table. They were all coming towards him now. The man before swung once more and Riddick ducked, his own fist catching the mans jaw with a blistering crack.

Another ran towards him, jabbing with a small knife the size of his palm. Riddick knocked the blade from the mans hand and quickly reached out, fingers wrapping around the mans throat. Movement behind him and he turned, using the man as a shield. His human shield cried out as his friend impaled him where Riddick once stood.

Riddick tossed the man aside and pulled his shiv, slicing across the one of the men's abdomen. Then there were two coming towards him at once. Riddick ducked and caught one of them with his boot, sending him flying into the bar, bottles crashing around him. The other lunged with his knife, his moves faster than the rest and Riddick moved to the left, the right, dodging until he found the right moment to bring his shiv across the mans throat, blood pouring from the wound as the body flopped backwards.

A piece of wood caught him under his chin as somebody came behind him, choking him with the broken table leg. Riddick reached back grabbed the mans shoulders, going to his knees and bring the man over his hand before him. His hand snapped the mans neck with a loud pop and he stood, silver eyes flashing as he looked around. The people in the bar sank back as far as they could as they watched him, eyes wide. He stuffed his shiv into his boot and walked over to his barstool, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and walking out the bar. Whispers came from behind him and the sounds of the crowed in awe at the carnage that was left.

Kyra watched from the darkness of the shadows as he emerged from the club. Her breath caught in her throat as she laid her emerald eyes on him. Emotions she hadn't felt in years welled inside on her and she fought to push them away. She couldn't afford emotion right now; her target was making his way down the sidewalk. She needed to be strong. She found the hate she held for the man and fed herself on that. Forcing herself to remember how she felt when he left her.

It was enough to provoke her anger and she softly moved down the street behind him. She was skilled in tracking her prey and she moved with agility.

Riddick began to walk back towards his apartment, when he heard footsteps behind him. He stopped, and the footsteps stopped. He was amazed that the assholes as the bar were actually going to continue this after he damn near killed a few inside. But…

" I thought you fucks would've had enough?" he said turning, but the street behind him was empty. He removed his shiv and lifted his goggles and placed them over his head. He surveyed the street, but there was no one. Kyra had her back to the alley wall, listening as his voice rang out from the empty street. She did not dare to peer around the corner until she heard his footsteps continue and she then she moved to attack.

Riddick listened for a long moment, waiting for any sound, but there was nothing, no one. He turned around and continued to walk, but this time he was listening for footsteps. His own stride had slowed as he listened. His follower couldn't weigh that much, a smaller man, his footsteps softer. They were closer this time, closer yet…his hand tightened on the blade as he listened. The person was right behind him, he heard the sound of a knife being pulled and He quickly swung around with the blade, the bottle of whiskey crashing to the concrete. But to his amazement, the figure ducked just as fast came back up, blade slicing across his shoulder and jumped back.

Riddick looked down in astonishment as blood began to well in the cut. He looked back to the man before him, But, to his amazement, it was not a man, but a young woman. Her green eyes narrowed and red lips parted ever so slightly. But Riddick frowned and took a step back. Those features so familiar, and he knew almost instantly it was Jack, just all grown up.

" Hello Riddick." She purred ever so slightly. His eyes had gone a little wide around the edges and it was a moment Kyra would treasure forever…the moment she caught Richard B. Riddick by surprise.

Riddick was dumb founded. Never in a million years would he have thought something like this would have happened. There before him, in all her vicious glory, stood Jack. It was something out of a dream, or perhaps a nightmare as he reached out and ran his fingers across the wound. He rubbed his blood between his fingers and looked up.

" Hello Jack." He replied, looking back up. They stared at each other for a long moment, Riddick watching with apprehension and curiosity at the entire situation, and Kyra watched him, waiting for his next move. Had it been anyone else, she would have pulled out her gun, beat the shit out of him, and put him in restraints. But Riddick was better than that. He wouldn't go down easily. In fact, she wasn't quite sure he would go down at all.

It was Riddick who broke the silence. " You wanna tell me what's going on , Jack?"

She quickly spat back at him, " It's not Jack. The names Kyra, and I'm a new animal." She growled. And it was then that Riddick noticed the shiny badge on the collar of her vest. The badge he had seen all too many times. It suddenly made sense he let out a small chuckle.

" Fucking bitch…" he said softly, but Kyra only smiled.

" Your mine, Riddick." She growled, hand reaching for her gun, but Riddick only smiled and before she could grab her gun he had ran into an alleyway. She quickly moved after him, turning into the alley and disappeared into the darkness. It was then that she realized what a stupid fucking mistake she had made. The alley was almost too dark for her too see. Her footsteps crunched on the gravel as she took slow steps, her breathing echoing off the walls. There was no sound or sight of Riddick. She had lost him that easily. That was when she felt his arms wrap around hers, knocking the gun from her hands to the ground. He had been behind her and now he pushed her up against the wall, his arms holding both hers at an odd angle. She cried out and tried to fight, but the more she struggled the more pressure he put on her shoulder and she felt like they were both going to dislocate.

" Fuck you." She spat as her cheek raked against the wall. He pressed his body against hers and pressed his face into her hair, inhaling deeply. Scenting her. It frightened Kyra, and Riddick could tell.

" Come to get me did ya Kyra?" he mocked. " Doing a pretty good job, huh Merc." He growled. She cried out in anger and frustration, but he weighed her down. Kyra couldn't believe what was happening. She had taken in hundreds of convicts, and in minutes Riddick had her at his mercy. It was un-fucking-believable.

But in a that second, she felt Riddick shift his weight and it was all that she needed to slip one arm free and connect her elbow with his face. He jumped back and came loose, but there was still the little problem of not being able to see her assailant. But she kicked anyway, and connect, but his fist lashed out and crashed across her cheek. Pain erupted and she saw spot in the darkness. But the second blow she managed to avoid, her own fist coming into contact to his mouth with a crack. He grunted and lashed out again, but this time he didn't hit her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed her into the far wall. She connect with a dull thud and gasped for air. Riddick grabbed her arms and held them above her head and pushed his lower body against hers, keeping her legs from lashing out as him. She cried out in frustration and Riddick growled and pushed her harder against the wall. She fought better than any man on this planet, and he had even had the upper hand. They had both gone still, their heavy breathing the only sound that filled the alley.

Kyra could smell the sweat on his body, the scent of blood on his flesh. In that moment, she was suddenly very aware of her own body reacting to his being pressed heavily against hers, creating one long line of flesh. All those years and she had never once thought of Riddick in any other way than her savior and tormenter, but as he pressed against her, trapping her against his body, her mind was thinking other things. She was almost embarrassed at her thoughts, at her body. Her cheeks burned red and she swallowed hard, her mouth gone dry.

Riddick felt it too, the scent of her body, pheromones. He was suddenly aware that she was no longer Jack, but Kyra. No longer a little girl, desperate for his attention, but a woman, a viscous killer than packed one hell of a punch. He had never been so turned on in his life. He let out a low growl and Kyra whimpered, but not from fear. This was the last thing Kyra had expected to happen.

Riddick leaned his face down, and his lips hovered over hers. Her pulse had gone up and her breathing was shallow, she felt him pressed hard and ready against her body and she let out a soft moan. Her tongue flicked out and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, the coppery taste resting on her tongue as Riddicks lips found hers. She greeted him with an open mouth as they locked into a near violent kiss. Kyra freed a leg and wrapped it around his waist. Riddick let on of her hands go and placed it on her hip, pulling her leg closer to his body. She moved her free and placed it around his neck and soon both her hands were free and reached around her back for a quick moment.

She pulled both his hands together, placing them on her firm breast. She moaned into his mouth. They had yet to break the kiss. Riddick ran his hands over her body hungrily until he felt the cool metal against his wrist and two dull clicks of the restraints. He broke the kiss and looked down at his bound wrist and then back up at Kyra who watched him with a smirk. He took a step back and could help but chuckle, she was a fucking genius. He'd never seen that coming.