Her eyes flashed over to the right for a second to see if their was an escape, or any chance to, his eyes followed the direction. They came back to him, he could see the calculations swirling in her greens.

'Don't do it.'

Kyra quickly dashed to where she glanced, nearly colliding into a table Riddick kicked in her way bringing her to a stop.

'I told you not to do it.'

Her eyes stared death to him as she heaved in angry breaths.

'Stop fucking doing that!'

Blindly she swung out her blade aiming to carve a big slice out of his chest and would have done just that if she remembered exactly who it was that she was dealing with. The training that he drilled into her ass night and day was lost...the remembrance of who he even was, no longer there.

'Fucking language when you speak to me!'

His hand captured her wrist as he side stepped out of the way of her charge with the blade and painfully twisted up her arm behind her back. Her sweat laced body pressed flushed against the front of him.

"Seems like you forgot a 'lot of things." He spoke against her ear, sounding more disappointed than hurt. Or so he tried to tell himself.

Kyra turned her head sideways to look at him behind her, letting out a whine as he yanked her arm up harder to punish and afflict pain even more.

"Fuck you!" She cried and twisted the opposite way to bring a swinging back punch to his head that he easily blocked but did what she wanted and released a hold of her arm.

Quickly she followed up with her right leg coming in contact with the side of his head making him stumble backwards and giving her enough room to try and make a run for it again. His foot shot out, hooking onto her ankle and tripping her to the floor with a thud. She fell to her stomach harshly against the stone floor with a loud groan, knocking the breath from her lungs.

Riddick placed the heel of his black combat boot into the spine of her lower back not easing up even when she cried out in pain.

"Who the hell am I?"

Kyra winced at the roar that echoed off the walls in the room and the pressure he leaned into her with his boot. She rested her scratched chin to the floor and spoke through her teeth, fighting the sting of tears from her eyes.

"A dead Basta-"

Her head yanked up as he had a fist full of her hair in his hand and brought his face down to hers. "Remember what I taught you, little girl."

"Yea..." She huffed strained breaths between pursed lips before her blank eyes fell straight ahead. "...Make them bleed."

Her hand instantly reached up and grabbed a hold of his black goggles, ripping them from his face at the same time as she screamed. "Light source one hundred percent!"

The artificial lighting system turned on full blast, filling the room with blinding white light that even Kyra had a hard time seeing through but giving her the advantage she needed. She got to her feet sending a hard kick to Riddick's chest unable to block her advances as the searing light pierced through to his skull. Pins and needles like red hot pokers cut through his sockets, burning a path of flames where even thought seemed to be impossible.

Kyra crashed down upon him, her knees settling onto his chest, placing down all of her weight, while shiv pressed into his throat...ready for the kill.

Her hand shook violently about to make the strike...blood seeped between his neck and her blade from the cut boring deeper into his skin.

'Stop!'

Jack's voice screamed in her mind, frightened and pleading. 'Kyra, please...don't do this.'

She hesitated, no way was she about to listen to the little bitch when she could finally be done with the guy who haunted her mind ceaselessly. She could be done with him and hopefully with his death all his memories would die with him too. Yet, she still couldn't bring herself to do it...the shiv just wouldn't go any further and it wasn't the fact that Jack was there with her whining-ass protests.

Riddick was able to collect his senses long enough to make the room fall back into pitch blackness once more. The ease of the feeling of pin-pricks jabbing in his eyes let up slowly and instinctively his hand went to his throat to find only a small cut and some drying blood where a few seconds ago Kyra's blade was biting into his neck. Along with the shiv he gave her when she was nothing but a teen, Kyra was no where in the room to be found and long gone.

The beast's eerie laugh slowly came from the recesses of his mind to taunt and burn his ego even further. A purple-ish-black, toothy grin, white razor filled mouth on such an annoying little fucker.

'Gettin' old, 'Dickie boy...'

His laugh faded and only his words were left to ad insult to injury. '...gettin' old.'

"Old, my ass." Riddick threw back, settling to his feet as his nose picked up her scent wafting on the breeze. A tease compared to what he had just moments ago, beneath him...touching...tasting.

Kyra was alive and he found her, but once again she was out of his life...gone. Maybe it was for the best, she wasn't the same woman he known back before when he saved her off of Crematoria. Nor she just the bald-headed girl crashed landed on some god-forsaken planet over run with hammer-head monsters. She had no idea who he was or who she truly was for that matter. She was in two, Jack and Kyra and he didn't know what to think or how to feel about it. Or the big question...How to fix her?

He stood next to the open-arched window, allowing himself to get lost in the smell of her still strong, lingering in the air. His mind going back to the bed, the way she felt...the way she reacted to his touch...how easily their souls intertwined.

"Kyra..."

His silver-merculian eyes closed, remembering their encounter upon the sheets and then opened them to the lit city and star-stricken, night sky.

There clawing past the lust and pleasure he got from the woman he came to care for as the girl...Jackie girl...striking a chord of guilt as the flash of memory came back of the sound of Jack's voice, so confused and hurt by what she witnessed happening between him and Kyra...her. He was doing all that stuff to her...his Jack...how could he be so fucking stupid.

"...Jack."

He wasn't going to loose her-them again, not this time.

Aeron watched the match flicker from a slight breeze before it stilled long enough to catch the wick on the long, white-stem candle aflame. Smoke trailed upward like tendrils of curls before totally vanishing from sight as she blew out the fire on the match and discarding it on the alter row. One of many that lined the wall to a room she set aside for worship of her own faith.

"Fire." She spoke staring to the flame as if a being of life and it danced before her as if indeed alive.

Next she poured liquid into a basin, it bubbled and rippled- a dance much like the flame she ignited. "Water..."

"...Earth." Aeron turned toward a Suwon plant, one of it's many fury, long, green leaves wrapping around her extended finger. A connection of one living force to another in the great balance of life.

"Wind." She raised up her old hand...so many years of life she've seen...so much beauty...so much destruction...and blew against her finger tips causing them to disappear for a moment before reappearing.

Aeron's head turned slightly left toward the interruption of a heel connecting with the black marble floor, someone stood behind her. Someone she didn't need to turn around to see to know who it was, her perfume and demeanor was enough to choke the life force from any room she entered.

"You Elementals..." Dame Vaako made her presence known as Aeron turned to face the vile woman, swirling gowns following around her elder body. She toyed with a plant she came across, lining the rows in the Elemental's 'prayer' room. Dame Vaako took a leaf and twisted it around her caramel finger a few times before yanking it from it's stem.

"...are such sentimental creatures." She finished with a smug smile before discarding the broken leaf to the floor without a care.

Aeron slit her eyes, hearing the pain-caused-whine from the poor plant who was assaulted by the Mistress. "Lady Vaako."

Dame Vaako feigned interest in another plant that retreated in on itself to hide from the corrupt woman, ignoring Aeron's greeting toward her.

"Faith...praying to your plants..." She picked up a handful of potting soil, slowly rubbing it between her fingers to the floor. "...and dirt. A waste of time and breath giving where you are, Elemental."

Aeron dismissed the arrogant look on her face, her own face cool and composed despite the jabs thrown her way. "I pray to the balance...to the universe..."

Dame Vaako made a sound of disgust and screamed with shaking fury. "You should pray to nothing but the Necromonger way!"

The elder woman kept on despite the interruption, busying herself with the care of her exotic plant friends. "For restoration of order...this I pray to my faith."

"Faith? You are a slave..." Dame Vaako snapped, understanding not what she could believe in that would lead the old woman in such predicament. "...you are our captive. Where is your faith?"

Aeron seemed to consider her words for a moment and turned toward the younger woman with a haughty look. "My home, the planet from which I come from is untouched. No conversion or destruction has seen it's way there. Tell me Necromonger, can you say the same?"

Rage etched every corner of Dame Vaako's face, thinking over when the first Lord Marshal came to her planet converting those who chose to do so and than destroying every evidence of her home planet like others before.

"Bite your tongue, old woman or I'll cut it out myself!" She seethed through her clenched teeth.

A secretive smiled claimed the older woman's lips as she walked leaving the room and lead the way into her inner chambers before stopping to direct impatient words to Dame Vaako.

She pulled the thin shawl over her head, hands folded in front of her. "To what do I owe such a pleasurable visit?"

"Oh, believe me breeder, the pleasure is all mine." Dame Vaako retorted bustling about in golden gown and matching heels as if Queen Bitch of the world, or so she wished. "Especially with what information I have to share."

A flash of something terrible and equally eerie cry took her senses for a moment causing the elder women to grab her chest as if she would faint from the overwhelming experience that shook her nerves.

Taking a harsh breath as heart pounded with fear, she spoke as if winded. "What could you possibly tell me that I have not already calculated?"

"You would know if you paid visits to the Quasidead." Dame Vaako smiled wickedly as understanding lit Aeron's wizened eyes.

"Such vile creatures, have nothing for me to know about." She grabbed a corner of the chair beside her to steady her balance as another dark vision took her mind. She reached out to pour a cup of herbal tea from the tea pot that sat on it's place next to the chair, the liquid rippling in the cup in her hand.

"Than why do you shake old woman?" Seeing her unsteady, wrinkled hand that looked as if it would spill the tea cup to the floor.

Dame Vaako stepped closer behind her to whisper all the more menacingly in her ear. "They told me plenty of your precious Jack."

Aeron eyes stared straight ahead in trance as the visions played freely. "They're coming for her..."

Tendrils of Darkness rose and with it a roar after the one who escaped the hand of the Underverse and the scream was most terrible that shrills sounded and ears bled mercilessly.

Fast flashes of great creatures even unknown to the Necromongers themselves came forward from it's slumber in the Underverse disturbing the dead's rest of Necromongers who have long and recently past from the living. They came from amongst them, hidden in plain sight and out to answer the call of their master who brought them forth from the inky depths.

Not one could tell you what these monsters looked like, what color bleached their bodies or if they owned four legs or eight but the Necromongers could describe their screams and how the sound raked down the spine, chilling the core icy cold and stole away the very sanity of one's mind.

It's cry a warning to the one...the only one who had ever escaped from this darkly place and they wanted her back where she belong at all cost. Even it they must kill her again...the one who sent them wouldn't be satisfied until than.

Their call saying, "Don't let us catch you, dear one."

Kyra's green eyes snapped open, body leaning back against a wall high above the roof tops. Hidden in the darkness from the Riddick, praying that here she wouldn't be found.

While Images of black-hooded creatures with long, black, pointy fingers and wide, white toothy smiles on faces that couldn't be seen under the hood of their cloaks flashed in her head. A cry of spine chilling proportions echoed inside her ears...

A/N: Sorry I really wanted to post this out last nite that I just got lazy and didn't send it through spell check first. But I fixed all the spelling errors so it should be easier to read! lol Thanks for READING and now please please please REVIEW! :)