(Sorry guys, My school has had two bomb threats in less then a week, and Everything's been hectic with homework, and the end of my research project drawing near. And it's winter, so my arthritis (Yes, I have arthritis, in my hip and knee, long story.) has been really killing me because of the cold and wetness. Dude, who has seen the director's cut of COR? XD I love that part, where that Merc girl gets up on Riddick, just about molesting him in his "sleep" )
(AN: Alright, I wrote that AN a few days ago, And speaking of that girl molesting him in his sleep, turns out when I was sleeping with my friend I tried to rape her XD;;; She said I kept hugigng her and pushing my boobs against her. She had to beat me away with a stick. )

Riddick pushed Jack from her bed, watching her fall onto the cold floor, shivering.

Jack reached around for her blanket, but couldn't find it, and opened her eyes, seeing Riddick towering above her, "Why'd you push me out of bed? It's cold!" she complained, sitting up.

"Come on, It's time I get a good look around this place, and I can't leave you here alone..."

"Why not?"

"Why the hell do you think?"

"...Good point." Jack stood slowly, following Riddick from the cell. She looked around...It was terrible. The stench of dirty, rotting flesh filled the air, blood mixed with sweat and dirt made puddles of mud on the ground. She almost gagged from the sudden stench. She covered her mouth and nose with her forearm.

"Why does it smell so bad?"

"When a prisoner drops, it drops, and there it stays. Noone's worried about cleaning up around here. They don't care about our health, or the sanitation of a triple Max Slam."

Jack's eyes widened, they were in a triple max Slam?! What horrors lay deeper in the shadows that proved the horrific status of their new home? "Triple...Max?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Why was I sent to a triple max slam?!"

"You got dragged in here wit' me, that's why. Now shutup...'fore you draw attention to yourself."

But it was too late for that, Eyes were already scanning up the new inmates.

"Hey Babe, I love Brunettes." A wolf whistle followed Jack and Riddick.

Alot of the inmates got rowdy from just that one wolf whistle, cackling like hyenas.

Riddick looked around, growling. He'd have to make it clear to stay off his property, and Jack was his property.

Jack tensed, edging closer to Riddick.

"Come on baby, lemme see that tongue, I need to know what it looks like before I immagine having you use it on me."

"Back Off." Riddick growled under his breath.

"What are you gonna do. You think you're tough?" One of the men surfaced out of the shadows in his cell, taking a step towards them, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, If you haven't noticed, You're outnumbered." Said a high pitched male, stepping from the shadows behind them.

Riddick took a step back to keep his eyes on both of them.

"Yeah." Agreed a multitude of voices as a gang of men stepped out, dirty and grimey.

" 'EY! What did I say about Bugging these two?" Came a harsh female voice.

"Scythe..." The obvious leader of the group growled, eyes narrowing towards the cliffs that hung above them.

"Boo." She jumped from a jutting ledge, landing in a crouch infront of him.

Jack backes herself against Riddick, just in case.

Riddick snorted down at her, before looking up at Scythe, "I got it covered, lady, Look, you're cramping my style. This is where I kick ass and show them not to fuck with me, and Jack."

"I'm only stepping in, because I can't let you kill my asswipe husband." (See. Told you no R/S / R/J all the way heart nn)

"You're married?" He raised an eyebrow, obviously amused.

Her husband growled, "We pulled off big jobs together. Got thrown in here together. She always could whoop my ass." he licked his lips, "I love a woman that can kick my ass."

"Who doesn't?" Riddick smirked. Sure he had never found a woman that could even put up a good fight, but the thought of a chick trying to dominate him... Way to get the blood flowin'.

Scythe rolled her eyes, "Speaking of kicking asses, You, and You." She gestured to Jack and Riddick, "Meet me at cell 4A3X right after dinner time, right?"

Riddick looked at her in interest, "We'll be there..."

"Good." She looped her finger in her husband's shirt collar, and yanked him away.

The other males groaned as their fun was spoiled, going back to their meaningless lives.

Riddick led Jack through the narrow hallways of cells, to the appointed cell. He snorted, seeing it was in the highest class security available in the slam.

Jack looked around curiously, seeing inmates in Gags, leather face masks, metal masks, straight jackets, anything to subdue them. One had no pupils, just a black dot where the iris was to be. It looked over at Jack, and just that glare was enough to make her shiver, and clutch to Riddick's arm.

Riddick looked over his shoulder at her, "Having fun?"

"Shutup Riddick."

"Bold words." He snorted, finally stumbling upon cell 4A3X. It was an empty one, all except for Scythe and her husband, and a few other females and males, probably Scythe's click.

Scythe looked up as they entered, "Ah, finally. I was afraid you wouldn't show. Look At this, Riddick." She stood, shoved her husband off the bed, and pulled it out of it's place.

Riddick's gaze showed a bit of surprise for less then a second, before going back to the same old Bad ass Visage, "Air vent....How Convienant."

"The vent leads out to the surface, and from there getting to the hanger is easy. But the planet is full of steaming gysers and lava pits, it's hard to walk out there, without falling into the pits, and there is acidic areas you have to try and avoid at all costs...Also the hanger is crawling with guards. We've never had the Muscle to pull it off 'till now." She looked at him. He was their muscles.

"...You want me to be the bad ass for you guys...and in return I get out of here, with Jack...But the risk is losing my own life, or Jack's on the planet surface...."

"Exactly."

"...Alright, I'm in.But don't think I'm helping you, I'm only doing this for myself, and Jack."

Jack looked worried....Lava pits?...Acid? But she had faith in Riddick. He wouldn't let anything happen to her...would he? No. Of course not.

"When we going?" Riddick looked at Scythe.

"Right now. You go first, and lead."

"Fine by me." Riddick liked being in control. It excited him. Knowing that depending upon what he did, if someone messed up, they could die. It was so enriching...He crawled into the air vent. Damn it was a tight squeeze for someone of his muscular build.

Scythe motioned to Jack to follow after him.

Jack nodded, crawling into the air vent after Riddick. It was so dark...so very...very dark...

((Here we go. Hope it's long enough. Thank you guys for putting up with my slow ass updates, what would I do without you? nn And thanks to all the people who review. It actually excites me and gets my ass in gear to update sooner. having so many reveiws on the last chapter is what made me update so soon this time. D I have an idea for the next chapter, so It should be up very very soon. Love to all mah home dawgs, Good in the hood, G wangsta hand gesture ))