Dayzejane, thank you for your words of encouragement, they mean a lot. Like I said music will be a running theme in this fanfic along with mythology. Points if you get the veiled reference in this chapter =) Again I own nothing, please don't sue this is all for fun while I can't sleep.

River's POV

The girl could feel the waves of lust rolling of the man in front of her after he had said this. It took her a minute to regain her composure and steady her breathing, something that the killer did not miss. He laughed as she had to focus her thoughts…

"I have been known to have that effect," he said with a smirk playing at his lips. He gave her another minute before he spoke again.

"So why don't you tell me exactly how you know so much about the infamous Richard B. Riddick," he purred into the scent of her hair.

Just as the girl was about to open her mouth to speak, she froze. She could feel the butterfly and blue devil approaching and she hissed out a "Shhh" Riddick froze at this and the scent of the hype and pilot caught in his nostrils.

Riddick's POV

Damn, he thought to himself, so wrapped in this girl I haven't even fucking seen I didn't notice the damn pain in my side. That is not acceptable. Richard Badass Riddick does not get wrapped up in girl. Fucking slip of a thing too. The way she had leaned into whisper in his ear had told him so much about this girl he had yet to see. She was small, but not fragile. There was a definition to her limbs that suggests training, what kind he was not sure, but if her riddles held any clue it suggested Alliance. Was she government trained? He didn't know, and he didn't like this one bit… He could usually tell just by the scent of someone who was government, and the fact that he couldn't with this girl bothered him to no end. He had questions for her, but he knew it would have to wait as her scent began to recede and instead it was replaced with the malodorous stench of Johns and that skirt for a pilot….

Johns was approaching Fry from behind while she looked on at the convict strung up before her eyes. She wasn't sure if she should feel safe knowing he was chained up, or uneasy from the way she was attracted to look at him.

"He just escaped from a maximum security prison." Johns says as a whisper in her ear, making Fry visibly shudder and Johns smirk.

"Should he just stay locked up forever? " Damn did her tone just betray her slight attraction? She hoped not, but that hope was dashed as Johns bit out "That would be my choice."

"Is he really that dangerous?"

He had to give it to the woman, she was dammed curious about the convict, and was trying so hard not to be. He chuckled as he said "Only around humans."

There was a brief moment between the two before Johns said what he came to tell her.

"Seems the little crazy bit has disappeared and people are getting a bit twitchy about it. Came to see if she wandered in here to visit the resident cuddly killer, but since she doesn't seem to be, thought maybe we should have a little look around before she goes and breaks her neck on something."

"Yeah that sounds like plan," Fry said as they began to walk back to where the others were waiting.

River's POV

After the butterfly and the devil left the girl dropped down from her hiding spot in the crossbeams of the ceiling. She heard the killer chuckle as he heard her drop down.

"Knew you didn't go too far," and after a brief pause "So how's about you explain to me how you knew they were coming?" There is a bit of curiosity to his voice and the girl cannot help but find this tone pleasing to her ears. She begins to skip and twirl towards him a bit.

"The girl is what they made her to be. She was the maiden dancing in the garden before they came and spirited her away. But they veiled their intentions with false hope, and took from the girl what they had no right to take. But she took it back in spades," the girl said with a small laugh that resembled a predator playing with its prey.

"You're going to have to dumb it down a bit for me girl, got maybe half of what you was trying to tell me."

She huffed at this, annoyed at not being understood completely. She explained "I get confused. I remember everything. I remember too much, and... some of it's made up, and... some of it can't be quantified, and... there's secrets. But I understand."

Partially realization now hitting Riddick he replied, "Okay, but how does that explain how you knew they were coming?"

Again she huffed, but this time she tried harder, "The girl can hear things, things which others cannot. What you can sense, smell, the girl hears in here" she says as she pokes him in the side of his head. He growled at the girl and she realized she was stepping lightly.

"The girl apologizes for the intrusion into his space, but now he comprehends what she means."

This seemed to appease him a bit and the irritation rolling of his skin died down.

"The girl must leave now, return to the flock and to the wolf in sheep's fur." She begins to skip away knowing that he comprehends her now. She pauses though as she gets to the threshold, and barely above a whisper murmurs "The wolf is silly, his desire for a syringe blinded him to the hole in that which cages the beast." And with that she skips back towards the others.

Riddick's POV

He had to give it to the girl; she had some balls poking him like that. Not many could poke a beast and not have their arm bitten off. But now he understood the nature of her story. She was Alliance trained all right, that much he was sure of. Pretty sure she could give him a run for his money too, that is if he didn't have his shivs of course. He couldn't wait to find out more about this 'dance' she knew, and what exactly they had taken from her. Her riddles suggested mental instability, but people had said the same thing about him so he couldn't really hold that against her. She knew Johns was a hype too, which meant she was probably a reader, and all be dammed if that didn't explain more and turn him on slightly in the process. There would be time for that though, now he just had to get out of this cage as she called it with the tidbit she had given him. Unfortunately, this was going to hurt like a bitch…

River's POV

She had skipped around the perimeter of the crash site to avoid arousing more suspicions as to where the girl had been. The others were just about to disperse to look for her as they came into view but stilled as they saw her skipping towards them. She began to hum to herself…

"Where the GORRAM HELL have you been!" Johns screams at her. It is apparent to the girl that he is in dire need of his next spike but with her 'missing' he was unable to sneak off to fulfill such wishes. The rest of the group is staring at her or glaring at Johns for his tone, but all waiting for a reply.

"The girl heard the sounds of Requiem Mass: Lacrimosa and followed the sounds of the orchestra around and around until the crescendo." She says matter of fact, with more than a few bewildered expressions and one very irate Johns glaring at her.

"What the gorram does that even mean?"

"Earth-that-was composition by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart composed in Vienna 1791. It was Mozart's last composition and is one of his most popular and respected works, although the question of how much of the music Mozart managed to complete before his death and how much was later composed by Franz Xaver Süssmayr or others is still debated…."

She was going to continue but Johns was now turning a merlot shade of red and begins stomping towards her…"It's not safe for little girls to be rutting running around, dong-ma?"

"Don't worry blue devil, no monsters yet," she replies with a smirk, knowing the reference would be unsettling to him, and he noticeable blanches.

"I CAN'T stand this brat! Keep her away from me for a few rutting moments before I throttle her." Johns says as he stalks off towards the wreckage, the others presumably think it's to check on Riddick, but she knows the truth.

"River, you shouldn't wander off by yourself, we don't know what's here and with Riddick it isn't safe around." Fry has again put the gilded face on and this irritates the girl to no end. When Fry reaches a hand out to touch the girls shoulder, she stares up at the older women with a look rivaling one of Riddick's own

"Don't touch it! Don't- Don't you touch that handle," barely a whisper, but enough to get the point across to Fry.

Fry immediately pulls back her hand and becomes as pale as a sheet…She realizes the implications of the girls words, but cannot let the others know. She huffs and a walk in the direction that Johns went, the other's oblivious to the meaning behind the words.

"River, she is only telling you the truth, it isn't safe, even with Riddick locked up." The holy-man easily replies. There is general concern for the girl rolling off the man, and she softens at this and smiles at him.

Just as the others begin to sort through more of the debris, Fry can be seen running back to the group.

"It's Riddick...He's escaped!" And the girl cannot help but smile.

Author's note: Reviews, positive or negative appreciated. I will try and update as fast as I can and when inspiration strikes =)