We are going to move on from that ugly incident and hope it doesn't happen again. :)

Longer chapter as promised. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 9:

Riddick watched Rynn toss and turn for what seemed like hours upon hours. She was able, however, to settle into a deep slumber and that's when he decided to take a walk. He looked back over his shoulder at her before shutting the cell behind him, securing it, so she would be safe while he was gone. Safe from her getting out and others getting in.

With shined eyes leading the way, Riddick continued down the pitch black hallway, heading for a secret part that this slam held. A secret that he and the one he is in search for only know about.

He walked deeper until coming upon a set of concrete stairs that were falling apart. He desended about twenty and was met with a wooden door at the bottom. He knocked twice before hearing footsteps on the other side. A dim light was present as the door creaked open, seeing a familiar face.

"Well look who just happened to drop by." The googly looking hairy old man said with a smile.

"Long time, doc."

"Please come in." The doc stepped aside to allow Riddick in.

"I see those eyes of yours are still prominent."

"Yeah. They drive Rynn crazy."

"They are quite sexy."

"Careful, doc." Riddick warned with a playful smirk and tone.

The doc, who only goes by doc, gave Riddick his shine job all those years ago. Twenty menthol kools was all that was needed. But after the surgery the doc asked for a deal. He wanted Riddick to keep his location, as well as himself, a secret, for whatever reasons. Doc also let Riddick know that if he ever needed anything he would provide if he could. It was the docs way of thanking Riddick for keeping his word.

Odd that the doc would live in a slam but he liked and wanted it that way. He pretty much had everything one would need to survive. How he managed to get things was unknown. Riddick didn't even know. That secret was all his own.

"Speaking of your beauty, how is she?"

Even living all alone, in secrecy, you still know things too.

"Not good, doc. Why I'm here. Know you got antibiotics. Need'em."

He got into a cubbard and handed Riddick a needle that already had a very strong antibiotic inside. "Give this to her after she eats."

Riddick held it up to eye level, quirking up an eyebrow, examining it. "Only one dose?" He questioned.

"It's very stong. It'll be all she'll need."

Riddick turned to leave but before he did he had to ask. "The morphine that Rynn has been taking. Did it come from you?" An underline tone present in that deep voice of his.

Oddly, with that tone to Riddick's voice, the doc still managed to chuckle. "No, Riddick. Come to think of it." He scratched his head, thinking. "I haven't had any of that for a few months. Besides, I wouldn't do that. You'd have my head."

"Good man."

The doc wasn't stupid. He knew what would happen to him if he crossed Riddick.

Riddick gave a nod and opened the door.

"Good seeing you again, my friend. I knew soon or later I would since you and Rynn can't seem to stay out of these places." He joked.

"Can't help that we're popular."

The doc couldn't help but fully laugh this time. "Take care of her and yourself, my friend." Little known fact, the doc hasn't done that shine job on anyone else.

Riddick shut the door behind him, the visit short and sweet like he planned.

Rynn realized she was alone when her arm stretched out over the empyt bed. "Ugh!" She groaned and stumbled to her feet, hurting, not really from the pain, but from the withdrawl of morphine. She groggily walked to the cell door and tried to slid it open. When it didn't budge she realized Riddick had worked his magic.

"Dammit." She cursed, fumbling with the cell door, trying to free herself. She succeeded and slid the door open and stepped out, only taking a few steps before an overwhelming occurance took over her.

The morphine she has been injecting was way more powerful than Johns' was and she was sure feeling the effects, rather feeling the lack of morphine in her system.

Her body caved in on itself. She doubled over in pain. Had to hang onto a railing to steady herself as a massive headache was coming on as well as the feeling of purging. Another intense pain caused Rynn to shout at the top of her lungs. It felt like a knife had just been impailed in her head.

That unplanned scream drawed unwelcome attention from inmates.

"Where do you think your going, pretty girl?"

Rynn couldn't quite tell how many appeared.

Three? Four?

"Piss off!" She grunted out.

"Such a nasty mouth you got there. Luckily, I know just what to do with a mouth like yours."

They ended up backing her back into the cell.

She was in no mood for this, more importantly, she was too weak to take them on. She had no choice but to go along with their commands.

She was instructed to not face them, to have her back to them, feet spread apart and her hands flat against the wall.

"Check Riddick's bitch before we start. I know she's got a blade somewhere. Don't wanna get cut."

'More like gutted.' She thought and had to bit her tongue to keep quiet at that remark while trying to keep from screaming on count of the withdrawl her body was going through.

"Where is Riddick?" One of the inmates asked. Perspiration becoming present on his forehead. He looked around for him, feeling uneasy.

Rightfully so.

"Just hurry up before he comes back." Another inmate instructed.

Rynn felt a disgusting hand start at her shoulders, than make it's way slowy down her body until it cupped her ass.

'Nice.'

Her skin began to crawl. No one touched her like this except Riddick. Speaking of Riddick where the hell was he?

Her eyes grew wider as she felt his hand go around her front and ever-so-slowly felt fingers creep their way into the waist band of her pants and that was the end of that. With what little strength she had left she had to use or else...

She jerked her hips, putting a little weight to her trade mark knee high black heeled boots to make a blade that was hidden inside pop out and she kicked that son-of-a-bitch right between the legs, blade finding his jewels.

The rest came in and attacked her. She got a few good punches and a round house kick in before they overpowered her.

She was kneed in the gut and the handle of a machete hit the back of her head and she went down onto her stomach, in even more wretched pain. The machete was now under her jaw, forcing her neck to arch back painfully. Luckily the side that was against her throat wasn't the side that was sharp. They had no plans of killing her...yet.

They dragged her out of the cell, for more room, but their plans were cut short when they all heard his voice.

"Don't remember givin' you permission to touch her."

Riddick!

"Crap!" The inmate that was sweating bullets exasperated, feeling the sense of danger that is Riddick.

"Step aside. I'll be taking my woman. Still gotta bone to pick with her."

The weapon was removed from Rynn's throat and she gasped and choked for air. The inmate got off of her, eyes now on Riddick.

"You can have her back, if you can get past me."

Riddick chuckled, amusingly, like he would be a problem, any of them really. He remained all calm, cool and collected like always while enjoying another sip of whatever it was he was drinking.

"Your drinking at a time like this? Must be good. What is it?"

Riddick mummbled something not audible.

"What?"

"Tea."

"Tea?!" The inmate with the machete sounded suprised. "Well, Riddick, I hope you enjoyed your tea, 'cause it will be your last."

Rynn rolled her eyes, another hooligan thinking he can take on Riddick. But not going to happen. She knew what was coming. She managed to get to her knees to watch and enjoy what was about to unfold.

"This won't be my last but you'll be taking your last breath once I introduce you to my tea cup."

That puzzled them all.

Rynn couldn't help but smile.

"What?"

Riddick put it boldly. "I'm gonna kill you with my tea cup."

They stood quietly for a few seconds before errupting with laughter but Riddick didn't laugh, he made his move. Slamming the tea cup onto a rock and plunging it into the guy's chest, giving it a good twist. He removed the cup and Riddick's latest victim instantly died. His lifeless body fell to the floor, machete rolling out of his hand.

The others were stunned, shocked, especially when Riddick held up a tiny pin. That's what killed him. Pin to the heart. The rest didn't hesitate. They took off like a bat out of hell.

Rynn went and grabbed the tea cup, that was still in the guys chest and stood to her full height, on wobbily legs. "Damn. I almost forgot about death by tea cup. Now why didn't I ever think of that?"

"Prolly 'cause your always high." Riddick proceeded to walk off until he was stopped by her.

"Just so you know I'm coming down and it fucking sucks."

"Good." Riddick replyed coldly. "Your own fault for taking the shit."

In the blink of an eye, not really thinking about it, she connected with his face, slapping him hard.

Riddick looked back at her with a sick, cold smile and Rynn did her best to try and hide the tears but they were making themselves known again. "How dare you!"

"How dare I what, Rynn? It's all true."

"What was I suppose to do? You knew, as well as I, that I needed Johns' morphine otherwise we would be dead on that planet being eaten by those things. So yes, I guess I am hooked on it."

"No guessing about it."

"Fine, Riddick! I'm hooked on it! But you acting so coldy towards me won't help me in getting better you know. Plus you know I have an infection that I can't get rid of. No antibotics here. So I need it."

"NO YOU DON'T!"

His violent outburst made her jump pretty good.

"If you hadn't gotten all pissed and taken that walk you and I wouldn't be here! You wouldn't be hurt and we would be on some fucking planet or in a hijacked ship, dodgeing mercs, staying out of slams..."

"Don't go blaming me for that decision three months ago." Cutting him off. "There were other times when I went for a walk, alone, you know." She tried to calm herself and the situation down. "Let's just go back to my cell and talk this out."

Riddick just stood there like a statue so she walked up to him, running her fingers down his arm but he moved it out of the way, not wanting her to touch him. But he touched her by snatching her wrist roughly.

"Riddick...your hurting me." She tried to squirm free but the more she tried the more it hurt and the more tighter he squeezed. "I can't do this alone. I need your help. Your support. So we can get on with our lives."

"WHAT?!" It was like another, darker, light switch had just been turned on inside Riddick. His face, his body, was deadly looking, more so than she could ever remember seeing before. "You honestly think I'm gonna take your drug ass back?!"

Instead of taking her head off, he yanked a hanging light down from the concrete roof. "Still too fucking high. You really think that's what's gonna happen?" He couldn't help but chuckle as he let go of her wrist, which now had a bright red mark where he held her.

He turned his back to her again.

"RIDDICK!" She shouted, rubbing her wrist. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME! I CAN'T DO THIS ALONE!" She wanted to say something else, anything, but nothing else came.

She knew he was right. She finally knew. Everything was becoming clear. She was hooked on the drug and not the same person because of it. She was weak. A poor soul. A lost soul that just wanted her man back. Wanted things to be normal, as normal as possible for two convicts, but normal non-the-less. She walked off with her head down. Tears back once again.

Oh, boy! Right? Keep reading to see what happens. ;) We still have quite a bit of story ahead. Thank You for continuing to show your support. Glad you are still enjoying their journey. Leave them some love. :) Next chapter will be up as soon as I can.