Chapter Sixteen:

Riddick jolted awake and shot to his feet rather quickly, looking around, searching, remembering what happened. He sees the Necro ship fly out of sight...

"Rynn..." He breathed. "Kyra..."

"I was suppose to deliver a message to you..." The Purifier got his attention. "...If Vaako failed to kill you that is."

"And what message would that be?" He said with a little amusement in his voice.

"It would be from the Lord Marshal himself. Telling you to stay away from Helion. Stay away from him. And in return you'd be hunted no more."

"Ain't gonna happen, Necro. Not with the girls on that ship and my child. And not with the likes of you people."

"They would be well taken care of."

"Convert or die. That what you call bein' well taken care of?"

The Purifier snorted with disgust but knowing all too well what Riddick meant. "Vaako will most likely report you as dead." He took hold of his blade and walked closer to Riddick. "So this is your chance, your chance to do what no man has done before-"

With a blink of an eye and fury, Riddick grabbed the throat of the Purifier and the Purifier showed Riddick the light blue glowing hand mark on his chest. The same one Riddick just received.

Riddick let go of him, looking at that mark, almost in disbelief.

"We all began as something else. Furyans' still exist." He began. "I've done unbelieveable things in a faith that was never my own. He will do to them, Kyra and your girl, what he did to me."

Dropping the blade at Riddick's feet. "The Necromonger in me tells you not to go back but the Furyan in me..." He pauses for a slight smile with his final words. "...Hopes you won't listen." The Purifer than steps out into the scorching sun and within seconds is nothing more than ash.

Riddick watched as he took his own life. Staying silent for a moment. Fury still running deep within him. He bent down to pick up the blade, found another ship and took it heading back to Helion Prime. The same planet where he reunited with Imam, learned of where Rynn was, only difference now was that, the plague has what belongs to him and they will be coming face to face with the one, the only, nortorious Richard B. Riddick...

"Rynn..." Kyra obviously scared as hell.

"No need to be afraid." The Lord Marshal made his grand entrance into the room where the two were being held in.

Rynn's eyes never left The Lord Marshal while keeping Kyra as close to her as possible.

"No need to be afraid?!" Rynn reverbrated, raising an eyebrow, questionably.

"That's right. Why be afraid?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because we're going to die if he don't convert."

"Smart woman...and beautiful, if I may say so."

Rynn just shot him a glare.

"Riddick's a lucky man."

Rynn, still silent, with that stare.

"I don't want to die, Rynn." Kyra whispered.

"You won't child..." The Lord Marshal creeping closer. "...As long as you convert."

"I won't! Let us go!" Kyra lashing out at him. Rynn letting her, but keeping a firm hold on her, not letting her get completely away.

"That's Beautiful."

"What is?"

"How a cold blooded killer can be so cold blooded but yet still show affection towards a poor, lost child-"

The Lord Marshal put out his hand, trying to caress Kyra's hair but Rynn quickly went for a shiv and knicked his hand. Would have stabbed him if he hadn't done his "vanishing" thing.

"Quick." He noted, suprised.

"Remeber that." Rynn warned.

"You cannot kill what is already dead, you know."

"Everyone has a weakness."

"And yours seems to be the girl."

Rynn just stiffened.

The Lord Marshal backed off and motioned for one of his own to bring something that was on a silver tray.

He motioned for all to leave the room. Once they did it was just the three of them.

"It would seem the child has made up her mind. She won't convert so death will be her fate." He paused for dramatic effect. "As for yours..."

"Not worried about my fate. Not worried at all. Kyra won't die or convert for that matter. Soon we both will be gone. Riddick will find us and you will be truly dead...and you will stay that way this time."

An amusing, loud laugh from The Lord Marshal. "I sent my purifier to your Riddick and made him an offer I'm sure he won't refuse."

"And what would that be?"

"He doesn't hunt me, he stays away and he will be hunted no more...and I can make that happen."

Kyra looked up at Rynn with some doubt. Thinking back on that god forsaken planet they got off of. Thinking that, at one point, her hero, or heros, were going to leave he and the rest there to die.

Rynn conforted her and gave a laugh herself. "You, obviously, don't know Riddick, do you?"

"Let's not worry about him right now."

"He will come for us."

"Well it would seem decisions have been made."

The Lord Marshal walked the tray with the silver lid closer to her."You've had this before and I'm sure you miss it..."

Rynn a little puzzled.

"You got hooked having to deal with that awful pain...from those creatures...Must have hurt, getting it shot in the eye...""

Rynn now knew what he The Lord Marshal was talking about. But how the hell did he know about any of that?

"You got hooked once, granted, not meaning to but no matter, you will get hooked again. Seems your easier to deal with when your all drugged up."

Not according to Riddick.

The Lord Marshal lifted the lid there layed a syringe, ready to go, ready to be plunged into her veins once again.

Morphine.

"First ones free for the taking. Go ahead." He pressured. "You know you want it."

She hasn't thought about that for awhile but now that it has been brought to her attention again she missed what almost costed her everything.

"Take it." He kept insisting. "Either way you will die. By my hands, so to speak, or by your man's hands once he finds out.

"Rynn?!" Kyra broke through her trance. "Don't."

Just than a elegant lady, dressed in all white came up and took Kyra from Rynn and she didn't even hear the screams and cries or pleas from her.

With shaky hands, Rynn took the needle. "Get out." Her voice dropping, like she had a lump in her throat.

"Certainly. Take all the time you need." The Lord Marshal doing as she demanded, leaving with a smile, turning the lights out as he shut the door behind him.

For what seemed like hours, Rynn contimplated. Cried. Tried to drop it and walk away in the darkness but ultimately wasn't able to. The needle kept coming back in her hands.

Not thinking about the baby, not thinking at all, she took a deep breath. Sweat forming on her forehead. She turned her arm over feeling the point of the needle.

A brief cold breeze swept by her.

Odd with the door shut and no windows in the room. She could have sworn she felt someone else in the pitch black room with her but she shrugged that feeling off. She contemplated again about what she was about to do but it looks like the morphine was going to win again.

Before she could inject her arm with the morphine that cold breeze, again, swept by her, more like coated her this time. There was someone else in that room with her. She wasn't alone like she thought. Confirmation came when a powerful arm went around her waist from behind, pulling her to a rock hard body. At the same time something ice cold and sharp was thrusted to her throat, ready to slice...

Lips to her ear, a deep, bone chilling voice said only two words.

"Drop it."