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Prolog.

Dear Diary

Ten years, it had been ten whole years since Riddick left me. I can't believe that so much time has passed. The last time I saw him I was just a scrawny kid with a serous case of hero worship. I guess I still think of him as my hero, I can't help it, he was just so different. Well I guess different is a little bit of an understatement. He was the ultimate anti-hero, the black sheep with a warm heart hiding somewhere underneath the darkness.

Iman never understood why I cared for Riddick, couldn't comprehend how I could love a convict. I guess even I don't fully understand my own feelings. It's just……..the first time I saw him, the only thought in my head that I had found where I belonged. I had found the thing I needed most in my life…….the only thing I needed in my life. Uuugggh I'm so confused even after all these years my heart speeds up and my knees go week at just the thought of him. I miss him so much, I've never felt pain like I did the day he left me on Helon Prime with Iman. Sure I've grown up and can take care of myself now, but I can't help but wonder if I'll ever see him again. Will he even remember me?

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful day on Helon Prime, that was nothing new. This planet was almost a model for perfection as far as the climate was concerned. Walking quickly towards the market that was located in the center of town, Jack was franticly searching threw her pockets trying to find the grocery list Iman had given her that morning. With a small cry of triumph Jack fished the elusive piece of paper out of her back pocket. Looking at her watch she picked up her pace, desperately hoping that she could get to her destination before the vendors closed for the night.

She had to get there in time! Iman had a big meeting with some of the most powerful men on Helon Prime and if she didn't get what she needed there wouldn't be anything to serve them for dinner. (Except maybe some week old leftover spaghetti.) Silently cursing her luck she turned the last corner and all but ran into the market place. Thanking every god she knew that the most of the stands and shops were still open, she quickly hunted down and purchased the items on her list. Making her way back out into the complicated streets of Helon Prime, Jack made her way home at a much more leisurely pace.

Once she reached the modest size two story house she shared with Iman, she first made her way into the kitchen to put away the groceries she had picked up. After everything was in its proper place she made her way up to her room, all to happy that Iman had decided to be in charge of cooking this evenings meal. Flopping herself down on her bed she closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander.

(Flashback)

Jack was still adjusting to her new life on Helon Prime, it wasn't bad, just different. The school she went to was very strict and the weather was a little on the swampy side, but all in all pretty nice. She had been living with Iman for almost a year now and her nightmares about her time on the planet were still coming in crystal clear. She had thought that after all this time they would have at least started to fade. Apparently not because each night she's back on that planet running for her life, the smell of blood all around her, and the sound of tearing flesh and crunching bone echoing threw the darkness.

Iman worries about her, thinks that maybe she should get some counseling or something. It wouldn't be such a bad idea if she actually thought it would help. No she knew what she needed to chase the dreams away. The only problem is he's probably half way across the galaxy by now, and it probably never coming back. Iman keeps telling her to keep her hope alive, Riddick will be back for her someday……when it was safe. She may have been a kid but she wasn't stupid, it would never be safe, and Riddick was never coming back.

( End Flashback)

A loud banging on the door down stairs brought Jack out of her musings. Sitting up she shook her head to clear it of the memories still trying to occupy her mind. Now was definitely not the time for a trip down memory lane. As much as she hated the task, she had to make an appearance at tonight's dinner. Resolving herself to a night of listening to a bunch of stuck up old me talk about politics, Jack got up and made her way over to her closet. Quickly sorting threw her small selection of formal wear, she pulled out a deep blue halter style dress. It wasn't anything special, reaching to her ankles it had two slits up both sides to mid thigh and a scooped out back. Donning the garment Jack fished a pair of black strappy high heal shoe's from under her bed. Deciding to leave her waist length black hair down, she ran a brush threw her raven tresses, applied a little make up, and taking a deep breath opened her bedroom door and made her way downstairs.

Walking quietly into the living room, Jack took a moment to get a good look at the two of most influential men on Helon Prime. The first man was thin and look to be in his early fifties, he had dark brown hair with speckles of gray at his temples. She couldn't tell how tall he was seeing as he was sitting down, but if she had to make a guess she would say about 5,8. The second man was a lot less pleasing to the eye. Looking to be about seventy, he was extremely overweight and his gray hair was balding. He looked to be short about 5,4 or 5,5. Deciding she had looked her fill, she quietly cleared her throat immediately gaining Iman's attention.

"Aw, Jack you look lovely tonight." Iman said with affection, gesturing for her to come closer Jack made her way over to where the three me were sitting. Iman stood once she had reached them taking Jack's hand he turned her to face their visitors. " Jack I would like you to meet Mr. Adair," Iman said indicating the older man. "And Mr. Fashid." Plastering a fake smile on her face Jack bowed to the two men, who, in turn inclined their heads in recognition. "It's a pleasure to meet you, and welcome to our home." Sugary sweetness all but dripped from her voice. Settling into her role as hostess, Jack bowed once again and motioned to the other room. "If you gentlemen would be so kind we will adjourn to the dinning room for dinner." Keeping her eyes on the floor Jack waited till the men had passed her before following them out of the room.

Dinner was a tedious affair, Jack thought her face would split with the effort of keeping a smile on her face. As much as she loved Iman being forced to spend two hours listening to arguments over taxes and new governing issues went above and beyond the call of duty. When Mr. Adair and Mr. Fashid finally made their way out the door Jack thought she would jump up and down with glee. Managing to murmur a polite farewell Jack closed the door quietly behind them. Turning to Iman with an unreadable expression on her face she quietly announced. "I' am never and I mean NEVER doing that again." the quiet strength in her voice showed her threat was clear. " The next time you have a business dinner say I suddenly caught the flu of something." With one last shudder of revulsion Jack said an absent good night to Iman and went up to her room.

Closing and locking her door Jack went to her dresser and pulled out her pajamas( A pair of boxers and a wife beater.) Carrying them into the bathroom she shut the door and turned the shower on. Striping out of her dress she stepped into the tub and ducked her head under the spray. After washing her hair and scrubbing off her make-up she took the time to relax. Bracing her hands agents the tile walls she allowed the water to run over her head and back. Closing her eyes with a moan of contentment, she cleared her mind and felt the knots of tension caused by dinner melt away.

-Jack POV-

The next few weeks of life passed by quickly. It wasn't until one when I was walking home from the park when I got the weird feeling that someone was watching me. Looking around I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but quickened my pace just the same. I felt kind of foolish like I was jumping at shadows, but something in my gut told me that I needed to get home, being a locked door, and fast. Winding my way threw the streets I let out a relived breath when my house came into view. Cursing myself again for being paranoid I started digging in my purse for my keys. I had just closed my hand around them when a big beefy arm wrapped itself around my waist and a hand covered my mouth.

"Don't make a sound bitch, and you wont get hurt…….much." A deep gravely voice whispered in my ear. I started struggling, terrified of what this man planed to do to me. Kicking and scratching when ever I could get my arms free I made a desperate attempt at freedom. It was useless the arms around me simply tightened and I could feel my captors amused chuckle rumbling in his chest. "So you have fire." he hissed at me. "I guess we'll have to do something about that wont we." With those words his arm around my stomach tightened even more making it impossible to breath. The sound of several more men coming towards me was the last thing I heard before everything went black.

That's the first chapter hope you liked it. Please review and let me know what you think. Also I'm a terrible speller so please excuse any mistakes