And here is chapter 39! Hope you're all gonna like it. This chappie took F-O-R-E-V-E-R to make. So many problems. Little time, major block attack, lost interest in the story, Bannie, my sweet, sweet Beta also got little time for this but yet she made time for it. Thanks to her motivation I didn't give up. And this is what happened! A Chapter that's TEN Pages Long! I hope you like it and will give me lots and lots of reviews for this.
Anyways, this chapter is the last chapter I made. There is no more after this although a few more chapters will be put up, they will be just ideas I had rolling about in my head for this story.

But enough talk! Time to read! Have fun my kiddies!

Recap: The necromongers were spread around the entire room with a group of necros standing in front of the entrance, making it clear that nobody was allowed to leave.

Not soon after the double doors at the back opened, a group of necros led by a man wearing a helmet in the form of faces and black armor with a long metallic-looking cape dragging behind him came walking in. The boots of the man clinked softly on the polished ceramic-white stone tiles.

He held his head high and looked forward as he walked up the stairs and came to a stop in the middle of the chamber on the somewhat raised platform. His dark grey eyes scanned the room, studying his surroundings.

After him came a man in a black leather suit with a strange, close-fitting helmet on his head. He looked around at the crowd of frightened Helion people with a stoic look on his doughy face. He stopped at the bottom of the stairwell the aforementioned man had walked up and turned to face the crowd. His arid, dark, almost black, blue eyes looked around.

"In this 'Verse, life is antagonistic to the natural state." started the man loudly, his voice echoing slightly in the large, creamy-white room. At the same time the doors of the room closed as the last of the necromonger group walked inside, which were all women dressed in different types of black dresses of the same material. They all stopped in front of the door in two almost neat rows.

Next to them, stood a woman in a golden, leather-like dress with a wide golden-embroiled belt and a thick golden necklace that was tight around the neck and ended in an upside-down triangle. The sleeves of the dress came all the way over her hands and left only the tips of her fingers bare to see as she placed one hand on her hip and the other hanging next to her body.

Her hair was black and pinned tightly back in a wide bowl-shaped knot with in there a normal, tidy knot. Her caramel skin was flawless and mixed well with her black eye-shadow. She observed the group with dark brown eyes and absently listened to the speech with an air of arrogance around her.

The slender man continued talking as he walked up the stairs to meet with the man with the cape as he turned around to face the whole crowd. "Here, humans in all their various races are a spontaneous outbreak… an unguided mistake. Our purpose…" he pointed his finger around the frightened crowd "is to correct that mistake."

The imprisoned survivors started whispering anxiously in a low voice to eachother at this. The man talking, continued as if he wasn't aware of this. "Because there is another 'Verse. A 'Verse where life is welcomed and cherished. A ravishing, ever-new place called UnderVerse." cajoled the man, his voice filled with fondness just by talking about the place.

He cocked his head to the side as his eyes stared almost unseeing at the small crowd before him as he went on. "But the road to that 'Verse crosses over the Threshold." he finished rather lugubrious as he pointed his right finger up, showing the metallic claw-like rings that covered his fingers while his other hand was covered by a leather glove.

The moment he spoke the last word all the necromonger soldiers spoke as one; "Threshold! Take us to the Threshold!" they chorused in religious fervor, their voices loud and unnerving to some.

Blade and Riddick, who had both been standing in the back, arched a brow each, in silent amusement at their chant as they glanced at one another. Both had the same thought; 'Why is it always the religious ones who cause so many fuckin' problems?' It made them both wonder how people could still be religious after they met such an aggressive religion.

Their attention was then brought back to the present when the man with the face-like helmet spoke up. "What you call… death." he said loudly, the amusement in his voice and the cynical smile on his face was not missed by the two criminals.

Just as he finished his sentence the doors behind him flew open with a loud creaking noise and clanged against the walls as some more necromongers walked inside. One huge soldier in particular that walked in the middle with two large, double-bladed battle axes in each hand, caught some attention. His armor was dark pewter of color just like all the other necromongers and held many carvings and cuts on his armor but also on his skin.

A particular, nasty and jagged scar stood out on his skin that seemed to come from under the right side of his armor and went in a crooked line upwards and went almost all the way around the front of his throat. Another but smaller scar started from his chin and went diagonally up and over his lips, stopping two inches above them.

The helmet he wore held no mouthpiece, exposing his face clearly which showed no emotion whatsoever.

Blade and Riddick noticed and recognized his face instantly. Both narrowed their eyes behind their respective glasses while Riddick frowned a bit. This was the man they wanted to see. The man they wanted to get. The one who killed Imam. They watched the bulky, muscular man walk in with big, striding steps and stop a few steps up and behind the man with the face-like helmet.

In the meantime the preacher started talking again. "So it is this 'Verse that must be cleansed of life, so that Underverse can populate and prosper." said the man firmly yet his eyes showed hope, hope that they would agree to his words. Many townspeople began murmuring even louder than before, most looked at the preacher with a frown or a dismayed gaze.

In the group of survivors stood a man with blonde hair and beard who glared at the man with icy blue eyes. He disliked what the man had just said. He had practically told them that they should die so that the invaders can continue living. What kind of speech was that? He didn't like it, not one bit as he clenched his hands in tight fists. His jaw, smeared on the right side with blood from a shallow cut there, locked hard in place to listen further to the necromonger's speech without interrupting.

He was a politician. He had come here to negotiate with the conquerors, hoping he could persuade them with the best possible terms for Helion in return of their surrender. Obviously by the necromonger's speech, that was not going to happen.

The man with the mask-helmet, who the duo deemed the leader of the group, seemed to notice the disagreeable looks and heard the rebellious words from the crowd. He decided that it was time that he said something. He narrowed his eyes as he motioned at the soldiers around him.

"Look around you. Every necromonger in this hall, every one of the Legion Vast that just swept aside your defenses in one night… was once like you." he said with a proud smile "Fought as feebly as you. Every necromonger that lives today… is a convert." He started with a sneer and ended his little speech with an arrogant smile that said it all. You are weak and we are strong.

Riddick glared at the man from under his hood. Something about him rubbed him the wrong way. He felt angry, a rage that seemed to come from deep within him, but yet it felt like it was not his and at the same time, it was. His inner beast snarled, baring its teeth at the man, but he could not figure out what it was that made him feel so angry.

It was not as if the death of the holy man affected him, well, maybe a little. But not this much. The man had betrayed him, them. Stabbed them in the back for what little trust they gave him.

But still the anger he felt confused him. What was it about the man that made him so… furious? Not to mention familiar. He had never seen the man before as far as he could remember, and yet, he felt as if he had met the soldier and he had done something terrible to Riddick. He was shaken from his thoughts when the townspeople started protesting loudly.

"There'll be no conversions!" exclaimed a dark-skinned woman, showing clear defiance in her voice and eyes as she glared at the man.

"We all began as something else!" Interrupted the necro-priest loudly as he motioned to the soldiers around him once more, bringing the vociferous protests to mere whispers and murmurs again. "It was hard for me to accept, too, when I first heard these words." confessed the man, his voice growing steady and calm again "But I changed. I let them take away my pain." he told them in a clear, placid tone that told them he had no regrets.

"You betrayed your faith!" pointed another man with resentment out.

"Just as you will change… when you realize that the threshold to the Underverse will be crossed, only by those who have embraced the necromonger faith." persisted the priest, ignoring the words of the man as he turned to look around at each person in the room. "For those of you who will right now… drop to your knees and ask to be purified." he implored.

While he spoke a necromonger soldier walked slowly around the room, glaring at all the townspeople he passed. He had somewhat more elaborate necromonger armor on, aned like with so many other soldiers, had all kinds of markings on his armor, front and back. His helmet had a mouth-cover that had an opening in the middle so you could see his pale rose, thin lips and the cold, green eyes that were visible and looked uncaring around as he passed. On top of his helmet was a golden head of a demonic face that seemed to glare right at you. This necromonger was a commander and went by the name of Vaako.

"We will not renounce our faith!" protested a dark-skinned man strongly as he opened his arms, motioning to the townspeople around him.

The man with the cut on his face had had enough of the priest's speech. He placed a hand on the man's arm as he started walking through the throng of people, sometimes placing a hand on someone's shoulder, silently asking them to let him through as he continued his way down to the middle of the room.

"No one here will do what you ask. It is unthinkable!" spat the man as he made his way closer to the middle with each step. With his words, the protests and rebellion of the rest of the survivors slowly grew louder again.

When the man finally came to the middle, he waved around to the other people. "This is a world of many peoples, many religions!" claimed the man in a rant. As he spoke, the leader of the necromongers slowly walked forwards, down the stairs.

When he passed the necromonger priest, the man stepped aside bowing his head slightly as he did so. "Please don't, Lord Marshal." whispered the man softly but the Marshal ignored his soft pleading and walked forth with a contempt smile on his face. But before he passed the priest he glanced down at the clearly smaller, more slender, man with a slight glare and instantly the other male bowed his head in submission and quiet remorse.

He had understood the look his Lord had given him. Try that again and you will be punished. A simple but clear message that was all said by just his gaze.

The villager who had spoken up stood in the middle of the room now, staring straight at the Marshal with a lifted head and a heated glare in his eyes as he went on with his yelling. "And we simply cannot and will not, be converted!" he announced loudly in a tone that said it was final, as he stood his ground, showing no fear. Even when the Lord Marshal kept walking towards him he didn't budge as the Marshal lifted his hand, which became ghostly, ethereal to the eye.

In the background the priest looked on with a frown on his face. He knew what was going to happen next. He had seen it all too many times during his days as a necromonger. And up in the back of the crowd, the duo knew something was going to happen and watched on with silent curiosity.

"Then I'll take your soul." declared the Marshal as he slammed his hand in the politician's stomach and when he stepped past him, a ghostly form of the man came out of the man's body. The hollow shell of the man's body whirled around from the force his soul was taken and reached out, mouth agape and eyes wide with horror, at the Marshal, who also turned around. The soul of the man let out a hollow cry that made many people whimper, cry out or gasp and whisper softly among eachother.

The Marshal gave the body of the man a cold smile before he threw the soul to the ground where it disappeared. Moments after, the body of the politician fell backwards, arm still stretched out, dead to the ground.

"Join him… or join me." finished the Marshal, as the necro-priest closed his eyes as the body fell with a thud on the ground. He looked to the side with guilt in his eyes as he felt an inner turmoil. Why was there always someone who defied his Lord? Why couldn't they all just accept their fate, like he did? He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again, pushing aside the feelings he felt for seeing someone's soul ripped out of their body for the umpteenth time.

Meanwhile the rest of the people slowly bowed down with either fear, terror or dread in their eyes. One row after another went down on their knees until it was only Riddick and Blade left.

The duo merely stared forwards as everyone bowed their heads in submission.

Neither criminal felt like doing that. Ever. Blade silently bared his fangs at the mere thought of bowing down for someone. His inner beast hissed as it clawed at his mind. Let me out! Let's kill them all! Shed their blood. snarled his beast, but he mentally shook his head. 'Not yet.' he thought, there was first something else to be done.

They both took their time as the last of the villagers bowed down and took off their hoods, revealing their faces to the room.

Vaako, who had been walking around, saw them still standing up and turned fully towards them, annoyance clear on his face. There were always some who were too obstinated or ignorant to conform. As the nearest senior officer he took it upon himself to confront them.

Patiently he offered them a last chance "This is your one chance." started the necro-soldier. Mindful of the larger audience watching them, he decided to show some tolerance as he walked towards the two men while waving his hand towards his leader. "Take the Lord Marshal's offer and bow." insisted the man calmly. Though he had the urge to use force, he restrained himself so as to show the defeated that even the most reluctant could be persuaded, not by force but by words.

Blade and Riddick glanced at eachother as they shifted a bit so they were both facing Vaako. "We bow to no man." rumbled Riddick as he stared him straight in the eye from behind his goggles. "And no fucker's gonna make us." growled Blade, flashing a fang in warning.

The woman in the golden dress turned her body half-way to where they all stood, having heard what they said, she was interested in what would happen next. After all, she knew her husband well enough to know that he would not tolerate such insubordination. Not from another necro soldier or any kind of necromonger and certainly not from a mere breeder.

Vaako could blame these fools still standing before him for their obduracy, but not for their ignorance. Which he doubted they were. Slowly took the necromonger his helmet off and looked Riddick straight in the eye. "He's not a man. He's the holy Half-Dead who has seen the Underverse." declared Vaako proudly.

Blade arched a brow at the man's words and sneered, showing off a sharp, white fang again. "And we give a shit about that, why?" he jeered mockingly. As if they cared for what their leader supposedly was. They just wanted the fucker who took Imam's life and be done with it.

His bald friend had similar thoughts. And like his friend he didn't stay quiet about it, he, instead, decided to voice them. "Look, we're not with everyone here." he confessed and turned his gaze and body to where the necromonger was that took Imam's life "But I will take a piece of him." proclaimed Riddick calmly as he pointed to the necromonger who's gaze he caught and grunted in response.

Vaako glanced from him to the man and smirked. "A piece you'll have." he sneered as he stepped back while putting his helmet back on. The man he pointed at turned fully at the duo and heaved his axes higher. The soldier walked around Vaako until he was standing in front of them.

Blade walked backwards as Vaako stepped out of the way so that the two could fight.

When the fight was about to begin he watched his friend take on the necromonger who took Imam's life. "Your friend is going to lose." jeered the commander, confident that his fellow necromonger would win.

Blade scoffed "Don't think so highly of your friend. He's just a fucker without a brain, can't even speak." sneered the Daywalker back. Vaako frowned at his words for he knew they rang with truth. A small smirk curled up his lips again.

"Maybe so, but he's a man who many tried to kill yet they all fell to his axes. Not one has succeeded, what makes your friend so different?" jabbered the commander to which Blade only smirked. "Cuz he and I ain't like other men." he retorted causing Vaako to glance at him questioningly before turning his attention back to the combatants.

Meanwhile the necromonger shifted his body in a fighting stance while Riddick merely stepped up and stood in front of him about two feet away, his muscles tensed unnoticeably under his cloak as he eyed his opponent.

Then, the soldier snarled as he swung his left axe. The weapon sang through the air as he started with a horizontal swing. The weight of his attack made his body lean forwards but he used the momentum to twist around and brought his second axe down but again his opponent dodged fluently.

The man twisted around again and made a downward cut. His axes were ringing with each motion before he lifted his left axe high to, once again, try to cut him down.

Once he made the move, he missed again and staggered forwards a step.

It was all Riddick needed as he slipped past him and ripped the dagger out of his back.

His opponent let out a deep growl as he turned around with another swing of his axes. Riddick ducked and disengaged past the man's defenses and stabbed him deep in the stomach, once, twice and the third time he drove the dagger as deep as he could with a loud grunt.

The man fell backwards down the stairs almost on some civilians who quickly scrambled out of the way with sharp squeaks and yelps. He rolled all the way down until he came to a stop, half on the ground and half on the stairs on his back. The dagger that Riddick used stuck clear in sight in the man's chest, right through his armor.

A silence reigned through the room for a second as Vaako glared at Riddick with a scowl while Blade smirked, knowing this would probably annoy the commander greatly.

Riddick stared at the now-dead body of the necromonger soldier before turning around to leave. Blade made to follow when the next words that rang clear through the room made him and Riddick tense.

"Stop him!" came the command from the Marshal. It was all the soldiers needed as they blocked Riddick's path. Blade frowned and stalked over to his friend, glancing from behind his black aviators for a sneak attack from the soldiers, his hand brushing along his sword, ready to draw it when needed.

"Stop them both!" came the command again as more soldiers came blocking their path and slowly formed half a circle around them.

The Marshal walked over towards the duo, two soldiers and some necro-civilians followed silently after him. The boots of the two men and the Marshal clanged with each step as their armor rattled with their movements.

The Marshal stopped for a moment by the body of the dead soldier and pulled the carved dagger out with a sickening squelch. The subdued Helions scrambled on their knees to get out of his way. He turned fully to Riddick and calmly walked up the stairs as his subjects all stayed at the beginning of the stairwell.

The man stopped right in front of Riddick, looking him over closely. "Irgun. One of my best." stated the man as he stared Riddick right in the goggled eyes.

Riddick leaned a bit to the side to glance at the dead body at the bottom of the stairs before calmly righting himself up with an arched brow. "If you say so," he purred, with a mocking smile, meeting the man's gaze once more, showing no fear at all.

The Marshal straightened his back slightly while a muscle jumped in his jaw at the implied insult. Instead of reacting to it he held out the carved, golden dagger on his right hand. "What do you think of this blade?" he asked calmly, showing no none of the faint anger that coursed through his body.

The necro-priest shifted in his place as his eyes widened ever so slightly. Luckily this reaction went unseen by all those around him.

Riddick, unknown to the Half-dead before him, narrowed his eyes behind his goggles and snatched the dagger from the man's hand. He then with a skillful flick of his hand made the dagger flip around his hand, doing it once more he then let the dagger twist around in circles on the flat palm of his hand. Riddick stopped the motion by grabbing it in mid-twist, ending it with the dagger in his hand and the handle pointing at the Marshal. He lifted the dagger a bit towards the necro-leader. "I think it's a half-gram heavy on the back end." he summarized, the man before him smiled at the comment "In our faith, you keep what you kill." said the Marshal as he grabbed Riddick's hand and pushed it back to him. Or tried to at least.

There was a small struggle between the two men as they each tried to push the dagger back at the other. The Lord Marshal quickly noticed their strength being even and his mouth opened slowly in surprise as he stared down at their hands.

Riddick, unlike the Marshal kept his gaze on the man's face as he kept on pushing.

In the meantime Blade watched the interaction between his friend and the leader of the necromongers with a blank look. While his head may have been facing the two, his mind and senses were focused on the soldiers around them. His senses sharp and his body tense, he held a hand near his sword in a casual-looking manner. To others it would have looked like a simple roll of his shoulder, but in reality he readied himself for a battle he knew would come. These necromongers were not gonna let them walk out of here. Not alive, at least.

Next to him stood the necromonger commander. He was also watching the interaction between the two with tension, though his armor gave nothing away from his body language.

The marshal lifted his eyes back to Riddick's face and narrowed them ever so slightly. "You look familiar. Have we met before?" questioned the lord warily but the bald convict shrugged indifferently "Not that I know of." the marshal nods once at his words before turning around and started to leave with some last parting words.

"Take him to the regression room. I want to know what he's thinking. As for his friend…" he stopped and glanced over at Blade and smiled arrogantly "Convert him." he said simply before marching away, confident his men would bring the two criminals.

Blade growled as soldiers started coming at him. When they where within range he kicked the closest one to his left away and punched the nearest on his right in the face. He jump-kicked the soldier he had punched, making him fly back into the soldiers behind him where they all fell to the ground.

Riddick saw the attack and went to help him. He grabbed a soldier in front of him by the neck and literally pulled and threw him away, making the man fly two feet in the air before landing half on his head and shoulder.

The bald convict paid no heed to him as he pulled out his ulaks and brought his arm in an upward arc with the blade pointing up. Without looking he had stabbed a soldier through the chin and up in the head before he twisted his hand two inches and pulled his arm forwards, splitting the man's face in two.

The soldier's blood splattered his arm and right side of his clothes but showed no care for it. He twisted in a roundhouse kick and kicked a soldier that tried to sneak up on his friend from behind, away. The man flew against the wall, leaving a small dent with cracks around it as small rocks fell to the ground along with the man who laid motionless on the ground.

The two ended back to back and were quickly surrounded by necros.

The slender, beautiful woman stared at the two big, handsome strangers in shock. She knew both were warriors worthy of becoming necromongers and she wanted to be sure they would be converted before sustaining any injuries. They were just too beautiful to be marred before they could join the ranks of the faithful.

Right before the soldiers could attack, called Dame Vaako out; "Stop!" in a loud commanding tone. All the soldiers froze and slowly some of them lowered their weapons but they all kept their eyes trained on the duo.

Dame Vaako slunk over sensuously toward the duo, swinging her hips from side to side. She had decided to try for the bald one first. She slid her hand over his chest, silently marveling at the tight muscular form of the man as she stood on the tips of her toes and brought her lips close to the shell of the man's ear. "You should feel very lucky, it's a rare offer. A visit inside Necropolis. Not everyone is invited onto the Basilica, you know." she cooed in Riddick's ear.

The hand that was on his chest started tracing random patterns on his left breast as she glanced down at his chest for a second before looking at the side of his face. "Do you wish to accompany me to the ship? I can give you a tour if you want?" she purred as she gently slid her hand from his chest on his arm but he shook it immediately off.

'Snake', he thought to himself. Pretty, but poisonous. He wasn't going to fall for her sweet words.

She sighed at his scowl and turned to Blade. "It would seem your friend doesn't appreciate the honour that has been given you. Perhaps you can?" She attempted to take his arm as well. But she mistakenly wrapped her hands around Blade's sword arm and instinctively, he struck her to free himself.

Stunned, the woman staggered back, her hand coming up to wipe the blood from her split lip. Before she could react further, Vaako roared and lunged toward the duo. "Take them down!" he howled, rage in his voice that a mere breeder dared to strike a Necromonger Lady.

The duo instantly grabbed for, or raised their weapons again and clashed with the nearest necromongers.

Blade stabbed a soldier to his left in the stomach while throwing a forward kick that threw the soldier before him off his feet.

He blocked a blow that came for his head and spun around with his leg stretched out, sweeping the legs from under a necro soldier. He continued his spinning until he stood straight up again and with a swift flick of his wrist he cut off the head from the fallen soldier. The Daywalker then did a swift roundhouse kick to another necromonger's head, effectively knocking him out in one blow.

Riddick ducked a fist to his face and rolled as he expertly tucked his arm in as if holding a baby and tilted his head down as he let his body roll forwards. He landed in a kneeling position by the legs of another necromonger and swiftly pushed his elbow into the back of the man's knee, making the man kneel as well from the sudden force. Riddick wasted no time and brought up his other hand that held his ulak up and slit his throat.

Another soldier snuck up on him from behind but Riddick heard him coming loud and clear and turned around so that he was crouched on the balls of his feet and blocked a downwards sword-strike from the necromonger with his ulaks. He grunted from the force of the blow as he held his ulaks crossed to block and hold up against the pressure of the blow. The soldier growled as he pushed down harder with both hands when without warning, a familiar blade was pushed through the man's head, cutting straight through his upper lip and nose. Blood splattered Riddick's face and goggles from the sudden jab, some blood even landed on his lips.

The man's eyes widened as he lost all strength in his arms and the life in his eyes left, staring into nothingness as he fell forwards.

Riddick quickly pushed the man away as Blade pulled the sword out of the dead body and nodded at his friend who nodded back. The bald convict licked his lips and smirked at the familiar metallic taste of blood. Copperish, just like he told Carolyn Fry five years ago.

Blade then swung his sword with ease at the nearest necro. The head of the necro flew through the air and landed at the feet of a horrified man in blue robes who quickly stumbled back, tripping over his robe and landing in the lap of the man behind him.

Blade didn't care, he just wanted himself and his comrade safe.

Another necromonger shot at him, blue pulses hit the ground where the hunter had just stood, having jumped in the air and landed with a vertical-upside down twist over the man.

The moment he landed he instantly blocked the swing of a mace with his sword from another soldier.

CLANG!

The sound of metal hitting metal rang through the room along with the war-cry of the necro who had attacked.

The shooter that now stood in front of Blade turned to shoot again. The Daywalker didn't give either necromonger a chance as he pushed the man with the mace with a grunt away. The moment the man stumbled a few steps back, Blade had taken the chance and grabbed the man before him around the neck and stabbed him side-ways through the necro's side, where the armor was the weakest.

He let go of the man's neck and grabbed his hand that held the gun and forced the necromonger to turn to the other soldiers and fired off a couple of pulses. He managed to force the man to shoot three of his comrades down before the man crumbled in a heap and fell forwards, dead.

Blade heard another soldier come up to him from his right and in one smooth motion pulled his sword out of the now-dead man and swung it with years of experience, easily at the necro to his right, cutting the man's neck to the middle, almost beheading the man.

The large cut sprayed blood on Blade's face and clothes and another necromonger that swung an axe at him from above. But Blade had sensed him and did a quick back-kick, hitting the man straight in the chest and causing him to stumble back a few steps.

The hunter licked off the blood that was nearest to his lips and flashed a feral grin as he swiftly followed up the back-kick with a frontal high-kick to the man's face. The man's helmet protected him mostly from the harsh kick but still managed to throw him off balance and landed on the ground.

Suddenly a necromonger grabbed Blade by his left arm causing the Daywalker to snap his head towards the man and growled as he moved to cut the man down with his sword but his other arm was quickly grabbed by another necro before he was forced to his knees.

Back with Riddick a few moments ago, he slashed the throats of two necro soldiers who came charging from both sides towards him. In a lightning-quick move he stood up after weaving between their two attacks and slit their throats easily. The blood of the two men sprayed on his face, arms and chest but he ignored it as he stood there with his arms spread wide, his ulaks dripping with the blood of his opponents.

His sharp ears heard another soldier coming up from behind him to his right and did a half back-flip twist to the right and kicked the man in the chest, using the momentum to do a backwards summersault and landed on his feet.

Time wasn't given to him as four more soldiers along with Vaako charged at him.

Riddick did an elbow uppercut thrust to the necromonger that came closest, jamming the man's jaw closed and causing three of the man's teeth crack as pieces broke off of them.

Then the bald criminal let loose a barrage of swift attacks when the rest of them came in range; downward stroke to the head, cutting a soldier's face in two, diagonal slash across the armored chest of Vaako, never letting up on his attacks during his attempt to take the commander down. His footwork was swift, constantly moving and shifting, all the while keeping his opponents on their toes.

The other two soldiers were quickly taken down but Vaako was another story. The man made it clear in his actions how much difference there was between a low-ranking, necromonger soldier and a high-ranked one.

He used a sword and parried his attacks blow for blow, throwing in a kick or punch with the back of his sword once in a while.

Riddick had to focus on keeping this man away from him but at the same time he had to keep the soldiers that were sneaking up on him, away.

He kicked Vaako in the chest and used the momentum to make it a roundhouse kick to the soldier on his left.

He swiftly made an upwards cut with his right but his hand was grabbed by the other soldier while another one quickly placed an axe against his neck.

At the same time had Vaako recovered and took the chance to help his comrades in subduing the convict. He placed his sword on the other side of Riddick's neck and glared at the man as another soldier grabbed his other arm and held them tightly so that he was immobilized.

Riddick glanced over at his friend and saw that Blade was in the same predicament as him.

Vaako glared at the man before a smirk replaced it. "Bring them away. Convert the other while this one…" he trailed off with a cold smile "will be regressed." he finished with a sneer as both partners in crime were taken away with much struggling and resisting.

Ladies and Gents, this is the last chapter of Two for One. I am saddened about it but my muze flew off and I couldn't get it back. I leave this story open for adoption but only on MY CONDITIONS!
If you want to adopt it you must either continue it as it is now. Keep the dark, cruel personality of the duo. Let them have no mercy for even those they once called friends. (yes, even Kyra needs to suffer under their cruel attitude.) No, Kyra's not going to be close buddies with them. She will try but with what they have gone through, they don't want anyone around them anymore. No matter if they are a child or a former friend as you saw in the previous chapter. They don't care about others anymore. Show that! Their personality has turned horrible. SHOW. IT!
Luna is going to suffer at their hands. It's going to be a whole conflicted war between the three of them.

First off: Luna has seen and been through the darker side of life in this world that made even her previous life look all cozy and fluffy. She has killed (self-defense but still) and spilled blood and she doesn't want that anymore. She wants life to go back to normal. Luna had once had a crush on the duo but now the only reason she is waiting for them is because they can help her get out of Crematoria. The only thing she wants is for her life to go back to normal like it once was. When the duo gets to Crematoria to get her out of there, she will immediately notice the change in their personality and their willingness to shed blood and kill without hesitation or real reason. This is a major turn off for her and while she is grateful for their help, she doesn't want to be anywhere near them anymore and tries to keep away from them as much as possible. Their new personality frightening her immensely and sending a lot of warning bells off in her head.

Second off: The duo has gone through torture. They have been pushed to almost their limits and decided enough is enough. They don't care anymore who dies at their hands. (This is an alternate universe of the movies after all) To them, almost everyone is faceless. The only reason why they don't do the same to the girls will be that they hadn't betrayed them, nothing more (well except that Luna is their mate). They are now much more in tune with their animal side and when they finally see Luna again, they will be fighting their own beast to stay away from her. To keep her at a distance since they don't want a relationship with her(yet!).

But when they notice that Luna is avoiding them and even grows wary and frightened of them, they slowly get overwhelmed by their beasts and try (in their own psychotic cruel way) to keep her by their side. This doesn't sit well with Luna since they kill both friend and foe who try to even remotely come near her or even flirt with her.
The duo will grow possessive and protective of her, slowly accepting her (subconsciously that is) as their mate. While in the meantime Kyra will try to catch their attention, wanting to show off what an animal she has become at the same time she wants to know how to get eyes like Riddick.
With the duo's colder attitude they quickly grow annoyed by her and will fight with Luna on more than one occasion to keep Kyra safe from their attempts at killing her(remember, they don't care anymore about anyone, 'cept for Luna and even that is going with lots of ups and downs).
In the meantime Luna tries to get away from them but they use the hellhounds to herd her back to them, using them as bodyguards to keep her near them.
The duo even won't hesitate to lock/chain/tie her up to keep her at their side. They will also discipline her to keep her from running off or fighting back. As I said, this is a VERY twisted story compared to your regular girl-falls-into-this-world plot.

Third off: Yes, Luna seems weaker now but who wouldn't when all you do is shed blood while all you want is to get your normal life back. She has grown to dislike killing and violence and wallows in guilt for all the lives she took. No matter if they deserved it or not. To her, this adventure has turned into a Horror movie that only grows worse and worse.
And the more they force her to stay at their side, the more she will want to get away from them. Reminding her of the past, she doesn't accept their abuse but little can she do to stop them.

Fourth and final: The story is about the darker side of humanity. The side one only sees in horror movies. It will show how life will go behind the Sunny and rosy scenes. Let the Oc suffer instead of being a badass in the blink of an eye. Yes, to those who don't know how to call their new personality, it is called Yandere. They are more psychotic and will resort to cruel torment to keep her near. Like lock her up in a cage, chain her, force her to serve them or dominate her.

Yes, in this story my mind has gone completely twisted but I wanted to read a story (well make one in my case) that showed the dangerous side of life. You can't go through torture and walk away completely normal. Even if you have seen the worst side of humanity, having to go through that is a whole difference. Those two may be badass but even they will get mentally warped from what they went through. They will show it in their actions, their thinking but at the same time it's their animal side that will keep them from killing her.

Simple english: They are cruel, she doesn't like it. They don't care and kill without hesitation, she grows scared of them. Their beasts react and want to keep her safe. She doesn't want to, they don't like it and will do anything to tie her to their side. Their animals think like real animals. She is theirs and they won't let others near her or let her get away. They mate her, she doesn't want to… Yeah, you get the picture? It's going to become horrible and no, I will not let anyone make it brighter. This story is supposed to be showing the dark side of the duo, not Sunshine and flowers.
No, you can't make her suddenly fall in love with them again. Their new reactions to everything and everyone repulse her. No way, she is gonna fall in love with them after all she saw them do.

So, who is up for the challenge? I want to see who has the guts to continue this. c: