Chapter 2; The Journey through UnderVerse

Whether he was in hell or the UnderVerse Riddick didn't care. He wanted to get Kyra and get the fuck out of here. It was creepy, even for him and he didn't want to be here any longer than necessary. The world was dark; nearly pitch black so there was no need for his goggles that rested atop his head. There were sounds coming from everywhere. Moans from the other souls that were trapped here, something that sounded like it could be an animal, the whistling of the wind that wrapped around him like a cold blanket. This place wasn't somewhere he wanted to become familiar with. The terrain looked a lot like Crematoria in a way, just with less lava. Everything, it didn't matter where he looked was black. From the rocks and sand at his feet, to the sky above. That he could get used to.

Riddick looked around, trying to assess his surroundings, locating north, and coming up with a plan. He hadn't really thought this one through. Just because he was in the UnderVerse didn't mean that he was going to find Kyra just like that. Hell he didn't even know where to begin looking. She could be anywhere and he had a feeling that this world was a pretty big place.

Riddick closed his eyes and tried to sense Kyra, to smell her, anything that might help him better locate her. Just because she was dead didn't mean they weren't connected anymore. Ever since Riddick first met Kyra, back when she was Jack, a girl pretending to be a boy, he'd been connected to her. There was just something about Kyra that pulled Riddick to her like a moth to a flame and he was quickly burning in the fires. Kyra was probably the one and only person Riddick cared about in his godforsaken life. She was the only person he would willingly give up his life for. That alone pissed him off. He was a convict, a wanted man, a criminal, a murderer. She deserved better than what he could give her even if she was like him in so many ways. She deserved someone who would give her everything she asked for, but take nothing in return.

But fuck him he was selfish and if he couldn't have her, then he would sabotage any man who tried to get close to her. Kyra was his. No one else's.

When he couldn't locate her he decided that north was probably his best bet. He'd just start looking. Eventually he'd find her. All he needed was to get close enough to sense her then he'd find her easily. It was just a matter of getting within the right distance. He started walking, making sure that every sound; every movement was caught in case it was either Kyra or danger.

Riddick was being lowered into the belly of the Crematoria prison and he could see the two men at the bottom waiting for him. Pussy ass bitches who didn't know who they were fucking with. After releasing himself Riddick went on the attack, kicking the shit out of the two fuckers who thought they could actually take him. The only thing was that he didn't see the third one coming until he heard the metallic clink of a chain. Looking around he saw the chain wrap around the man's neck before pulling him back, choking him. He looked up at the woman who was holding the chain as she wrapped it around her arms.

He knew right then and there that this was Jack. Damn…had he known she would grow up to look like that he might have stuck around a little more. Her hair was a tangled mess pulled back into a lose ponytail at the nape of her neck with pieces falling around her face. "There are inmates, and there are convicts." Riddick looked up at the voice watching the man walking towards him. "An inmate knows to show a certain respect," he looked back at Jack but she was gone, disappearing into the shadows of Crematoria.

"What do we have here?" Riddick looked up, pulled out of his memories of Kyra when someone walked out from behind a rock formation. He was a younger looking man, he couldn't be any older than Riddick himself, but the way he was eyeing him sent his defenses up. Riddick watched him as he leaned against the rock and smirked. "And who might you be?" he asked.

Riddick looked him over. He would go down easy, just like most people, but something about his demeanor told Riddick to be wary. "Depends, who's asking?"

The man smirked. "The name's Chronic and I know who you're looking for."

Riddick leveled his eyes on Chronic. How the fuck could he possibly know who he was looking for? "Enlighten me."

"Her name is Kyra, a saucy little thing…pretty too." Riddick's blood was beginning to boil. If this fucker laid a hand on Kyra he'd be dead before he knew what was happening. "I can take you to her."

Riddick knew better than to trust anyone; however he knew he didn't really have a whole lot of time to be fucking around. He slowly walked over to Chronic and took him by the neck pinning him against the rock he was leaning on and choking him. "Let me make one thing perfectly clear bitch, you fuck with me, and it'll be the last thing you do."

Chronic smirked and nodded his head the best he could. As long as he understood what was going to happen to him that was all Riddick cared about. "Tough guy huh?" Chronic chuckled. "Maybe that's why she's so certain you'd come." Riddick looked at him. "You're Riddick are you not?" He stared at the man. Kyra had known he'd come for her? He didn't know why but he felt as though he should have known that. That he should be happy Kyra relied on him to come for her. After all, she had died trying to help him, he was responsible for her.

"Let's go." Chronic laughed and started walking, leaving Riddick to follow him. He didn't trust the man, but if he could take him to Kyra that was all that mattered. Riddick did however find it a little strange that even though all of the 'people' in this world were souls, they looked as tangible as they did in the real world…just as fragile. Nothing about this world seemed natural. Then again, they were in hell.

"So, Riddick, the famous man killing escaped convict that the whole universe is afraid of." Riddick looked at the back of Chronic's head as he talked. "What on earth could this one little girl mean to you that you would come all the way here just to bring her back to the world of the living?"

"I owe her one." While Riddick knew that wasn't completely true, he wasn't about to divulge this man about his feelings for Kyra, Kyra herself would be lucky if she ever heard what he was too scared to even think. Riddick was not a sentimental man and the feelings he had for her not only scared him, but pissed him off to no end.

"I doubt that's all." Chronic chuckled again but didn't press the matter any further. "How much do you know about this place?"

"Not a whole fucking lot, why?"

Chronic sighed and looked back at Riddick, waiting until they were side by side to start walking again. "Because even though we're just souls there is always the possibility of dying." Well this was news to Riddick. He thought once you were a soul that was it, there was nothing else anyone could do to you. "Do you know what happens to a soul when it dies Riddick?" Chronic looked at him, his yellow pointy teeth showing in a twisted smirk. "It's not pretty."

Riddick grunted and kept walking not bothering to amuse him in his little fantasies in whatever the hell he was trying to do. Riddick had more important things to deal with. Like saving Kyra's ass yet again.

He felt the cool point of the twin blades poking his sweet spot. "How do I get eyes like that?"

The first words Kyra ever spoke to him, when she was Jack. Damn. Whatever had happened back there was what set off this little chain of events. Kyra had been infatuated with him then, thinking he was the most badass guy out there, and she had been right. Well that little infatuation and turned to love, he realized that when he was holding her while she died in his arms. No one had ever shed tears for him. No one but Kyra. She was different then all the rest, she was probably the one person Riddick could see actually spending his life with, the one person who, while she drove him completely insane, she was the only person that he would ever…

"We're getting close. Are you sure you want to see this?" Chronic once again pulled Riddick out of his thoughts, this time, thankfully just in time before he admitted the one thing that could destroy him. Riddick looked up at him raising an eye brow. "It's not a pretty picture…when a soul is so trapped to the world of the living like she…well let's just say you better be ready."

Chronic led him into a small cave, barely big enough for Riddick's huge boy to fit through and deep in the back, Riddick felt his world crash in around him.