Everything but the kitchen sink

'Poor kid.' He thought as he entered the large multi-sectioned cellblock with the boy on his shoulder. At least, he saved the boy from Draven. Xander did have to wonder why was a teenager, who wasn't old enough to shave, in the Artic Circle's Slam. Sure the place wasn't a triple max slam. But life there was just as bad, mostly due to the climate. The Arctic Circle's slam was located on the fourth planet in twenty planet ring. It was not the coldest planet but it was close to being. It was permanently covered in thick ice and snow. The sun's rays barely reached the surface of the planet every other day. Temperatures tended to stay around freezing even in the "summer" months. Harsh and chilling winds kept the temperature around below freezing level. Temperature and the wind made escape nearly impossible. Life above the permafrost was very hard on a human. If the freezing temperature didn't get a person, the bearlike creatures would. Shaking his head, Xander never planned on escaping. He wasn't going to dwell on it. He dropped the boy on a pallet near the firepit, and walked to his own "private quarters" of the block to clean the blood and gore off. Riddick's steel gray eyes glared at the back of his savior until the man disappeared into the shadows. His head whirled around when he heard a low rusty laugh. It was as if the person hadn't laughed in a long time. "Well, it seems our Wolf has found another stray." chuckled an older looking, watered down version of Wolf/Xander as he appeared on the other side of the fire. "Yer a scrawny lookin' thing. I have ta wonder why Draven and his bitches were so hot ta tap yer skinny arse. Hmph! Really, there isn't much to look at. Or any padding for the pushin'." The teen gaped at the salt-n-pepper haired man with the hazel eyes. Then he glared trying to intimidate the taller and bulkier male. Like he was doing much intimidation with himself being only in his boots. "Oh! I see now. They were trying to put ya in yer place. Yer such a fiesty and uppity li'l bitch, ain't ya." The older man laughed again, his eyes devilishly twinkling across the fire at the boy. "Yer lucky 'le Wolf decided to save yer sweet ass, bitch." "Rafe!" came the growl from Wolf/Xander's section, "Quit before the runt tries to to do something stupid!" "Alright, ya old fleabag!" "Fuck You!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/n: I don't like rape fics and I can't believe I actually wrote an attempted rape... At least it wasn't graphic. Draven and his thugs got what he deserved. Notice I haven't really described Xander. He has the same build as in other fics, except he has both eyes. His left didn't get popped by Caleb. This fic is going to also include some of the movies: Pitch Black and Chronicles of Riddick. It may go over 5 parts.