You can't tame the beast
This is my fic, aimed at all those writers who keep taking Riddick out of character. I 'GGR!' you all! This is my take on what really happened after pitch black and WHY Riddick really left Jack with the holy man.. NO OOC'S!
CH1: The only 3 left.
Jack sat quietly, staring at her idol. The fifteen year old girl had been staring at Riddick for hours now, while the Holy Man sat behind them, praying. Riddick was piloting the dodgy, half broken-down space craft that they'd used to escape that god-forsaken planet. Richard B. Riddick, her idol, had come back for her and the holy man and saved them from the horrid monsters that threatened to eat them all.
Jack sat in the 2IC's chair to the left of the bald man, still staring at Riddick, while she played with the end of her seatbelt. They'd been flying for three straight hours and all the while, she stared at the muddy bald man next to her. Riddick hadn't said a word after telling Jack and the Holy man to tell people that Riddick died back on the planet. He seemed to be concentrating on piloting the aircraft. But even though she only knew him for a day, Jack knew that Riddick could pilot the ship in his sleep.
Really, Riddick hadn't been forced to spend 'quality time' with 'normal' people in so long that he couldn't even remember the last time he had to do it and play nice. There was just something about fighting for your lives that made Riddick pity the holy man and Jack. He figured 'Why kill them now, after they survived all that?' Honestly, having Jack stare at him for three solid hours was starting to get on his nerves. He pretended to be concentrating on piloting so that he wouldn't have to talk to the other two, but he was starting to get annoyed.. really annoyed with Jack's staring.
Jack smiled when she thought she saw Riddick's head turn ever so slightly in her direction. She figured he'd finally say something heroic to her, or congratulate her on staying alive through it all. But instead, her hopes of Riddick being a noble hero were sent crashing down.
Riddick's left hand left the controls of the ship and quickly wrapped itself around Jack's skinny neck. The bald girl panicked and her hands reflexively brought themselves up to Riddick's large muscular hand. The Holy man, brought out of his prayers, got out of his seat and ran over to Jack, trying to wrench Riddick's large hand from her neck. Riddick, ignoring the Holy Man's actions leaned in close to Jack and growled, "Stop staring at me." And with that he let go of her neck and went back to piloting the ship.
Jack was stunned to the point that she couldn't stop the tears from welling in her eyes. Her neck hurt, and she could have died at the hands of the man she'd begun to idolize.
The Holy man unbuckled Jack's seatbelt and ushered her away from Riddick, to the seats at the back of the craft. "Shh.. It'll be alright, child," the holy man cooed. He hugged Jack as she sobbed in his arms.
Riddick felt nothing as he heard the young girl cry. Actually, he felt annoyed. "Fucking kids," He grumbled to himself, his deep voice loud enough for the other two to hear.
The Holy man glared at the back of Riddick's bald head. "It'll be alright, child," The Holy man soothed again. "The first planet we come across, we'll never have to see him ever again." Jack didn't reply, as she continued to sob, knowing that she was going to get a nasty hand-shaped bruise on her neck soon.
Riddick resisted the urge to smile. He'd been busting to dump those two on the first rock he came across. However, after the harrowing ordeal he'd been through on that monster-infested rock, Riddick needed a place to crash first. He hadn't slept at all and it was no easy trek carrying the stupid power cells to the ship. He wouldn't allow himself to sleep while he were still flying the ship with these two bozos. He planned on dropping them off and then try find somewhere safe and hidden to sleep.
The rest of the flight was dead silent. It was another three hours to New Mecca and even though he'd just grabbed Jack by the neck, Riddick could still feel her eyes burning n the back of his head. 'It's going to be a long trip' he thought to himself. 'Fucking civilians.. I should have just left them behind..'
"End of the line," Riddick announced as he landed the piece of junk ship just outside the city walls. He pushed the necessary buttons to shut down the engines and opened the bay door. It was then that Riddick finally unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to look over at his passengers. He walked over to the Holy man, who held a sleeping Jack in his arms. Her make-shift goggles sat lopsided on her head. "Time to go, Holy man," Riddick announced as he stood in front of the dark man.
The Holy man knew what to expect next. He and Jack would never see their saviour again. But, even though Riddick had just saved them both, the Holy man had one last thing to ask of Riddick. "Please.. I can't carry her on my own.." He pleaded as he tried to lean Jack over towards Riddick. Riddick just stood there, not willing to give in. "Please," the Holy man repeated. "I offer my home as a place for you to stay while you rest in return for all that you've done for us."
Riddick, weighing up the pros and cons of it all, agreed and bent down to pick up the sleeping girl. Her lanky legs swung back and forth as Riddick walked with her in his arms all the way to the holy man's house. The holy man, however, was not all impressed when Riddick mugged and took the large black cape off the first civilian they passed. Riddick did need a disguise, after all.
Once they reached the Holy man's house, Riddick was shown where he could lie Jack down. "Now, let me show you to where you can rest," The holy man explained as he led Riddick to another guest room. "Don't try anything funny, old man," Riddick warned.
The Holy man couldn't help but chuckle at Riddick's threat. He knew Riddick had the power to kill him and Jack with his bare hands. He already made that fact well aware to the two civilians back on the ship. "I owe you my life, Riddick. I assure you I would not betray you in return."
Riddick grunted in agreement. Once the holy man showed him to his room, Riddick shut the door behind him, turned off the light and removed his goggles. He could feel his eyes finally giving into slumber as he walked over to the bed and fell face-first on it. He hadn't allowed himself to feel sleepy since they'd left the monster infested hell hole. Now, having finally felt safe enough to rest his eyes, rest he did. Within seconds, the large brute had fallen into a deep slumber.
Jack woke up to find herself in new surroundings. She was no longer on the crappy, rusty ship. She sat up and realized they must've reached New Mecca. She looked around the room. She was lying in a queen sized bed, under crimson bedding and the smell of lavender and pinewood filled the air. She looked over to her right and her goggles lay slung over the back of a wooden pine chair. Next to the chair was a dresser, with incense burning on top of it. The holy man had layed out a cotton green dress for Jack to wear. Jack just sneered at the dress. "Riddick wouldn't be caught dead in a dress," Jack said to herself as she walked past the dress and out the bedroom door.
She walked silently down the cold hard concrete floor of the house. She wasn't entirely sure if it was friendly territory, but the sight of finely placed furniture and long purple and gold drapes that hung around the room gave Jack the impression that things were finally safe. 'Maybe this is the holy man's house?' she asked herself. Her shoes were obviously removed while she slept, and she was thankful. Walking around barefoot made her roaming around all the more stealthier. Her combat boots would have made loud thudding sounds as she walked. 'Where is everyone?'
Jack, figuring that no one was around, took the opportunity to roam around and scope out the place. She still walked around silently just in case. As she walked down the long dark hallway, she realized that even though it was painfully sunny outside, all the shades had been drawn, making the house dimly lit, as the tiniest streaks of light still peeked their way around the curtains. 'Maybe so Riddick doesn't have to wear his goggles?'
The teen found her way to the kitchen. Realising that she hadn't eaten at all on the ship ride over, she scrounged around for.. something! Anything to eat! She searched cupboard upon cupboard for something fresh, but all she could find was pre-dried food. She shrugged and grabbed something that resembled a fruity-flavoured pre-wrapped snack and opened the foil packeting as quietly as she could, still unsure as to why the house was so quiet. She munched on the fruity-bar as she continued to walk own the next hallway, checking out every room that she passed. The first closed door she came across, ended up being the holy man's bedroom. When she peeked inside she found the holy man fast asleep. Jack moved on to the next room, not realizing her idol lay sleeping in there.
Jack had no idea that Riddick had planned to stick around for a while. When she opened the door to his room, her heart fluttered when she saw him lying face down on the bed. He hadn't even bothered to get in under the covers. Mud still streaked across his arms and head, and his pants and singlet were torn. He looked like a wreck.
Even though he'd almost choked her earlier, Jack still felt a connection to the big ogre. She subconsciously raised her hand to her neck, where Riddick had grabbed her only hours ago. The skin was tender, and she didn't dare go look in a mirror, for fear of what she looked like. The bald teen stood in Riddick's doorway for a few more minutes, watching him sleep. She felt the need to be with him, as if she had a connection with the larger man. She may not have been a killer constantly on the run from mercs, but she was also running away from a shady past that she was not yet ready to share with anyone.
Jack took a single cautionary step closer to Riddick. He didn't stir. Having realized he was still in a deep slumber, she took another step closer.. and another.. and another, until she was standing right above him. She saw that on the wooden chair next to Riddick's bed, was a large brown blanket. She reached over and unfolded it. Just as she turned back towards Riddick, ready to cover him with it, Jack felt a piece of cold metal at her side. She froze, unsure if she was about to die or not. She looked down at the bed and saw that Riddick had woken up, still lying on his stomach and was now holding his shiv to her belly.
"What are you doing?" Riddick grumbled, still half asleep, but alert enough to gutt her if she moved an inch.
Jack, still holding the brown blanket, shook it ever so slightly to emphasize it. "I was just going to cover you with it," She said as calmly as she could. She held her breath as she felt the shiv press a little harder to her belly and then retract itself back into the safety of its holster on Riddick's thigh.
Riddick took the blanket from Jack's hands and rolled onto his back. He messily covered himself up with the blanket and ordered, "Get out, kid," gesturing with his hand for Jack to beat it. He pulled his hands up behind his head, his massive biceps bulging and in full view as Jack couldn't help but stare. There was just something about Riddick lying there, staring at her with his silver eyes, all muddy and half asleep that made Jack's heart flutter. It was official, she had a massive crush on Riddick. She couldn't help but move her gaze from his mesmerizing silver eyes, and down to his body. The blanket, having been thrown lazily over himself, left Riddick's upper body and left leg exposed.
Riddick, never the fool, noticed what Jack was doing. She was perving on him. Of course he had to take a crack at her to amuse himself. If she was willing, Riddick wouldn't hesitate to take her right there and then. He hadn't had a good woman in a long time. However, Jack was far from a woman, and Riddick liked his girls to be full grown. But hey, he was a man with needs and all.. so he smirked at Jack and asked in his deep, husky voice, "See something you like, Squirt?"
Jack's gaze immediately returned to Riddick's eyes and the smirk he had on his face. She blushed bright red, having been sprung checking out his body. She was stunned, unsure what to say. Instead, it was Riddick who seemed to be doing all the talking today.
Riddick moved his right hand from behind his head and slowly placed it around Jack's wrist. She wasn't sure what to do, because the last two times they had contact, Riddick had a hand to her neck, and then a shiv to her belly. Her senses were running overtime. She could feel the adrenalin pumping through her veins, unsure whether to adopt the fight or flight response, so she just stood there, wondering what Riddick was doing.
Riddick moved his hand from her wrist to her waist. He then brought his other hand from behind his head, grabbed Jack by the hips with both hands and pulled her on top of him until Jack was lying body to body on top of Riddick. Jack, unsure of what was going on, suddenly felt seriously uncomfortable being this close to a mass murderer –idol or not. Her eyes were wide open, staring right into Riddick's. "It's been a long time since I've had some action," Riddick whispered in Jack's ear.
Jack freaked out and got up off Riddick, who had by now let go of her hips. "I.. I gotta go!" Jack stammered as she backed out of the room as fast as she could, closing the door behind her. She walked a couple of steps, but she was so worked up over what had just happened that she needed to lean up against the wall next to Riddick's door. Her idol had just suggested they have sex.. and Jack, still fifteen, wasn't sure what to make of it. Sure, she ad a crush on him and idolized the life he led, but she wasn't willing to do anything like that.. with him. On one hand, she wanted to be him, on the other she was shit scared of him. Jack slid down the wall and tried to steady her breathing. She felt like she'd just ran a marathon and that her heart was about to break out of her chest. A loud bellowing laugh came from behind Riddick's door.
"Asshole," Jack said quietly to the door where the laughter originated from.
Author's notes: oh man! That was intense.. I haven't written anything in MONTHS! And now I'm writing about Riddick being a total dk! okay, I did it on purpose (even though I hate seeing Riddick this way) because even tho he seems more 'humanised' in COR, I doubt he would have been as 'homely' right after they escaped that planet in pitchblack! There's a lot more to come.. and yes I know I just turned Riddick into a total sleeeze bag, but hey.. what would you expect an escaped convict to do when a girl hovers over his bed? LOL! PLEase please review! Hate it, love it, I don't care! No chapter 2 until I get 10 reviews!