Okay, Author's notes and all that rabble! Firstly, I don't own Pitch Black,
the song One, or its Lyrics. "this means Spoken words." 'This is thought.'
### -means a shift in time, usually during Flashbacks and the like, and of
course *** This denotes a flashback!*** I think that's it, If not, ask
questions you need answered. On With The Show!! (
"Wake the fuck up Kid! This is what you were trained to do" A slap across the face brought him back to reality. This was what he was trained to do, so why was he sulking? He'd chosen this as a career, he knew what he was getting into from the start. Why was he acting like a child?
He thought back to all of his training, running it all back through his head. 'A soldier does as he is directed, follows the rules without question, and doesnt let his emotions get in the way. Doesnt let his emotions get in the way. Emotions dont get in the way!'
"Whats wrong Dickie?" His commander taunted him, "You going all mushy just because you had to save your own ass? Whats wrong with you? You're pathetic! You werent cut out to for this, just go home to Mommy and Daddy, you little Punk!"
He knew his commander was just trying to get him back into the mindset, but it still pissed him off. What the fuck did they know about his life? And why the fuck should he care about the vermin that caused trouble? They were nothing to him no-one gave a damn about him, why should he care about them? He never knew his parents, they'd left him when he was a child, they obviously didnt care, why should he?
Another blow to the side of his head shook him out of his revelry again. "Last chance Dickie, pull your own weight or its your ass that gets left out there at the mercy of the rebels. Suit up, we're out in five, and You get point. Last chance Dickie-boy!"
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Everywhere he looked was Blood. This was what he was trained to do, Kill when he was told, and thats exactly what he did. Its too bad his commander had to get into his way, pity, the bastard had to die. Oh well. More and more people fell under-foot as he made his way back to the launch site. He knew it'd been a bad idea to come here, his gut feeling about this place was a bad one, and as usual his gut never lied to him.
Looking around he noticed that most of his comrades had fallen as well, too bad for them then, the only ass he was watching was his own. A sound behind him brought his attention back to the trail just in time to see the gun flung from his hands, and the butt of a rifle seconds from making contact with his chest. Falling to his back, he knew he was screwwed.
He felt along the ground for something he could possibly save himself with, as unlikely as that was to happen. 'God, ' he thought to himself. 'If you're watching me right now, let me find something, I don't want to die in a shit-hole like this!' He kept searching around while the rebel held him at gun point. 'Okay then, Fuck you too God! Whoever the hell is listening out there, How about a little help here, this is fucking humiliating!' Just as he was giving up hope, thinking no-one was really out there, another rebel came over, kicking a clump of dirt at him and distracting his captor.
It seemed someone actually was looking out for him, a piece of sharp shrapnel just happened to be stuck in the clod of dried mud the landed against his hand. At first he couldn't tell what it was, only that it was hard, but looking closer he saw what it was. 'Thank whoever it is that watches over bastards like me!' His hand closed around the now exposed weapon as the rebels turned back to him, one leaning down to taunt him, as he was now vulnerable.
The bastard leaned down close enough for him to hear in broken english just what the rebels thought of him and his fellows. Just close enough for Riddick to drive that sharp shrapnel into his thoat, severing his windpipe and jugular, and throw the bastard away from him. Just his luck that the other just happened to look over at him as this happened. Seeing his comrade in arms taken down, the second fellow raised his gun, pointing it right at Riddick's now exposed body. ***
I cant remember anything Can't tell if this is true or a dream Deep down inside I feel to scream This terrible silence stops with me
"Dammit Riddick, wake the fuck up will ya? Its 3 in the damn morning!" Once again, Jack had to remind herself just how much she cared about Riddick. He had these damn nightmares every couple of days and she was sick of it! Didn't he care that she had Finals coming up soon? "Goddammit! Wake the hell up, I still have four hours until I have to get up for school!"
'Looks like we are gonna have to do it the "fun" way. God how I HATE doint it the "Fun" way!' Bracing herself, Jack smacked him up-side his head. This was her way of waking him up and letting him know just how pissed she was that he'd woken her up again. Seeing that, just like usual, one slap wasn't going to wake him, she put some weight behind it and punched him in the jaw.
'Just like Clock-work!' she thought to herself as his hand moved under his pillow, coming out with his black shiv, as it made its way to her throat as he sat bolt upright. Also just like clockwork, she kneed him on the balls as he threw his weight onto her, knocking her backward, the shiv just barely brushing her skin.
Howling like a wounded animal, Riddick curled up in a tight ball, his shiv forgotten on the floor next to him. "Fuck that hurts!"
"Yeah, well its no picnic for me to be woken up at three in the morning to you screaming, then getting a sharp ass piece of metal, backed by a interplanetary serial killer, Oh wait, you're a bounty hunter now. Either way, you're a big damn guy, and that's a sharp-ass shiv, and I still have four," she cut off and looked down at the clock on his nightstand. "Correction, I have a little more than three hours and forty minutes until my alarm goes off."
Uncurling himself, Riddick rose from the floor and sat on the bed he'd so recently vacated. "Another one huh?" he asked, rubbing his jaw, then patting the bed for Jack to sit down next to him. This was another ritual, she told him what his nightmare was about, and then she went and got three hours more sleep. Pretty normal routine. for a serial killer who took on the name of the bounty hunter who'd almost sent him back to Slam and was now living with a seventeen year old girl. Yeah, perfectly normal routine.
Sighing Jack sat on the bed next to him. "Yup, sure was. It was one of your usuals. Captain was bitching at you to be a man, then you were hauling-ass back to the landing strip to get the hell out of dodge." Jack laid back on Riddick's bed, snuggling into the pillows that smelled strongly of him. She reached out and touched his side softly. "You were reliving when you first got to practice your training on real life, and also when you got this scar."
Riddick laid back along side her. "Thanks for waking me up Jack, but do we always have to do it this way? You know the guys give me hell when I go to work all bruised, and I'm starting to worry that I'll never have kids!" Chuckling he looked over at her, his smile fading as he noticed the slight trickle of blood on her neck. She probably hadn't notice even noticed it, or maybe it was just such a regular thing that it didn't phase her anymore, but it sure as hell bothered him.
Now that the war is through with me I'm waking up, I cannot see That there's not much left of me Nothing is real but pain now
'Sometimes the ability to see in the dark is a real bitch.' "I'm sorry Jack," he said, wiping the blood softly off her neck, she barely stirred. "Geez Jackie-girl, if I'd have known you wanted the big bedroom, you could have had it." He chuckled softly to himself as she rolled over onto her side, curling up against him. Another routine, she always seemed to fall asleep in his arms or along side him, and as usual he screamed at himself as he caught himself licking her blood off his fingers. Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please God, wake me
He lay there in the darkness holding onto the one person he truly cared about and called himself a hundred different kinds of fool for allowing her to stay with him. He knew from the start that she liked him more than was really healthy. 'Then again, is liking a serial killer at all really healthy?' Still, he let her stay with him. He'd sent Imam home to whatever planet he came from, sent him back to the torment of telling the parents of those children he'd led on their pilgrimage that he'd led them to their true Holy Land.
He'd sent him away, saying that Jack would be fine with him, but now he wondered if she really was safe with him at all. Over the past few years he'd drug her all over the solar system, nearly slit her throat more times than he cared to count, and realized that he just might care for her a little differently than he'd though. Sure, every big brother noticed that their little sister grew up, but he doubted if any compared the women they slept with to their "Sister".
Back in the womb it's much too real In pumps life that I must feel But can't look forward to reveal Look to the time when I'll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me Just like a wartime novelty Tied to machines that make me be Cut this life off from me
Sighing to himself, he carefully lifted Jack into his arms and carried her to her room, tucking her gently into her bed and kissing her cheek softly. 'God, you really must hate me to do this to me.' Walking to the door, he paused and softly whispered "Goodnight" to Jack.
"Riddick..?"
"I'm here sweety, get some sleep, you have studying for finals tomorrow."
". k. love you.."
Riddick sighed again and closed his eyes against that pang in his chest. "Luv you too Kid"
The end for now! How'd you like it!? In case you wanted to know, here's a link to the full lyrics for this song. I'd include them, but this is long enough. Chappy two, well under-way! http://www.geocities.com/metallicalyrics/ajfa_lyrics/one.html - Metallica's ONE
"Wake the fuck up Kid! This is what you were trained to do" A slap across the face brought him back to reality. This was what he was trained to do, so why was he sulking? He'd chosen this as a career, he knew what he was getting into from the start. Why was he acting like a child?
He thought back to all of his training, running it all back through his head. 'A soldier does as he is directed, follows the rules without question, and doesnt let his emotions get in the way. Doesnt let his emotions get in the way. Emotions dont get in the way!'
"Whats wrong Dickie?" His commander taunted him, "You going all mushy just because you had to save your own ass? Whats wrong with you? You're pathetic! You werent cut out to for this, just go home to Mommy and Daddy, you little Punk!"
He knew his commander was just trying to get him back into the mindset, but it still pissed him off. What the fuck did they know about his life? And why the fuck should he care about the vermin that caused trouble? They were nothing to him no-one gave a damn about him, why should he care about them? He never knew his parents, they'd left him when he was a child, they obviously didnt care, why should he?
Another blow to the side of his head shook him out of his revelry again. "Last chance Dickie, pull your own weight or its your ass that gets left out there at the mercy of the rebels. Suit up, we're out in five, and You get point. Last chance Dickie-boy!"
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Everywhere he looked was Blood. This was what he was trained to do, Kill when he was told, and thats exactly what he did. Its too bad his commander had to get into his way, pity, the bastard had to die. Oh well. More and more people fell under-foot as he made his way back to the launch site. He knew it'd been a bad idea to come here, his gut feeling about this place was a bad one, and as usual his gut never lied to him.
Looking around he noticed that most of his comrades had fallen as well, too bad for them then, the only ass he was watching was his own. A sound behind him brought his attention back to the trail just in time to see the gun flung from his hands, and the butt of a rifle seconds from making contact with his chest. Falling to his back, he knew he was screwwed.
He felt along the ground for something he could possibly save himself with, as unlikely as that was to happen. 'God, ' he thought to himself. 'If you're watching me right now, let me find something, I don't want to die in a shit-hole like this!' He kept searching around while the rebel held him at gun point. 'Okay then, Fuck you too God! Whoever the hell is listening out there, How about a little help here, this is fucking humiliating!' Just as he was giving up hope, thinking no-one was really out there, another rebel came over, kicking a clump of dirt at him and distracting his captor.
It seemed someone actually was looking out for him, a piece of sharp shrapnel just happened to be stuck in the clod of dried mud the landed against his hand. At first he couldn't tell what it was, only that it was hard, but looking closer he saw what it was. 'Thank whoever it is that watches over bastards like me!' His hand closed around the now exposed weapon as the rebels turned back to him, one leaning down to taunt him, as he was now vulnerable.
The bastard leaned down close enough for him to hear in broken english just what the rebels thought of him and his fellows. Just close enough for Riddick to drive that sharp shrapnel into his thoat, severing his windpipe and jugular, and throw the bastard away from him. Just his luck that the other just happened to look over at him as this happened. Seeing his comrade in arms taken down, the second fellow raised his gun, pointing it right at Riddick's now exposed body. ***
I cant remember anything Can't tell if this is true or a dream Deep down inside I feel to scream This terrible silence stops with me
"Dammit Riddick, wake the fuck up will ya? Its 3 in the damn morning!" Once again, Jack had to remind herself just how much she cared about Riddick. He had these damn nightmares every couple of days and she was sick of it! Didn't he care that she had Finals coming up soon? "Goddammit! Wake the hell up, I still have four hours until I have to get up for school!"
'Looks like we are gonna have to do it the "fun" way. God how I HATE doint it the "Fun" way!' Bracing herself, Jack smacked him up-side his head. This was her way of waking him up and letting him know just how pissed she was that he'd woken her up again. Seeing that, just like usual, one slap wasn't going to wake him, she put some weight behind it and punched him in the jaw.
'Just like Clock-work!' she thought to herself as his hand moved under his pillow, coming out with his black shiv, as it made its way to her throat as he sat bolt upright. Also just like clockwork, she kneed him on the balls as he threw his weight onto her, knocking her backward, the shiv just barely brushing her skin.
Howling like a wounded animal, Riddick curled up in a tight ball, his shiv forgotten on the floor next to him. "Fuck that hurts!"
"Yeah, well its no picnic for me to be woken up at three in the morning to you screaming, then getting a sharp ass piece of metal, backed by a interplanetary serial killer, Oh wait, you're a bounty hunter now. Either way, you're a big damn guy, and that's a sharp-ass shiv, and I still have four," she cut off and looked down at the clock on his nightstand. "Correction, I have a little more than three hours and forty minutes until my alarm goes off."
Uncurling himself, Riddick rose from the floor and sat on the bed he'd so recently vacated. "Another one huh?" he asked, rubbing his jaw, then patting the bed for Jack to sit down next to him. This was another ritual, she told him what his nightmare was about, and then she went and got three hours more sleep. Pretty normal routine. for a serial killer who took on the name of the bounty hunter who'd almost sent him back to Slam and was now living with a seventeen year old girl. Yeah, perfectly normal routine.
Sighing Jack sat on the bed next to him. "Yup, sure was. It was one of your usuals. Captain was bitching at you to be a man, then you were hauling-ass back to the landing strip to get the hell out of dodge." Jack laid back on Riddick's bed, snuggling into the pillows that smelled strongly of him. She reached out and touched his side softly. "You were reliving when you first got to practice your training on real life, and also when you got this scar."
Riddick laid back along side her. "Thanks for waking me up Jack, but do we always have to do it this way? You know the guys give me hell when I go to work all bruised, and I'm starting to worry that I'll never have kids!" Chuckling he looked over at her, his smile fading as he noticed the slight trickle of blood on her neck. She probably hadn't notice even noticed it, or maybe it was just such a regular thing that it didn't phase her anymore, but it sure as hell bothered him.
Now that the war is through with me I'm waking up, I cannot see That there's not much left of me Nothing is real but pain now
'Sometimes the ability to see in the dark is a real bitch.' "I'm sorry Jack," he said, wiping the blood softly off her neck, she barely stirred. "Geez Jackie-girl, if I'd have known you wanted the big bedroom, you could have had it." He chuckled softly to himself as she rolled over onto her side, curling up against him. Another routine, she always seemed to fall asleep in his arms or along side him, and as usual he screamed at himself as he caught himself licking her blood off his fingers. Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please God, wake me
He lay there in the darkness holding onto the one person he truly cared about and called himself a hundred different kinds of fool for allowing her to stay with him. He knew from the start that she liked him more than was really healthy. 'Then again, is liking a serial killer at all really healthy?' Still, he let her stay with him. He'd sent Imam home to whatever planet he came from, sent him back to the torment of telling the parents of those children he'd led on their pilgrimage that he'd led them to their true Holy Land.
He'd sent him away, saying that Jack would be fine with him, but now he wondered if she really was safe with him at all. Over the past few years he'd drug her all over the solar system, nearly slit her throat more times than he cared to count, and realized that he just might care for her a little differently than he'd though. Sure, every big brother noticed that their little sister grew up, but he doubted if any compared the women they slept with to their "Sister".
Back in the womb it's much too real In pumps life that I must feel But can't look forward to reveal Look to the time when I'll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me Just like a wartime novelty Tied to machines that make me be Cut this life off from me
Sighing to himself, he carefully lifted Jack into his arms and carried her to her room, tucking her gently into her bed and kissing her cheek softly. 'God, you really must hate me to do this to me.' Walking to the door, he paused and softly whispered "Goodnight" to Jack.
"Riddick..?"
"I'm here sweety, get some sleep, you have studying for finals tomorrow."
". k. love you.."
Riddick sighed again and closed his eyes against that pang in his chest. "Luv you too Kid"
The end for now! How'd you like it!? In case you wanted to know, here's a link to the full lyrics for this song. I'd include them, but this is long enough. Chappy two, well under-way! http://www.geocities.com/metallicalyrics/ajfa_lyrics/one.html - Metallica's ONE