An: Not my characters. I apologize for the shortness right off. Muse only went so far. Please Enjoy.
It had been four cold, long years since Riddick had left Iman and Jack... four horrible years in which many of the nights the murderer would be awake with an emotion akin to worry sticking like food in the back of his throat, thinking he didn't leave them quick enough to escape hunters notice.
It had been nearly a year since the last bounty hunter's blood wet his prize shiv and so Riddick convinced himself it was time to make his way to the New Mecca. He was a day out from his destination when he raised the Iman.
It was his pretty wife who answered. She gasped. "Mr. Riddick!"
"Where is the god man?" he gruffly asked, not bothering with niceties.
"He is looking for Jack. She did not come home last night and will not answer her communicator."
"I am on my way."
Jack slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head. She was in a grey room, tied to a chair it seemed. She watched cautiously as the man who pretended to be her friend and love interest walk towards her.
"Jack! I'm so glad you're awake. I hope the nap has improved your mood."
She conjured enough saliva in her mouth to spit in his face.
He calmly took out a handkerchief to wipe his cheek. "You keep that up you won't make it our of here alive."
Her face hurt- he had hit her unconscious before- but she bravely glared as well as she could. "You really don't expect me to believe you mean for me to live."
"Whether you live is up to you, Jack."
"I don't know who you're asking about, Jasper. IF that's your name."
"It'll do. And you are lying. You'll learn not to lie to me." Almost emotionless he landed her a hit that spilt her lip.
She sucked it in, using the pain to help her concentrate. "If I knew him I wouldn't help you."
"You would protect a man who left you alone for four years?"
She didn't answer.
Jasper shrugged. "Makes no matter to me, Jack. It's not your answers I need. It's you."
She gasped as she realized what he intended. She was going to be bait...