Here is a Riddick story in the POVs alternating between Riddick and Jack/Kyra. Unfortunately I don't own anything Riddick except for the copies of the movies that just happen to be mine.
Jack's POV
Some people may say that to know Riddick means to know trouble. Well that was sure true after we the way we met. It all started that not so fateful day when the ship I stowed away on The Hunter-Gratzner and It crash landed on a deserted planet. Well it wasn't exactly deserted at night when the hammer head creatures came out from underground when a large planet blocked all three suns. The fucking things were attracted to blood and who would have thought that I'd start my period while we were there. It must have been the stress of it all that made me start because I wasn't even supposed to for another week and a half.
When Riddick came back for us I was well, lets just say a little bit shocked but deep down I knew that he wasn't going to leave me in the cave to die. When the bone was moved I thought it was one of those things that had moved it and I was going to die. Even with me bleeding and Riddick pointing it out to the rest of them I was sure I was going to die because they were following my scent. Johns wanted to cut me up and use me as bait but Riddick cut him up instead. So that's how many times he's saved my life and we hadn't even gotten to the skiff yet…well he had been but I hadn't been. Carolyn was taken by those things I assumed but who knows maybe Riddick killed her. He never said and I never asked about it. We had one of those mutual understanding of the entire thing.
Riddick's POV
In all the time I've been on the run I've never went back for anyone. The kid, Jack pulled at something in side of me. Something that I didn't even know existed. As I sat in the skiff ready to take off I considered going back for her myself but when Carolyn asked me if I wanted to rejoin the human race I knew that the kid was the key to my "salvation" as the holy man had called it. But either way I went back and saved the kid and the holy man. While Imam prayed the kid sat next to me in the co-pilots chair. Carolyn died to save us but I didn't tell them that. Just let them think what ever they fucking wanted to. I didn't expect to care but I knew I did but again I didn't voice it.
When the Merc ship picked us up we got separated but it all worked out in the end because Jack shot the psycho and we got off the ship. After that I dropped them in New Mecca. I stuck around for just a bit before I got out of there to Keep Jack safe. I could tell in her eyes that she was devastated but she didn't show it at least where I could see it in her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes that have haunted my dreams since I left her so long ago. I'm wondering if she even remembers me now since it's been what 10 years since I left.
Jack's POV
I've been on New Mecca for ten years since Riddick left me with Imam. I really want to see him again but Imam keeps insisting that he isn't going to come back and that we were lucky before because Carolyn made him come back. I on the other hand believed that he'd come back at some time for me. In his absence I found ways to occupy my time when I wasn't in school or training to become stronger. Everyday it was the same and everyday I held out hope. Even now at the tender age of 21 I'm still hoping he'll come back.
A few years back I got into some trouble with the authorities and landed my ass in jail. It was one of those over nighters and really nothing to worry about. It became a habit of mine to go to the underground clubs and fight when I turned sixteen. I ended up getting a shit load of cash from every fight I won. Five years it's been since I started the street fighting and I'm still the reigning champion. Who would have thought? Me, a good girl during the day a bad ass at night. I was known as Kyra in the ring but those who actually knew me called me Jack B. Badd. It was a little nickname I had acquired during my time with Riddick. After all I did want to be just like him. There were a few times when the fights would get REALLY rough and I would go home in the early hours before dawn bloody and at time the blood wasn't even mine. This where the fights to the death of course but I never killed anyone, well that was until I saw a guy that looked like Riddick or maybe it was him and I lost my temper. My opponent didn't even know what hit him until his spine snapped and his head rolled to the side on the mats.
If it hadn't been for being distracted like that I would have never killed anyone at all but after that the men didn't want to fight me in fear of their lives. So I let a couple of them beat me just to show that I wasn't really a threat. After three fights of getting my ass handed to me since I went easy on them all I took back my title. I'll never let another man hurt me. Never again will a man lay his hands on me unless they have my permission to do so.
Riddick's POV
I've been in new Mecca for about a week and every night I've seen a woman by the name of Kyra fight and kick the ass of every man that tries to fight her. I had heard when I got there she killed a man and lost three fights after that. I just figured she was trying to prove she wasn't a threat to them. After that she's wiped the floor with their asses. I watch from the shadows and I feel there is something about her that I should recognize from the past. I still have yet to see Imam and Jack but I'm getting there. With blue colored contacts in place I make my way out and to see them. It's just something I've got to do.
Imam's place is just the same as when I left. Each and everything has its place around ever room and hall. That's when I hear it, the faint climbing up the side of the building and the soft thump of foot steps hitting the balcony. They walked to the doors and pulled them open and walked into the room for a purpose. The next thing I heard was a shower running and the scent of blood filling the pipes. To me it seemed like the person in the shower was someone I knew since there was so much blood that I could smell. So I went to investigate. As I entered the bedroom the shower was attached to I saw pictures of me scattered about. Seems to me like the kid didn't lose her fascination after all. The shower stopped and who ever it was walked out and I was met with two beautiful green eyes wide with shock.
Jack's POV
Holy fucking hell Riddick is in my bedroom. Wait when did he get here and why is he here and why in the hell am I just standing here staring at him like a freakin fool. I shook it off then glared at him. Not over glaring but a glare none the less and walked right past him just brushing him aside so that I could get to my cloths. I felt his eyes boring a hole in my back as I walked away. Before I could get to my closet he had his hand on my arm pulling me back. I stumbled and just about kicked him to let me go.
"So Jack…" his voice rang the room in a deep baritone almost a base booming voice.
"You bastard" Was all I could manage to get out since my mouth was like glued shut.
"Jack, Jack, Jackie Jack…don't you know not to leave door unlocked? Especially bedroom door?"
"What the fuck are you doing here Riddick? What the fuck do you want? Did you come here to hurt me again is that it?"
"Well thought I'd stop by and see how things are going. I don't want anything and I hurt you to protect you."
"Well as you can tell I'm fine so you can leave now."
I tore my arm from his grip and went to my closet and grabbed my black tight leather pants, my books and my crimson tank top so that I could get dressed. Since I knew he wasn't going to leave any time soon I walked into the bathroom again and locked the door and even placed a chair in front of the door under the knob locking myself in. gods I wished I had my shiv so that I could inflict damage on either myself or him. But I did have razors in here so I used one of them. I got it out of the shaving razor and sliced my skin open just enough to feel the pain and see the blood bead at the opening of new wound. I calmed and taped my wrist up like I had so many times before and finished getting dressed. I wasn't ready to face him just yet but I opened the door and there he was. Sitting across my bed like he owned it. Gods what a prick. I saw his nose twitch and new he could smell it. The fresh blood gathering in the bandages. It was only a matter of time before he asked me about it so I decided to leaves the building he way I came. Off the balcony and onto the ground. I sat in the grass just waiting. Waiting for what I hadn't figured out yet. All I could really think about was the fact that Riddick was here and I had been a bitch to him. Not that he didn't deserve it the bastard. I feel so angry at him yet I'm relieved to know that he is still alive. Hell he's sitting on my bed right now that's all the proof I needed. I can smell him and damn does he smell good but I can't think about that. I can't think about most things anymore.
Riddick's POV
She smelled and looked good and I could tell that she was royally pissed at me. I mean I did leave her here. When she entered the bathroom the sway of her hips had me watching her every move. I thought then that I'd just sit here on her bed and wait for her to come out. Before she moved the chair she used to block the door I could smell it. Blood. Her blood. She cut herself and tried to hide it from me I'm sure. Then she left the way that she had come in. A while after she was sitting on the ground just below the balcony I went and sat next to her.
"Kid you may hate me but what I did was for you."
"For me huh? Why do I not believe you?"
"Why do I not believe that you could have killed someone in cold blood?"
"You heard about that?"
"Yeah kid I heard about that."
"I'm not a kid. I couldn't even be a kid when I was a kid."
I looked at her and she had her head on her knees and her arms wrapped tightly around them. It took a lot not to reach over and tug her into my lap and just hold her there. Safe from everything but instead I took her arm in my hand and looked and all the scars. It angered me knowing that she was doing this to herself and it was because of me.
"Jack when did you start to cut?"
"I don't really remember. Imam might know when…"
"No I know that you remember. Now tell me."
"Look Riddick I get it you are trying to play the older brother card but face it. I'm not going to tell you it's my fucking life so back off."
Before I could say anything she got up and started to storm away from me. I kicked her legs out from under her and pinned her to the ground. Having her writhing underneath me entered my mind and I shook my head trying to clear the thoughts. She certainly wasn't a kid anymore but as she said I was trying to play the older brother so I couldn't have thoughts like that for my little sister. One thing for sure though she isn't my sister and I didn't really know what card I was playing with her at the moment.
"Riddick get off me."
"I think not kid. You need to tell me what the fuck has gotten into you. Why in the hell are you down in the underground fighting every night?"
"Fine dick. Get off me and I'll tell you."
I didn't argue but growled at her for the little nickname.
"Well let's start off with the cutting. I've been cutting since about a week after you left me here with Imam. Well the fighting I started when I was 16. I trained every day getting faster stronger and so I thought I'd test my skills. Except for the 3 fights I purposely lost I've been the reigning champion of the street fights. I do it because I love it and the money is damned good. Do you think Imam and I would live in a house like this if it hadn't been for me? Sure he married into money but seriously. Lajjun and their daughter Ziza live under my rules not the other way around. This is my home."
"Well kid seems like you've done alright for yourself but tell me what lead to you killing that guy?"
"You wouldn't understand."
She was pulling into herself just as she had on the skiff after T2. I didn't want that to happen again so I pulled her into my lap where I sat and wrapped my arms around her like I had then. Only this time it was definitely different since she was so damned beautiful.
Jack's POV
I sat on his lap curled into his chest and laid my head on his shoulder. It scared me every damned time I thought about what I had become. I was no longer Jack in my mind since I had killed that guy. I would kill again if it was to protect Riddick but that hadn't been in self defense. That had been in cold blood like he had said. Gods what was I going to do with myself. How was I supposed to do things now that Riddick was back? How was everything supposed to be? I just wanted to sleep right then. His calming scent and his arms wrapped around me tightly and his muscles flexing under his tight skin. I tilted my head back and looked at him for the first time since he showed up.
"Riddick are you going to leave me again?"
"Not if I can help it kid."
I nodded into his shoulder and sighed into his neck. He picked me up and we went back into the house and up the stairs to my bedroom. He laid me on my bed but I didn't want to be alone.
"Riddick…"
"What kid?"
"1 stop calling me kid and 2 stay with me tonight."
"Jack I can't."
"Why?"
"I just can't"
"Riddick don't please…I'm a big girl I'm not stupid alright. It's not like I have slept in the same bed as someone. I'm not going to do anything."
"Jack that's not-"
"Bull shit Riddick that's the reason and we both fucking know it. All I ask is one little thing. It's the least you could do after breaking into my house."
"Damn it woman."
Riddick's POV
Even though it was going against what I really wanted to do I just laid down next to her after kicking off my boots and taking my socks off. When I laid in the bed I pulled her back against my chest and felt her shift a bit and got it so her head laid on my arm and she was asleep in second. I pulled the blankets around us and ended up drifting off myself.
I woke up a little while later to Jack shaking and breathing heavily. She was tossing and turning and I just barely missed getting hit in the head when she swung her arms out. I held her arms to her as she trashed about and woke up with a scream. No one else was here but us so it didn't wake up anyone. She turned to me and curled up crying soaking my shirt in tears. I rubbed her back and signed.
"Jack I think it's time we left. If you are coming with me we have to go now. That is unless you want Imam and his family in trouble."
Her eyes were like glass when she looked up at me. I almost expected for her to tell me to drop dead but she didn't. She just nodded and pointed to the bags that was already filled at the base of her closet.
"When did you have those packed?"
"They have been. I always keep bags packed just in case I have to up and leave at any time. Why do you think my room is bare?'
"I hadn't noticed"
In fact I hadn't noticed but as I gazed around I knew she was right. She as ready to leave and she would be leaving with me. I slowly sat up with her still in my arms. Her eyes sparkled in the moon light that filtered though the balcony doors. I kissed her forehead and finished getting up so that I could put on my socks and boots. She did the same and stood up. She had to fairly large bags in the closet but I grabbed them both and left with her at my side. Where she was meant to be.