Rival reverence
Prolog.
Green darkness smoldering him. Driving him out of his mind.
They´d finally noticed that he didn´t sleep after six months of pure hellish agony.
It wasn´t just the physical restriction, but the thoughts that crushed his heart.
The human heart.
It didn´t get better when they started pumping him up with sedatives. The hallucinations.
Every single deed re crossing his mind.
Being trapped on T2 again. The scorching sun, yet it did not burn, probably cause it wasn´t real.
Carolyn sitting opposite to him, talking humanity back into him.
Sometimes he could stand it and sometimes he´d lunge for her with his imaginery shiv.
But Carolyn was the most tolerable of them all.
She wasn´t the only ghost that visited her. Johns bugged him once in a while, with the shackles and chains. The disgusting vicotory painting his face.
Skylar was also a regular visitor to his shattered mentality, smiling and sarcastic.
And ofcourse, where Skylar was, Macy would be as well.
Worst of them all, the one who really tortured his soul was Jack.
Her accusing tone, or the times he´d kill her all over again. When the sedatives lowered
regret cursed his bleeding spirit.
he didn´t know whether she was alive or not. But he put up with it, every word every thought and every goddamned day, year week that blurred together.
He was in cryo sleep, his body frozen in time and his mind trapped in futile madness.
The core of him kept sane. HE was sane and that gave him regret.
Humanity hurt.
Every thought gave him something to remember. Her scent, the way she´d moved, her eyes pleaing for her life.
The times when he´d dragged her sorry ass from that psycho club she loved so much.
She rarely remembered what she´d done.
Never rememberd that she always told him she was sorry for being such a bad person.
All of his memories of her he´d destroied on his own, every faint recollection of a peaceful time and tide shattered by a simple fact.
he´d gone loco and tried to killed her. At the last moment of her life she´d seen Riddick,
the monseter, the psychopathic bastard.
The time away from her had had it´s effect. He´d never known he relied and needed her
that much. Even if she´d been drunk, high and what ever the screwed up world offered her.
But she´d been his sanity and humanity mixed into her soul. Being away from her, looking for Skylar, Macy , the money and answers....it made him think all the more
about Jack. She wouldn´t answer his calls with anything else than a mere "fuck you".
Then Iman had told him that she´d gone with Skylar, a woman who´d recently tried to kill him. His mind already a little delerious from the frantic and restless search, that fact
didn´t make it better.
No longer had he hunted for Skylar, now Jack was his prey.
Not to kill, never her, killing her would bring him back to the hell he´d been born into.
Just to get her, get to her, though the shell she´d put up and find out why.
Her father´s murder?
Still he couldn´t understnad why it had upseted her so fiercly. He´d molested her with his
filthy hands and deserved death. Why would Jack try to protect the man as if the fucker were a saint? She´d kept saying "he´s family".
Was that the reason she´d gone with Skylar? Hadn´t he been her family?
He sure as fuck had been pretty certain of that.
The darkness called out to him.
Once again in the scorching suns. Almost tasting the dusty air. Almost, hallucinations an´t real.
Nausea passed through Riddick´s body. A feeling so familiar, a feeling he´d identified.
They were shooting him up with sedatives again, trying to keep the monster they believed him to be, under control.
Had he been awake, they would have seen.
They really would have seen.
*************************
The night crawled into Jack like monster it was. Her screams streching across eternity.
His touch lurching over her, his eyes close.
She rubbed her undried eyes, the fresh tears killing her.
Nothing could sooth the nightmares...nothing, not even the sleeping pills she´d gotten.
Jack rolled over to her sidem cradling herself togehter into the smallest ball.
*just one of those dreams, about Riddick*
It were..what...well, alot of years.
Twenty five, not counting cryo sleep.
Rolling into her back, staring at the iron seeinling, going over the years she´d been plagued by.
She´d gone straight to Zion as soon as she´d had the baby ,her psyche not being solid enough to raise a child.
They´d taken the girl away.
The baby was gone.
A pang of the sincerest pain crossed Jack´s heart and decided to stay.
Perhaps her little girl was gone for good.
She´d gottan a good job at Zion. Jack already having learned a little on piloting at school,
and from Riddick, ofcourse. At first Jack´d wondered why they´d let her in so easily.
Turned out that the ship´s owner owed Skylar a favor.
A very perculiar kill. Skylar had had to married the boss´ brother and then kill him.
The years had passed by, most in cryo sleep. Seven years and Jack had maybe
spent six months awake while the other habitants preferred no cryo.
Zion was a community all of it´s own. Legally it was a colony under no ones control
except it´s own.
All of that didn´t matter. Her baby was gone for good.
*******************
-WHAT!
The shivering head of Hubble bay couldn´t belive his own eyes.
Officials were letting a monster loose.
He knew he´d have to swallow this shit, and smile while he did it.
The message on his screen, with an official governmental seal in the background spoke
words that arouse fury from the middle aged berserk.
Certain lines outraged him the most....
-MY IT HERE BE STATED THAT THE CONVICT, RICHARD B. RIDDICK. SHALL BE SET FREE AFTER FOURTEEN YEARS OF IMPRISONMENT.
THIS DECISION HAS BEEN TAKEN ON THE BASIS OF THE LACK OF EVIDENCE FOR HIS CRIMES.........
It drove him nuts that in a few days that bastard would be set free. Mr. Riddick had only been sleeping for about 14 years. Soon, sleeping beauty would be able to walk freely among normal people.
The murdering rat would get a chance to hurt again.
He slammed his fist down once again
Prolog.
Green darkness smoldering him. Driving him out of his mind.
They´d finally noticed that he didn´t sleep after six months of pure hellish agony.
It wasn´t just the physical restriction, but the thoughts that crushed his heart.
The human heart.
It didn´t get better when they started pumping him up with sedatives. The hallucinations.
Every single deed re crossing his mind.
Being trapped on T2 again. The scorching sun, yet it did not burn, probably cause it wasn´t real.
Carolyn sitting opposite to him, talking humanity back into him.
Sometimes he could stand it and sometimes he´d lunge for her with his imaginery shiv.
But Carolyn was the most tolerable of them all.
She wasn´t the only ghost that visited her. Johns bugged him once in a while, with the shackles and chains. The disgusting vicotory painting his face.
Skylar was also a regular visitor to his shattered mentality, smiling and sarcastic.
And ofcourse, where Skylar was, Macy would be as well.
Worst of them all, the one who really tortured his soul was Jack.
Her accusing tone, or the times he´d kill her all over again. When the sedatives lowered
regret cursed his bleeding spirit.
he didn´t know whether she was alive or not. But he put up with it, every word every thought and every goddamned day, year week that blurred together.
He was in cryo sleep, his body frozen in time and his mind trapped in futile madness.
The core of him kept sane. HE was sane and that gave him regret.
Humanity hurt.
Every thought gave him something to remember. Her scent, the way she´d moved, her eyes pleaing for her life.
The times when he´d dragged her sorry ass from that psycho club she loved so much.
She rarely remembered what she´d done.
Never rememberd that she always told him she was sorry for being such a bad person.
All of his memories of her he´d destroied on his own, every faint recollection of a peaceful time and tide shattered by a simple fact.
he´d gone loco and tried to killed her. At the last moment of her life she´d seen Riddick,
the monseter, the psychopathic bastard.
The time away from her had had it´s effect. He´d never known he relied and needed her
that much. Even if she´d been drunk, high and what ever the screwed up world offered her.
But she´d been his sanity and humanity mixed into her soul. Being away from her, looking for Skylar, Macy , the money and answers....it made him think all the more
about Jack. She wouldn´t answer his calls with anything else than a mere "fuck you".
Then Iman had told him that she´d gone with Skylar, a woman who´d recently tried to kill him. His mind already a little delerious from the frantic and restless search, that fact
didn´t make it better.
No longer had he hunted for Skylar, now Jack was his prey.
Not to kill, never her, killing her would bring him back to the hell he´d been born into.
Just to get her, get to her, though the shell she´d put up and find out why.
Her father´s murder?
Still he couldn´t understnad why it had upseted her so fiercly. He´d molested her with his
filthy hands and deserved death. Why would Jack try to protect the man as if the fucker were a saint? She´d kept saying "he´s family".
Was that the reason she´d gone with Skylar? Hadn´t he been her family?
He sure as fuck had been pretty certain of that.
The darkness called out to him.
Once again in the scorching suns. Almost tasting the dusty air. Almost, hallucinations an´t real.
Nausea passed through Riddick´s body. A feeling so familiar, a feeling he´d identified.
They were shooting him up with sedatives again, trying to keep the monster they believed him to be, under control.
Had he been awake, they would have seen.
They really would have seen.
*************************
The night crawled into Jack like monster it was. Her screams streching across eternity.
His touch lurching over her, his eyes close.
She rubbed her undried eyes, the fresh tears killing her.
Nothing could sooth the nightmares...nothing, not even the sleeping pills she´d gotten.
Jack rolled over to her sidem cradling herself togehter into the smallest ball.
*just one of those dreams, about Riddick*
It were..what...well, alot of years.
Twenty five, not counting cryo sleep.
Rolling into her back, staring at the iron seeinling, going over the years she´d been plagued by.
She´d gone straight to Zion as soon as she´d had the baby ,her psyche not being solid enough to raise a child.
They´d taken the girl away.
The baby was gone.
A pang of the sincerest pain crossed Jack´s heart and decided to stay.
Perhaps her little girl was gone for good.
She´d gottan a good job at Zion. Jack already having learned a little on piloting at school,
and from Riddick, ofcourse. At first Jack´d wondered why they´d let her in so easily.
Turned out that the ship´s owner owed Skylar a favor.
A very perculiar kill. Skylar had had to married the boss´ brother and then kill him.
The years had passed by, most in cryo sleep. Seven years and Jack had maybe
spent six months awake while the other habitants preferred no cryo.
Zion was a community all of it´s own. Legally it was a colony under no ones control
except it´s own.
All of that didn´t matter. Her baby was gone for good.
*******************
-WHAT!
The shivering head of Hubble bay couldn´t belive his own eyes.
Officials were letting a monster loose.
He knew he´d have to swallow this shit, and smile while he did it.
The message on his screen, with an official governmental seal in the background spoke
words that arouse fury from the middle aged berserk.
Certain lines outraged him the most....
-MY IT HERE BE STATED THAT THE CONVICT, RICHARD B. RIDDICK. SHALL BE SET FREE AFTER FOURTEEN YEARS OF IMPRISONMENT.
THIS DECISION HAS BEEN TAKEN ON THE BASIS OF THE LACK OF EVIDENCE FOR HIS CRIMES.........
It drove him nuts that in a few days that bastard would be set free. Mr. Riddick had only been sleeping for about 14 years. Soon, sleeping beauty would be able to walk freely among normal people.
The murdering rat would get a chance to hurt again.
He slammed his fist down once again