Author name: Dragonmamma
Category: Pitch Black/Riddick
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my character. Please don't sue cause all you'll get of value is my 2 children, and you'll give them back after the first day.
Rated: M for language, sexual content in later chapters.
"Jalilah"
Chapter 1
We met in our mid-teens. I was 15 and he was 16. I was small and petite, 5'2", 110 lbs., with long, blond streaked brown hair and green eyes. Strangers were always telling me how pretty I was, but I thought they were crazy. If my own family thought I was ugly, and they told me that constantly, then what did anyone else know? Growing up in my family was hard. I had 3 older brothers that thought daily beatings were a necessary thing. Dad worked all day, went to the bars at night, then came home drunk to beat my mom. She stayed home all day and drank so that when dad came home, she couldn't feel the beating. As I got older and started filling out, my brothers got meaner. They would grab my breasts and squeeze or twist, then laugh as I cried in pain. I would go to my mom and all she would say is "Get used to it kid, it never changes". Then her eyes would glaze over as she took another swig of her cheap whiskey. If I tried to fight back, they would just gang up on me.
On the night of my 15th birthday, as I lay in bed crying because no remembered, not that I really thought they would, my oldest brother snuck into my room. He was 21 and on the scrawny side. He came up to my bed while I pretended to sleep, hoping that he would just go away. I could hear him breathing, all rough and uneven. The next thing I knew, he was on top of me with one hand clamped over my mouth and his other hand was in places they had no right to be. I had long ago started sleeping with a knife between my mattresses, just in case something like this happened. I reached my hand down and grabbed it, pulled it out and started stabbing him over and over until he was still and I was covered in blood. Something in me snapped that night, and my world changed forever.
Needless to say, I ended up in juvie. That's where I met him. I had only been there for a week when I noticed him. The girls were housed separate from the boys, but we were allowed to mingle at certain times during the day. He was large for his age, with golden tan skin and almost black eyes. He was a loner that could back people off with a look. I tended to stay to myself also, and I had claimed a corner of the yard where no one could come up behind me. That's where I was when he came out the door. He went straight for the exercise equipment, and you could tell he had been working out for awhile. I guessed he was about 5'11" and still growing, muscular, with full lips and a shaved head. All of the girls were hot for him, some of the boys as well, and he ignored them all and went about doing his thing.
One day, a couple of guys had heard that I had killed my brother. They got as close as they could, trying to corner me, but that place in my mind that snapped when I killed my brother, opened up and before they could get one word out, I had them both on the ground, one holding his balls, the other his knee where I kicked it. I had decided that I would never be a victim again. I saw him watching me as the guards led me away. I spent a week in solitary for defending myself.
When I came out, I went to my usual corner. I was reading a book, and when I looked up, there he was, standing there looking at me.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Just to talk," he said. "What's your name?"
I put my book down and looked up at him, trying to decide what to do. His eyes were like chips of onyx, and it was almost like looking into his soul.
"Jalilah Johnson, what's yours?"
"Richard B. Riddick. Is that your real name?"
"Of course, is your name real?" I asked, trying to sound like a smart-ass.
"I think so, never knew my parents, was found in a dumpster with my cord wrapped around my neck"
Now I just felt like a jackass. "Oh, well, that kinda sucks. Sorry."
"No problem. Anyway, gotta nickname? Something your friends call you?"
"I don't have any friends, so no nickname. Unless you want to give me one." I don't know if there was some wistfulness in my voice or on my face, but he chuckled and I smiled.
"How about Lil?"
"Ok, but I get to call you Rid, deal?"
"Deal."
After that, we spent as much time together as we could. He started teaching me strength training and self-defense. He was really proud of how fast I learned. We studied together in the library, which is when I found out that he was as smart as he was strong. Before we knew it, a year had gone by. He had just turned 17, and my 16th was just a month away. When I got out to the common yard, there was no sign of Rid anywhere. I asked around and soon found out what had happened. One of the guards and a couple of the older boys decided to gang up on him during the night. Snuck into his room and tried to rape him. Rid was the only one to walk out alive. One of the guys across the hall from him said that when he walked out, it looked like an animal had taken over his body. I knew what he was talking about, because I had seen the same look in my own eyes the night I killed my brother.
Rid got sent to his first slam that very night, and it took 3 tranq darts to bring him down. That was the last time I saw him, except for the news. Until...
A/N: Sorry, horrible cliffhanger, hopefully you'll be back for more. This my first fanfic EVER, so take it easy on the virgin, PLEEEEASE.