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Age of Nox

Chapter 1

"You gotta be freaking kidding me," Jack harshly whispered to herself when she rattled the locked windows to her room. She had tried the door, all the windows, the air vents and even any loose tiles on the floor. Riddick must have been clear to Imam that she was not one to under estimate.

He had left three hours earlier and she had been trying since then to get out of her locked room. Now the tears were dry, but she was still stuck. He hadn't left her anything of his, not a shiv, not his goggles, not one thing. She doubt he left anything to Imam either, except maybe his future location.

Dragging her hand over her shaved head, that was now growing a soft fuzz, she let out a frustrated yell. This was not how it was supposed to be. Not by any stretch of the imagination. He was supposed to take her with him and they would be together until…something unavoidable happened.

"What a dumb fairytale ending." She muttered, walking to the door. She loudly rattled the door handle, but it wouldn't budge. How the hell had Imam locked it anyway? Jack cursed her inability to pick locks and decided that was one of the first things she would learn how to do. Sure she was decent with ship computers and fake I.D.'s, but she sure as hell couldn't pick a damn lock.

"IMAM! I WANT OUT!" She shouted, smashing her tiny curled fists onto the wooden door. "THIS IS CHILD ABUSE!" She added, slumping against the door, feeling defeat.

So she was surprised when a small note came through the bottom of the door, in a flowing handwriting she could only guess was Imam's. She snatched it up, making sure to loudly curse the fading footsteps in the hallway. Jack snatched it off the floor, not really wanting to read it.

Dear Jack, do not be angry with what Mr. Riddick has done. You know that he only wants to see you safe and that safe is not with him. Please reconsider your actions of trying to break out of my home. Also my door handles are antique, so please restrain your…frustration. My child, I cannot let you out until you promise to stay. And Allah frowns upon those who do not keep their promises.

"Fuck this," she crumpled the note and tossed it to the side of her room. She didn't have any possessions, just the clothes she was wearing. Jack had refused to wear anything but those, so Imam had cleaned and mended them. It didn't matter that they were memories of T2, they were hers and it was all she had.

Jack found a scissor in one of the drawers of a small desk and went to the window. Wooden frames that held glass. She couldn't break it, that would be too noisy. Jack knew she didn't have much time until Imam would check on her, so she got to work fast. Grabbing pillows from the bed, she arranged them on the floor around her and got to work.

Aiming the scissor at the middle of the frame, she hit the handle of the scissor with her open palm, quietly cracking the wood. She did this three more times and without resistance, out was one pane of glass. She laid it on the pillows and continued her work, easily taking out the rest. Without a backwards glance she slipped through the window and onto the balcony.

Jack didn't take time to welcome the fresh air, she jumped over the balcony and landed quietly on the ground below. The packed sand of the street hurt her feet, but she stood up and started running. Jack was glad to see that no one was around.

So, here is the start of a new story. Now, this story will be a reader-based story, so yes, I do take your opinion into account when I write the next chapter. This also means that either a) you guys comment pretty fast so I can get the next chapter up or b) be patient while I get reviews.

Keep in mind, I will not do this for every chapter.

New direction of the story – Do you want:

a) Toombs

b) Mercs

c) Bad things happening to Jack

Hope you all are going to like this and in the future, the chapters will definitely be longer.

-Shamrock