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Chapter 3. On the Road.

Jack reached the spaceport and went in search for her ship. She crossed the lines upon lines of ships, until she finally found hers. It had an old appearance on the outside.

Jack smirked to herself remembering the day Imam had bought it for her. The dealer was more than happy to get rid of what he thought was a piece of junk. Jack however saw much more than what everyone else saw. She saw potential. Imam even begged that he buy her a more up to date ship, rather than this. She simply shrugged him off.

Emancipation, she christened it, because the name itself meant to be liberated. To be free. So she felt it suited the ship and her spirit very well. She had spent 1 year detailing it from its old rusted form. It was still old but some of the rust has subsided. Fixing the interior, spiffing the outside. "Little elbow grease" as she said to Imam upon starting her little project. He didn't understand the comment. Jack smiled remembering.

Imam thought it would be a good project for jack to work on, even though it was promoting something he didn't want to happen…her leaving and throwing her life away.

Jack made her way to the back entrance in the back of the ship, in the hull. Inside the first room, it was neatly filled with crates of junk that she would need.

Now some of the things she understood, but then there would be the occasional explosives crate, locked.

Jack stopped apon the crate, and laughed at herself.

"haha, what the hell am I going to do with this…." She spoke to nobody. She closed the hull, and walked to the steel sliding door on the opposite side of the hull doors. She entered the code on the panel, and the door slide open with ease, opening to a small narrow hallway. On either side of the hallway there were doors, and in the center of the hallway on the floor was a small hardly recognizable, steel trap door. She began to walk down the hallway, passing the doors muttering as she walked beside them

"Gym, bathroom, bedroom, master bedroom" she came to the trap door

"Engine room"

She was at the end of the hallway, no door blocking her way, and it opened to a open, but small, conjoint living and kitchen. Just ahead of her was a metal door. She walked through her living area to the door. Jack slammed her palm on a big green button with a series of numbers beneath it. She has preset the numbers already to avoid fuss. The door slid open with slight resistance. She walked inside the small room, equipped with two chairs and a series of panels with controls for the ship. Dropping her bag on the co-pilot chair she sat down in the captain's chair. She began to bring the ships systems online, her hands flying over the buttons in sequence. The lights in the ship swapped from the emergency lights to their proper lighting. She read the small gages

"Full power…good, sys check…good electrical good…locking hull…ok…" she muttered to herself. it was becoming a worry to herself, the fact she could have full blown discussions with herself.

her left hand continued their assault on the switches and levers, where as her right moved to pick up the radio.

"This is Capt. Jack, emancipation, requesting immediate leave over" she spoke into the radio.

She held the radio close to her chest, as her left hand continued to press buttons, preparing for the lift off.

"this is Sasha Lawson New Mecca Tower, hellion Prime, your request for leave has been granted, have a safe trip" the voice spoke over the radio, jack placed the radio into its holder, and pressed another button, her window shields opened, along with the docking bay doors. She powered the ship to full capacity and launched of, the ride slightly bumpy as she exited the atmosphere, then fully into space. Jack set the navigations to a small area where she had suspected Riddick to be. After placing the ship on auto pilot she un-strapped herself from the chair and lounged back into it.

'Were almost there…don't quit on me now…not after the hard work…almost there…'

Jack nodded to herself, then reached over to the computer screen. She managed to hack into merc files. She had a hunch on where Riddick may be…but she still wanted to narrow things down. She began to work through the files upon files on Riddick. A small blurred picture of him appeared on the screen. Jack sat looking at it.

"I hate you…I hate you so much…words cannot explain how much hate I have held in me for you… you saved my life only to dump it…"

'that's right jack…get angry…Riddick left you…he deserted you…he doesn't care about you…he wanted to leave you behind so you could rot on that dust ball….nobody cares about you…not even Imam…that's why he let you go…without you, he can have a proper life…you only fucked it up for him…im the only one who cares…I took care of you…all the bad things that ever happened to you…is all Riddick's fault…he should pay…' the voice taunted in her head

Anger boiled in the pit of jack's stomach….

"Your right….you've always been right….you've never left me…and Riddick should pay… prick... I hate him"

'Good, good, get angry…he fucked you over always remember that…now get the fuck back to work'

Jack faced back towards the computer screen and began to write notes. Using these notes and others she had ever since she began to search for Riddick. She had come to a conclusion on his whereabouts. Jack took the controls and mapped out an auto pilot on the ship for the Milos Enes system. In the system was a planet where she had suspected Riddick to be. Indri. It was a place run over by pirate's whores and petty criminals. It was only a stop off so Mercs only rarely searched the area full time. It would be to obvious for someone like Riddick to hide there, but jack knew because of this fact mercs wouldn't look there. Their files showed they only saw him stop there, but jacks Intel showed he had outwitted the mercs. He was still on the planet.

"Stupid mercs….or maybe im just smart…yeh im smart…"

'Don't get ahead of yourself…if it wasn't for me you wouldn't even be here right now…'

Jack huffed and began typing into the computer.

The planet had 4hours of sun as it was the 3rd and final planet of the small system, and suffered the least sun of all, however was not all neglected so was not completely s frozen ice ball. Seemed perfect for Riddick. She lounged back into the chair. It would take one and a half weeks to reach the system and the planet. She would need her rest.

Jack was so close she could taste revenge.

She let out a sigh, something between a happy and aggravated sigh.

She slowly rose from the chair and walked to her bedroom.

"I need to sleep…im tired"

Jack lay on her medium sized bed, and stared up at the ceiling of the room.

"7 years of Insomnia. Why the hell cant I sleep?" she sat and looked up at the ceiling some more, and decided that she couldn't sit like this for the hole trip. She got up on the bed, and swung her feet over the side, and looked through her side table, where she found her sleeping tablets. She walked out to the kitchen and swallowed the pills with water.

"All I want is 5min of sleep….why cant I sleep…for god's sake…." She mumbled slightly aggravated

"Oh so the first time I actually talk to myself, my voice is nowhere to be heard…that's great. Just perfect….thank you, thank you very much for ensuring my sanity, im in a ship, in the middle of space, talking to myself… NOT getting a response for once in my life, WHEN I actually want one…" she spoke out slightly slurring from the sleeping drugs taking their effect on her half sober self. She walked down to her room and flopped on her bed

"Why me? Why was I cursed with a voice in my head almost as real as myself…" she spoke to herself, her face buried into the pillow.

"Control tower of Indri, Dupri city, this is Capt. Jack or emancipation, requesting permission to land over" jack spoke into the radio, her other hand steadying the ship from the slight turbulence upon entering the atmosphere.

"Permission granted land at docking bay 107, over and out." A tired male voice answered back. He sounded a little drunk, but she didn't care, as long as she was in, she was happy.

Jack slowly made her decent searching for her docking bay muttering the numbers as she passed by until she came to 107. She slowly entered the bay, and shut the engine down. She turned off the ship, pressing buttons again in sequence. Jack leaned into her leather pilot chair and let out a small sigh.

"Finally" she spoke out hushed.

She rose out of the chair and walked to her room, and changed clothes. She tired to be quick; she didn't have that much time to search tonight. If Riddick got the idea somebody was searching for him, she was almost certain that he would run. Then shed have to go through months of tracking again. She changed into a black tank top, black combat boots and black combat pants.

'I have such a wide choice in colors' she gave a slight chuckle at her own lame joke.

Jack lifted her long hair over her shoulders and tied it up, into a low bun, and began to pack her shivs. One in her boot, two at her sides. She picked up some credits and slipped them into one of her front pockets; she then threw her black long coat on, and raised the hood over her face. She walked through her ship, out to the hull, and locked everything up, she picked up a key, from on of the crates of explosives, she found in the incorrect spot. Thinking there wasn't enough time to put it back into the ship, she slipped it into her pocket, and walked out of the docking bay.

Outside it was fairly dark. She never really did like the dark.

Not since….

But she ignored the fact she feared the dark. Besides the minute she thought of it, the voice in her head screamed at her…making her forget the fact she was afraid.

It was a normal cycle, of hours like those of ancient civilizations. 24hr in a cycle, however unlike the old civilizations, this area had more night then day, 19hours of night, 5hours of day. (AN. I don't think that works…but just work with me peoples…im to tired to think about it)

"Sounds like Riddick's heaven. Whores, bars, criminals, and 5hour days." She spoke to herself as she walked the street.

She decided she would catch a cab to the city. Everything here was so ancient technology, but compared to Mecca, it was urbanized. She sat in the cab, day dreaming.

'oh Riddick…I cant wait till I find you…I know I will…you shouldn't have made yourself so obvious. You slipped old man.'

'and you'll slip…your knife…into his back…just where he left his…when he left and screwed you over'

jack smiled at the thoughts, until the cab halted. She exited and threw creds at the driver. She took a look around the area. It was only a small portion of the city, but she would start her search here. It was perfect Riddick style. She walked through the different areas of the city. It was funny, how the areas were virtually the same, yet she could tell the differences. There was the prostitute area. That was filled with obviously prostitutes and whores houses, brothels, everything. Jack kept her hook up, and kept to the shadows of the areas, which wasn't to hard, there were a lot of people out, and they were all preoccupied with their own business. She thanked. She didn't want to draw too much attention to herself.

She passed the hooker area, and reached the poor area. Hobos and bums, all homeless, all huddled around small bon fires. Jack looked at them, and felt small pity for them; she was once like them…

Back before….

She drowned it out….

'Don't dwell on the past, it weakens you unless its about killing him….survival of the fittest' it was her again…always popping In jacks head whenever some of her sanity came in.

Jack continued walking though the city, till she came to another area. Criminals, bikers, whores, pubs. Nothing out of the usual around here. She watched as a brawl erupted outside a bar and suddenly stopped walking. Her gut twisted in excitement.

'I can feel you…I can smell you…' jack agreed with the voice.

She tore her eyes away from the ever-growing brawl across the road, and turned to her right, into, to find a small alley way. It was narrow but long, very long. Only occasional lights glowing dimly though the passage.

'In there….' The voice directed.

Jack began walking down the alley way further and further away from the main street. The dim lights were making the alley way hold a gloom.

Jack halted and removed her hood, and looked up above her.

'The building to your left.'

Jack looked up, and saw the ladder, she then moved toward the ladder. Her lapse in concentration had however gotten the worst of her. She was so distracted by…whatever was …calling… her to go up, that she missed stopping what happened next.

A strong hand clamped over her mouth, and she was roughly pushed into the wall.

No need with the hand. She wouldn't have screamed, she knew better than the draw attention to herself in a place like this. Shed only screw herself more.

She stood still as the person, male, she presumed, behind her fumbled with her, and flipped her over the face him, his hand still on her mouth.

What she saw didn't surprise her.

It wasn't Riddick. No way. This guy was too loud.

Well, too loud to be Riddick.

He was a man, fairly large build, stronger than jack, in his mid thirties. Jacks stood still and watched him. He began to grope her. His hand still over her mouth.

"What do we have here? Little red riding hood get lost in my woods? Big bad wolf isn't going to be too happy that you walked in his territory."

Jack suppressed a snort at his pitiful attempt of intimidation. He couldn't intimidate a child.

'Ok…ok focus…you need to think of something to use against him, or your going to get raped. He's bigger than you. But you use your strength properly. And he doesn't know that you can…kill this fucker. You're an animal…a machine…you're a fucking soldier.'

Thank god for that fucking voice. Fuck it crazy or not. It sure did keep her calm. She waited for her chance to attack.

Jack quickly bit down hard on his hand, he pulled it back in surprise, and she spat her blood mingled saliva into his face. He shut his eyes immediately.

She raised her knee to his groin, and pushed him off her, he stumbled backwards. She kicked him in the rib, taking her sweet, sweet time walking around him, as he held his side, and attempted to stand, but failing every time. Jack placed her foot on his back applying slight pressure.

"Mistake number 1. Allowing your attacker to have an advantage, now you did this twice, first time was with the hand over my mouth, the second was not getting your legs in-between mine. Then I wouldn't be able to injure you." Jack spoke. She sounded amused.

Oh yeh she sure did get off on this stuff.

"Number two, was closing your eyes when I spat in your face. That gives me a chance to have the upper hand, without you even seeing it." She kicked him in the face.

"And number 3 was underestimating a woman, dressed in all black, down the back of an alley way, alone. How stupid can you get you fucked up shithead?" She backed away. And the man slowly rose. Jack waited for it….

'Come on…come on….kill him…shiv him…make him bleed…'

The man now steady on his feet rushed at jack, jack spun out of the way, her coat flying off, she pulled out one of her shivs, and right in the sweet spot.

'Simple…flawless…'

"You really must be stupid. Because after I warned you about your 3rd mistake you made it again" jack taunted the man who was now paralyzed on the floor, bleeding to death. Jack l squatted near the man and spoke to him.

"That's your sweet spot. An area I learnt of along time ago. Right now, you're slowly bleeding to death. Oh and that light at the end of the tunnel, is not heaven. Its you going into your subconscious, while you slowly bleed to death in pain." She then pulled the shiv out of his back and wiped the blood on his shirt. She rose up from the body and looked down at it.

'It's good to be god…isn't it…to hold other peoples lives in the palm of your hand' the voice spoke in her head.

Yeh it was good to be god. She loved it.

Jack looked up to the top of the building. Looking high up. She couldn't feel it anymore.

She couldn't smell him.

"Ill find you Riddick…I know your around here somewhere" jack spoke almost silently.

She bent down and picked up her coat, the looked at the body one last time. Then began to walk out of the alley way.

She stopped.

She couldn't turn around.

She did, yet she didn't want to.

He heart beat quickened.

Yet she tried to control it.

To control her breathing. Regulate it.

Just as she did, a warm breath trickled over the back of her neck.

Her body became tense.

her mouth lowered ever so slightly.

"That was quite a show you put on there. You've changed quite a bit. 7years. and I made a point clear. Do you remember that point jack?"

An. Yeh that was pretty long. Well…I thought so. I was going to post it up earlier, but it came down to being lazy..

Urmm…I don't know if the classifies as a cliff hanger…but…meh…you tell me, ey? Lol

So give me your thoughts. And now to the important part, my lovely reviewers. Bless you.

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reader...: ok now to the reviewer ive been thinking about replying to all day. Ok firstly thank you for your review. Secondly I don't take it as a offensive comment. Ok this is really hard to explain. but I will try so bare with me. Number 1. I believe in god, I just write that to get a response from people. So THANKYOU! Lol by you actually writing in ur review about it, tells me ive at least made one person think about it. Ok. Now your question, is the same question about god. If god created everything, and everything had a creation who created him? I know its all based on the belief systems, which I have nothing against, I too believe there's got to be something out there apart from nothing (which technically makes me not atheist…but im at a age on confusion). Secondly lol they arnt my theories. They are well known theories on analyzing text I just blended them. Its kind of like, we didn't think of it all, but there had to be something to see it as a text which everything is. But then you've got the question of who or what saw it as text. Its unknown, its like the question of what came first the chicken or the egg? You know what I mean. At the end of the day, I find this theory a lot more reassuring than that of a 'kingdom of heaven' please nobody get offended by any of my writing. People don't believe in monsters. If you wana get technical its logical that we don't believe in those things, you know, that's called being crazy… we know that's its not real we make the assumption its not real, so we don't believe it and it doesn't exist. That may bring the question up of, 'well how do we know that were not real' we don't. at the end of the day we don't know that we exist. I don't think anybody does. But unlike most people I choose to think, if we are really here. Yes it would make god real, BUT would he really be "god the creator of all" if we created him? LoL look. Its social theory, at the end of the day, nothing is for sure. Nothing is right, nothing is wrong. It's a theory. You know what I mean. So I just want to say. Thank you very much for thinking about this stuff. It makes my day to know ive made at least one person think. if it kinda didn't answer your question. That's cool. You can ask again. But all you need to know, is your not wrong. Everything is right as long as u believe it. Hence analyzing text. If you believe in god which is cool, then arnt you making your own text, technically, even if its based of others eg. The bible. You see god however you see him in your head. You see monsters however YOU see them. But at the end of the day those things wont exist 'here' because its not logical. Its not wrong, but its not logic. We see god. WE SEE OURSELFS. Think about it. We change our image? We create ourselves. Hope that kinda made sense

PLEASE, nobody get offended at what I just wrote. Its just my opinion. I am not taking a stab at other religions or other peoples personal beliefs. I was simply stating the answer to a question based on my own personal thoughts. And it is Bias, so its not right and its not wrong. Its personal reflection.

Ok. Lol sorry about that. Please continue reviewing. Please. It makes my day to read them.

Nessa.