Ch. 7
Emily was asleep in the bed that was in the bedroom that used to be Jack's. Nightmares plagued her slumber.
She was standing in a room, her arms held behind her back by a gruff looking man with a gun. Drew stood a few feet away, his gun drawn. Another girl was brought in and her jaw dropped as she recognized the green eyes, dark hair, and slender face so much like her own.
"Jackie." She said and Jack stopped struggling to look at her.
"Emily!" she exclaimed and struggled harder trying to get to her long- lost elder sister. The man holding her tightened his grip on her and she stopped. Drew walked over to her, when he raised his gun Emily knew what he was going to do.
"Drew no! Please don't kill her! I promise I'll keep making deliveries, just please let her go!" she cried but Drew paid her no mind. He held the muzzle in front of Jack's forehead; she looked strangely calm, an odd smile coming over her face.
"You kill me and he'll come after you, he will track you down until he gets you. And when he does there won't be enough of you to identify." She said and he shrugged pulling the trigger, Emily screamed seeing her sister die. She sagged in her captor's arms and he dropped her to the floor. She crawled to her sisters' body and held her hand, it was cold and lifeless. Her green eyes staring at nothing but seemed to be fixed on Emily's face. Emily lay down on the floor next to her beloved sister and cried.
Emily woke sitting upright in the bed, a cold sweat covering her body and soaking the oversized shirt Riddick let her borrow. Down the hall meanwhile Riddick was also dreaming.
He stared at the front of a building a light on in the very top window; he tracked Jack to this spot. She had been taken a few hours ago, fear had struck his heart when he returned to the ship to find her gone, a sign of a struggle in the cargo hold. He stopped staring and entered the building climbing up the flights of stairs. He came to a door with his knife drawn.
He pictured himself barging in the room and killing Jack's captor's then gathering her into his arms and taking her back to the safety of the ship. When he kicked open the door however he saw the room empty, except for the body of a painfully familiar girl lying on the floor with a bullet wound in her forehead. He very numbly walked to Jack's side and knelt down seeing her green eyes stare at nothing.
"Jack." He said weakly and picked her up in his arms, what he did next is what he wanted to do since Carolyn was ripped from his grasp, he cried. Only these tears weren't for Carolyn, they were for his best and only friend who lay dead in his arms.
Riddick woke his eyes snapping open. He sat up in his bed hugging his knees to his chest. After a few minutes he laid back down and quickly fell back to sleep.
Riddick walked down the short ladder to the kitchen area the next morning to see Emily sitting at the small table looked tired and sad.
"How'd ya sleep?" he asked and she looked at him.
"Not good."
"Me either."
"I had a dream about Jack."
"Me too."
"About the night she died."
"Me too."
"I miss her Riddick."
"As do I Emily, as do I."
I got a suggestion from a reader about a flashback; it was a good suggestion so I did it. Thanks. Please R and R any creative suggestions are welcome.
Emily was asleep in the bed that was in the bedroom that used to be Jack's. Nightmares plagued her slumber.
She was standing in a room, her arms held behind her back by a gruff looking man with a gun. Drew stood a few feet away, his gun drawn. Another girl was brought in and her jaw dropped as she recognized the green eyes, dark hair, and slender face so much like her own.
"Jackie." She said and Jack stopped struggling to look at her.
"Emily!" she exclaimed and struggled harder trying to get to her long- lost elder sister. The man holding her tightened his grip on her and she stopped. Drew walked over to her, when he raised his gun Emily knew what he was going to do.
"Drew no! Please don't kill her! I promise I'll keep making deliveries, just please let her go!" she cried but Drew paid her no mind. He held the muzzle in front of Jack's forehead; she looked strangely calm, an odd smile coming over her face.
"You kill me and he'll come after you, he will track you down until he gets you. And when he does there won't be enough of you to identify." She said and he shrugged pulling the trigger, Emily screamed seeing her sister die. She sagged in her captor's arms and he dropped her to the floor. She crawled to her sisters' body and held her hand, it was cold and lifeless. Her green eyes staring at nothing but seemed to be fixed on Emily's face. Emily lay down on the floor next to her beloved sister and cried.
Emily woke sitting upright in the bed, a cold sweat covering her body and soaking the oversized shirt Riddick let her borrow. Down the hall meanwhile Riddick was also dreaming.
He stared at the front of a building a light on in the very top window; he tracked Jack to this spot. She had been taken a few hours ago, fear had struck his heart when he returned to the ship to find her gone, a sign of a struggle in the cargo hold. He stopped staring and entered the building climbing up the flights of stairs. He came to a door with his knife drawn.
He pictured himself barging in the room and killing Jack's captor's then gathering her into his arms and taking her back to the safety of the ship. When he kicked open the door however he saw the room empty, except for the body of a painfully familiar girl lying on the floor with a bullet wound in her forehead. He very numbly walked to Jack's side and knelt down seeing her green eyes stare at nothing.
"Jack." He said weakly and picked her up in his arms, what he did next is what he wanted to do since Carolyn was ripped from his grasp, he cried. Only these tears weren't for Carolyn, they were for his best and only friend who lay dead in his arms.
Riddick woke his eyes snapping open. He sat up in his bed hugging his knees to his chest. After a few minutes he laid back down and quickly fell back to sleep.
Riddick walked down the short ladder to the kitchen area the next morning to see Emily sitting at the small table looked tired and sad.
"How'd ya sleep?" he asked and she looked at him.
"Not good."
"Me either."
"I had a dream about Jack."
"Me too."
"About the night she died."
"Me too."
"I miss her Riddick."
"As do I Emily, as do I."
I got a suggestion from a reader about a flashback; it was a good suggestion so I did it. Thanks. Please R and R any creative suggestions are welcome.