Disclaimer: own nothing, sorry people. The flashback in the Riddick section
is written by the lovely Paige for me, thank you sweetie! I am so grateful.
It's perfect.
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Jack was in trouble. She could feel it prickling over her skin, giving her goosebumps. She knew that if she didn't escape soon, then she would find herself beaten, tied up and shipped off to the same slam as Riddick. While this had its advantages, it also meant that she'd be killed which was not part of her plan at all. The Blues had grabbed Rasputin, clubbing him out cold before dragging him away. Jack had the feeling he was a repeat offender who just moved his equipment around. When they approached her, she shrieked slightly and looked scared, clutching at her skirt
"Oh please don't hurt me, Mr Rasputin was just showing me how his equipment worked" she said tears in her voice
The Blue stopped and looked at her. She widened her eyes and sighed shakily.
"I'll tell you everything I promise, just don't hurt me" she tried again
The Blue nearest her smiled and nodded. Jack smiled inwardly; they thought she was some rich bitch with nothing to hurt them with and more money than brains. They were so wrong it was amusing. The Blue gently took her arm and led her out of the room. Another Blue walked on her other side. Even if was no threat, they were taking no chances. They didn't know she carried a knife. A slight smile touched her lips. This was going to be fun; it always was when they weren't expecting anything. She'd do what they wanted first and then she'd strike. Because life wasn't anything if you couldn't have any fun.
She was shown to a small silver panelled room. Her eyes quickly roamed the space. It was bugged, she could tell that immediately and there were probably micro-cameras there as well. She sat down delicately on a hard backed chair as a Blue sat down opposite her. The others posted themselves around the room. She made herself nervous, fidgety as she sat there.
"OK then Miss...?" The Blue began
"Walker, Janette Walker" she said with a sunny smile
"Miss Walker, what exactly happened?"
She took a deep breath, her hands twisting in her lap. The Blues were all watching her scared expression. She was laughing inside.
"Well I was in the market buying clothes and gifts and so on and then this man approached me, asked me if I was looking for something, I said I was, a special gift for my brother and he said that he could show me the perfect way to find something so" she took another deep shaky breath "he showed me how it worked and I sat down in the chair, it was quite interesting and then you all burst in, what is this all about?"
"Miss Walker did you know that the activity that man was showing you is illegal?" the Blue watched her face closely as he asked
"No! Is it really? I had no idea!"
"He's always trying make money out of people in the market place by offering them his services" explained the Blue "you have to be careful ma'am of rogue traders like him, he'll take advantage of you"
"Yes I know that now and I am sorry, I had no idea" Jack gestured helplessly, tears in her eyes
There was a pause. Jack looked at her lap, twisted her skirt in her hands. She knew she looked fragile and distraught all in one. She looked innocent. The Blue opposite her sat back and looked to another Blue who stood behind him. Jack could hear whispered conferences as she began wiping her eyes, visibly trying to get a hold on her herself.
"Well thank you Miss" the Blue opposite her said at last "we'll deal with it from here, I hope your stay on Sunscorch is more relaxing for you from now on"
"Thank you, I do too"
Jack got up and nodded her head to the Blues before sweeping out of the room. She let out her breath slowly as she made her way smartly down the corridor. That was way too close for comfort. No doubt there would be people watching her from now on here, endless net searches being done to try and find her resemblance. She had to get off Sunscorch and begin to head for Pixel. It was going to be hot there as well as uncomfortable since she had to beat the security system there. It was gonna be fun.
As she neared the landing dock, a presence hit her hard. It was sweaty and smelt like engine oil. Before she could place where it was, an arm flung around her and dragged her behind a wall. Alarm bells rang loudly in Jack's mind as she struggled against her assailant. This was not an ordinary petty robbery. She could tell by the way he expertly held her so that all she could was flail against him indignantly like a feeble woman. There was nothing Jack hated more than being made to behave like that when she was fighting.
"Stop struggling or I'll fucking kill you, you understand?"
That was not the voice of blustering bravado; that was the voice of someone who'd killed before. Immediately Jack placed the profession; it had to be a Merc. She stopped moving but kept her limbs taut and her fists clenched. She wasn't going to relax completely.
"Good girl, play that way and we can all go home unhurt" the voice said again
She felt someone stroke her hair and grimaced, resisting the urge to bite the person's arm. They thought that they could imprison her that easily. They did not know who they were fucking with. She felt herself being dragged along the corridor. No one would be around since everyone else was busy in the market. In fact the only people around would be...the mechanics. The mechanics. She'd noticed the Mercs posing as mechanics when she'd gotten out of her ship. One of them had to have discovered who she was. This did not mean anything good. Mercs were ruthless when it came to delivering their cargo to the person who offered the reward. Jack was willing to bet that Farrell had put a sky-high price on her head.
The arm around her slackened as the person began opening the ship door. Jack knew this was her opportunity. Quick as a flash, she pulled her shiv from its hiding place and slashed out hard at the arm that held her. Giving a scream of pain, the Merc dropped her but immediately drew his own shiv. Jack whirled out of the way just in time and landed flat on the floor, a huge rip in her skirt from the shiv. She lifted her head to grin at her assailant. An old-fashioned Merc who used a shiv rather than a gun. She licked her lips, she liked a challenge.
"Thanks for giving me a hand with my dress" she said before leaping out of the way
She scrambled to hide behind another ship and using her own shiv, ripped the skirt all the way around so that all that was left was the low cut well laced bodice. Beneath her skirt, she'd worn cropped black pants that just reached the knees. She kicked off her high heels and crouched low immediately. She could hear the Merc cursing under his breath as he tried to deal with his wound. She grinned slowly to herself as she heard the blood splatter on the floor. Had she really cut him that deeply? Probably. What was the point in not doing a job well when you had the chance? Instinctively, she ducked so that she was flat on the ground and concentrated hard. Where was his presence? It had moved; it was making its way around, trying to get at her. Carefully she chanced a peek out from behind the ship. Sure enough there he was, a blood soaked cloth wrapped around his arm, dripping blood all over the floor and a factory made shiv in his good hand. The hand made ones were always better. They were made with a survivor's killing purpose. Jack grinned to herself again, a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse. Her favourite.
Suddenly she leapt up and dove behind another ship. He was getting closer. She could see his feet moving towards her again. She wriggled under the ship. Thank God it was up on wheels. With a well aimed movement, she slashed at his feet, digging the shiv in deep. His scream was ungodly, chilling her to her bones. She shunted out from underneath the ship and pounced on him, slashing at him hard. She took his shiv off him to use. It was the blonde Merc who'd paid so much attention to her when she'd arrived. She smiled at him. He had dropped shudderingly to his knees as Jack pulled the shivs out of him. She was disappointed; he hadn't been much of a challenge. Inferior in his shiv work.
"You might die but I don't know" she said matter-of-factly "all I know is that you'd better think twice about fucking with a lady like me next time, sweet dreaming"
Quickly she crossed to her ship. Ships were allowed to come and go as they pleased here. Once inside she smiled, nothing like a fresh killing to get the blood pumping. Absently, she wiped her bloodied hands on her pants. It was time to leave. She quickly hailed the control office, letting them know she needed the doors open. As she sat down, she checked the petrol, hull, everything that needed double-checking. She needed to contact Lando she worked out. He could get her past security on Pixel. She could stop off on a small planet on the way and connect to him via the net. She knew he'd help her. Smoothly, she took off and carefully flew out of the doors. Farrell was trying to hard to catch her, he was going to make mistakes and when he did, she'd be there with Riddick to finish off the job. He better fucking believe she would.
*
Farrell was pissed off. Riddick smiled. Jack had escaped again. She always had a way of escaping death that had followed her all her life. Survivor's Charm he called it. Jack just said she was too tough to kill. He laughed to himself. She'd been shot, stabbed, someone had even tried drowning her once and she wasn't afraid of water now either somehow. The time that was most vivid in her mind was when Farrell had cornered them and shot her badly.
~
He sensed it, the Merc behind them. Not just any Merc, Farrell. The bastard followed them, and he intended to kill them. Just as Jack was turning around, Farrell shot her. He almost missed, but Jack wasn't able to fully dodge the bullet. Riddick picked her up with ease, and threw her over his shoulder, while still shooting at Farrell. He hit him in the right knee, and a few times in the shoulder and chest. He wasn't aiming to kill him. Riddick ran with Jack on his shoulder into an alley-way, and found a door with the words 'Medi-Care' on it. Perfect, he thought, a doctor's office. If anyone was in there, he'd kill them. Riddick couldn't trust anyone to take the bullet out of Jack, so he had to do it himself. Luckily, the place was empty. It was Sunday, and closed. He busted down the door and took Jack up to the private emergency room upstairs. He did a quick check with his com, to make sure nobody was following them, but they were safe. Riddick laid Jack down on the table in the middle of the room, on a table, and examined where she was shot. Just below her left shoulder, and a little bit above her heart. She wasn't bleeding too heavily, which meant the bullet hadn't gone too far, but she was still in pain, you could tell. She was strong though, and tried not to show it. "Did you kill the bastard?" she asked, through heavy breaths. "No, but I hurt the motherfucker, so he won't be on our asses of a while." he said, while going through the cabinets. He was looking for tweezers and some drugs to ease her pain, as well as bandages. "He wouldn't be on our asses at all, had you killed him." she was nearly out of breath now. "What would be the fun in that?" Riddinck replied. He was walking towards her with the things he wanted in hand. "If I were to kill him, I'd share it with you, and I'd make it slow. The bastard doesn't deserve to die fast." "Yeah, least now...he's suffering..." She was nearly unconscious. "What...are you...going to do?" "Knock you out, and then remove the sonofabitch bullet." He said, holding the needle above her, where she could see it. He didn't look the least bit sympathetic, he didn't allow any trace of emotion to show on his face, but he cared, and he didn't want Jack to be in any pain. "I don't need...any fucking drugs" she protested. "I can take...the pain!" "You've never had a shine job done, and until you can take that pain, you can't take this." there was a final tone in his voice, and no matter what was said now, there was no changing his mind. He slowly injected the blue liquid into her arm, and in a matter of seconds, she was out. Riddick pulled Jacks arm through the strap of her shirt, and pulled the shirt down far enough to expose the wound, but still cover her. He made a small incision above her wound with his shiv, so he could reach into it with the tweezers and pull the bullet out. This, along with cleaning it up and bandaging it took 5 minutes. Jack's shirt was drenched with blood, so Riddick took it off and searched for another one through her bag. As he did this, a thousand things went through his head; the most important one being a sexual fantasy featuring her. Being the sick fuck he was, he got turned on at that sickest times. He looked over his shoulder, and saw her calmly laying there, thinking that she'd easily be out for the next 3 hours or so, and in that time span, he could do it, and be finished without her knowing what happened. But he'd never do that to her. Thinking about it was fine, but doing it was different. Besides, he thought, she's too young. It's not like he hasn't done younger, but Jack was a different case. He finally found a shirt; just like the one she was wearing earlier, but green instead of black, and put it on her as gently as possible. Riddick decided to take a rest. Jack would be out for a while linger, and he could use a few hours sleep. When she woke up, he figured, her breathing pattern would change, and he'd hear it and wake up too. After that, they'd create a new identity, and get a move on to a different planet. ~ It had been that easy. Thinking about how strong the urge had been in him to fuck her then just gave him a hard-on now. He groaned inwardly, not a good thought when you're tied down. He thought about her escape instead, that was safer. She must be getting closer Riddick reasoned. Farrell was sending more and more people to try and capture her but it wasn't working. Riddick was being given hardly any drugs any more, he could think clearly now and his limbs worked perfectly with coarse reflexes. Jack was getting closer and they were getting scared. Riddick smiled. They did not know who they were fucking with.
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Jack was in trouble. She could feel it prickling over her skin, giving her goosebumps. She knew that if she didn't escape soon, then she would find herself beaten, tied up and shipped off to the same slam as Riddick. While this had its advantages, it also meant that she'd be killed which was not part of her plan at all. The Blues had grabbed Rasputin, clubbing him out cold before dragging him away. Jack had the feeling he was a repeat offender who just moved his equipment around. When they approached her, she shrieked slightly and looked scared, clutching at her skirt
"Oh please don't hurt me, Mr Rasputin was just showing me how his equipment worked" she said tears in her voice
The Blue stopped and looked at her. She widened her eyes and sighed shakily.
"I'll tell you everything I promise, just don't hurt me" she tried again
The Blue nearest her smiled and nodded. Jack smiled inwardly; they thought she was some rich bitch with nothing to hurt them with and more money than brains. They were so wrong it was amusing. The Blue gently took her arm and led her out of the room. Another Blue walked on her other side. Even if was no threat, they were taking no chances. They didn't know she carried a knife. A slight smile touched her lips. This was going to be fun; it always was when they weren't expecting anything. She'd do what they wanted first and then she'd strike. Because life wasn't anything if you couldn't have any fun.
She was shown to a small silver panelled room. Her eyes quickly roamed the space. It was bugged, she could tell that immediately and there were probably micro-cameras there as well. She sat down delicately on a hard backed chair as a Blue sat down opposite her. The others posted themselves around the room. She made herself nervous, fidgety as she sat there.
"OK then Miss...?" The Blue began
"Walker, Janette Walker" she said with a sunny smile
"Miss Walker, what exactly happened?"
She took a deep breath, her hands twisting in her lap. The Blues were all watching her scared expression. She was laughing inside.
"Well I was in the market buying clothes and gifts and so on and then this man approached me, asked me if I was looking for something, I said I was, a special gift for my brother and he said that he could show me the perfect way to find something so" she took another deep shaky breath "he showed me how it worked and I sat down in the chair, it was quite interesting and then you all burst in, what is this all about?"
"Miss Walker did you know that the activity that man was showing you is illegal?" the Blue watched her face closely as he asked
"No! Is it really? I had no idea!"
"He's always trying make money out of people in the market place by offering them his services" explained the Blue "you have to be careful ma'am of rogue traders like him, he'll take advantage of you"
"Yes I know that now and I am sorry, I had no idea" Jack gestured helplessly, tears in her eyes
There was a pause. Jack looked at her lap, twisted her skirt in her hands. She knew she looked fragile and distraught all in one. She looked innocent. The Blue opposite her sat back and looked to another Blue who stood behind him. Jack could hear whispered conferences as she began wiping her eyes, visibly trying to get a hold on her herself.
"Well thank you Miss" the Blue opposite her said at last "we'll deal with it from here, I hope your stay on Sunscorch is more relaxing for you from now on"
"Thank you, I do too"
Jack got up and nodded her head to the Blues before sweeping out of the room. She let out her breath slowly as she made her way smartly down the corridor. That was way too close for comfort. No doubt there would be people watching her from now on here, endless net searches being done to try and find her resemblance. She had to get off Sunscorch and begin to head for Pixel. It was going to be hot there as well as uncomfortable since she had to beat the security system there. It was gonna be fun.
As she neared the landing dock, a presence hit her hard. It was sweaty and smelt like engine oil. Before she could place where it was, an arm flung around her and dragged her behind a wall. Alarm bells rang loudly in Jack's mind as she struggled against her assailant. This was not an ordinary petty robbery. She could tell by the way he expertly held her so that all she could was flail against him indignantly like a feeble woman. There was nothing Jack hated more than being made to behave like that when she was fighting.
"Stop struggling or I'll fucking kill you, you understand?"
That was not the voice of blustering bravado; that was the voice of someone who'd killed before. Immediately Jack placed the profession; it had to be a Merc. She stopped moving but kept her limbs taut and her fists clenched. She wasn't going to relax completely.
"Good girl, play that way and we can all go home unhurt" the voice said again
She felt someone stroke her hair and grimaced, resisting the urge to bite the person's arm. They thought that they could imprison her that easily. They did not know who they were fucking with. She felt herself being dragged along the corridor. No one would be around since everyone else was busy in the market. In fact the only people around would be...the mechanics. The mechanics. She'd noticed the Mercs posing as mechanics when she'd gotten out of her ship. One of them had to have discovered who she was. This did not mean anything good. Mercs were ruthless when it came to delivering their cargo to the person who offered the reward. Jack was willing to bet that Farrell had put a sky-high price on her head.
The arm around her slackened as the person began opening the ship door. Jack knew this was her opportunity. Quick as a flash, she pulled her shiv from its hiding place and slashed out hard at the arm that held her. Giving a scream of pain, the Merc dropped her but immediately drew his own shiv. Jack whirled out of the way just in time and landed flat on the floor, a huge rip in her skirt from the shiv. She lifted her head to grin at her assailant. An old-fashioned Merc who used a shiv rather than a gun. She licked her lips, she liked a challenge.
"Thanks for giving me a hand with my dress" she said before leaping out of the way
She scrambled to hide behind another ship and using her own shiv, ripped the skirt all the way around so that all that was left was the low cut well laced bodice. Beneath her skirt, she'd worn cropped black pants that just reached the knees. She kicked off her high heels and crouched low immediately. She could hear the Merc cursing under his breath as he tried to deal with his wound. She grinned slowly to herself as she heard the blood splatter on the floor. Had she really cut him that deeply? Probably. What was the point in not doing a job well when you had the chance? Instinctively, she ducked so that she was flat on the ground and concentrated hard. Where was his presence? It had moved; it was making its way around, trying to get at her. Carefully she chanced a peek out from behind the ship. Sure enough there he was, a blood soaked cloth wrapped around his arm, dripping blood all over the floor and a factory made shiv in his good hand. The hand made ones were always better. They were made with a survivor's killing purpose. Jack grinned to herself again, a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse. Her favourite.
Suddenly she leapt up and dove behind another ship. He was getting closer. She could see his feet moving towards her again. She wriggled under the ship. Thank God it was up on wheels. With a well aimed movement, she slashed at his feet, digging the shiv in deep. His scream was ungodly, chilling her to her bones. She shunted out from underneath the ship and pounced on him, slashing at him hard. She took his shiv off him to use. It was the blonde Merc who'd paid so much attention to her when she'd arrived. She smiled at him. He had dropped shudderingly to his knees as Jack pulled the shivs out of him. She was disappointed; he hadn't been much of a challenge. Inferior in his shiv work.
"You might die but I don't know" she said matter-of-factly "all I know is that you'd better think twice about fucking with a lady like me next time, sweet dreaming"
Quickly she crossed to her ship. Ships were allowed to come and go as they pleased here. Once inside she smiled, nothing like a fresh killing to get the blood pumping. Absently, she wiped her bloodied hands on her pants. It was time to leave. She quickly hailed the control office, letting them know she needed the doors open. As she sat down, she checked the petrol, hull, everything that needed double-checking. She needed to contact Lando she worked out. He could get her past security on Pixel. She could stop off on a small planet on the way and connect to him via the net. She knew he'd help her. Smoothly, she took off and carefully flew out of the doors. Farrell was trying to hard to catch her, he was going to make mistakes and when he did, she'd be there with Riddick to finish off the job. He better fucking believe she would.
*
Farrell was pissed off. Riddick smiled. Jack had escaped again. She always had a way of escaping death that had followed her all her life. Survivor's Charm he called it. Jack just said she was too tough to kill. He laughed to himself. She'd been shot, stabbed, someone had even tried drowning her once and she wasn't afraid of water now either somehow. The time that was most vivid in her mind was when Farrell had cornered them and shot her badly.
~
He sensed it, the Merc behind them. Not just any Merc, Farrell. The bastard followed them, and he intended to kill them. Just as Jack was turning around, Farrell shot her. He almost missed, but Jack wasn't able to fully dodge the bullet. Riddick picked her up with ease, and threw her over his shoulder, while still shooting at Farrell. He hit him in the right knee, and a few times in the shoulder and chest. He wasn't aiming to kill him. Riddick ran with Jack on his shoulder into an alley-way, and found a door with the words 'Medi-Care' on it. Perfect, he thought, a doctor's office. If anyone was in there, he'd kill them. Riddick couldn't trust anyone to take the bullet out of Jack, so he had to do it himself. Luckily, the place was empty. It was Sunday, and closed. He busted down the door and took Jack up to the private emergency room upstairs. He did a quick check with his com, to make sure nobody was following them, but they were safe. Riddick laid Jack down on the table in the middle of the room, on a table, and examined where she was shot. Just below her left shoulder, and a little bit above her heart. She wasn't bleeding too heavily, which meant the bullet hadn't gone too far, but she was still in pain, you could tell. She was strong though, and tried not to show it. "Did you kill the bastard?" she asked, through heavy breaths. "No, but I hurt the motherfucker, so he won't be on our asses of a while." he said, while going through the cabinets. He was looking for tweezers and some drugs to ease her pain, as well as bandages. "He wouldn't be on our asses at all, had you killed him." she was nearly out of breath now. "What would be the fun in that?" Riddinck replied. He was walking towards her with the things he wanted in hand. "If I were to kill him, I'd share it with you, and I'd make it slow. The bastard doesn't deserve to die fast." "Yeah, least now...he's suffering..." She was nearly unconscious. "What...are you...going to do?" "Knock you out, and then remove the sonofabitch bullet." He said, holding the needle above her, where she could see it. He didn't look the least bit sympathetic, he didn't allow any trace of emotion to show on his face, but he cared, and he didn't want Jack to be in any pain. "I don't need...any fucking drugs" she protested. "I can take...the pain!" "You've never had a shine job done, and until you can take that pain, you can't take this." there was a final tone in his voice, and no matter what was said now, there was no changing his mind. He slowly injected the blue liquid into her arm, and in a matter of seconds, she was out. Riddick pulled Jacks arm through the strap of her shirt, and pulled the shirt down far enough to expose the wound, but still cover her. He made a small incision above her wound with his shiv, so he could reach into it with the tweezers and pull the bullet out. This, along with cleaning it up and bandaging it took 5 minutes. Jack's shirt was drenched with blood, so Riddick took it off and searched for another one through her bag. As he did this, a thousand things went through his head; the most important one being a sexual fantasy featuring her. Being the sick fuck he was, he got turned on at that sickest times. He looked over his shoulder, and saw her calmly laying there, thinking that she'd easily be out for the next 3 hours or so, and in that time span, he could do it, and be finished without her knowing what happened. But he'd never do that to her. Thinking about it was fine, but doing it was different. Besides, he thought, she's too young. It's not like he hasn't done younger, but Jack was a different case. He finally found a shirt; just like the one she was wearing earlier, but green instead of black, and put it on her as gently as possible. Riddick decided to take a rest. Jack would be out for a while linger, and he could use a few hours sleep. When she woke up, he figured, her breathing pattern would change, and he'd hear it and wake up too. After that, they'd create a new identity, and get a move on to a different planet. ~ It had been that easy. Thinking about how strong the urge had been in him to fuck her then just gave him a hard-on now. He groaned inwardly, not a good thought when you're tied down. He thought about her escape instead, that was safer. She must be getting closer Riddick reasoned. Farrell was sending more and more people to try and capture her but it wasn't working. Riddick was being given hardly any drugs any more, he could think clearly now and his limbs worked perfectly with coarse reflexes. Jack was getting closer and they were getting scared. Riddick smiled. They did not know who they were fucking with.