Riddick sat, piloting the skiff. He
couldn't fully grasp what had happened.
He tried to push most of it out of his
mind. Out of forty or so people, only
three left. Only three. He looked back.
There lay Imam and Jack, sleeping soundlessly.
His eyes rested on Jack. She looked so small,
so delicate. He wondered how he could have
ever thought about leaving her. Then, the
words of Fry came back to him. "For them,
not for you." He shook his head, trying
to rid her voice from his head. He wanted
to stay awake, make sure everything was okay,
but his eyes fluttered. He lifted his head up
and rubbed his eyes. Riddick knew it was no
use, he punched the auto-pilot button and
rested his head on his chest. It didn't
take long for him to find slumber.
His dreams were strange. They were
very violent and didn't make any sense. 'He
was back at the skiff. Fry stood down at the
ramp.
"What are you afraid?" she asked.
He laughed, a deep throated
laugh that echoed through the skiff.
Out of nowhere Jack ran up beside Fry.
"You are afraid," stated Jack.
Riddick's smile faded. He let
his eyes wonder from Jack's feet, then
back up to her face. She was serious.
No emotion was visible. Both women stalked
Riddick, causing him to slowly back up into
the skiff. He was too slow though. They
rushed him and he fell on his ass. They
both chuckled and grabbed him by his arms.
Fry released him as did Jack and he slid down the
ramp into the mud. He landed on his face, mud
becomming incrusted on his face and clothes.
Before he had a chance to regain his step, Jack
pounced on him. She flipped him over and kicked
him in his ribs repeatedly. The pain was intense,
his eyes watery from the sting. Jack stopped. Fry
and Jack leaned over him. He could feel both of their
breaths.
"Look at you, you're a little bitch," spat Jack.
Carolyn laughed and walked up the ramp,
entering the skiff. Imam walked out of the skiff.
'How did he get there?' asked Riddick, to himself.
Jack turned around to face Imam, she growled and he
returned to the inside.
"What makes you think I could have ever loved you.
You're pathetic," she said.
Jack kicked him once more, harder this time,
a tear escaped his eye. Riddick saw the lights in
the ship. It went up, up into the sky. Riddick
reached his hand out, beckoning them to come back.
It was pointless. He heard the creatures, their
strange call. He closed his eyes, praying for it
to end quickly.
The mud turned into a bed. Jack was on top of
him. She was moving her hips in tune with his. Soft
moans errupted from her throat. He held her tiny waist
with both hands, enjoying the feel of her. She leaned
down and kissed him, her lips light as feathers. She
then opened her eyes wide and glanced to her right.
Riddick followed her glance. In her hand she held a
shiv, his shiv. In one fluid movement she buried the
shiv deep in his heart. He didn't cry out, but his
eyes asked 'Why?'
He awoke with a start, shiv in hand.
Jack, who was above him, jumped back with a gasp.
He layed the shiv down to his side. Jack sat
beside him, staring at the stars. She glanced
toward Riddick, only to find him starring at her.
She blushed, a pink color entering her cheeks.
"Jack......" he was cut off by Imam.
"Look!" Imam cried.
They saw a planet, greenish/orange. It was
New Mecca. Imam began to chant something. Jack giggled.
They were now docked. Imam had already left
the skiff, he now stood outside, waiting for Jack.
Riddick was leaning up against a wall, Jack opposite
of him. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. He couldn't
bare to take his eyes away from her. It was her choice
to stay or leave, but he would never tell her he wanted
her to stay. Imam peered inside, trying to get a glimpse
of what was going on.
"What do you want me to do?" Jack asked,
picking her head up to see his face.
"It's your choice," he said, coldly.
Jack rolled her eyes, "I know it's my choice,
but what do you want?"
Riddick rubbed his left temple and sighed.
He stayed quiet, not sure what to say. Jack shook her head.
"Fine," she said.
Jack turned and walked out of the skiff. She met
up with Imam and they continued their journey. Jack looked
back as she walked away. She wanted Riddick to appear, she
wanted him to say that he wanted her to stay. Her hopes were
permantley shut down. The door to the skiff closed as did
her dreams of Riddick.
Riddick banged his head on the door. 'Stupid,' he
thought. Why couldn't he have just told her? Stay with
me, Jack. I'll take care of you, Jack. He didn't even
know if that was her true name. Why did he always think
of the best things to say when it was too late? He
took his place at the pilot's seat. It was probably
for the best, but he couldn't help but wonder.
couldn't fully grasp what had happened.
He tried to push most of it out of his
mind. Out of forty or so people, only
three left. Only three. He looked back.
There lay Imam and Jack, sleeping soundlessly.
His eyes rested on Jack. She looked so small,
so delicate. He wondered how he could have
ever thought about leaving her. Then, the
words of Fry came back to him. "For them,
not for you." He shook his head, trying
to rid her voice from his head. He wanted
to stay awake, make sure everything was okay,
but his eyes fluttered. He lifted his head up
and rubbed his eyes. Riddick knew it was no
use, he punched the auto-pilot button and
rested his head on his chest. It didn't
take long for him to find slumber.
His dreams were strange. They were
very violent and didn't make any sense. 'He
was back at the skiff. Fry stood down at the
ramp.
"What are you afraid?" she asked.
He laughed, a deep throated
laugh that echoed through the skiff.
Out of nowhere Jack ran up beside Fry.
"You are afraid," stated Jack.
Riddick's smile faded. He let
his eyes wonder from Jack's feet, then
back up to her face. She was serious.
No emotion was visible. Both women stalked
Riddick, causing him to slowly back up into
the skiff. He was too slow though. They
rushed him and he fell on his ass. They
both chuckled and grabbed him by his arms.
Fry released him as did Jack and he slid down the
ramp into the mud. He landed on his face, mud
becomming incrusted on his face and clothes.
Before he had a chance to regain his step, Jack
pounced on him. She flipped him over and kicked
him in his ribs repeatedly. The pain was intense,
his eyes watery from the sting. Jack stopped. Fry
and Jack leaned over him. He could feel both of their
breaths.
"Look at you, you're a little bitch," spat Jack.
Carolyn laughed and walked up the ramp,
entering the skiff. Imam walked out of the skiff.
'How did he get there?' asked Riddick, to himself.
Jack turned around to face Imam, she growled and he
returned to the inside.
"What makes you think I could have ever loved you.
You're pathetic," she said.
Jack kicked him once more, harder this time,
a tear escaped his eye. Riddick saw the lights in
the ship. It went up, up into the sky. Riddick
reached his hand out, beckoning them to come back.
It was pointless. He heard the creatures, their
strange call. He closed his eyes, praying for it
to end quickly.
The mud turned into a bed. Jack was on top of
him. She was moving her hips in tune with his. Soft
moans errupted from her throat. He held her tiny waist
with both hands, enjoying the feel of her. She leaned
down and kissed him, her lips light as feathers. She
then opened her eyes wide and glanced to her right.
Riddick followed her glance. In her hand she held a
shiv, his shiv. In one fluid movement she buried the
shiv deep in his heart. He didn't cry out, but his
eyes asked 'Why?'
He awoke with a start, shiv in hand.
Jack, who was above him, jumped back with a gasp.
He layed the shiv down to his side. Jack sat
beside him, staring at the stars. She glanced
toward Riddick, only to find him starring at her.
She blushed, a pink color entering her cheeks.
"Jack......" he was cut off by Imam.
"Look!" Imam cried.
They saw a planet, greenish/orange. It was
New Mecca. Imam began to chant something. Jack giggled.
They were now docked. Imam had already left
the skiff, he now stood outside, waiting for Jack.
Riddick was leaning up against a wall, Jack opposite
of him. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. He couldn't
bare to take his eyes away from her. It was her choice
to stay or leave, but he would never tell her he wanted
her to stay. Imam peered inside, trying to get a glimpse
of what was going on.
"What do you want me to do?" Jack asked,
picking her head up to see his face.
"It's your choice," he said, coldly.
Jack rolled her eyes, "I know it's my choice,
but what do you want?"
Riddick rubbed his left temple and sighed.
He stayed quiet, not sure what to say. Jack shook her head.
"Fine," she said.
Jack turned and walked out of the skiff. She met
up with Imam and they continued their journey. Jack looked
back as she walked away. She wanted Riddick to appear, she
wanted him to say that he wanted her to stay. Her hopes were
permantley shut down. The door to the skiff closed as did
her dreams of Riddick.
Riddick banged his head on the door. 'Stupid,' he
thought. Why couldn't he have just told her? Stay with
me, Jack. I'll take care of you, Jack. He didn't even
know if that was her true name. Why did he always think
of the best things to say when it was too late? He
took his place at the pilot's seat. It was probably
for the best, but he couldn't help but wonder.
