DisClaimEr: Guess who doesn´t own Pitch Black...ME
So don´s sue cuz i´m not getting any cash for this
The heavy metal floor clinged with her hig heels The music flared in her soul,
the full wrath of the metal in her ears. The dagger in her hand fueled by the biterness
that she so vially harvested for a single man. This..that.......High heels....
-excuse me, where´s the restroom?
Might as well go now and change...to kill a man. Her lips moved in the familiarity
of the song. It now belonged to her bloody past, not to her present project.
As soon as she got into that damned ladies place she locked herself up and pulled
out her make up kit. A beautiful creature emerged from withunder the make up.
Just to be replaced again by another mask. An oriental look, with a geisha mask
in the unusual colors of today. She put the fiery red wig on her head, the brown
one lay in the trash.
Peeling of her much so present clothes, indulgiing in the flashy colors that she so
rarely allowed herself. Skin tight.
Now she was leaning in looks more towards being a 100 dollar hooker instead of
the 10 dollar shit she´d walked in as.
No freaggin hope for the shit she was gonna flush down the toilet.
Cracking the heels of her shoes, piecing together a gun, using variable objects from
her clashy body decoration to piece it togetherr. Idiotic medal detectors.
She rushed ritgh out, having caught her target. the heavy music clashed back on her.
noth bothering to look at those who stared at a girl and her gun, just going to kill him.
one fucking shot and then walk right out. the fucker would be finished like the rest of
hte world..
The aimm perfect...the bastard would pay.
A red black hole in the middle of his forehead as he stared at the intensely familiar girl.
She ran...the crowd insane...through the window.
Running.
Turn wig. taking the wig. Running. Turning it over. Breathing. running. Putting it back on.
Blonde...running.
Run, sirens starting to scream. Run in the dark....street lights....street lights out
...a gunshot lingering in the air, powder burning on her hands. Another shot...
.the darkest ally and her clothes ripped off with her own nails.
The makep...makeup..smear it off.
The mak up.....running...speared off.
Easy shit.
Adrenalin, the thrill of life.....
A torn little hooker arrived at her new corner when the police sirens reached the place.
Noone would look twice at a ten dollar hooker that looked like a bad customer had
fucked her up, big time, real bad..
A breath on her neck awoke the few senses the adrenalin left alive.
-Skylar
Arms encircling around her insanely thin waist and the six pack of her belly.
-Damien Macy...i didn´t think you were gonna show up
Her mind not on the man behind her, more like, on the fact that a man lay dead and
bleeding only few minutes away.
But dead...for raping the wrong child...sico, deserved to die...slowly....
but, he´d gotten a fast death. The chill of a useless memory passed her.
Him, that cursed man, that once she had thought of as a family friend, now as the
darkest deamon ever given birth to by man kind.
His staff trapping her feet...he´d deserved that.
-Feeling any better..Macy?
He squeesed her harshly as his lips, brushing against her ear, spoke angirly.
-I don´t know, how would you feel when someone blows your leg into shit?
-just fine, just as long as i didn´t do it myself.
Volatile, throwing the odd creature out of his embrace, ripping the wig of her,
revealing her very so short dirty blond hair
His eyes dwelling on her for quiet some time. not on her figure, but on her blue eyes.
-You shouldn´t wear these contacts
-Fuck you Macy
His thick lips curled in a smile under the dead streetlight
-With pleasure.
-It´s gonna cost you
-but you look like a fucked over thirteen dollar whore
The wall kissing her back, cold brick of a dying building. Lips, since when were his lips so
damn hot, burning.
-You´re lips are too hot.
-So what
A murmure, one of complete carelessness. Her hand laying on his forehead....
a bullet through a man´s forehead.
-Shit, man, you´re burning.
_and?
-You´re sick you fucker, it´s too cold out here for you.
He smiled, the smug asshole smiled!
-What about you and you´re skinny white ass, you´re wearing a swimming suit
-I´m on my way home, so are you
He took his coat off, putting it around the zombie´s shoulders.
-no objections to that...i was merely going to meet you half way and escort you home.
A look of annoyance passed her colorless lips.
-really, after you got yourself a piece of ass?
He swung her around, jubilant. Why the fuck was he being so happy tonight?
-You´re completely out of your mind Macy.
_why, ofcourse i am, i´m a reknown ´serial killer´
She gave him another annoyed look.
-Jackass.
The ssubway
the punks
the hitting on and
macy slicing punk throats
Skylar sitting
reading
a magazine
Blood
splattered.
-Fuck, can´t you atleast be clean?
He sat down, knelt before her. Braids falling down as he loosened his waist long hair
-I´m messy, you know that
-Yeah, i do
The doors
Macy following her in
Grabbign her
-What are you doing!
Furious voice yelling at him.
_do i have to freaggin knock you over?
He just similed.
-Is this all about you being horny?
He sat down by the kitchen table, his staff leaning on it as well. Her eyes, her looks...
the unusual being he.....and that look meant hostility and worry. The last thing to do would
be to run that pretty little pixie into an anxiety attack.
Rising
taking the staff
-Allright, i´ll go to bed.
a smile, this time on her lips.
-Finally.
He rambed around in the bathroom. A shower, she should have known
The bathroom doors openeing, into the bedroom. Her eyes closing.
Devious. Walking, flashes, opening doors. Macy lying in bed probably naked.
her clothes ripped off by her own hands, crawling up into the bed, lying beside im.
Gentle but firm.
-I really need some sleep Skylar
-I´ll sleep with you...i always do
He turned around, staring at th enow utterly black eyes.
-All i can think about is fucking you right now...i need sleep
-I exhaustion stopping you from fucking?
He smiled
she smiled
no
That was the end of that....he was a sleep......
The in significant memory passed through her cold bones.
A man lay dead beneath her, his throat sliced. Running her blodied hand over her
face and through her hair, leaving a red streak.
Staring down......sure......the fucker was dead...soon, other fuckers would be as well.
Just the first asshole in the row. Her lips curled in a vicious smile as she paced away,
leaving the man, eyes open, staring at the horror.
-I gotta find her......she´s the only one who can....
The more human part of her argued her animal side
-but she´s just a kid
the demon promptly replied as her feet trashed the rain wet ground
-Well, you were just a kid too...and look at what you´ve accomplished
-She can´t do it....you can´t send her back for your own selfish reasons...SHE´S A FUCKIN´KID!
Tugging the shiv away, biting her lip.
Yes, Macy would be sleeping now, or maybe not...all depended.....Pain crashed through
her odd looking soul. Being alone......it didn´t really hurt.
But, Oh god, it did hurt knowing that loved ones, few of them, two of them, were out
there and noone too protect´em.
Had the unknown psycotic assassin known other wise she would have laughed........
PITCH BLACK: Obscure anticipation
The rain crashed on the roof. Such a small place, such a fucked up place.
Filled with out doped...No one who made more sense beyond two words
But that was about it, the only two people she could honestly hold a freaggin conversation
with were Iman and Riddick...when the two of them felt like responding to her adolcent voice.
For how long had they been there? A week? The only measurement of time were Iman´s prayers,
and didn´t he pray atleast four times a day.
Still staying in the fucking skiff....no freaggin room. No fucking air.
They´d been half way to new mecca when the skiff decided to transfer from a savior to a bitch.
Jack´s mind wondered, she really didn´t want to go to sleep, it was either that or go out into the
damn rain to fix this so very shrinking bitch. This did give her time though, to get to know Riddick.
Maybe she could tell him.....nah......odds were that he would just give her a funny look and ignore
her after that.
Unwillingly she dazed off into the wretched being of sleep. memories repeating themselves
within her.
---------------------------------
-No. You. Don´t. Fucking. Touch. Her
A voice so familiar, filled with wrath. A hand flying in the air, to slap her savior, her
idol, her family. Macy defending his dearerst friend. Only to recieve
a heavy punch from the middle aged man
-OUT OF MY WAY PUNK!
-Don´t call him a punk you fucker
Skylar´s voice roaring in the dead still air
-Shut up! I am your father, obey me!
She remembered the hatred in her eyes, a reflection of what she hereslf later
would keep deep in her heart for other people. Macy´s furious face rising
from the floor. Grabbing the man from behind, holding him back.
A shiv raised in the air. Every thing slowed down, a small taste of horror
echoed in Jack´s scream. Their father looked at them, his white t-shirt stained
with his own living, flowing blood. A vertical cut on his skin,
burning into her eyes, so did the vicious look on her idol´s face.
Hands grabbing her arms, shaking her.
-Wake up Jack1
Fear kept her frozen, the fear of her sister´s blood sprayed face.
Siren´s screaming...how she hated that sound.
Skylar lookd at the doors Macy´s voice clashed with the siren sounds.
-Damn bastards.
In that he referred to the neighbours, who finally had called the police.
Jack´s eyes were caught by her sister´s infinate black ones.
-Listen Jack, i´ll find you, just....mange until then....and promise to remember me,
and what i´ve thouht you..OK?
Numbly the nine ten year old Jack nodded her head.
The vision of her sister faded into the night, through the window
along with Macy. Stained by red.
fosterhomes, not knowing why Skylar had gone mad and killed their father,
after fosterhomes. Computer´s....her only key to Skylar.
Words,
stories,
laughter.
Richard B. Riddick and the Slam.
And.....that planet. That hell....Skylar´s black eyes drinking up the light of the three suns.
A bloodied shiv in her hand, an ocean of blood.
Riddick.....
Riddick´s face...
"The most dangerous psyco in the Slam, and we just happen to be friends"
The contact broke.
-----------------------
Jack woke up screaming. Riddick´s silvery eyes was all she saw in the dark, his eyes saw more.
-Why the fuck are you screaming kid?
His voice husky from being newly awoken. JAck still shaking from Skylar´s memory...
it had ben so long.
-Just d..dreams
There was somesort of silence, not uncomfortable. As if riddick were looking at her,
studying her frighten figure.
-Are you going back to sleep?
She hung her head low, there was no way she would be able to sleep now....Skylar
-No fucking way.
Riddick, now sitting up on the cold iron seemed to be fully awake.
-Then help me to fix this piece of shit
Jack, now fully awake, the dream fading away. Fresh.
-How long until we can get the fuck out of here?
Busy eyes, looking for the tool kit, in teh dark.
-Couple of days, we jsut need to fix the fuses and we should be off.
-Can´t wait to get away from this fucking planet.
Ask him? How about not so directly? Maybe? She took a deep breath as they
went outside,
raining, ofcourse. Riddicks frame infront of her, though she couldn´t
see much, she managed to follow him.....she´d ask him.
-Riddick...did you meet anyone in the slam?
Her voice shaking from the rain and fear, all she had to do was to
hand him the tools and ask questions.
She just had know.
-The usual scumbags
-Did you make any friends?
Her body stiff, hoping for an answer, THE answer.
-A few.
He looked up at her, despite the dark, she could see the
suspicious look his face held.
-You´re too curious for your own damn good kid
Abcently she handed Riddick the tools he asked for, and stayed quiet.
Why wouldn´t he just tell her........
*******************************************
Riddick had been right. Three days ago they´d gotten into space,
after doing some
doubtful buisness, buying some doubtful things.
The only things Jack wanted was music....Skylar´s favorite music and
ofcourse...headphones, just so Riddick wouldn´t slice her throat
and the peaceful Iman turn into a vicious lunatic. Skylar, why in fuck
did she still hurt when ever she thought about that girl?
Music could have some strange effects.
Like Skylar...when she danced......when she and Macy had danced.....
she´d only been five, she still remembered the fresh memory.
While mom was still alive.
Space surrounding them...riddick piloting, Iman silently praying and she,
just listening to her music.
Wonderful....the memory.
------------------------
A five year old Jack, sitting and clapping her head, raised on 20th centurt rock.
Her eleven year old sister dancing with her best friend, Macy.
Skunk something.
How wonderful, the power in the air. mom crying at them to turn it down.
Jumping, bouncing and singing along.
Skylar grabbing her, holding her and making her jump along.
LAughter mixing in. Macy smiling, all of them smiling.
Until dad came home.
The house turned quiet, mom grew pale and Skylar hateful.
Macy crawled out the window with regret.
fun time over.
Quiet.
-------------------------
-What are you thinking about, Child?
Iman´s much so gentle voice shattered her thought process before it had been
carried off to the bad times.
-Nothin´ really, just the past
Jack dazed right off, back to sleep, hearing Riddick and Iman discuss her future.
-We can not leave this child to the orphanage mr riddick,
she´ll fade and die
-We agree on that much
Riddick´s voice not too gentle.
-But she´s not going with me old man
Jack´s voice cried within her.
-She will not be happy with me, i am a man of religion and little travel,
she is a wanderer in her
nature, so much like yourself.
-Well, my life ain´t a life she want´s, she might think so, but the kid
forgets who i am..a murderer
Iman´s heavy sigh, nrearly of surrender, cut into Jack.
-You are more of a human than many people i´ve met mr Riddick, she needs you.
-Maybe she does, but i sure as fuck don´t need some kid in my way
The cry within Jack transformed into a tear.
So don´s sue cuz i´m not getting any cash for this
The heavy metal floor clinged with her hig heels The music flared in her soul,
the full wrath of the metal in her ears. The dagger in her hand fueled by the biterness
that she so vially harvested for a single man. This..that.......High heels....
-excuse me, where´s the restroom?
Might as well go now and change...to kill a man. Her lips moved in the familiarity
of the song. It now belonged to her bloody past, not to her present project.
As soon as she got into that damned ladies place she locked herself up and pulled
out her make up kit. A beautiful creature emerged from withunder the make up.
Just to be replaced again by another mask. An oriental look, with a geisha mask
in the unusual colors of today. She put the fiery red wig on her head, the brown
one lay in the trash.
Peeling of her much so present clothes, indulgiing in the flashy colors that she so
rarely allowed herself. Skin tight.
Now she was leaning in looks more towards being a 100 dollar hooker instead of
the 10 dollar shit she´d walked in as.
No freaggin hope for the shit she was gonna flush down the toilet.
Cracking the heels of her shoes, piecing together a gun, using variable objects from
her clashy body decoration to piece it togetherr. Idiotic medal detectors.
She rushed ritgh out, having caught her target. the heavy music clashed back on her.
noth bothering to look at those who stared at a girl and her gun, just going to kill him.
one fucking shot and then walk right out. the fucker would be finished like the rest of
hte world..
The aimm perfect...the bastard would pay.
A red black hole in the middle of his forehead as he stared at the intensely familiar girl.
She ran...the crowd insane...through the window.
Running.
Turn wig. taking the wig. Running. Turning it over. Breathing. running. Putting it back on.
Blonde...running.
Run, sirens starting to scream. Run in the dark....street lights....street lights out
...a gunshot lingering in the air, powder burning on her hands. Another shot...
.the darkest ally and her clothes ripped off with her own nails.
The makep...makeup..smear it off.
The mak up.....running...speared off.
Easy shit.
Adrenalin, the thrill of life.....
A torn little hooker arrived at her new corner when the police sirens reached the place.
Noone would look twice at a ten dollar hooker that looked like a bad customer had
fucked her up, big time, real bad..
A breath on her neck awoke the few senses the adrenalin left alive.
-Skylar
Arms encircling around her insanely thin waist and the six pack of her belly.
-Damien Macy...i didn´t think you were gonna show up
Her mind not on the man behind her, more like, on the fact that a man lay dead and
bleeding only few minutes away.
But dead...for raping the wrong child...sico, deserved to die...slowly....
but, he´d gotten a fast death. The chill of a useless memory passed her.
Him, that cursed man, that once she had thought of as a family friend, now as the
darkest deamon ever given birth to by man kind.
His staff trapping her feet...he´d deserved that.
-Feeling any better..Macy?
He squeesed her harshly as his lips, brushing against her ear, spoke angirly.
-I don´t know, how would you feel when someone blows your leg into shit?
-just fine, just as long as i didn´t do it myself.
Volatile, throwing the odd creature out of his embrace, ripping the wig of her,
revealing her very so short dirty blond hair
His eyes dwelling on her for quiet some time. not on her figure, but on her blue eyes.
-You shouldn´t wear these contacts
-Fuck you Macy
His thick lips curled in a smile under the dead streetlight
-With pleasure.
-It´s gonna cost you
-but you look like a fucked over thirteen dollar whore
The wall kissing her back, cold brick of a dying building. Lips, since when were his lips so
damn hot, burning.
-You´re lips are too hot.
-So what
A murmure, one of complete carelessness. Her hand laying on his forehead....
a bullet through a man´s forehead.
-Shit, man, you´re burning.
_and?
-You´re sick you fucker, it´s too cold out here for you.
He smiled, the smug asshole smiled!
-What about you and you´re skinny white ass, you´re wearing a swimming suit
-I´m on my way home, so are you
He took his coat off, putting it around the zombie´s shoulders.
-no objections to that...i was merely going to meet you half way and escort you home.
A look of annoyance passed her colorless lips.
-really, after you got yourself a piece of ass?
He swung her around, jubilant. Why the fuck was he being so happy tonight?
-You´re completely out of your mind Macy.
_why, ofcourse i am, i´m a reknown ´serial killer´
She gave him another annoyed look.
-Jackass.
The ssubway
the punks
the hitting on and
macy slicing punk throats
Skylar sitting
reading
a magazine
Blood
splattered.
-Fuck, can´t you atleast be clean?
He sat down, knelt before her. Braids falling down as he loosened his waist long hair
-I´m messy, you know that
-Yeah, i do
The doors
Macy following her in
Grabbign her
-What are you doing!
Furious voice yelling at him.
_do i have to freaggin knock you over?
He just similed.
-Is this all about you being horny?
He sat down by the kitchen table, his staff leaning on it as well. Her eyes, her looks...
the unusual being he.....and that look meant hostility and worry. The last thing to do would
be to run that pretty little pixie into an anxiety attack.
Rising
taking the staff
-Allright, i´ll go to bed.
a smile, this time on her lips.
-Finally.
He rambed around in the bathroom. A shower, she should have known
The bathroom doors openeing, into the bedroom. Her eyes closing.
Devious. Walking, flashes, opening doors. Macy lying in bed probably naked.
her clothes ripped off by her own hands, crawling up into the bed, lying beside im.
Gentle but firm.
-I really need some sleep Skylar
-I´ll sleep with you...i always do
He turned around, staring at th enow utterly black eyes.
-All i can think about is fucking you right now...i need sleep
-I exhaustion stopping you from fucking?
He smiled
she smiled
no
That was the end of that....he was a sleep......
The in significant memory passed through her cold bones.
A man lay dead beneath her, his throat sliced. Running her blodied hand over her
face and through her hair, leaving a red streak.
Staring down......sure......the fucker was dead...soon, other fuckers would be as well.
Just the first asshole in the row. Her lips curled in a vicious smile as she paced away,
leaving the man, eyes open, staring at the horror.
-I gotta find her......she´s the only one who can....
The more human part of her argued her animal side
-but she´s just a kid
the demon promptly replied as her feet trashed the rain wet ground
-Well, you were just a kid too...and look at what you´ve accomplished
-She can´t do it....you can´t send her back for your own selfish reasons...SHE´S A FUCKIN´KID!
Tugging the shiv away, biting her lip.
Yes, Macy would be sleeping now, or maybe not...all depended.....Pain crashed through
her odd looking soul. Being alone......it didn´t really hurt.
But, Oh god, it did hurt knowing that loved ones, few of them, two of them, were out
there and noone too protect´em.
Had the unknown psycotic assassin known other wise she would have laughed........
PITCH BLACK: Obscure anticipation
The rain crashed on the roof. Such a small place, such a fucked up place.
Filled with out doped...No one who made more sense beyond two words
But that was about it, the only two people she could honestly hold a freaggin conversation
with were Iman and Riddick...when the two of them felt like responding to her adolcent voice.
For how long had they been there? A week? The only measurement of time were Iman´s prayers,
and didn´t he pray atleast four times a day.
Still staying in the fucking skiff....no freaggin room. No fucking air.
They´d been half way to new mecca when the skiff decided to transfer from a savior to a bitch.
Jack´s mind wondered, she really didn´t want to go to sleep, it was either that or go out into the
damn rain to fix this so very shrinking bitch. This did give her time though, to get to know Riddick.
Maybe she could tell him.....nah......odds were that he would just give her a funny look and ignore
her after that.
Unwillingly she dazed off into the wretched being of sleep. memories repeating themselves
within her.
---------------------------------
-No. You. Don´t. Fucking. Touch. Her
A voice so familiar, filled with wrath. A hand flying in the air, to slap her savior, her
idol, her family. Macy defending his dearerst friend. Only to recieve
a heavy punch from the middle aged man
-OUT OF MY WAY PUNK!
-Don´t call him a punk you fucker
Skylar´s voice roaring in the dead still air
-Shut up! I am your father, obey me!
She remembered the hatred in her eyes, a reflection of what she hereslf later
would keep deep in her heart for other people. Macy´s furious face rising
from the floor. Grabbing the man from behind, holding him back.
A shiv raised in the air. Every thing slowed down, a small taste of horror
echoed in Jack´s scream. Their father looked at them, his white t-shirt stained
with his own living, flowing blood. A vertical cut on his skin,
burning into her eyes, so did the vicious look on her idol´s face.
Hands grabbing her arms, shaking her.
-Wake up Jack1
Fear kept her frozen, the fear of her sister´s blood sprayed face.
Siren´s screaming...how she hated that sound.
Skylar lookd at the doors Macy´s voice clashed with the siren sounds.
-Damn bastards.
In that he referred to the neighbours, who finally had called the police.
Jack´s eyes were caught by her sister´s infinate black ones.
-Listen Jack, i´ll find you, just....mange until then....and promise to remember me,
and what i´ve thouht you..OK?
Numbly the nine ten year old Jack nodded her head.
The vision of her sister faded into the night, through the window
along with Macy. Stained by red.
fosterhomes, not knowing why Skylar had gone mad and killed their father,
after fosterhomes. Computer´s....her only key to Skylar.
Words,
stories,
laughter.
Richard B. Riddick and the Slam.
And.....that planet. That hell....Skylar´s black eyes drinking up the light of the three suns.
A bloodied shiv in her hand, an ocean of blood.
Riddick.....
Riddick´s face...
"The most dangerous psyco in the Slam, and we just happen to be friends"
The contact broke.
-----------------------
Jack woke up screaming. Riddick´s silvery eyes was all she saw in the dark, his eyes saw more.
-Why the fuck are you screaming kid?
His voice husky from being newly awoken. JAck still shaking from Skylar´s memory...
it had ben so long.
-Just d..dreams
There was somesort of silence, not uncomfortable. As if riddick were looking at her,
studying her frighten figure.
-Are you going back to sleep?
She hung her head low, there was no way she would be able to sleep now....Skylar
-No fucking way.
Riddick, now sitting up on the cold iron seemed to be fully awake.
-Then help me to fix this piece of shit
Jack, now fully awake, the dream fading away. Fresh.
-How long until we can get the fuck out of here?
Busy eyes, looking for the tool kit, in teh dark.
-Couple of days, we jsut need to fix the fuses and we should be off.
-Can´t wait to get away from this fucking planet.
Ask him? How about not so directly? Maybe? She took a deep breath as they
went outside,
raining, ofcourse. Riddicks frame infront of her, though she couldn´t
see much, she managed to follow him.....she´d ask him.
-Riddick...did you meet anyone in the slam?
Her voice shaking from the rain and fear, all she had to do was to
hand him the tools and ask questions.
She just had know.
-The usual scumbags
-Did you make any friends?
Her body stiff, hoping for an answer, THE answer.
-A few.
He looked up at her, despite the dark, she could see the
suspicious look his face held.
-You´re too curious for your own damn good kid
Abcently she handed Riddick the tools he asked for, and stayed quiet.
Why wouldn´t he just tell her........
*******************************************
Riddick had been right. Three days ago they´d gotten into space,
after doing some
doubtful buisness, buying some doubtful things.
The only things Jack wanted was music....Skylar´s favorite music and
ofcourse...headphones, just so Riddick wouldn´t slice her throat
and the peaceful Iman turn into a vicious lunatic. Skylar, why in fuck
did she still hurt when ever she thought about that girl?
Music could have some strange effects.
Like Skylar...when she danced......when she and Macy had danced.....
she´d only been five, she still remembered the fresh memory.
While mom was still alive.
Space surrounding them...riddick piloting, Iman silently praying and she,
just listening to her music.
Wonderful....the memory.
------------------------
A five year old Jack, sitting and clapping her head, raised on 20th centurt rock.
Her eleven year old sister dancing with her best friend, Macy.
Skunk something.
How wonderful, the power in the air. mom crying at them to turn it down.
Jumping, bouncing and singing along.
Skylar grabbing her, holding her and making her jump along.
LAughter mixing in. Macy smiling, all of them smiling.
Until dad came home.
The house turned quiet, mom grew pale and Skylar hateful.
Macy crawled out the window with regret.
fun time over.
Quiet.
-------------------------
-What are you thinking about, Child?
Iman´s much so gentle voice shattered her thought process before it had been
carried off to the bad times.
-Nothin´ really, just the past
Jack dazed right off, back to sleep, hearing Riddick and Iman discuss her future.
-We can not leave this child to the orphanage mr riddick,
she´ll fade and die
-We agree on that much
Riddick´s voice not too gentle.
-But she´s not going with me old man
Jack´s voice cried within her.
-She will not be happy with me, i am a man of religion and little travel,
she is a wanderer in her
nature, so much like yourself.
-Well, my life ain´t a life she want´s, she might think so, but the kid
forgets who i am..a murderer
Iman´s heavy sigh, nrearly of surrender, cut into Jack.
-You are more of a human than many people i´ve met mr Riddick, she needs you.
-Maybe she does, but i sure as fuck don´t need some kid in my way
The cry within Jack transformed into a tear.