Pitch Black Obscure anticipation
Chapter 1 Face of addiction
Disclamer....don´t own this and if i did, i´d have lots of money,
but skylar and macy ARE MINE..MINE..ALL M I NE!!!!!! oops...forgot to
take my happy pills....
This happend about three years after the prolog....and blah
Figure out the rest.
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Jack´s music pounded the roof, filled the air, her favoritre song,
Skylar´s favorite song echoed.
Skin and maxim´s calm and queasy.
Her eyes closed and her shoulder leanght hair moving with the rest of her.
Subtle movements, curves bend.
Anger and filth covering her name, her face, her mind.
Riddick wasn´t home. Probably out somewhere, killing someone.
Living with him was OK, kind of fun too. he ,at least, was more of a
human than most men she´d encountered.
he treated her like an intellectual person, cared about her,
tought her things. However, she did surprise him a little....the things
she knew. Sure, the pocket theft was no freaggin surprise,
but that she knew how to kill in 14 different ways on top
of her head came as a surprise, even to herself.
Skylar....she´d tought her all sorts of shit, all, all sorts of shit
through her digital letters.
Jack´s anger begun to streach into more turbulent movements.
Brown eyes staring at the conflicted world around her form.
They were living in place for bad people, ironically, it was the safest
place, by now people knew that messing with the ´Michaels´as they called
themselves, was a death sentance.
She remembered that man, who´d tried to rape her once, a very so cloudy day.
Three days later he was found, in pieces, his arms had litterally been cut of his body.
Three years.
-I´ll be turning eighteen
She whispered to herself, in deep thought. Sitting down on her bed, the same song playing over and over.
The image of Skylar and her friend killing dad. the memory chilling through her young soul.
How in fuck could she still feel that way? Pain searing through her so
intensely. She´d just read a message from her older sister.
Something about her boyfriend comming back soon....
something about kicking Riddick in the balls if he were fucking her
or was it weren´t.....?
something indicating that she´d gone over the edge
again.
Something about new year...metting...at a club...somewhere.
The bitch didn´t even mention where...Skylar gone crazy. Skylar, crazy.
Heavy throughts dyed her face with misery. No matter how much she hated
Skylar and Macy, she still couldn´t help but feel the pang of pain when
she read her sister´s letters. The pain knowing that Skylar soon would
visit the thousand hells of insanity *just like me, soon*.
soon.
The cravings within her exploding in her braincells.
The money for the electricity bill and the liqour store on the corner.
That would get her mind of Skylar.
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Crazy kid
rebellious teenager
Troublesome girl
In the way.
Somehow, not a little sister.
One might think that Riddick would start to care for Jack as a sibling.
But no. Sure, he loved the kid, just not in that way.
which was....bothering.
The bloodied knife resting within his jacket. The people hadn´t had a clue,
or a chance.
Drugdealers.
A nice sum of money, from the surviving rivals, in his other pocket.
Clean cut and dirty.
Very so satisfyed with his kill riddick strolled along, his mind roaming over
many things. Some trivial, other´s of greater importance. Such as Jack´s
approaching eighteen birhtday and how stubborn she´d become.
Not just rebellious, but pure outright difficult.
Sarcasm woke in his thoughts. Maybe Iman had known that she´d grow into
a real pain and decided to dump her on a multi murderer?
Silevery eyes stared into blackness covered with incredible colors
and a single, moving form.
His eyes following it with interest, obviously hiding from him.
A mere thief?
No. No thief moved like that. Like a cat with some rather rigid movements.
A drug addict?
No fucking way, those wouldn´t have such perciseness in their stalking.
A female.
A rather delicate female. Couldn´t be Jack, this one was slightly taller
and Jack´s movements were softer.
Perfume caught his senses, interestinly familiar, a flash of Jack´s smile
crossed his mind. First an unknown whisper.
then.
-Riddick
The ghost of a dead girl stared at him. His jaws locked, a dead girl.
A single blink of an eyes.
Gone.
Shaking the vision of his broad shoulders, wondering if his mentality were
slipping, again.
The doors gave in softly to his palm. The appartment completely dark.
Perhaps because they didn´t have electricity.
Damn it Jack.
He didn´t give much care for the light, never had, never would,
but food and such were a different thing.
He clearly saw her out faded form, leaning over the kitchen table.
Already he smelled the alcahole in the air.
Dead drunk. The vodka bottle empty and the glass splattered over the ground.
So teh kid had gone and bought vodka instead of paying the fucking bill.
-Jack
He shoke her shoulder, doubting that she were concious at all.
Naturally, no real response, just her sleep drowned voice, exhausted.
-fuckh you
-Damn it kid, you just had to go and get drunk.
Pulling her up, forcing her to stand into her tooth pick feet that
constantly kept on breaking on their way to her bedroom.
he dumped her on the bed then slowly pulled her dirty boots off.
her skin under his fingers, so incredibly smooth.
He siled, hissed at himself in sarcasm.
standing up, going back out.
-Riddick?
Her voice a little clearer, oh, what a perfect time to sober up.
-I need to...can you tell...ah...fuck it
Jack surrendered to sleep as Richard B. riddick went back out.
To kill people,
to serve his appetite.
Sensing his own heart beat in his head, all caused by her innocent face.
How he hated that feeling. Hated wanting to destroy the only thing
that kept him amongst humanity.
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remembering.........
-got you!
-fuck you!
-What are you doing?
-Looking at stuff
-what sorta stuff?
-nothing much, serial killers, famous criminals, general psycos.
-yack!
-Oh really. you don´t say, you should see some of these pictures
they´d make you stay up for weeks.
-Then why are you lookin´at´em?
-Don´t you ever shut up.
Big brown wounded eyes stared up into the pitch black ones above her.
-Sorry Jack, i´m just wondering what makes killers tick, that´s all
-Dad´s right, you´re kinky
The blackness filled with hate.
-*Daddy* is right
filth, so damn dirty and pure, her little sister´s words.
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Cleaning her gun in calamity. No need to hurry, not gonna die just yet.
*Not until HE is dead*
-fucking dead bastards.
In jail, ironic how that just that saved the asshole. Filling her very so
vicious home made gun up with very so nasty bullets.
-just have to get her...convince her...hope Riddick won´t chew my guts out,
get Macy, get the freaking codes, which Macy has, find the damn place,
which the old fucker knows where is, which means we need to get him...
after that....
Doors closed, a white 3o year old male walked in from the bathroom,
only a grey towel covering his dickheaded waist.
Surprise on his face. Concern in his sky blue eyes.
-Hun, that´s a gun, you really should put it down
She loaded it, smiled.
-Oh really
The man´s face turned into that of a petrified creature, like most of her
victims, just before she blew their brains out. And she did just that.
She didn´t bother to clean up the mess her former husband left behind.
All she needed was to find her.
her
her
him.
Pulling her short blond hair into a sleak ponytail, staring into the mirror.
-I need to eat more
At that she stepped over the bleeding body and ledt the building, leaving
footprints of blood behind her.
Time for a family reunion.
Chapter 1 Face of addiction
Disclamer....don´t own this and if i did, i´d have lots of money,
but skylar and macy ARE MINE..MINE..ALL M I NE!!!!!! oops...forgot to
take my happy pills....
This happend about three years after the prolog....and blah
Figure out the rest.
******************************************************************
Jack´s music pounded the roof, filled the air, her favoritre song,
Skylar´s favorite song echoed.
Skin and maxim´s calm and queasy.
Her eyes closed and her shoulder leanght hair moving with the rest of her.
Subtle movements, curves bend.
Anger and filth covering her name, her face, her mind.
Riddick wasn´t home. Probably out somewhere, killing someone.
Living with him was OK, kind of fun too. he ,at least, was more of a
human than most men she´d encountered.
he treated her like an intellectual person, cared about her,
tought her things. However, she did surprise him a little....the things
she knew. Sure, the pocket theft was no freaggin surprise,
but that she knew how to kill in 14 different ways on top
of her head came as a surprise, even to herself.
Skylar....she´d tought her all sorts of shit, all, all sorts of shit
through her digital letters.
Jack´s anger begun to streach into more turbulent movements.
Brown eyes staring at the conflicted world around her form.
They were living in place for bad people, ironically, it was the safest
place, by now people knew that messing with the ´Michaels´as they called
themselves, was a death sentance.
She remembered that man, who´d tried to rape her once, a very so cloudy day.
Three days later he was found, in pieces, his arms had litterally been cut of his body.
Three years.
-I´ll be turning eighteen
She whispered to herself, in deep thought. Sitting down on her bed, the same song playing over and over.
The image of Skylar and her friend killing dad. the memory chilling through her young soul.
How in fuck could she still feel that way? Pain searing through her so
intensely. She´d just read a message from her older sister.
Something about her boyfriend comming back soon....
something about kicking Riddick in the balls if he were fucking her
or was it weren´t.....?
something indicating that she´d gone over the edge
again.
Something about new year...metting...at a club...somewhere.
The bitch didn´t even mention where...Skylar gone crazy. Skylar, crazy.
Heavy throughts dyed her face with misery. No matter how much she hated
Skylar and Macy, she still couldn´t help but feel the pang of pain when
she read her sister´s letters. The pain knowing that Skylar soon would
visit the thousand hells of insanity *just like me, soon*.
soon.
The cravings within her exploding in her braincells.
The money for the electricity bill and the liqour store on the corner.
That would get her mind of Skylar.
***********************************
Crazy kid
rebellious teenager
Troublesome girl
In the way.
Somehow, not a little sister.
One might think that Riddick would start to care for Jack as a sibling.
But no. Sure, he loved the kid, just not in that way.
which was....bothering.
The bloodied knife resting within his jacket. The people hadn´t had a clue,
or a chance.
Drugdealers.
A nice sum of money, from the surviving rivals, in his other pocket.
Clean cut and dirty.
Very so satisfyed with his kill riddick strolled along, his mind roaming over
many things. Some trivial, other´s of greater importance. Such as Jack´s
approaching eighteen birhtday and how stubborn she´d become.
Not just rebellious, but pure outright difficult.
Sarcasm woke in his thoughts. Maybe Iman had known that she´d grow into
a real pain and decided to dump her on a multi murderer?
Silevery eyes stared into blackness covered with incredible colors
and a single, moving form.
His eyes following it with interest, obviously hiding from him.
A mere thief?
No. No thief moved like that. Like a cat with some rather rigid movements.
A drug addict?
No fucking way, those wouldn´t have such perciseness in their stalking.
A female.
A rather delicate female. Couldn´t be Jack, this one was slightly taller
and Jack´s movements were softer.
Perfume caught his senses, interestinly familiar, a flash of Jack´s smile
crossed his mind. First an unknown whisper.
then.
-Riddick
The ghost of a dead girl stared at him. His jaws locked, a dead girl.
A single blink of an eyes.
Gone.
Shaking the vision of his broad shoulders, wondering if his mentality were
slipping, again.
The doors gave in softly to his palm. The appartment completely dark.
Perhaps because they didn´t have electricity.
Damn it Jack.
He didn´t give much care for the light, never had, never would,
but food and such were a different thing.
He clearly saw her out faded form, leaning over the kitchen table.
Already he smelled the alcahole in the air.
Dead drunk. The vodka bottle empty and the glass splattered over the ground.
So teh kid had gone and bought vodka instead of paying the fucking bill.
-Jack
He shoke her shoulder, doubting that she were concious at all.
Naturally, no real response, just her sleep drowned voice, exhausted.
-fuckh you
-Damn it kid, you just had to go and get drunk.
Pulling her up, forcing her to stand into her tooth pick feet that
constantly kept on breaking on their way to her bedroom.
he dumped her on the bed then slowly pulled her dirty boots off.
her skin under his fingers, so incredibly smooth.
He siled, hissed at himself in sarcasm.
standing up, going back out.
-Riddick?
Her voice a little clearer, oh, what a perfect time to sober up.
-I need to...can you tell...ah...fuck it
Jack surrendered to sleep as Richard B. riddick went back out.
To kill people,
to serve his appetite.
Sensing his own heart beat in his head, all caused by her innocent face.
How he hated that feeling. Hated wanting to destroy the only thing
that kept him amongst humanity.
-----------------------------
remembering.........
-got you!
-fuck you!
-What are you doing?
-Looking at stuff
-what sorta stuff?
-nothing much, serial killers, famous criminals, general psycos.
-yack!
-Oh really. you don´t say, you should see some of these pictures
they´d make you stay up for weeks.
-Then why are you lookin´at´em?
-Don´t you ever shut up.
Big brown wounded eyes stared up into the pitch black ones above her.
-Sorry Jack, i´m just wondering what makes killers tick, that´s all
-Dad´s right, you´re kinky
The blackness filled with hate.
-*Daddy* is right
filth, so damn dirty and pure, her little sister´s words.
-----------------------------------
Cleaning her gun in calamity. No need to hurry, not gonna die just yet.
*Not until HE is dead*
-fucking dead bastards.
In jail, ironic how that just that saved the asshole. Filling her very so
vicious home made gun up with very so nasty bullets.
-just have to get her...convince her...hope Riddick won´t chew my guts out,
get Macy, get the freaking codes, which Macy has, find the damn place,
which the old fucker knows where is, which means we need to get him...
after that....
Doors closed, a white 3o year old male walked in from the bathroom,
only a grey towel covering his dickheaded waist.
Surprise on his face. Concern in his sky blue eyes.
-Hun, that´s a gun, you really should put it down
She loaded it, smiled.
-Oh really
The man´s face turned into that of a petrified creature, like most of her
victims, just before she blew their brains out. And she did just that.
She didn´t bother to clean up the mess her former husband left behind.
All she needed was to find her.
her
her
him.
Pulling her short blond hair into a sleak ponytail, staring into the mirror.
-I need to eat more
At that she stepped over the bleeding body and ledt the building, leaving
footprints of blood behind her.
Time for a family reunion.