Chapter II '
This new years wow
Bright light. Too fucking bright. Hang-overs kissing every single sense
Jack had.
-About time you woke up
Riddick sitting in the darkest corner, looking at her with some
dissapointment and a lot of anger.
-Wha? What time is it?
*Oh shit, i´m in trouble..again*
-This was your last shot kid
Blankly she stared at his cold face.
It hit her like a bucket of ice. Last chance....Slim fingers squeezed the
blankets tightly, feeling ´em cutting into her skin along with
the trembling anxiety.
Last chance.
-Shit, Riddick, no, i won´t get drunk again, i promise.
-Too late
he spoke harshly as he stood up. Jack climbing on her feet.
Hoping that facing him just might soften him up.
-C´mon Riddick, it ain´t like you don´t get drunk
That was just it. With all the anger that was within him exploded.
he pinned her fragile frame up against the wall.
So sudden that genuine fear crashed upon her brown eyes.
His voice barely above a whisper.
-If you´re gonna stick with me kid then you better pull your fucking
act together, cuz if you don´t, there´s no fucking way to tell what´s
gonna happen next time you get drunk.
Her scent, the same perfume he´d smelled the night earlier. For a short
moment it filled every single sense. Pushing her away, Jack crashed
violently on her bed. He didn´t even bother to look at her again.
Just slammed the doors like a regular angry human being and locked them.
Throwing herself at the doors, kicking at them, slamming her fists,
screaming.
-RIDDICK! RIDDICK YOU GOD DAMN ASSHOLE!
from the other side of the doors she heard his soft voice reply, echoing in
wrath.
-got to sleep Jack
That pissed her off more than she herself understood.
-FUCK YOU RIDDICK!
her voice already sounding sore. Such did her mind feel. Sore from too
much drinking.
-OH, AND GUESS WHAT, MY NEW YEARS WOWE IS GONNA BE "I FUCKING HATE YOU"
She would have regretted her words had she seen his reaction.
His fist smashed the only mirror in the house and his face possessed
by some unfamiliar expression. Frightening.
********************
Somewhere around dinner time she started to bang the doors, her legs
nudging together.
-Riddick, i need to go to the fucking bathroom
Silently her prison guard opened the cell. He looked rather much like shit,
tired, exhausted and naturally, pissed off. She smiled, hoping
it would fix something, hopefully his mood.
-Don´t try try anything.
-God, what the fuck could i do...c´mon, i need to pee!
*What the fuck should i try? Crawl out a window that´s smaller than my head?*
She grinned, and had a very simple plan. Ofcourse, she could now lock the
doors from inside. her mind swirling around the last time that he´d locked
her in her room, for three days. She admittied that it had worked.
She hadn´t gotten drunk again after that, until now.
Remembering was just so fucking painful. Perhaps he´d be softer on her if
she´d tell him the whole god damn truth, or maybe he´d just go completely
cold on her for keeping such secrets from him. Coz they didn´t hide secrets
from each other. Riddick didn´t lie to her, and neither did she really....
she just didn´t tell the whole truth.
Silently she opened the med kit, grabbing couple of things.
Morphine, the little they had.
Other painkillers and addictive things.
grabbing the shiv Riddick used to shave his head.
Then, crawled out the AC.......
The silence botherd him. Usually some breaking of tears would have crashed
upon the bathroom sink.
There were none. Not a single sound carried through the air.
not even her bitter sweet warm breath. Thoughts started to pull at his mind.
Her
her
just...her. Every single curve of her body.
Forcefully he let the thoughts blurr out. Just a child, the kid´s just
a child.
No need to check on her. He knew she´d be gone, knew where he´d find her
drugged up shell.
*************************
Skipping thorough the roughest streets in the galaxy.
Blood smearing the streets.
Singing...singing....attractive little girl singing.
All the pills were gone....*Where did the candy go?*
Eyes teared with morphine stared at the dancing faery, not believing it
had the possability to be real.
The faery looked back. Eyes strange....like Riddick´s eyes, bu t n oo ne
h a d ey e sl ik e Rid d ic k!
Strands of long blue hair fell down the pale faery sholders.
face
to
fucking
face.
Those eyes..oh...oh...eyes. Pretty!
Her own eyes, brown and hazy, big.
Brown short hair swirling in the eternal circle of mystical irises.
Pale pink lips smiling like a pair of idiots.
Blink.
Blink blink.
Gone.
A deep breath into her tear tasting mouth. *Why did i even go out?
Not to piss off Riddick, i hate fighting with him*
-Coz you´re gonna go and see your sister-
*oh, yes, that´s why i have the shiv, isn´t it*
-Yeah, you´re gonna kill her, gut her dead-
*She killed dad, that´s why*
-But she´s still your sister-
*She´s still insane*
-Aren´t you gonna go that way too? She did, mom did, why not you-
*I´m not gonna go crazy, i´m smarter than she is and besides, Riddick won´t
let me go psycoh*
-Hah! What´s Riddick gotta do with it horny little whore-
Cheeks burning red, arguing with herself until she arrived at her usual
party place.
*****************************
-Hey, pretty girl!
Sitting at the bar, getting drunk, drunker and worse. Yet, not feeling
at thing.
Drug addiction, alcaholism, hookering, killing, twas all l l in the family.
Daddy´s side, that WAS.
Truth to be told, Jack was probably the only honest person in the Menaski
family.
The rest was just shit.
-Another one
Just like her.
And just like most of her now mostly deceased family members on her daddy´s
side, she slammed tha glass down on the table.
Nearly cracked.
A much so unattractive dickhead sat by her, in one of the empty seats
surrounding her beautiful being.
-Wazz up!
Sullen eyes stared right across the very so much so unattractive dickhead.
-Not your little fellow
her voice only a mumble in the drowingin crowd, yet, somehow ditectable
by that dickhead, just so barely.
His white wiped clean hand passed out into thin air.
-I´m Norm, i´m a pilot
Some men just didn´t pick up vibes. Specially not soul dark completely space
chilled vibes.
Her body took a sleek turn towards the man, just after finishing her new
glass in a single sip.
Watching his eyes like a wanton when she wiped the alcahol from the corner
of her mouth.
-Hello Norm, I´m Stacy and i´m a serial killer
He backed off, got shocked.
Damn pilots, getting drunk and going where ever they could get cheap alcahol.
His life for sure was cheap.
He was a man, and wasn´t Macy.
Cheap fuckers.
Short nailed fingers locked around the bartender´s neck, pulled the boy
close.
-You see that pilot whimp over there.
-Sure, why not
Sarcasm smiling in a cracked voice.
-Well he´s gonna pay my bill.
At those hostile remarks she stormed off to the dance floor.
**************************************
The cold air seized every single cell of his skin, yet he did not
notice, or care.
The darkness hid many interesting little killers, but he didn´t care.
he knew he could take them, with out thought, with out regret.
Just like he knew that no one but Jack would regret his death.
Quite different with Carolyn. From great distance he had observed her
memorial, along with Jack and Iman.
The last time all of them had gotten together.
All to see just how many people would miss Carolyn. Parents, siblings,
old friends, men that had probably been banging her at one time or the other.
*Not for me*
But her heart had been all too human, decided to sacrifice her life for
someone whom noone would miss..except for Jack.
His mind swirling with hundreds of thoughts. Had it been worth it?
Sure as hell that he hadn´t redeemd himself, probablu because he had
no intention of turning into a model citizen.
no.
Crime was what he lived in, spinned in, breathed in. The way he´d lived his
whole fucking life. Killing, the smell of blood delighted him.
Like a perfume on a woman´s skin......Jack´s skin.
That kid had been the substance of his humanity. Now on days he looked for
an excuse to kill, not simply because he felt the urge to feel alive,
not because the blood felt tingly warm on his fingers.
no.
But because if he would give into the burning bloodlust Carolyn´s death
would be nothing but a stain on a crowded street.
And Jack, Jack would be somewhere far from safe.
Jack...no longer just a kid.æ No, a girl heading just the same path as most
scum, and Jack did not belong in that part of life.
her eyes were too sweet for that.
Despite all of her anger she was the most humane person he´d ever encounterd.
She was trying everything to destroy it.
Every time he looked at her she had some sort of a distorted pain to her.
Odd, how the kid was clever.
Everything had failed except institutions and sending her to one of those
would be a death sentance.
His only resort was to lock her in until she´d be sober and talk with her.
So far she´d been sober for three months.
Then from the fucking deep space blue moon she´d decided to get herself
fucking drunk.
As if that weren´t enought, she would go to the same palce over and over
again.
A fucked up drug addict runaway from reality. Good to know where to find her,
good to know the right people. But to do this when it came to survival skills!
This time all this shit would be different. He´d drag her sorry ass home
and make her pack.
They were leaving this dump.
***********************
Smoky air greeted his thick senses. The irregular flashes of light forbade
him to take the sunglasses off. All he had to look for would be her scent.
That perfume she always wore.
Heavy and musky, intoxicating.
The way she´d dance, soft and gentel moves covered with her addiction.
A faint trace of her scent drew him deeper into the crowd. he felt as if
she were within his grasp. just a few more inches.
The scent faded out and became nothing more than the sticky, mixed
sweat of the mass.
*********************
*god damn hardheaded fucker*
This pilot jackass had been bothering her since she´d sat down by the bar.
Insisting that he knew her and how she´d been a bad girl.
-Look, FUCK you and leave me alone.
His drewling mouth tried to form words that barely could be understood.
-Wha! Do ih righ hee?
Eyes rolling in their sockets.
-Look, Jack ass, my best friend is a dangerous Killer called richard. B Riddick
and he just might kill you if you don´t stop hitting on me and if yo don´t
stop hitting on me he mmight kill you, or maybe i should just kill you
coz if Riddick is Riddick he really shouldn´t give a fuck about me and.....
The man´s face paler than pale.
-Sure..why why why not.
His eyes staring above her head. She already knew his presence enought knowing
for sure that it was him.
*Oh, great, Richard B Riddick´s here to drag mu sorry behind home..not gona
happen*
NOt even looking at him she headed for the dance floor. A hard grip on her
upper harm.
With a pull she ripped it loose.
It would leave a bruise, her sleve now torn.
*Fuck you riddick, you don´t care about me, juts about carolyn, keeping
your fucking promise to her, shit*
There for she decided to completely ignored Riddick.
*Can´t go and break my new years wove, can i*
Soon enough her mind didn´t care about anything, both high and drunk.
Jack danced to the singer´s voice, the day of mass murderer dedicated to
Skylar. *So, that´s how she figured i´d find her, arrogant bitch* Flashes
of her deeds crawling across the screen.
Surprisingly, they didn´t mention their fahter´s murder,which
was kind of odd, this club was known to be the sickest in the galwaxy amongst the
underground. There were even fucking family photos, so why not
to pride her off the *sick* deed of killing her own family?.
And they didn´t even include Macy. Not enought killing?
Not enough pain?
Not enough blood?
Even Riddick had had his
night. Now that had been Sick, but fun.
Being able to dance and really know what was true or not.
A circle formed around a desolated girl, Jack stared at her.
The dancing was fucking fantastic. None of the crowd probably realized that
this was mrs Serial Killer herself, not just a fucking go-go girl in
the middle of the crowd.
Her moves swift, though a little rigid.
calm and queasy. Just the way her stomach felt.
calm and fucking queasy.
Skylar´s blood red lips moving to the song.
-I´m just like her.
Black eyes found those she´d been looking for,
Jack´s, and behind her a forceful shade stood. Riddick.
-Jack!
Riddick trying to get through to her, but Jack´s eyes were glued to
the dancer, until her graceful presence mingled with the
filthy crowd and dissapeared.
-Jack, drop the fucking act!
Yes, Riddick was pissed off. Even more so than before.
No fucking wonder.
The shadow of her older sister passed out the doors.
-NO!
Jack´s feet started to run with out even thinking, Riddick promptly following
in a fast but calm pace.
-WAIT!
Skylar only left her shadow to her kid sister to find.
Footsteps screaming through her head. Riddick? Skylar? Or just a drunk?
Stumbling over herself, drunk and high.
Drunk and high.
Queasy and not calm at all.
An out chilled blade pushed at her neck ever so gently. A dirty teethed simle
faced her and a foul smell.
-How nice of you to drop by.
Frozen. All those things going through her head.
-Stand up bitch!
Staggering up to her feet. Break his nose, push it into his freaggin brain.
Slice his throat. Stab him in the throat. Kick him in the fucking kneecaps!
Do something for FUCK´S SAKE!
Jack couldn´t get her body to do as she bid. A sleazy wall licked her back.
Cold.
Trying to rip the clothes off her, off his dirty body.
Trying to...
-Damn it
Shaking a "fly" off his shoulder. A knife napped on his other shoulders.
-Fucking flies!
Trying so hard..so so hard.
-Not. Quite.
Turning around, seeing a woman, so terribly thin, so terribly beautiful,
so fucking insane.
He smiled.
Asshole.
all of his kind.
-Come to join the party?
She smiled, her eyes shining with something that demanded blood.
-Ofcourse. Except, you´re gonna be fucked.
Her shiv smiling in the clouded moonlight. Jack sank down to the street.
Too shocked too even cry.
Blood clashed with the wall, a fine streak splashed by a fine blade.
Clutching his throat, covered in blood, dying.
Skylar just licked the blade like a fucking lolipop.
She was a kid watching a movie licking her lolipop.
When she´d made sure the bastard was dead she turned to Jack.
-ARE YOU FUCKING STUPD!
The scream unexpected, so was Riddicks arrival and his shiv´s touch to
Skylar´s neck. Only a grin was carried from Skylar´s pale lips.
-DON´T
Jack´s voice sore, and surprising, to herself.
-She´s my sister.
A strange expression swallowed Riddicks face. His eyes wandered to Jack
in clear suspicion. Then to Skylar. Seeing just how simular they were.
-Why, Riddick, you gonna forget me this soon?
-Skylar.
A voice of a dark soul crawled through the night.
-Yeah Skylar
This new years wow
Bright light. Too fucking bright. Hang-overs kissing every single sense
Jack had.
-About time you woke up
Riddick sitting in the darkest corner, looking at her with some
dissapointment and a lot of anger.
-Wha? What time is it?
*Oh shit, i´m in trouble..again*
-This was your last shot kid
Blankly she stared at his cold face.
It hit her like a bucket of ice. Last chance....Slim fingers squeezed the
blankets tightly, feeling ´em cutting into her skin along with
the trembling anxiety.
Last chance.
-Shit, Riddick, no, i won´t get drunk again, i promise.
-Too late
he spoke harshly as he stood up. Jack climbing on her feet.
Hoping that facing him just might soften him up.
-C´mon Riddick, it ain´t like you don´t get drunk
That was just it. With all the anger that was within him exploded.
he pinned her fragile frame up against the wall.
So sudden that genuine fear crashed upon her brown eyes.
His voice barely above a whisper.
-If you´re gonna stick with me kid then you better pull your fucking
act together, cuz if you don´t, there´s no fucking way to tell what´s
gonna happen next time you get drunk.
Her scent, the same perfume he´d smelled the night earlier. For a short
moment it filled every single sense. Pushing her away, Jack crashed
violently on her bed. He didn´t even bother to look at her again.
Just slammed the doors like a regular angry human being and locked them.
Throwing herself at the doors, kicking at them, slamming her fists,
screaming.
-RIDDICK! RIDDICK YOU GOD DAMN ASSHOLE!
from the other side of the doors she heard his soft voice reply, echoing in
wrath.
-got to sleep Jack
That pissed her off more than she herself understood.
-FUCK YOU RIDDICK!
her voice already sounding sore. Such did her mind feel. Sore from too
much drinking.
-OH, AND GUESS WHAT, MY NEW YEARS WOWE IS GONNA BE "I FUCKING HATE YOU"
She would have regretted her words had she seen his reaction.
His fist smashed the only mirror in the house and his face possessed
by some unfamiliar expression. Frightening.
********************
Somewhere around dinner time she started to bang the doors, her legs
nudging together.
-Riddick, i need to go to the fucking bathroom
Silently her prison guard opened the cell. He looked rather much like shit,
tired, exhausted and naturally, pissed off. She smiled, hoping
it would fix something, hopefully his mood.
-Don´t try try anything.
-God, what the fuck could i do...c´mon, i need to pee!
*What the fuck should i try? Crawl out a window that´s smaller than my head?*
She grinned, and had a very simple plan. Ofcourse, she could now lock the
doors from inside. her mind swirling around the last time that he´d locked
her in her room, for three days. She admittied that it had worked.
She hadn´t gotten drunk again after that, until now.
Remembering was just so fucking painful. Perhaps he´d be softer on her if
she´d tell him the whole god damn truth, or maybe he´d just go completely
cold on her for keeping such secrets from him. Coz they didn´t hide secrets
from each other. Riddick didn´t lie to her, and neither did she really....
she just didn´t tell the whole truth.
Silently she opened the med kit, grabbing couple of things.
Morphine, the little they had.
Other painkillers and addictive things.
grabbing the shiv Riddick used to shave his head.
Then, crawled out the AC.......
The silence botherd him. Usually some breaking of tears would have crashed
upon the bathroom sink.
There were none. Not a single sound carried through the air.
not even her bitter sweet warm breath. Thoughts started to pull at his mind.
Her
her
just...her. Every single curve of her body.
Forcefully he let the thoughts blurr out. Just a child, the kid´s just
a child.
No need to check on her. He knew she´d be gone, knew where he´d find her
drugged up shell.
*************************
Skipping thorough the roughest streets in the galaxy.
Blood smearing the streets.
Singing...singing....attractive little girl singing.
All the pills were gone....*Where did the candy go?*
Eyes teared with morphine stared at the dancing faery, not believing it
had the possability to be real.
The faery looked back. Eyes strange....like Riddick´s eyes, bu t n oo ne
h a d ey e sl ik e Rid d ic k!
Strands of long blue hair fell down the pale faery sholders.
face
to
fucking
face.
Those eyes..oh...oh...eyes. Pretty!
Her own eyes, brown and hazy, big.
Brown short hair swirling in the eternal circle of mystical irises.
Pale pink lips smiling like a pair of idiots.
Blink.
Blink blink.
Gone.
A deep breath into her tear tasting mouth. *Why did i even go out?
Not to piss off Riddick, i hate fighting with him*
-Coz you´re gonna go and see your sister-
*oh, yes, that´s why i have the shiv, isn´t it*
-Yeah, you´re gonna kill her, gut her dead-
*She killed dad, that´s why*
-But she´s still your sister-
*She´s still insane*
-Aren´t you gonna go that way too? She did, mom did, why not you-
*I´m not gonna go crazy, i´m smarter than she is and besides, Riddick won´t
let me go psycoh*
-Hah! What´s Riddick gotta do with it horny little whore-
Cheeks burning red, arguing with herself until she arrived at her usual
party place.
*****************************
-Hey, pretty girl!
Sitting at the bar, getting drunk, drunker and worse. Yet, not feeling
at thing.
Drug addiction, alcaholism, hookering, killing, twas all l l in the family.
Daddy´s side, that WAS.
Truth to be told, Jack was probably the only honest person in the Menaski
family.
The rest was just shit.
-Another one
Just like her.
And just like most of her now mostly deceased family members on her daddy´s
side, she slammed tha glass down on the table.
Nearly cracked.
A much so unattractive dickhead sat by her, in one of the empty seats
surrounding her beautiful being.
-Wazz up!
Sullen eyes stared right across the very so much so unattractive dickhead.
-Not your little fellow
her voice only a mumble in the drowingin crowd, yet, somehow ditectable
by that dickhead, just so barely.
His white wiped clean hand passed out into thin air.
-I´m Norm, i´m a pilot
Some men just didn´t pick up vibes. Specially not soul dark completely space
chilled vibes.
Her body took a sleek turn towards the man, just after finishing her new
glass in a single sip.
Watching his eyes like a wanton when she wiped the alcahol from the corner
of her mouth.
-Hello Norm, I´m Stacy and i´m a serial killer
He backed off, got shocked.
Damn pilots, getting drunk and going where ever they could get cheap alcahol.
His life for sure was cheap.
He was a man, and wasn´t Macy.
Cheap fuckers.
Short nailed fingers locked around the bartender´s neck, pulled the boy
close.
-You see that pilot whimp over there.
-Sure, why not
Sarcasm smiling in a cracked voice.
-Well he´s gonna pay my bill.
At those hostile remarks she stormed off to the dance floor.
**************************************
The cold air seized every single cell of his skin, yet he did not
notice, or care.
The darkness hid many interesting little killers, but he didn´t care.
he knew he could take them, with out thought, with out regret.
Just like he knew that no one but Jack would regret his death.
Quite different with Carolyn. From great distance he had observed her
memorial, along with Jack and Iman.
The last time all of them had gotten together.
All to see just how many people would miss Carolyn. Parents, siblings,
old friends, men that had probably been banging her at one time or the other.
*Not for me*
But her heart had been all too human, decided to sacrifice her life for
someone whom noone would miss..except for Jack.
His mind swirling with hundreds of thoughts. Had it been worth it?
Sure as hell that he hadn´t redeemd himself, probablu because he had
no intention of turning into a model citizen.
no.
Crime was what he lived in, spinned in, breathed in. The way he´d lived his
whole fucking life. Killing, the smell of blood delighted him.
Like a perfume on a woman´s skin......Jack´s skin.
That kid had been the substance of his humanity. Now on days he looked for
an excuse to kill, not simply because he felt the urge to feel alive,
not because the blood felt tingly warm on his fingers.
no.
But because if he would give into the burning bloodlust Carolyn´s death
would be nothing but a stain on a crowded street.
And Jack, Jack would be somewhere far from safe.
Jack...no longer just a kid.æ No, a girl heading just the same path as most
scum, and Jack did not belong in that part of life.
her eyes were too sweet for that.
Despite all of her anger she was the most humane person he´d ever encounterd.
She was trying everything to destroy it.
Every time he looked at her she had some sort of a distorted pain to her.
Odd, how the kid was clever.
Everything had failed except institutions and sending her to one of those
would be a death sentance.
His only resort was to lock her in until she´d be sober and talk with her.
So far she´d been sober for three months.
Then from the fucking deep space blue moon she´d decided to get herself
fucking drunk.
As if that weren´t enought, she would go to the same palce over and over
again.
A fucked up drug addict runaway from reality. Good to know where to find her,
good to know the right people. But to do this when it came to survival skills!
This time all this shit would be different. He´d drag her sorry ass home
and make her pack.
They were leaving this dump.
***********************
Smoky air greeted his thick senses. The irregular flashes of light forbade
him to take the sunglasses off. All he had to look for would be her scent.
That perfume she always wore.
Heavy and musky, intoxicating.
The way she´d dance, soft and gentel moves covered with her addiction.
A faint trace of her scent drew him deeper into the crowd. he felt as if
she were within his grasp. just a few more inches.
The scent faded out and became nothing more than the sticky, mixed
sweat of the mass.
*********************
*god damn hardheaded fucker*
This pilot jackass had been bothering her since she´d sat down by the bar.
Insisting that he knew her and how she´d been a bad girl.
-Look, FUCK you and leave me alone.
His drewling mouth tried to form words that barely could be understood.
-Wha! Do ih righ hee?
Eyes rolling in their sockets.
-Look, Jack ass, my best friend is a dangerous Killer called richard. B Riddick
and he just might kill you if you don´t stop hitting on me and if yo don´t
stop hitting on me he mmight kill you, or maybe i should just kill you
coz if Riddick is Riddick he really shouldn´t give a fuck about me and.....
The man´s face paler than pale.
-Sure..why why why not.
His eyes staring above her head. She already knew his presence enought knowing
for sure that it was him.
*Oh, great, Richard B Riddick´s here to drag mu sorry behind home..not gona
happen*
NOt even looking at him she headed for the dance floor. A hard grip on her
upper harm.
With a pull she ripped it loose.
It would leave a bruise, her sleve now torn.
*Fuck you riddick, you don´t care about me, juts about carolyn, keeping
your fucking promise to her, shit*
There for she decided to completely ignored Riddick.
*Can´t go and break my new years wove, can i*
Soon enough her mind didn´t care about anything, both high and drunk.
Jack danced to the singer´s voice, the day of mass murderer dedicated to
Skylar. *So, that´s how she figured i´d find her, arrogant bitch* Flashes
of her deeds crawling across the screen.
Surprisingly, they didn´t mention their fahter´s murder,which
was kind of odd, this club was known to be the sickest in the galwaxy amongst the
underground. There were even fucking family photos, so why not
to pride her off the *sick* deed of killing her own family?.
And they didn´t even include Macy. Not enought killing?
Not enough pain?
Not enough blood?
Even Riddick had had his
night. Now that had been Sick, but fun.
Being able to dance and really know what was true or not.
A circle formed around a desolated girl, Jack stared at her.
The dancing was fucking fantastic. None of the crowd probably realized that
this was mrs Serial Killer herself, not just a fucking go-go girl in
the middle of the crowd.
Her moves swift, though a little rigid.
calm and queasy. Just the way her stomach felt.
calm and fucking queasy.
Skylar´s blood red lips moving to the song.
-I´m just like her.
Black eyes found those she´d been looking for,
Jack´s, and behind her a forceful shade stood. Riddick.
-Jack!
Riddick trying to get through to her, but Jack´s eyes were glued to
the dancer, until her graceful presence mingled with the
filthy crowd and dissapeared.
-Jack, drop the fucking act!
Yes, Riddick was pissed off. Even more so than before.
No fucking wonder.
The shadow of her older sister passed out the doors.
-NO!
Jack´s feet started to run with out even thinking, Riddick promptly following
in a fast but calm pace.
-WAIT!
Skylar only left her shadow to her kid sister to find.
Footsteps screaming through her head. Riddick? Skylar? Or just a drunk?
Stumbling over herself, drunk and high.
Drunk and high.
Queasy and not calm at all.
An out chilled blade pushed at her neck ever so gently. A dirty teethed simle
faced her and a foul smell.
-How nice of you to drop by.
Frozen. All those things going through her head.
-Stand up bitch!
Staggering up to her feet. Break his nose, push it into his freaggin brain.
Slice his throat. Stab him in the throat. Kick him in the fucking kneecaps!
Do something for FUCK´S SAKE!
Jack couldn´t get her body to do as she bid. A sleazy wall licked her back.
Cold.
Trying to rip the clothes off her, off his dirty body.
Trying to...
-Damn it
Shaking a "fly" off his shoulder. A knife napped on his other shoulders.
-Fucking flies!
Trying so hard..so so hard.
-Not. Quite.
Turning around, seeing a woman, so terribly thin, so terribly beautiful,
so fucking insane.
He smiled.
Asshole.
all of his kind.
-Come to join the party?
She smiled, her eyes shining with something that demanded blood.
-Ofcourse. Except, you´re gonna be fucked.
Her shiv smiling in the clouded moonlight. Jack sank down to the street.
Too shocked too even cry.
Blood clashed with the wall, a fine streak splashed by a fine blade.
Clutching his throat, covered in blood, dying.
Skylar just licked the blade like a fucking lolipop.
She was a kid watching a movie licking her lolipop.
When she´d made sure the bastard was dead she turned to Jack.
-ARE YOU FUCKING STUPD!
The scream unexpected, so was Riddicks arrival and his shiv´s touch to
Skylar´s neck. Only a grin was carried from Skylar´s pale lips.
-DON´T
Jack´s voice sore, and surprising, to herself.
-She´s my sister.
A strange expression swallowed Riddicks face. His eyes wandered to Jack
in clear suspicion. Then to Skylar. Seeing just how simular they were.
-Why, Riddick, you gonna forget me this soon?
-Skylar.
A voice of a dark soul crawled through the night.
-Yeah Skylar