Pitch Black
Obscure anticipation
chapter III
*auther´s notes*
Ms Mephisto...thanx for the point. I know that my writing is rather confusing,
.....don´t worry, i have full intentions to clear it up as the story
goes.....as soon as things start to clear out there.....
Fu*king family reunion
Her head swimming within thousand thoughts.
No
no
no
no.
Take the shiv, girl. Take the shiv Jack.
The one in your pocket...the one you took from the bathroom.
Take it.
Save your ass.
Save yourself.
Shit. Move it kid.
She´s here, this is what you wanted to do, sin´t it.
she killed dad, and she fucking enjoied it too.
Kill her, befoer she kills you.
Riddick standing between them, well on guard. His eyes watching every move
the psycho bitch made.
-I didn´t know you´d gotten outta the slam
Her sile shaky, her eyes genuinly calm and...sane.
-Well, Macy came and saved my butt. We cut a deal, you see.
He´d tell on me, i´d go to the slam, he´d get out. I´d make trouble so
they´d try to send me to a worse place....during the transportation he
just happened to be there and save my sorry ass
Every limb shaking, how scary, intimidationg, all the memories.
Fucking memories.
Crawling into her mind, her drugs, her alcahol. Creating a Jack
that wasn´t the real deal.
Why was Skylar actig so calm?
Wouldn´t she be afraid of Riddick?
-Never heard ´bout you cutting loose
His voice that of a very suspicious person. Thank heaven´s for that.
Again, that smile came, that shivering smile of insanity.
-Well, officially i´m still in the slam, you see, acording to the records
i wasn´t even on the fucking flight.
Skylar´s eyes wondered over to the shaded Jack hiding behind riddick.
-Aren´t you gonna say Hi to your big sister, Jack?
-Fu...fuck you
Skylar´s eyes narrowed, shot up to Riddick, then back at Jack.
-You let my little sister get addicted.
He said nothing, he had no desire to talk to this lunatic, even if she were
who she were.
Anger swelled up, he wanted to torture this woman who suddently appeared.
Pretending or being Jack´s older sister.
Where the fuck had she been five years ago?
-What do you want, Skylar?
Dark, stony voice. Jack too fucked up to even think straight, running into
Riddick´s arms for shelter.
-Just talk to my little sister.
-You´re a fucked up psycoh, Skylar, what makes you think she might be
related to you.
He knew they were connected, they looked to much a like not to be.
Who´d want to believe it?
Humor appered in her blackhole eyes.
-Why, Jack, haven´t you told mr. Evil here the truth?
From the pure fear in Jack´s face Skylar read that Jack hadn´t told Riddick
anything what so ever.
*Boy, he´s gonna be pissed*
-There´s no fucking truth when it comes to you!
Skylar´s face grew shady, serious, all traces of insanity gone.
Her hand gently reaching out for Jack.
To her own surprisity Jack fell right into her arms, recently out of the
shock. Weeping furiously, whispering in pain.
-I hate you, i hate you so much, i hate you, you stupid bitch, why did you
leave me behind, i hate you.
Holding her little sister finally in her arms again. If tears had been left
in her burned soul, she would have shed them all. Jack lost the grip of
the shiv she´d meant for Skylar´s heart.
It´s echo mixed with Skylar´s very so bitter sweet voice.
-I´m so sorry Jack.
A fine needle sank into Jack´s sore neck, quicker than riddick could react.
Once again, she had a shiv to her neck.
*They´ve got more blades than a fucking armory*
-Relax, Richard, it´s just a relaxer, and it´s gonna counter act the morphine
The shiv moved about an inch from her flesh, his strong hand in her hair,
rippin her up.
-What in hell do you want with her?
Her eyes smiled with hostility, time to play games.
-I had a job here, and i figured that i might as well go and see my kid sister.
-Don´t fucking lie to me.
The shiv leaving a thin trail of blood on her neck as it pushed slightly
into her skin.
Riddick couldn´t see wether she was in pain or not. Her eyes were too damn
black for that.
-OK, want the truth, i need a favor from her, a big one, a fucking risky one.
-Hell no, I know you Skylar, and you use anyone you can.
Insanity flickering in ehr eyes once again.
-Oh, still a little pissed about that, are we?
-Stop playing, cuz if you continue, we´ll be playing my game, and you know
how that goes.
She took a long, serious breath.
-Ok, but not until she gets around...
-How long might that take?
she shrugged, as if calculation in her head.
-mmmmhhh, not much, i´d say about six hours.
Riddick looked far from pleased, and that jsut happened to be the way he felt.
This day had turned into a nightmare. Everything going on with Jack, and
upon that, an old time *friend* from the slam came to visit,
and just happened to be the kid´s sister.
And for some reason, Jack was scared shits of Skylar.
That puzzled him. Jack had seldomly displayd any fear of him, shit, she
liked him, that much he knew, and Skylar wasn´t that bad.
At least that bitch had always had some humanity, never killed without
a reason, money being one of them.
Yet, Jack was scared shits of her own sister.
That girl would have alot to explain once she´d come around
**********************
A head being split in to is a nasty sight.
Guess what, it feels even worse.
Light peneltrating her eyes. Sore and burning.
Burning from tears
sore from the lack of morphine.
The earlier night crept up her spine and into her thoughts.
Queasy.
The puke in her throat barely kept down by her automatioc self control.
Voices...
Skylar´s smooth and even voice facing Riddick´s stone cold and cynical tone.
This was developing into a bad habit.
-Now, look who´s up, the little drug addict
-I´m not an addict
the words dropped out of her mouth before she´d even thought about it.
Another thing caughter her blurred attention. She was lying in Riddick´s lap.
Wasn´t that unusual at all. They´d often spend the same bed together
and credits were non existant and all that.
Skylar´s presence changed everything.
Rubbing her eyes, smelling something rather salty. Slowly she came to realize
that it was dried blood.
Rubbing her sore throat she sat up on the bench.
-You could at least have put me into the fucking bed.
Skylar´s lips streched into a self satisfied smug smile.
So damn ravishing in her glow of victory.
The way she looked at Jack indicated that something had passed through
the night, something she didn´t know about.
Knowing Skylar, that could be anything at all.
-fuck you
Jack´s words changed the morning light air that had roamed earlier.
It grew dark, threatening and moody.
Skylar looked leathally serious.
-I´m fucked enough already.
Sick, she felt so damn sick of her presence, of ehr voice, but yet, she
didn´t want to loose her out of sight.
-Look, Skylar, what the fuck do you want?
Her voice annoyed, to say the least. Riddick´s eyes, although covered with
googles, watched Jack as she stood up. *Getting ready for a fight, are we?*
Standing, opposing, the light and the dark facing each other.
-The old man´s still alive
Jack froze. Dad, still alive. A thrilled smile of joy sparkled on her
lips, no fucking way she´d even try to contain herself.
Skylar did not reflect that deep joy, if something, menacing hatred.
Riddick could not help but think about it. he had his thoughts, ill,
sick and twisted thoughts.
Yes, he was a murderer.
Thought nothing of it.
Yes, a very dark mind, barely cared what happened to others.
Didn´t bother him.
But that thought, that image, was something eh would never in his life even
consider committing.
A father raping his own child.
Filth
so utterly and heartly disgusting that it made him feel sympathy for Skylar.
And that was hard to feel.
-Dad is a live, where is he?
Skylar´s eyes rambled down, determined not to tell Jack more about that
bastard.
-He got caught in some illegal activities, but that´s not what i want to
talk to you about.
Jack´s heart looked torn, and Riddick could see it, fuck it, he could feel it.
All of a sudden, Skylar was the girl that had been thrown into the Slam.
Fucking fifteen, serious, cold, hateful, and oddly calm.
Must fucking hurt.
Jack stared blankly at her sister for a while, then hardened up.
-Then fucking what?
Skylar´s pitch black soul mirrors faced the young innocent.
-You know that mama was...is a genious. She created a formula for a specific a
code. Daddy hid it somewhere, he can´t remember it, since he´s just a regular
fuck head, but he remembers percisely where it is, and he´s willing to take us
there.
Jack slipped into cold defence.
-What sort of codes Skylar? And why in fuck should i believe you?
Skylar smiled. *Here comes the surprise, girl*
-Because these codes are for an account that has ten freaggin million credits.
You know mom was big in hacking and wasn´t all that legal
That´s what daddy dearest is in for, he was "involved" and won´t tell
them where the stash is. Anyway...but i didn´t
even ahve a freaking clue about this shit.
Her voice intensely low and crawling. Jack felt shivers running up through
her spine.
-What the fuck do you need me for then?
Jack, so incredibly cold. *don´t be so sorrowful little sweet sister*
With embarrasment Skylar smiled, Riddick all attention, had been for a while.
-Cuz i can´t.
-yeah right, you were always the smart ass.
-i can´t Jack
-Stop using me Skylar...
-jack, I tried hacking her fucking diary, and that was too much.
I only got as far as "It´s my masterpiece, this code, only me and
Sean know where it´s at". And all shit like that.
It took me months to hack her journal, i only got a page per fucking
day..then i´d go over.
*What the fuck does that mean?*
Riddick had just about had enough of sitting silent and merely speculation
on what in hell was going on.
Jack sank down onto the bench. Pale and shocked.
Skylar rubbed her face.
Jack started to laugh. Hysterical, cynical and full bloodied with despair.
-You´re already fucking insane, you bitch!
The *bitch* took a long deep breath.
-What about you Richard? feel like getting, say, five million credits?
She could see Riddick´s eyes gleam under those dark covers.
Who wouldn´t want five mils?
-Who´s to know if it´s not a fucking blow off?
Dark voice
dark soul.
*how i´d love to see him smile at the silly truth that me and my sister have
been mingling with for years and yet cept it completely away from each other.
How i´d fucking love to*
The unpoetic whispers of his facial features told an unheard truth of
a killer.
Not unless Jack agrees.
The down broken little addict with brown cherry eyes rambled around and walked
in bitter thoughts. Seriously considering the foul words of a sisterly soul.
Pergaps and just maybe, it was the fear of being like her once born
role model that kept her at bay, not the horrible half truth she knew.
-Are you sure mom had a deal in this?
Jack, the innocent.
Riddick, the killer
Skylar, the big fucked up sister.
-ofcourse, i went over trying to crack her journal, and i never give up.
-Then we´re gonna need Dad, where is he?
Skylar chuckled at her own master piece.
-Ceria thirteen, being ass fucked by every single male there
-Wait...what the fuck are you thinking kid. Gonna go on a fucking suicide
mission with that fruit cake of a sister?
Jack´s eyes had turend strange, unfamiliar and alien to anyone except
Skylar.
-No, i´m going to one fine fucking family reunion.
At that she smiled. Such an intense smile, leaving Riddick´s pulse faster.
Hell burning within the walls of every single person sitting in the
kitchen.
Every single one.
Obscure anticipation
chapter III
*auther´s notes*
Ms Mephisto...thanx for the point. I know that my writing is rather confusing,
.....don´t worry, i have full intentions to clear it up as the story
goes.....as soon as things start to clear out there.....
Fu*king family reunion
Her head swimming within thousand thoughts.
No
no
no
no.
Take the shiv, girl. Take the shiv Jack.
The one in your pocket...the one you took from the bathroom.
Take it.
Save your ass.
Save yourself.
Shit. Move it kid.
She´s here, this is what you wanted to do, sin´t it.
she killed dad, and she fucking enjoied it too.
Kill her, befoer she kills you.
Riddick standing between them, well on guard. His eyes watching every move
the psycho bitch made.
-I didn´t know you´d gotten outta the slam
Her sile shaky, her eyes genuinly calm and...sane.
-Well, Macy came and saved my butt. We cut a deal, you see.
He´d tell on me, i´d go to the slam, he´d get out. I´d make trouble so
they´d try to send me to a worse place....during the transportation he
just happened to be there and save my sorry ass
Every limb shaking, how scary, intimidationg, all the memories.
Fucking memories.
Crawling into her mind, her drugs, her alcahol. Creating a Jack
that wasn´t the real deal.
Why was Skylar actig so calm?
Wouldn´t she be afraid of Riddick?
-Never heard ´bout you cutting loose
His voice that of a very suspicious person. Thank heaven´s for that.
Again, that smile came, that shivering smile of insanity.
-Well, officially i´m still in the slam, you see, acording to the records
i wasn´t even on the fucking flight.
Skylar´s eyes wondered over to the shaded Jack hiding behind riddick.
-Aren´t you gonna say Hi to your big sister, Jack?
-Fu...fuck you
Skylar´s eyes narrowed, shot up to Riddick, then back at Jack.
-You let my little sister get addicted.
He said nothing, he had no desire to talk to this lunatic, even if she were
who she were.
Anger swelled up, he wanted to torture this woman who suddently appeared.
Pretending or being Jack´s older sister.
Where the fuck had she been five years ago?
-What do you want, Skylar?
Dark, stony voice. Jack too fucked up to even think straight, running into
Riddick´s arms for shelter.
-Just talk to my little sister.
-You´re a fucked up psycoh, Skylar, what makes you think she might be
related to you.
He knew they were connected, they looked to much a like not to be.
Who´d want to believe it?
Humor appered in her blackhole eyes.
-Why, Jack, haven´t you told mr. Evil here the truth?
From the pure fear in Jack´s face Skylar read that Jack hadn´t told Riddick
anything what so ever.
*Boy, he´s gonna be pissed*
-There´s no fucking truth when it comes to you!
Skylar´s face grew shady, serious, all traces of insanity gone.
Her hand gently reaching out for Jack.
To her own surprisity Jack fell right into her arms, recently out of the
shock. Weeping furiously, whispering in pain.
-I hate you, i hate you so much, i hate you, you stupid bitch, why did you
leave me behind, i hate you.
Holding her little sister finally in her arms again. If tears had been left
in her burned soul, she would have shed them all. Jack lost the grip of
the shiv she´d meant for Skylar´s heart.
It´s echo mixed with Skylar´s very so bitter sweet voice.
-I´m so sorry Jack.
A fine needle sank into Jack´s sore neck, quicker than riddick could react.
Once again, she had a shiv to her neck.
*They´ve got more blades than a fucking armory*
-Relax, Richard, it´s just a relaxer, and it´s gonna counter act the morphine
The shiv moved about an inch from her flesh, his strong hand in her hair,
rippin her up.
-What in hell do you want with her?
Her eyes smiled with hostility, time to play games.
-I had a job here, and i figured that i might as well go and see my kid sister.
-Don´t fucking lie to me.
The shiv leaving a thin trail of blood on her neck as it pushed slightly
into her skin.
Riddick couldn´t see wether she was in pain or not. Her eyes were too damn
black for that.
-OK, want the truth, i need a favor from her, a big one, a fucking risky one.
-Hell no, I know you Skylar, and you use anyone you can.
Insanity flickering in ehr eyes once again.
-Oh, still a little pissed about that, are we?
-Stop playing, cuz if you continue, we´ll be playing my game, and you know
how that goes.
She took a long, serious breath.
-Ok, but not until she gets around...
-How long might that take?
she shrugged, as if calculation in her head.
-mmmmhhh, not much, i´d say about six hours.
Riddick looked far from pleased, and that jsut happened to be the way he felt.
This day had turned into a nightmare. Everything going on with Jack, and
upon that, an old time *friend* from the slam came to visit,
and just happened to be the kid´s sister.
And for some reason, Jack was scared shits of Skylar.
That puzzled him. Jack had seldomly displayd any fear of him, shit, she
liked him, that much he knew, and Skylar wasn´t that bad.
At least that bitch had always had some humanity, never killed without
a reason, money being one of them.
Yet, Jack was scared shits of her own sister.
That girl would have alot to explain once she´d come around
**********************
A head being split in to is a nasty sight.
Guess what, it feels even worse.
Light peneltrating her eyes. Sore and burning.
Burning from tears
sore from the lack of morphine.
The earlier night crept up her spine and into her thoughts.
Queasy.
The puke in her throat barely kept down by her automatioc self control.
Voices...
Skylar´s smooth and even voice facing Riddick´s stone cold and cynical tone.
This was developing into a bad habit.
-Now, look who´s up, the little drug addict
-I´m not an addict
the words dropped out of her mouth before she´d even thought about it.
Another thing caughter her blurred attention. She was lying in Riddick´s lap.
Wasn´t that unusual at all. They´d often spend the same bed together
and credits were non existant and all that.
Skylar´s presence changed everything.
Rubbing her eyes, smelling something rather salty. Slowly she came to realize
that it was dried blood.
Rubbing her sore throat she sat up on the bench.
-You could at least have put me into the fucking bed.
Skylar´s lips streched into a self satisfied smug smile.
So damn ravishing in her glow of victory.
The way she looked at Jack indicated that something had passed through
the night, something she didn´t know about.
Knowing Skylar, that could be anything at all.
-fuck you
Jack´s words changed the morning light air that had roamed earlier.
It grew dark, threatening and moody.
Skylar looked leathally serious.
-I´m fucked enough already.
Sick, she felt so damn sick of her presence, of ehr voice, but yet, she
didn´t want to loose her out of sight.
-Look, Skylar, what the fuck do you want?
Her voice annoyed, to say the least. Riddick´s eyes, although covered with
googles, watched Jack as she stood up. *Getting ready for a fight, are we?*
Standing, opposing, the light and the dark facing each other.
-The old man´s still alive
Jack froze. Dad, still alive. A thrilled smile of joy sparkled on her
lips, no fucking way she´d even try to contain herself.
Skylar did not reflect that deep joy, if something, menacing hatred.
Riddick could not help but think about it. he had his thoughts, ill,
sick and twisted thoughts.
Yes, he was a murderer.
Thought nothing of it.
Yes, a very dark mind, barely cared what happened to others.
Didn´t bother him.
But that thought, that image, was something eh would never in his life even
consider committing.
A father raping his own child.
Filth
so utterly and heartly disgusting that it made him feel sympathy for Skylar.
And that was hard to feel.
-Dad is a live, where is he?
Skylar´s eyes rambled down, determined not to tell Jack more about that
bastard.
-He got caught in some illegal activities, but that´s not what i want to
talk to you about.
Jack´s heart looked torn, and Riddick could see it, fuck it, he could feel it.
All of a sudden, Skylar was the girl that had been thrown into the Slam.
Fucking fifteen, serious, cold, hateful, and oddly calm.
Must fucking hurt.
Jack stared blankly at her sister for a while, then hardened up.
-Then fucking what?
Skylar´s pitch black soul mirrors faced the young innocent.
-You know that mama was...is a genious. She created a formula for a specific a
code. Daddy hid it somewhere, he can´t remember it, since he´s just a regular
fuck head, but he remembers percisely where it is, and he´s willing to take us
there.
Jack slipped into cold defence.
-What sort of codes Skylar? And why in fuck should i believe you?
Skylar smiled. *Here comes the surprise, girl*
-Because these codes are for an account that has ten freaggin million credits.
You know mom was big in hacking and wasn´t all that legal
That´s what daddy dearest is in for, he was "involved" and won´t tell
them where the stash is. Anyway...but i didn´t
even ahve a freaking clue about this shit.
Her voice intensely low and crawling. Jack felt shivers running up through
her spine.
-What the fuck do you need me for then?
Jack, so incredibly cold. *don´t be so sorrowful little sweet sister*
With embarrasment Skylar smiled, Riddick all attention, had been for a while.
-Cuz i can´t.
-yeah right, you were always the smart ass.
-i can´t Jack
-Stop using me Skylar...
-jack, I tried hacking her fucking diary, and that was too much.
I only got as far as "It´s my masterpiece, this code, only me and
Sean know where it´s at". And all shit like that.
It took me months to hack her journal, i only got a page per fucking
day..then i´d go over.
*What the fuck does that mean?*
Riddick had just about had enough of sitting silent and merely speculation
on what in hell was going on.
Jack sank down onto the bench. Pale and shocked.
Skylar rubbed her face.
Jack started to laugh. Hysterical, cynical and full bloodied with despair.
-You´re already fucking insane, you bitch!
The *bitch* took a long deep breath.
-What about you Richard? feel like getting, say, five million credits?
She could see Riddick´s eyes gleam under those dark covers.
Who wouldn´t want five mils?
-Who´s to know if it´s not a fucking blow off?
Dark voice
dark soul.
*how i´d love to see him smile at the silly truth that me and my sister have
been mingling with for years and yet cept it completely away from each other.
How i´d fucking love to*
The unpoetic whispers of his facial features told an unheard truth of
a killer.
Not unless Jack agrees.
The down broken little addict with brown cherry eyes rambled around and walked
in bitter thoughts. Seriously considering the foul words of a sisterly soul.
Pergaps and just maybe, it was the fear of being like her once born
role model that kept her at bay, not the horrible half truth she knew.
-Are you sure mom had a deal in this?
Jack, the innocent.
Riddick, the killer
Skylar, the big fucked up sister.
-ofcourse, i went over trying to crack her journal, and i never give up.
-Then we´re gonna need Dad, where is he?
Skylar chuckled at her own master piece.
-Ceria thirteen, being ass fucked by every single male there
-Wait...what the fuck are you thinking kid. Gonna go on a fucking suicide
mission with that fruit cake of a sister?
Jack´s eyes had turend strange, unfamiliar and alien to anyone except
Skylar.
-No, i´m going to one fine fucking family reunion.
At that she smiled. Such an intense smile, leaving Riddick´s pulse faster.
Hell burning within the walls of every single person sitting in the
kitchen.
Every single one.