author´s notes:
Shit, this story is going to hell. Well, let´s say, last two chapters
written at 2 am, no coffee, no food, just me and the keyboard.
Don´t expect this chapter to be any different:)
Chapter 4 or IV, which ever you like.
The Hell ABOVE.
violently shaking the thought out of his nonchalant character.
Looking funnily at everyone around him.
Mostly coz the fuckers were looking at him as if he were a piece of
dirty shit. Jut because a nasty looking crippled guy looked way too happy?
What´s so dirty about gettin´ hurt on the job.
It ain´t dirty, it´s pure out right stupid.
Staggering on in the middle of the massive, mindless crowd, trying to find
a singular face.
Yet, the little daisy was in another fucking solar system. But still
right there, with him, in his head...the illusion of her didn´t compare to
the real one.
*This´s gonna kill me*
He couldn´t wait any longer. Just to hear her voice would send him to
heaven...just as long as he didn´t need to hear what she was saying.
He already knew.
it´s like that when one psycho fuck enters another psycho fuck´s mind.
A faint smell of past life memories knocked in teh back of his head,
breaking out slowly, seeping through his fresh mind, his uncontroled
mind.
Once she´d just been a little girl, his best friend. A boy from the slumms
making friends with a daugther of a crook. Not that unusual.
Freaking, faking, filling, freeing their minds. Playing games completely
created by the two of them.
Taking care of her.
Later though, people started to think it was odd hwo the two of them acted.
Never leaving each others sight, rarely talking. There was no need
for the useless speeches that adults gave each other about life, careers and
deaths.
Their voices were only for the other to enjoy.
He liked her voice, loved her voice, every single piece of her.
He´d answer for her, she´d answer for him.
Even when they´d both been fucking around...they laughed at their preys.
Silly soulless angels.
Then their affair had started. Sweet and gentle like the drizzly spring rain.
More burning than ten thousand solar systems put together.
They were, in truth, each other. Shame it had taken a fucking session for the
both of them to figure that out.
His custom made staff hit the dry ground as he stopped. Careful, looking around.
A smile wrinkled his eyes, his white teeth sinking into his lips.
Were those mercs? That team of guys, trying so devilishly to hide from
his very so much superior sense?
Looking at the store infront of him, a bridal store.
In singular amusement he recalled how Skylar had ripped one of those dresses
into pieces and died it red.
Funny gal.
Yes. mercs. Four of them.
Damn, god damn fucked up idiots with guns. Asses who didn´t realize that the
buisness DOES get you killed.
Stupid, stupid men.
Damien Macy sure as hell didn´t know a retired merc. The only one he´d
come close to knowing in a simular profession was Riddick.
And that crazy kick ass man had killed his entire platoon of 50..or 500.
Either way, just a fucking zero hanging around.
The mercs comming closer, secretly surrounding the wanted crimianl.
With a slick move of his index finger he loosened the cap of his staff.
All he´d need to do would be to lift it up and the blade would shine
in their blood.
He did need to *kill* time. Things were kind of boring not with his
other self around.
Pretending to notice them slightly, faking the expression of intense fear
and paranoia, he tried to walk a little trembly into an ally near by.
*Stupid jackasses will think i´m stupid, but no, they are the ignorant fools*
Macy stopped, hearing four pairs of soldier booted feet closing in.
They wouldn´t try to kill him. Like so many "insane killers" he was worth
much more alive. Oh, the crowds thirst for revenge and blood.
*The very crowd that created me, Skylar, Riddick*
-So, boys, why do you think i´m worth so much
Slowly he turned around, smug and vicious. The mercs looked cold as stone.
Not emotionless, just a fucking stone mask that they used to
hide from their fear, fooling themselves.
-You´re one sick mother fucker, damine Macy, you´re under arrest for...
-oh, let me guess, 15 confirmed murders, 6 assaults, 23 robberies and about
32 suspected murders?
He was completely casual, Macy, facing the merc who´s fear shined through
his blue brute eyes.
Macy unleashed his blade behind his back. Slowly, carefully so no fucking
merc would see.
-Dear gentlemen, let me tell you, the only fucking way i could be worth
so much is because the fucking world is scared to shits of me, and it takes
greedy fools like you to try to catch me.
A gun aimed at his head. Macy saw no reason to flinch. he´d be quicker with
his staff than any of them with a trigger.
Gun´s were predictable, mercs were predictable, blades were not,
or a killers mind.
-Cut the crap Macy, surreneder peacefully and maybe we won´t hurt you.
Macy´s eyes narrowed. This was too much to take, the thirst raged in his
vains.
*Mother´s milk* he thought with sarcasm.
-Gentlemen, i belive that i made an error earlier, i am suspected of
36 murders.
His rage unexpected, the calm shell had fooled the death sentenced mercs.
A blade slicing gently through the blue brute´s butter throat.
one of his companions aiming and shooting at Macy, but hitting his friend
in stead.
Then a knife rested between the shooter´s eyes.
His eyes crossed, staring in terror at his leathal wound.
Macy turned around, a beast, an animal flared in his eyes. The last merc
getting ready to run.
He couldn´t let that happen.
No fucking witnesses.
Macy´s flat palm crashed diaganolly with the man´s nose, upwards, painfully.
The last standing merc died immediatly. His nose bone crushed right into
his empty brain.
Damien Macy turned around, taking one final look at the scene he´d left behind.
He simply walked away casually.
*This is becoming a boring routine*
The bloodied scene a complete contrast to his neat and common day figure.
The only blood on him was left behind as he walked away.
the footprints of his memory.
*********************************
Jack and Riddick sat agianst each other over a glass of something unspeakable.
No words trespeassed the silent and still air, yet it crackled with electricity
and emotion.
-Do you know how much shit your little secret could have cost us.
Hanging her head down, staring at the liquid that tasted like coffee, but
sure as hell didn´t look like it.
*Maybe poison, Skylar made it, after all*
-Yeah
-You could have gotten us really fucked.
-I know.
Her heart beating, he could see her vains pulse desperatly, her breath shaky.
-why the fuck didn´t you tell me?
The "coffee" carried to her soft lips. *Get a fucking grip* The liquid fading
into her mouth.
She didn´t want to tell, but he sure as fuck wasn´t going to let her walk
out without spilling it all.
-Cause i´m shit, Riddick, a fucking coward.
Her eyes evasive, as if thinking they alone would speek the brutal truth.
-What the fuck do you care Riddick, it´s not gonna interfer with your life.
Her hostility calm and unbalanced. Despite how much it seemded to attack
his recently human psyche, he was not going to let that stop him.
he´d fucking pull the truth out of her if he had to.
-If i didn´t give a shit kid, i wouldn´t bother fucking asking.
And fuck it, i´m asking.
Shoulders gently narrowing.
Amazing how femenine she´d become after she´d dropped the boy act.
-You don´t wanna know.
His eyes searched for hers, forced them not to wander away from his.
-You´re freaking stuck here until you talk, and i can wait for a very long time.
Her eyebrows squeezed together, closed eyes. The pain flashed beneath them.
A singular moment, and after that frozen moment, Jack´s story begun.
-I can´t remember much of my mom, she killed herself when i was five.
After that i can´t remember seeing much of dad either. So, Skylar kinda
raised me, she and her best friend, Damien Macy.
Riddick frowned at that combination of names.
The most fucked up couple in the slam.
-Well, they always took me out with them, tought me how to steal, dressed
me up as a boy, called me Jack.
One night, Macy staid over. I remember dad coming into our room.
Jack´s voice had begun to shake violently. It was more than obvious that
she was fighting bitter tears.
-Macy held him still, while Skylar...stabbed dad to death.
Next thing i can remember was her shaking me, telling me something.
I ended up on orphanages, the street, but Skylar always knew where i was.
She sent me letters. Acting like nothing had ever happened.
telling me about being sent to the slam, meeting you.
As a joke she sent "how to befriend a psycho killer and not
get killed 101". I´ve always been fucking afraid that she´d find me,
looks like she finally did.
Her voice stunned, tired. not a trace of sarcasm. just pure pain flaring
in her brown tear stained eyes.Riddick still stone cold, some resentment
smiled off his skin.
-She said something about going over, what the fuck did she mean Jack?
Jack had crawled into a little shell by now, fighting tears and sobs.
Partially due to how cold Riddick now was.
-Mom smarter than fucking Einstein. Loved hacking, loved computers.
Sometimes she´d spend so much time on a single fucked up riddle that
it´d drive her crazy for a day or two. Just couldn´t handle it, so
she went crazy...like when she killed herself.
He could see her shake. The subtle vibration in her fingers as she tried
to drink her "coffee".
-Seems you didn´t inherit yor mom´s IQ
She laughed, not able to control herself.
*Greath, now he think´s i´m stupid, wait ´till he hears the rest*
The air starting to smell like her tears. It would be so simple to reach
a sympethatic hand out to her cheek and brush all those watery
crystals of her delicate face.
Still he staid cold.
*Cuz you can´t handle your own fucking emotion´s asshole*
thinking to himself, angry for not figuring out her secrets before.
For not making her tell him before. Specially since this shit wasn´t
that big.
-You think so, asshole!
Skylar hung in the doors, looking like a scrub. Sluggishly she swung forwards
on her feet, with hostility looking at Riddick´s just recently human soul.
-Jack´s fucking smarter than me, you and the whole goddamn mercs that caught
us all mixed together into a big bowl of chili. She could eat all of us with
a...with...a ....a...
Skylar narrowed her eyes slightly, staring into thin air.
*Shit, i´m sleepy*
-SPOON!
Riddick gazed at her with a cold smile.
-Do you fucking think that...no, i´m not gonna say that.
*I really should have slept when i could*
-Anyways, me and Jack used to sit together infront of the computer and
hack government files and change our tax credits n´shit.
Riddick´s homicidal eyes told her to get to the point.
*Yes, stayin gup for twelve days straight ain´t a good idea..but neither is
getterin caught by mrecs a good one either*
-Well, lets just say that she being seven, i being eleven and me having
to keep up with HER
So don´t call her stupid, cuz i fucking need her and her selfconfidence intact
so that her weird brain will crack the fucking formula.
Within herself Jack remained in the ocean of memories. Terrible, the drift
merciless.
No control.
------------------------------------------
A woman´s lips shaking, her intire body rocking itself back and forth.
-mama?
A small burnett girl trying to get through a hard shell of despair.
-mama?
Unfamiliar eyes stared back at her, her bruised face, bruised from
her own fists and the fists of another.
-LEAVE ME ALONE DEMON!
Screaming with a raw throat, nothing there to find or identify as the
beloved mother Jackleen adored.
Adored, everthing about her.
The way she smelled, her musk scented hair.
the feel of her arms in confort, her warm and pleasant skin.
Her mother, the prettiest woman she knew, the only pretty woman in her world.
Looking like a maniac.
The vulnerable, downbroken stranger sitting onm the living room floor
infront of the computer.
*Maybe i can help mommy*
Toddling to the computer, insecure, but feeling that jsut maybe the blinking
screen screaming out "access denied" would die with her mama´s insanity.
Fiddling with the custom made wire giant, shutting it down and ripping the
plugs out. Skylar always wanted her to take the plugs out after they´d finished.
Strolling of to her mother, expection maybe a hug.
-See mama, the computer´s resting now.
Bright eyes severly disappointed.
-I said LEAVE ME ALONE DEMON!
tears swelling up like unexpected monsters, backing, backing away,
backing onto Skylar.
Skylar´s heavenly blue eyes held grave sorrow, sympathy and love.
A single glance towards their mother and then she took little Jackleen´s
hand and lead her away from the horror.
Wipingn every tear away from her baby face.
-Mama´s just feeling very sick Jack, she´s not seeing right.
She just sees things...sees...sees...Do you remember the tellie show?
When the wizard makes the little boy see every body he loves as monsters?
That´s what´s happened to mama, a wizard made her sick like that.
But you know, just like the little boy, mama´s gonna get better.
The crying had slowly ceased.
-Really? You´re not lying to me?
Skylar gave her baby sister a big hug, unexpectadly spun her around.
Light as a feather,
light as air.
Young Jack forgot all about her mommy being sick. Skylar was with her now.
Everything would be fine, perfect, junbilant.
Skylar´s here.
That is, until the hell above would come.
Or that´s what Skylar used to call it when dad got angry.
She couldn´t understand why. Dad was always nice to them.....
very nice...
Shit, this story is going to hell. Well, let´s say, last two chapters
written at 2 am, no coffee, no food, just me and the keyboard.
Don´t expect this chapter to be any different:)
Chapter 4 or IV, which ever you like.
The Hell ABOVE.
violently shaking the thought out of his nonchalant character.
Looking funnily at everyone around him.
Mostly coz the fuckers were looking at him as if he were a piece of
dirty shit. Jut because a nasty looking crippled guy looked way too happy?
What´s so dirty about gettin´ hurt on the job.
It ain´t dirty, it´s pure out right stupid.
Staggering on in the middle of the massive, mindless crowd, trying to find
a singular face.
Yet, the little daisy was in another fucking solar system. But still
right there, with him, in his head...the illusion of her didn´t compare to
the real one.
*This´s gonna kill me*
He couldn´t wait any longer. Just to hear her voice would send him to
heaven...just as long as he didn´t need to hear what she was saying.
He already knew.
it´s like that when one psycho fuck enters another psycho fuck´s mind.
A faint smell of past life memories knocked in teh back of his head,
breaking out slowly, seeping through his fresh mind, his uncontroled
mind.
Once she´d just been a little girl, his best friend. A boy from the slumms
making friends with a daugther of a crook. Not that unusual.
Freaking, faking, filling, freeing their minds. Playing games completely
created by the two of them.
Taking care of her.
Later though, people started to think it was odd hwo the two of them acted.
Never leaving each others sight, rarely talking. There was no need
for the useless speeches that adults gave each other about life, careers and
deaths.
Their voices were only for the other to enjoy.
He liked her voice, loved her voice, every single piece of her.
He´d answer for her, she´d answer for him.
Even when they´d both been fucking around...they laughed at their preys.
Silly soulless angels.
Then their affair had started. Sweet and gentle like the drizzly spring rain.
More burning than ten thousand solar systems put together.
They were, in truth, each other. Shame it had taken a fucking session for the
both of them to figure that out.
His custom made staff hit the dry ground as he stopped. Careful, looking around.
A smile wrinkled his eyes, his white teeth sinking into his lips.
Were those mercs? That team of guys, trying so devilishly to hide from
his very so much superior sense?
Looking at the store infront of him, a bridal store.
In singular amusement he recalled how Skylar had ripped one of those dresses
into pieces and died it red.
Funny gal.
Yes. mercs. Four of them.
Damn, god damn fucked up idiots with guns. Asses who didn´t realize that the
buisness DOES get you killed.
Stupid, stupid men.
Damien Macy sure as hell didn´t know a retired merc. The only one he´d
come close to knowing in a simular profession was Riddick.
And that crazy kick ass man had killed his entire platoon of 50..or 500.
Either way, just a fucking zero hanging around.
The mercs comming closer, secretly surrounding the wanted crimianl.
With a slick move of his index finger he loosened the cap of his staff.
All he´d need to do would be to lift it up and the blade would shine
in their blood.
He did need to *kill* time. Things were kind of boring not with his
other self around.
Pretending to notice them slightly, faking the expression of intense fear
and paranoia, he tried to walk a little trembly into an ally near by.
*Stupid jackasses will think i´m stupid, but no, they are the ignorant fools*
Macy stopped, hearing four pairs of soldier booted feet closing in.
They wouldn´t try to kill him. Like so many "insane killers" he was worth
much more alive. Oh, the crowds thirst for revenge and blood.
*The very crowd that created me, Skylar, Riddick*
-So, boys, why do you think i´m worth so much
Slowly he turned around, smug and vicious. The mercs looked cold as stone.
Not emotionless, just a fucking stone mask that they used to
hide from their fear, fooling themselves.
-You´re one sick mother fucker, damine Macy, you´re under arrest for...
-oh, let me guess, 15 confirmed murders, 6 assaults, 23 robberies and about
32 suspected murders?
He was completely casual, Macy, facing the merc who´s fear shined through
his blue brute eyes.
Macy unleashed his blade behind his back. Slowly, carefully so no fucking
merc would see.
-Dear gentlemen, let me tell you, the only fucking way i could be worth
so much is because the fucking world is scared to shits of me, and it takes
greedy fools like you to try to catch me.
A gun aimed at his head. Macy saw no reason to flinch. he´d be quicker with
his staff than any of them with a trigger.
Gun´s were predictable, mercs were predictable, blades were not,
or a killers mind.
-Cut the crap Macy, surreneder peacefully and maybe we won´t hurt you.
Macy´s eyes narrowed. This was too much to take, the thirst raged in his
vains.
*Mother´s milk* he thought with sarcasm.
-Gentlemen, i belive that i made an error earlier, i am suspected of
36 murders.
His rage unexpected, the calm shell had fooled the death sentenced mercs.
A blade slicing gently through the blue brute´s butter throat.
one of his companions aiming and shooting at Macy, but hitting his friend
in stead.
Then a knife rested between the shooter´s eyes.
His eyes crossed, staring in terror at his leathal wound.
Macy turned around, a beast, an animal flared in his eyes. The last merc
getting ready to run.
He couldn´t let that happen.
No fucking witnesses.
Macy´s flat palm crashed diaganolly with the man´s nose, upwards, painfully.
The last standing merc died immediatly. His nose bone crushed right into
his empty brain.
Damien Macy turned around, taking one final look at the scene he´d left behind.
He simply walked away casually.
*This is becoming a boring routine*
The bloodied scene a complete contrast to his neat and common day figure.
The only blood on him was left behind as he walked away.
the footprints of his memory.
*********************************
Jack and Riddick sat agianst each other over a glass of something unspeakable.
No words trespeassed the silent and still air, yet it crackled with electricity
and emotion.
-Do you know how much shit your little secret could have cost us.
Hanging her head down, staring at the liquid that tasted like coffee, but
sure as hell didn´t look like it.
*Maybe poison, Skylar made it, after all*
-Yeah
-You could have gotten us really fucked.
-I know.
Her heart beating, he could see her vains pulse desperatly, her breath shaky.
-why the fuck didn´t you tell me?
The "coffee" carried to her soft lips. *Get a fucking grip* The liquid fading
into her mouth.
She didn´t want to tell, but he sure as fuck wasn´t going to let her walk
out without spilling it all.
-Cause i´m shit, Riddick, a fucking coward.
Her eyes evasive, as if thinking they alone would speek the brutal truth.
-What the fuck do you care Riddick, it´s not gonna interfer with your life.
Her hostility calm and unbalanced. Despite how much it seemded to attack
his recently human psyche, he was not going to let that stop him.
he´d fucking pull the truth out of her if he had to.
-If i didn´t give a shit kid, i wouldn´t bother fucking asking.
And fuck it, i´m asking.
Shoulders gently narrowing.
Amazing how femenine she´d become after she´d dropped the boy act.
-You don´t wanna know.
His eyes searched for hers, forced them not to wander away from his.
-You´re freaking stuck here until you talk, and i can wait for a very long time.
Her eyebrows squeezed together, closed eyes. The pain flashed beneath them.
A singular moment, and after that frozen moment, Jack´s story begun.
-I can´t remember much of my mom, she killed herself when i was five.
After that i can´t remember seeing much of dad either. So, Skylar kinda
raised me, she and her best friend, Damien Macy.
Riddick frowned at that combination of names.
The most fucked up couple in the slam.
-Well, they always took me out with them, tought me how to steal, dressed
me up as a boy, called me Jack.
One night, Macy staid over. I remember dad coming into our room.
Jack´s voice had begun to shake violently. It was more than obvious that
she was fighting bitter tears.
-Macy held him still, while Skylar...stabbed dad to death.
Next thing i can remember was her shaking me, telling me something.
I ended up on orphanages, the street, but Skylar always knew where i was.
She sent me letters. Acting like nothing had ever happened.
telling me about being sent to the slam, meeting you.
As a joke she sent "how to befriend a psycho killer and not
get killed 101". I´ve always been fucking afraid that she´d find me,
looks like she finally did.
Her voice stunned, tired. not a trace of sarcasm. just pure pain flaring
in her brown tear stained eyes.Riddick still stone cold, some resentment
smiled off his skin.
-She said something about going over, what the fuck did she mean Jack?
Jack had crawled into a little shell by now, fighting tears and sobs.
Partially due to how cold Riddick now was.
-Mom smarter than fucking Einstein. Loved hacking, loved computers.
Sometimes she´d spend so much time on a single fucked up riddle that
it´d drive her crazy for a day or two. Just couldn´t handle it, so
she went crazy...like when she killed herself.
He could see her shake. The subtle vibration in her fingers as she tried
to drink her "coffee".
-Seems you didn´t inherit yor mom´s IQ
She laughed, not able to control herself.
*Greath, now he think´s i´m stupid, wait ´till he hears the rest*
The air starting to smell like her tears. It would be so simple to reach
a sympethatic hand out to her cheek and brush all those watery
crystals of her delicate face.
Still he staid cold.
*Cuz you can´t handle your own fucking emotion´s asshole*
thinking to himself, angry for not figuring out her secrets before.
For not making her tell him before. Specially since this shit wasn´t
that big.
-You think so, asshole!
Skylar hung in the doors, looking like a scrub. Sluggishly she swung forwards
on her feet, with hostility looking at Riddick´s just recently human soul.
-Jack´s fucking smarter than me, you and the whole goddamn mercs that caught
us all mixed together into a big bowl of chili. She could eat all of us with
a...with...a ....a...
Skylar narrowed her eyes slightly, staring into thin air.
*Shit, i´m sleepy*
-SPOON!
Riddick gazed at her with a cold smile.
-Do you fucking think that...no, i´m not gonna say that.
*I really should have slept when i could*
-Anyways, me and Jack used to sit together infront of the computer and
hack government files and change our tax credits n´shit.
Riddick´s homicidal eyes told her to get to the point.
*Yes, stayin gup for twelve days straight ain´t a good idea..but neither is
getterin caught by mrecs a good one either*
-Well, lets just say that she being seven, i being eleven and me having
to keep up with HER
So don´t call her stupid, cuz i fucking need her and her selfconfidence intact
so that her weird brain will crack the fucking formula.
Within herself Jack remained in the ocean of memories. Terrible, the drift
merciless.
No control.
------------------------------------------
A woman´s lips shaking, her intire body rocking itself back and forth.
-mama?
A small burnett girl trying to get through a hard shell of despair.
-mama?
Unfamiliar eyes stared back at her, her bruised face, bruised from
her own fists and the fists of another.
-LEAVE ME ALONE DEMON!
Screaming with a raw throat, nothing there to find or identify as the
beloved mother Jackleen adored.
Adored, everthing about her.
The way she smelled, her musk scented hair.
the feel of her arms in confort, her warm and pleasant skin.
Her mother, the prettiest woman she knew, the only pretty woman in her world.
Looking like a maniac.
The vulnerable, downbroken stranger sitting onm the living room floor
infront of the computer.
*Maybe i can help mommy*
Toddling to the computer, insecure, but feeling that jsut maybe the blinking
screen screaming out "access denied" would die with her mama´s insanity.
Fiddling with the custom made wire giant, shutting it down and ripping the
plugs out. Skylar always wanted her to take the plugs out after they´d finished.
Strolling of to her mother, expection maybe a hug.
-See mama, the computer´s resting now.
Bright eyes severly disappointed.
-I said LEAVE ME ALONE DEMON!
tears swelling up like unexpected monsters, backing, backing away,
backing onto Skylar.
Skylar´s heavenly blue eyes held grave sorrow, sympathy and love.
A single glance towards their mother and then she took little Jackleen´s
hand and lead her away from the horror.
Wipingn every tear away from her baby face.
-Mama´s just feeling very sick Jack, she´s not seeing right.
She just sees things...sees...sees...Do you remember the tellie show?
When the wizard makes the little boy see every body he loves as monsters?
That´s what´s happened to mama, a wizard made her sick like that.
But you know, just like the little boy, mama´s gonna get better.
The crying had slowly ceased.
-Really? You´re not lying to me?
Skylar gave her baby sister a big hug, unexpectadly spun her around.
Light as a feather,
light as air.
Young Jack forgot all about her mommy being sick. Skylar was with her now.
Everything would be fine, perfect, junbilant.
Skylar´s here.
That is, until the hell above would come.
Or that´s what Skylar used to call it when dad got angry.
She couldn´t understand why. Dad was always nice to them.....
very nice...