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chapter VII
Maknig contact
...All Riddick did was to hold her in a completely non-sexual way.
-Jackass, circle cameras
The screen went crazy, forming a fluent 360 degree trip around the
"couple"
-Fuck.
Obvious, both fucking resisting to touch the other in a more intimate way,
if possible.
-Damn you Riddick...for getting yourself a soul!
Skylar felt the crawling dissapointment emerge within her spirit.
A heavy sigh crossed her lips and eyes.
-Oh, well, no porno for me tonight...JACKASS! end present command.
The screen went back to black, a dead tone of a colorless shade.
All it left was a reflection of a mad woman running her hands
through her thin blond hair.
**************************************
Somewhere in the midst of darkness there is alight.
But anyone who thinks it´s love can be damned to living hell.
The light is revenge, to apeace the bleeding soul.
A man with such a soul sat before an odd man with ebony skin and dark braids
reaching his vaist.
A dark man with dark eyes and a darker, beautiful soul.
Macy´s client shoke as his request passed his cracked lips.
The boy could be no more than twenty-one. An honest man hiring a hit man...
the boyhad shown the waitress a real ID, stating that he was legal to drink
the hell out of himself.
-I don´t care about the price Mr. Denstjerne, i just want....
the client took a deep breath, leaned his eyes back in the terror of his
own wishes and intense relief of knowing....
-..I just want the bloody fucker dead, i don´t want him to touch others
like...he.
Macy leaned back, drinking absolute vodka, pure.
-I understand "mr. Cold". and i hope that you understand as well.
"Mr. Cold" took an expression of fear upon his burdened shoulders.
Unaware,
unknowing.
The assassin leaned forwards, reflecting sane cruelty and evil.
-You better understand that i´ll gut you slowly if you don´t fucking
shut up about hiring me and my crew to do the fucker.
-Yes
The reply shaky and wavery but quite clear.The guy understood, very well.
This boy obviously had no intent of ever telling anyone about this.
*Poor man, he only wants to be free from this monster*
-The payment will be in credits, you´ll put them on the account we have
disgussed, all of it before hand....clear.
-yes.
Hadn´t Macy sympathized with the boy, he would have laughed out loud into
the poor boy´s face. For being such a good little whimpy catholic boy.
fucking child molestors.
-That will be all "mr. cold" you can fuck off now.
Within seconds the shaking client was gone. Macy was in a particularily bad
mood. Skylar....
only Skylar...To watch her speak, touch her lips.....
*two more weeks, depending on time lapses*
Then, Macy got very, very drunk.
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-I better go and get comfy in my room.
*i didn´t just fucking say that*
mentally Jack kicked herself, for being so...not very careful about what
she said around Riddick.
*He doesn´t want a fucking kid that´s always in the way*
As usually he hesitated for a moment, or did he merely wait and estimate
the situation? Those silver eyes hid most things from everything.
Even her.
This closeness bringing back even more memories than Jack cared for
remembering.
All those "when´s"
All this pain that started to fill her sight instead of him.
Both pains, all pains, eventually seemed to come to Riddick at the end.
even Skylar.
even...Skylar.
No longer did his huge frame fill her range of sight, his image far to
the left.
For a short breezing moment he looked oddly at her, letting her go her way.
Short low spoken, deep spoken words stopped her before she left the
dazzling colored shades of the cooler room.
-Jackleen Menski.
Jack turned around at the sounding voice of her name.
-Don´t get drunk. Don´t get high.
Her psyche froze for a second. How could he always make her shiver like that?
A definate threat lay in his look.
*Get drunk, you know what´ll happen, get high, you´re in for hell...kiddo*
Jack shrugged.
-Don´t worry Riddick, i´ll beat on you if i start getting withdrawls
*-If- how about already!*
Those words brought a smile to his lips. Enjoyable lips, soft skin.
Shit, she knew he had great skin.
The memoir of a rough jacked being forced against her belly stabbed
her back and replaced a "sweeter" past.
-goodnight Riddick.
He said nothing. His silence could be taken as many things. That the night
would be a sleepless hell. That there was no night...or just..."good night".
Those mercs....that smell filling her nostrils as she entered her small room.
Fuckign mercs.Smelling like old sweat and gunpowder.
Disgusting.
Recalling how all four of them had taken their turn.
remembering the helplessness of it all.
Weakness kissing her lost mind.
Pain, being ripped apart, ripped from heaven straight into hell.
The girl opened her eyes to the world around her. Taking the room in.
A single closet merged with the wall, a matress..even sheets. Cables
lying around like the crap they were.
Trashy like most of the ship, empty wine bottles lying around.
Some though, weren´t all too empty.
Salvation. Light at the end of the tunnels.
*One time won´t kill me, better than getting high*
Though she knew by far better. riddick tended to be rather strickt when it
came to her health. Actually, rather risk of dying.
Jack picked the bottles together, sat on her mattress bed and so much like
the rest of her family, got drunk.
Her eyes dazed off, remembering both the time when she´d fucked riddick
and later, every other male she´d hit on in every possible way.
*And i wonder why he won´t fuck me?*
Her eyes wondered over the room once again.
*Oh, a med kit!*
*Oooh, sedatives*
*ooohh*
For couple of hours she sat there, her back against the wall, the light dim.
Through the years she´d gotten used to it. Riddick liked it dark.
He liked EVERYTHING dark in spirit.
Nothing woke her up from her cold thoughs, unruly thoughts.
*Skylar..lil´ bitch...needs me.....why in fuching hell couldn´t shee
jus´ come an´ be my big sis´ for fuching once? Oh, yeah, she´s a crazy
assassin..no...serial killer...cerial killer...or...whatever.....*
Soft knocking on her doors.
-Jack?
*Shit, Riddick, an´e´s gonna kiiiiiilllllll me*
She staggered to her tooth pick feet, brushing the empty bottles away.
Staggering at the attempt.
-Ummm, I´m sleeping!
*Geese, that´s perfect Jack! Now he knows you´re not. Supid bitch*
-don´t sound like that, Skylar needs to talk to us.
-Tell her to fuch off! I ain´t gonna talk to her.
The silence on the other side was terribly disturbing.
Even more so when the doors opened.
his stern figure, stone cold face and eyes that shone of...anger.
The fury in the air magnatizing, amazing, mesmarizing.
-Fuck, Jack, you want me to drop you off at the closest rock?
Cuz if you´re gona be a fucking addict then you´re just in my damn way.
-Gee, thanx riddick. for all the years, yah know!
His eyes burned. Unruly haven, she wasn´t afraid of him. Nah, she´d
lived with mr Sociopath for way to long to be afraid.
She had been once.....
-And for the last two you haven´t been anything but baggage...
an ungrateful little damned brat!
She smiled, drunk, high, whatever.
-Oh, so this is about graditute! What do you want me to do Riddick, be so
fukcing grateful, you want me to go fucking down on you and suck your
dick, cuz if that´s graditute to you then i´ll sure as fuck do it!
riddick´s eyes bruning.
*Shut the fuck up girl*
His hands reaching out for her, pulling her close, so terribly close.
By the hair, by the hand. fucking hurted.
-If i´d still wanna fuck you Jack i would be, but the point is, i don´t
like whores.
She spun around, her nails racking across his face. Coldly he caught
her hand.
-YOU FUCKING BASTARD!
Tears burning in wrath.
The swimming memory of every single man she´d used, trying to forget.
-oh, really. I could fucking smell sex on you when you came home.
It´s like that with you Jackie girl. You start and you can´t stop!
Pain, inferno of memories.
HArd to breath.
Tough to live under the roof of all those images.
hell. fuck. damn.
-The guy you ripped apart.
Her shaking eyes, amber colored hair and tear ripped eyes.
-He isnt´the only one....
-WHAT
His voice raw with anger.
-There were mercs, looking for you. they just, just...i felt so helpless.
His hand reacing out for her, reaching the girl.
His violent thoughts flashing over her sight.
-The night after we...had...sex...they......
Guilt and anger washed over him. The night after, he´d thought she´d
decided to go slut on him. Mercs....
Holding her.
-Dear Jack.
Sensing her.
-Why in fuck do you keep those things away from me?
Touching her
-They were gonna kill you
wanting her
-there were so many of them.
wanting her
-They were mercs, so fucking many of them...i couldn´t....I just fucking
couldn´t....
Her weak voice fading out into obliviant.
His hands frozen, his eyes stunned. his face...a beautiful face.
Jack couldn´t help but collaps. Too much alcahole and too many different
drugs.
Clinging to his shirt, whispering other things out into the blue air.
-It makes me forget everything.
Richard B. Riddick lay his arms around a wounded creature as the beast
within him started to plan.
There were many people he´d have to kill for hurting Jack.
*I should propably ghost myself before i start going down the list*
**********************
*Fucking fine, they don´t want a warning before we land, their
mother fucking problem!*
Skylar´s very so messy memory had completely forgotten about the time lapses
that crowded this area. Usually they´d be random, one saying "Hi, i´ll take
two days of your time" while some said "i´ll save you an hour or so".
Every single fucking laps had said "I wanna fuck you so bad that i´ll
take some time off your shoulders".
-Must be the ship...i dunno what the fuck i´ve stolen..do i?
Skylar strapped herself down. The planet looked wonderful from here.
It´d be very different down there. Just as ugly as the rest of humanity.
with casuality she opened a line to the Philar space port.
-Hey dudes down there, i need a landing port.
The atmosphere approaching quickly.
-Id and registeration
pushing couple of buttons and all of a sudden she was yet another lie in
the system.
-Philar spaceport here. registration acknowledged. Go to west dock, B 459.
-Roger!
Grabbing the controls tightly as she smiled. Weren´t the little civilians
in for a surprise when they´d eventually figure out that all of the
galaxy´s most dangerous people had arrived at their doorsteps, all under the
same plan.
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The gravity pulled at them.
-Damn bitch. Hold on kid, looks like we´re landing.
Jack helt on to the only thing close. Riddick.
-But we´re not suppose to be there in another two weeks, not twenty hours!
The instability minimal. Just the gravioty kicking in. Neither of them
had even felt the sudden change of artificial gravity and the real thing.
A voice echoed through the ships com system.
A pissy Skylar.
-You fucking wanted me to warn before we´d land, well, you lost your fucking
chance, we´re LANDED, you assholes!
Not Jack or Riddick could really give skylar´s pissiness a second of their
concern.
The physical closeness wanted to drown them completely.
Everything different.
The world felt different to both of them.
Still just as fucking bad as before, just in a different way.
********************************
Sweet air.
Real air, polluted and shitty.
Wonderful.
A hotel room. Two hotel rooms.
*Couldn´t leave little sis alone in a big bad bed that just might eat her,
and she´s scared to shits to me*
Skylar smiled wickedly, her plan was sure as fuck working as planned.
It was a plan after all.
Streaching lazily over the king sized bed.
Thinking dirty thoughts, seeing dirty things.
Seeing darkness itself.
A body closing in on hers. The most gentle touch of a missed soul.
-So, you got my message. Do you check your mail every ten minutes.
His eyes so warm and sane. Already stripping her of her clothes.
-No. When ever i miss you, and i always find a new message.
Night faded in on them. A time where demon´s could see. A time when
Skylar could see and others of her kind.
-Oh, Skylar love, there´s a job for you, a priest with an unhealthy appetite.
He sat ontop of her, very cruel to look at if a person didn´t know him.
Skylar´s face took on the expression of anger.
-You feel this...
her fingers brushing against his face.
-Ofcourse i do.
her fist clenched infront of him.
-You see this.
-Most definatly..the point?
He kind of already knew, but to hear her voice would be more than worth it.
-Would you like to FEEL what you SEE!?
He pinned her down by the hands. In terms of streanght it served no point.
But it was their game. Always their game.
-I´m sorry love, didn´t mean to bring work up.
A smile, wanton. A starved wanton.
-There´s something else you can bring up.
*****************************************
-I will kill her. I´ll take a shovel. Make her dig her own grave then beat
her in the head with it and bury her myself!
Jack was comically pissy.
-maybe i´ll just turn her in.
Riddick lay beside her. There was nothing fucking else around to sleep on.
-You´re not that stupid
Riddick´s voice, always cold and even, sarcastic to an extend.
-Why not, she´s a fucking bitch, and i´m thinking five mils are not gonna
be enough to stand her.
-You´re sister ain´t an idiot Jack, neither is Macy. She´s prepared for one
of us tryin´ to ghost her ass at some time.
Jack took a deep breath and exhaled words that her hang over self didn´t mean.
-She´s fucking right to
Riddick´s thoughts kept on swirling like an ocean of if´s.
Swirling around how to ghost the mother fuckers.
Always about Jack.
*Too fucking young, then and...*
-Don´t tell me that you´re gonna try to x her?
The usual sarcasm sweetenging his low toned voice into a demon whisper.
*There´s no freaggin need to X Skylar out, it´ll only give the kid a
burden*
Jack tugged the blankets closer, resenting his words.
-Something funny about that, eh, Riddick?
Staring out into the air.
Still seeing her face.
Still seeing Skylar´s face.
-As I said, she ain´t a fool. She could ghost you at any minute,
without thinking.
*Fuck, she could ghost me at any time*
-You haven´t killed me yet Riddick, what makes you think she might do me?
A young irritated voice shivering into nothing but a breeze of desert dust.
-I´m not half as fried as she is.
Jack kicked him in the leg. One reason to sleep on the floor. She´d been
acting like this ever since landing. As if he´d never found her drunk and
doped. As if her secret hadn´t been blown out into the black hole he
had as a mind.
-What the fuck do you mean by that?!
Kind of being herself, wasn´t she? The kid he´d gotten to know.
The girl who´d grown up.
Did that convern him more than Skylar and waht ever she would be up to?
More than definatly.
-You´re too fuckign curious for your own good kid.
Riddick ignored her painful pleas of "Tell me..c´mon asshole, tell me"
and the occasional kicking and pucnking from her limbs.
he dazed off.
No fucking idea that he´d been just that tired.
Great.
her scent.
his mind drawing back on him.
Betrying him.
Bringing him back to the point of where from he´d been destined to meet
the girl.
Fuck it all.
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Cryo-sleep.
The worst damned bitch ever.
The condition, always still.
Fucking frozen in his own body.
Everyone slept.
for how many weeks now?
He knew....Skylar, Macy´s girl, leaning against him in another fucking
coffin of green light.
A moment.
Thinking.
*Tangier*
He would have grinned if the fucking mouth piece hadn´t muled him like
a horse.
*That bitch should be in slam city, after ghosting those guards*
The flash of her deed.
brutal.
Tortured.
Beautiful......
Their hearts beating in her hands as they died.
Small cuts and bruises reaching through their bones. He´d ghosted some of
them, but that bitch had saved the best for herself.
*No wonder she´s Macy´s*
The never changing hum of the ship changed.
Lights went out, alerts on. His mind raced to find away to get out of the
cell.
Lights.
Green foolish glow.
Skylar´s cell crashed. Blood fuming out.
*She ghosted herself! Fucking asshole*
His eyes tried to see out more, but the light hadn´t returned to it´s previous
strenght.
Dead air.
Footsteps.
Light and child like.
Someone very very weightless.
His cell open.
Who´s game was this?
Game or not, a little walk would be fun. Breaking free from the chains and
spitting the piece out of his mouth.
Walking towards her cell.
*Damn bitch, it would have been fun to fry her brain*
A pice of iron stood through Skylar´s coffin. Spewed in blood.
Taking a closer look. Just to remember her, finally dead.
-What the fuck....
He smelled the blood he rubbed between his fingers.
The name Jack was scratched on the inside,
-Better of dead, if she fucked someone else than Macy.
A closer look. eyes. His narrowed, the corps´ wide in terror.
A guard.
The bastard had his heart ripped out.
-Damn.
Her plan slammed through his head.
Anger and bloodlust squirmed. An out raged cry infuriated him.
-Fucking sociopathic bitch stabbed me in the back.
he smiled thought. Most likely Skylar knew about his plan.
Just to ditch her.
In Tangier, amongst all the rapists, petafiles and murderers.
The alarms went psycho on him.
Every single sense drowined in them.
A high pitched security system for escapees.
-Fuck me
Big time, even said with a smile.
A sound cutting into his brain.
Designed to beat the fuck out of anyone´s concentration.
Well, almost anyone.
Sociopaths, multi murderers and devils were an exception.
meaning.
The two of them.
His head collapsing after a long time of tolerating the sound.
He´d gotten to know enough.
Enough to want to twist her neck off her head, slowly.
The files were reconfigured.
Destination: Ursa Luna penalty facility
Cargo: 6 male prisoners.......
And Skylar´s name was no where to be found...however, he most certainly
would be seeing her crimes.
She´d transferred her file into his.
Pinned it all on him.
Bleeding he screamed in his cage.,
Back there.
Oh, he´d be out soon enough.
Chop her head off.
Gut her.
Maybe this Jack too.
chapter VII
Maknig contact
...All Riddick did was to hold her in a completely non-sexual way.
-Jackass, circle cameras
The screen went crazy, forming a fluent 360 degree trip around the
"couple"
-Fuck.
Obvious, both fucking resisting to touch the other in a more intimate way,
if possible.
-Damn you Riddick...for getting yourself a soul!
Skylar felt the crawling dissapointment emerge within her spirit.
A heavy sigh crossed her lips and eyes.
-Oh, well, no porno for me tonight...JACKASS! end present command.
The screen went back to black, a dead tone of a colorless shade.
All it left was a reflection of a mad woman running her hands
through her thin blond hair.
**************************************
Somewhere in the midst of darkness there is alight.
But anyone who thinks it´s love can be damned to living hell.
The light is revenge, to apeace the bleeding soul.
A man with such a soul sat before an odd man with ebony skin and dark braids
reaching his vaist.
A dark man with dark eyes and a darker, beautiful soul.
Macy´s client shoke as his request passed his cracked lips.
The boy could be no more than twenty-one. An honest man hiring a hit man...
the boyhad shown the waitress a real ID, stating that he was legal to drink
the hell out of himself.
-I don´t care about the price Mr. Denstjerne, i just want....
the client took a deep breath, leaned his eyes back in the terror of his
own wishes and intense relief of knowing....
-..I just want the bloody fucker dead, i don´t want him to touch others
like...he.
Macy leaned back, drinking absolute vodka, pure.
-I understand "mr. Cold". and i hope that you understand as well.
"Mr. Cold" took an expression of fear upon his burdened shoulders.
Unaware,
unknowing.
The assassin leaned forwards, reflecting sane cruelty and evil.
-You better understand that i´ll gut you slowly if you don´t fucking
shut up about hiring me and my crew to do the fucker.
-Yes
The reply shaky and wavery but quite clear.The guy understood, very well.
This boy obviously had no intent of ever telling anyone about this.
*Poor man, he only wants to be free from this monster*
-The payment will be in credits, you´ll put them on the account we have
disgussed, all of it before hand....clear.
-yes.
Hadn´t Macy sympathized with the boy, he would have laughed out loud into
the poor boy´s face. For being such a good little whimpy catholic boy.
fucking child molestors.
-That will be all "mr. cold" you can fuck off now.
Within seconds the shaking client was gone. Macy was in a particularily bad
mood. Skylar....
only Skylar...To watch her speak, touch her lips.....
*two more weeks, depending on time lapses*
Then, Macy got very, very drunk.
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-I better go and get comfy in my room.
*i didn´t just fucking say that*
mentally Jack kicked herself, for being so...not very careful about what
she said around Riddick.
*He doesn´t want a fucking kid that´s always in the way*
As usually he hesitated for a moment, or did he merely wait and estimate
the situation? Those silver eyes hid most things from everything.
Even her.
This closeness bringing back even more memories than Jack cared for
remembering.
All those "when´s"
All this pain that started to fill her sight instead of him.
Both pains, all pains, eventually seemed to come to Riddick at the end.
even Skylar.
even...Skylar.
No longer did his huge frame fill her range of sight, his image far to
the left.
For a short breezing moment he looked oddly at her, letting her go her way.
Short low spoken, deep spoken words stopped her before she left the
dazzling colored shades of the cooler room.
-Jackleen Menski.
Jack turned around at the sounding voice of her name.
-Don´t get drunk. Don´t get high.
Her psyche froze for a second. How could he always make her shiver like that?
A definate threat lay in his look.
*Get drunk, you know what´ll happen, get high, you´re in for hell...kiddo*
Jack shrugged.
-Don´t worry Riddick, i´ll beat on you if i start getting withdrawls
*-If- how about already!*
Those words brought a smile to his lips. Enjoyable lips, soft skin.
Shit, she knew he had great skin.
The memoir of a rough jacked being forced against her belly stabbed
her back and replaced a "sweeter" past.
-goodnight Riddick.
He said nothing. His silence could be taken as many things. That the night
would be a sleepless hell. That there was no night...or just..."good night".
Those mercs....that smell filling her nostrils as she entered her small room.
Fuckign mercs.Smelling like old sweat and gunpowder.
Disgusting.
Recalling how all four of them had taken their turn.
remembering the helplessness of it all.
Weakness kissing her lost mind.
Pain, being ripped apart, ripped from heaven straight into hell.
The girl opened her eyes to the world around her. Taking the room in.
A single closet merged with the wall, a matress..even sheets. Cables
lying around like the crap they were.
Trashy like most of the ship, empty wine bottles lying around.
Some though, weren´t all too empty.
Salvation. Light at the end of the tunnels.
*One time won´t kill me, better than getting high*
Though she knew by far better. riddick tended to be rather strickt when it
came to her health. Actually, rather risk of dying.
Jack picked the bottles together, sat on her mattress bed and so much like
the rest of her family, got drunk.
Her eyes dazed off, remembering both the time when she´d fucked riddick
and later, every other male she´d hit on in every possible way.
*And i wonder why he won´t fuck me?*
Her eyes wondered over the room once again.
*Oh, a med kit!*
*Oooh, sedatives*
*ooohh*
For couple of hours she sat there, her back against the wall, the light dim.
Through the years she´d gotten used to it. Riddick liked it dark.
He liked EVERYTHING dark in spirit.
Nothing woke her up from her cold thoughs, unruly thoughts.
*Skylar..lil´ bitch...needs me.....why in fuching hell couldn´t shee
jus´ come an´ be my big sis´ for fuching once? Oh, yeah, she´s a crazy
assassin..no...serial killer...cerial killer...or...whatever.....*
Soft knocking on her doors.
-Jack?
*Shit, Riddick, an´e´s gonna kiiiiiilllllll me*
She staggered to her tooth pick feet, brushing the empty bottles away.
Staggering at the attempt.
-Ummm, I´m sleeping!
*Geese, that´s perfect Jack! Now he knows you´re not. Supid bitch*
-don´t sound like that, Skylar needs to talk to us.
-Tell her to fuch off! I ain´t gonna talk to her.
The silence on the other side was terribly disturbing.
Even more so when the doors opened.
his stern figure, stone cold face and eyes that shone of...anger.
The fury in the air magnatizing, amazing, mesmarizing.
-Fuck, Jack, you want me to drop you off at the closest rock?
Cuz if you´re gona be a fucking addict then you´re just in my damn way.
-Gee, thanx riddick. for all the years, yah know!
His eyes burned. Unruly haven, she wasn´t afraid of him. Nah, she´d
lived with mr Sociopath for way to long to be afraid.
She had been once.....
-And for the last two you haven´t been anything but baggage...
an ungrateful little damned brat!
She smiled, drunk, high, whatever.
-Oh, so this is about graditute! What do you want me to do Riddick, be so
fukcing grateful, you want me to go fucking down on you and suck your
dick, cuz if that´s graditute to you then i´ll sure as fuck do it!
riddick´s eyes bruning.
*Shut the fuck up girl*
His hands reaching out for her, pulling her close, so terribly close.
By the hair, by the hand. fucking hurted.
-If i´d still wanna fuck you Jack i would be, but the point is, i don´t
like whores.
She spun around, her nails racking across his face. Coldly he caught
her hand.
-YOU FUCKING BASTARD!
Tears burning in wrath.
The swimming memory of every single man she´d used, trying to forget.
-oh, really. I could fucking smell sex on you when you came home.
It´s like that with you Jackie girl. You start and you can´t stop!
Pain, inferno of memories.
HArd to breath.
Tough to live under the roof of all those images.
hell. fuck. damn.
-The guy you ripped apart.
Her shaking eyes, amber colored hair and tear ripped eyes.
-He isnt´the only one....
-WHAT
His voice raw with anger.
-There were mercs, looking for you. they just, just...i felt so helpless.
His hand reacing out for her, reaching the girl.
His violent thoughts flashing over her sight.
-The night after we...had...sex...they......
Guilt and anger washed over him. The night after, he´d thought she´d
decided to go slut on him. Mercs....
Holding her.
-Dear Jack.
Sensing her.
-Why in fuck do you keep those things away from me?
Touching her
-They were gonna kill you
wanting her
-there were so many of them.
wanting her
-They were mercs, so fucking many of them...i couldn´t....I just fucking
couldn´t....
Her weak voice fading out into obliviant.
His hands frozen, his eyes stunned. his face...a beautiful face.
Jack couldn´t help but collaps. Too much alcahole and too many different
drugs.
Clinging to his shirt, whispering other things out into the blue air.
-It makes me forget everything.
Richard B. Riddick lay his arms around a wounded creature as the beast
within him started to plan.
There were many people he´d have to kill for hurting Jack.
*I should propably ghost myself before i start going down the list*
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*Fucking fine, they don´t want a warning before we land, their
mother fucking problem!*
Skylar´s very so messy memory had completely forgotten about the time lapses
that crowded this area. Usually they´d be random, one saying "Hi, i´ll take
two days of your time" while some said "i´ll save you an hour or so".
Every single fucking laps had said "I wanna fuck you so bad that i´ll
take some time off your shoulders".
-Must be the ship...i dunno what the fuck i´ve stolen..do i?
Skylar strapped herself down. The planet looked wonderful from here.
It´d be very different down there. Just as ugly as the rest of humanity.
with casuality she opened a line to the Philar space port.
-Hey dudes down there, i need a landing port.
The atmosphere approaching quickly.
-Id and registeration
pushing couple of buttons and all of a sudden she was yet another lie in
the system.
-Philar spaceport here. registration acknowledged. Go to west dock, B 459.
-Roger!
Grabbing the controls tightly as she smiled. Weren´t the little civilians
in for a surprise when they´d eventually figure out that all of the
galaxy´s most dangerous people had arrived at their doorsteps, all under the
same plan.
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The gravity pulled at them.
-Damn bitch. Hold on kid, looks like we´re landing.
Jack helt on to the only thing close. Riddick.
-But we´re not suppose to be there in another two weeks, not twenty hours!
The instability minimal. Just the gravioty kicking in. Neither of them
had even felt the sudden change of artificial gravity and the real thing.
A voice echoed through the ships com system.
A pissy Skylar.
-You fucking wanted me to warn before we´d land, well, you lost your fucking
chance, we´re LANDED, you assholes!
Not Jack or Riddick could really give skylar´s pissiness a second of their
concern.
The physical closeness wanted to drown them completely.
Everything different.
The world felt different to both of them.
Still just as fucking bad as before, just in a different way.
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Sweet air.
Real air, polluted and shitty.
Wonderful.
A hotel room. Two hotel rooms.
*Couldn´t leave little sis alone in a big bad bed that just might eat her,
and she´s scared to shits to me*
Skylar smiled wickedly, her plan was sure as fuck working as planned.
It was a plan after all.
Streaching lazily over the king sized bed.
Thinking dirty thoughts, seeing dirty things.
Seeing darkness itself.
A body closing in on hers. The most gentle touch of a missed soul.
-So, you got my message. Do you check your mail every ten minutes.
His eyes so warm and sane. Already stripping her of her clothes.
-No. When ever i miss you, and i always find a new message.
Night faded in on them. A time where demon´s could see. A time when
Skylar could see and others of her kind.
-Oh, Skylar love, there´s a job for you, a priest with an unhealthy appetite.
He sat ontop of her, very cruel to look at if a person didn´t know him.
Skylar´s face took on the expression of anger.
-You feel this...
her fingers brushing against his face.
-Ofcourse i do.
her fist clenched infront of him.
-You see this.
-Most definatly..the point?
He kind of already knew, but to hear her voice would be more than worth it.
-Would you like to FEEL what you SEE!?
He pinned her down by the hands. In terms of streanght it served no point.
But it was their game. Always their game.
-I´m sorry love, didn´t mean to bring work up.
A smile, wanton. A starved wanton.
-There´s something else you can bring up.
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-I will kill her. I´ll take a shovel. Make her dig her own grave then beat
her in the head with it and bury her myself!
Jack was comically pissy.
-maybe i´ll just turn her in.
Riddick lay beside her. There was nothing fucking else around to sleep on.
-You´re not that stupid
Riddick´s voice, always cold and even, sarcastic to an extend.
-Why not, she´s a fucking bitch, and i´m thinking five mils are not gonna
be enough to stand her.
-You´re sister ain´t an idiot Jack, neither is Macy. She´s prepared for one
of us tryin´ to ghost her ass at some time.
Jack took a deep breath and exhaled words that her hang over self didn´t mean.
-She´s fucking right to
Riddick´s thoughts kept on swirling like an ocean of if´s.
Swirling around how to ghost the mother fuckers.
Always about Jack.
*Too fucking young, then and...*
-Don´t tell me that you´re gonna try to x her?
The usual sarcasm sweetenging his low toned voice into a demon whisper.
*There´s no freaggin need to X Skylar out, it´ll only give the kid a
burden*
Jack tugged the blankets closer, resenting his words.
-Something funny about that, eh, Riddick?
Staring out into the air.
Still seeing her face.
Still seeing Skylar´s face.
-As I said, she ain´t a fool. She could ghost you at any minute,
without thinking.
*Fuck, she could ghost me at any time*
-You haven´t killed me yet Riddick, what makes you think she might do me?
A young irritated voice shivering into nothing but a breeze of desert dust.
-I´m not half as fried as she is.
Jack kicked him in the leg. One reason to sleep on the floor. She´d been
acting like this ever since landing. As if he´d never found her drunk and
doped. As if her secret hadn´t been blown out into the black hole he
had as a mind.
-What the fuck do you mean by that?!
Kind of being herself, wasn´t she? The kid he´d gotten to know.
The girl who´d grown up.
Did that convern him more than Skylar and waht ever she would be up to?
More than definatly.
-You´re too fuckign curious for your own good kid.
Riddick ignored her painful pleas of "Tell me..c´mon asshole, tell me"
and the occasional kicking and pucnking from her limbs.
he dazed off.
No fucking idea that he´d been just that tired.
Great.
her scent.
his mind drawing back on him.
Betrying him.
Bringing him back to the point of where from he´d been destined to meet
the girl.
Fuck it all.
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Cryo-sleep.
The worst damned bitch ever.
The condition, always still.
Fucking frozen in his own body.
Everyone slept.
for how many weeks now?
He knew....Skylar, Macy´s girl, leaning against him in another fucking
coffin of green light.
A moment.
Thinking.
*Tangier*
He would have grinned if the fucking mouth piece hadn´t muled him like
a horse.
*That bitch should be in slam city, after ghosting those guards*
The flash of her deed.
brutal.
Tortured.
Beautiful......
Their hearts beating in her hands as they died.
Small cuts and bruises reaching through their bones. He´d ghosted some of
them, but that bitch had saved the best for herself.
*No wonder she´s Macy´s*
The never changing hum of the ship changed.
Lights went out, alerts on. His mind raced to find away to get out of the
cell.
Lights.
Green foolish glow.
Skylar´s cell crashed. Blood fuming out.
*She ghosted herself! Fucking asshole*
His eyes tried to see out more, but the light hadn´t returned to it´s previous
strenght.
Dead air.
Footsteps.
Light and child like.
Someone very very weightless.
His cell open.
Who´s game was this?
Game or not, a little walk would be fun. Breaking free from the chains and
spitting the piece out of his mouth.
Walking towards her cell.
*Damn bitch, it would have been fun to fry her brain*
A pice of iron stood through Skylar´s coffin. Spewed in blood.
Taking a closer look. Just to remember her, finally dead.
-What the fuck....
He smelled the blood he rubbed between his fingers.
The name Jack was scratched on the inside,
-Better of dead, if she fucked someone else than Macy.
A closer look. eyes. His narrowed, the corps´ wide in terror.
A guard.
The bastard had his heart ripped out.
-Damn.
Her plan slammed through his head.
Anger and bloodlust squirmed. An out raged cry infuriated him.
-Fucking sociopathic bitch stabbed me in the back.
he smiled thought. Most likely Skylar knew about his plan.
Just to ditch her.
In Tangier, amongst all the rapists, petafiles and murderers.
The alarms went psycho on him.
Every single sense drowined in them.
A high pitched security system for escapees.
-Fuck me
Big time, even said with a smile.
A sound cutting into his brain.
Designed to beat the fuck out of anyone´s concentration.
Well, almost anyone.
Sociopaths, multi murderers and devils were an exception.
meaning.
The two of them.
His head collapsing after a long time of tolerating the sound.
He´d gotten to know enough.
Enough to want to twist her neck off her head, slowly.
The files were reconfigured.
Destination: Ursa Luna penalty facility
Cargo: 6 male prisoners.......
And Skylar´s name was no where to be found...however, he most certainly
would be seeing her crimes.
She´d transferred her file into his.
Pinned it all on him.
Bleeding he screamed in his cage.,
Back there.
Oh, he´d be out soon enough.
Chop her head off.
Gut her.
Maybe this Jack too.