pitch black
obscure anticipation
chapter ten,
blood on my fingers
author´s notes: my self esteem needs feedbacks. So if you r then please
r&r, cuz one doesn´t work without the other...but the other works without
the other...i´m too sleepy to make sense.
Back, crumbled together in a ship.
With a mass of induviduals.
The pure madness of an ansurd show.
Just five more days.
Five...
Ouch.
The last month or so had been more than simply intolerable.
Only one thing was worse than all those killers cooped up together,
therefor doing absurd things.
Such as looking for the murderer of Macy´s apples.
All he´d been eating lately.
red, red apples.
They´d found the thief, the murderer, the rapist, of Macy´s apple.
A jealous girly boy.
He went outdoors.
fantastic, why not just leave a sign on teh ship screaming
"WE´RE ALL CRAZY MURDERER ABOUT TO BREAK INTO A JAIL"
A fucking addy for all the mercs in the world.
Yes.
Only one thing worse than all that.
the fact that Riddick hadn´t shown his face for that precious month
of pure fucked-up-ness.
Only simple looks from his silvery eyes in the dark.
When she´d crossed him in the gym area,
when she´d knocked on his doors, seeing him holding a bottle of booze,
when he´d thrown her outta his room.
For what?
For being indecent, for talking about the past?
Hadn´t they supposedly been making process? The rape out into thin air.
Or perhaps he was angry about the fact that Jack severely resented
that he´d nearly killed her sister.
So much out.
For a long moment a girl was no longer a girl, but just a human realizing
an obvious, yet hidden truth.
*He´s human too, isn´t he. God, he must hade my guts right now. I lied
to him about my family, i never told him about the mercs, i hid the drugs
and booze away from him. Fuck. I stabbed him in the back*
Fiddling with the belt as she cuddled up in the assistant pilot´s chair.
The pilot chair being occupied by Macy and Skylar...getting it on.
He was kind of sitting ontop of her, stealing kisses.
jack´s mind couldn´t help but wander to Riddick.
*Don´t think of him like that girlie, that´s over, if it ever was*
rising out of the chair, no longer comfortable with Riddick in her head,
whispering to the couple.
-Fucknig rabbits.
With uncertainy she entered the cooler room.
Her only mental sanctuary.
Fearing for her mentality, or what she thought she had left.
*Skylar is only using me to get the money, Riddick´s thrown me away like
a dirty rag...bastard*
A smile broke through the sadness.
-I´ll be seeing you soon dad.
Memories seeping through her bleeding heart, memories meant to cure that wound.
It didn´t.
Something dug so deep festering and leaking out poss wouldn´t let a jubilant
memory push the darkness aside.
But the joy she felt.
For almost a decade she hadn´t seen her dad.
How would he look like?
how would he react?
Still she remembered him, the devious crook her used to be.
Got caught though.
He had a temper, that much she did remember. He could also be so kind.
Would he still be kind?
What would the time inn have done to him?
a flash of a brutal scene caught her mind.
The darkness agressivly overtaking her thoughts.
Johns face.
All over.
Johns. The fucker. Taking his turn over and over and over again.
A familiar ache wrenched her spirit.
now there was no booze or morphine to run to.
Fuck.
fuck.
Fuck.
A pain captivating her spine, her arms..and....everywhere.
everywhere the fucker had touched her.
*Let´s not bruse her too bad*
*You like it, you like it you like it you bitch*
Shaking her head. Still feeling the cold steel against her head.
A freaggin gun.
Grabbing her breasts violently, pinching the skin.
Ripping her body apart from the inside.
*Let´s not leave her brused*
Screaming, choked. Kicking, tied. Crying, raped.
*You like it you like it you like it you like it you like it!!*
-NOOOOOO
A high pitched scream raching from her core, the real Jack screaming and
shaking.
Angry.
Passionate.
Hateful steps towards her room.
Amazing that those fucks didn´t sleep in the rooms.
Probably got to used to sleeping on store shelfs.
Hugging herself in the ourity of her emotions.
Open doors.
closed doors.
Girl off dressing.
Girl taking a shower.
Girl rubbing her skin until it almost bleed.
Girl using to much soap
girl
girl
a woman curling up in bed hoping for some useless sleep.
Doors open...
doors open...
doors...open.
Skylar.
-hey, girlie, ok if i use your shower?
*feeling dirty already?*
-I just finished all the hot wahter.
Skylar shrugged.
-I don´t mind.
No reply from the bed ridden creature, so it was taken as a yes from
the invader.
*do they all think that if you don´t say no that then it´s ok?*
Why in hell had she seen Johns face anyway?
The fuck was dead.
Those things had gotten him.
*And my sanity*
Given Riddick a soul.
*Ironic that it took something worse than him to make him feel human*
Ten minutes later Skylar re appeared, wearing black underwear.
A bra
a thong.
Very sculptured,
very fit.
Surprisingly scarred.
Jack couldn´t help but stare in pain. her olders sister was covered in scars.
Specially her abdomen.
There were a few scratches on her amrs, probbaly from defense.
A few on her thies and calfs.
Some by her collar bone.
But so so so many on her stomach.
Almost as if she´d been gutted, shivved.
Riddick. She´d never realized that the attack had been that bad.
-Staring at his handy work, eh?
Skylar´s voice dull and non sensual. Hiding the pain? Or did she just not
care what so ever?
-Guess so.
Older sister leaning down to the little sister.
(Big chimney leaning down to the little chimney)
-Better watch out how you fuck with mr Evil, little girl.
(You´re to small to smoke).
Rolling over in the ivory sheets, lying on her back, staring back.
Staring through to and from.
-What makes you think i wanna fuck with him?
A smirk curled up and got cozy on older sis´ face.
The mostly naked woman sitting down on the bed.
-I see the way you stare at him, the way your pupils explose when ever
you smell him and his fucked up mind.
You wanna fuck him.
Not changing her position or her monotone voice, stunned by her own thought
and how impotent she felt.
-I already have.
Jack heard the ruffling of hair. Skylar drying her head with a yellow towel.
Stolen? Came with the ship? Killed for? Who´d kill for something so small.
Who´d kill for lunch.
Riddick would.
Maybe she just bought it.
-Go on.
To her surprise Jack went on about the past. A past leading to present
circum stances
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27 oct
DeAr fUCKind DiaRy
Riddick´s birthday. 27/27...nice touch.
I finally pulled outta his freaggin mouth!
Just twenty seven.
Not that bad really.He´s just 9 years older than me.
No freaggin deal.
Geese, he is...ah..you already know what the fuck i´m gonna say,
and why am i even talking to abook as if it´s real?
Well, the if it makes the school therapist think i´m sane, then so be it.
I still can´t believe that they sent me to a head fucker.
Odd, fucking odd.
Anways, his birthday. Actually, i´m still kinda stunned.
It´s been about three years since that damned hell hole excuse of a planet.
percisely 1355 days since i met him.
(me and my hyper brain)
And it´s his fault that he doesn´t get a birthday present.
The fucker only old me last night.
He definatly likes doing this to me.
this is kind of like the time he didn´t tell me...well...let´s leave that
out or this entery will be too fucking long.
It already is.
***
28 oct
diary!
How should i start. fuck.
Well, that about describes it.
Fuck.
We got very waisted yesterday.
very very waisted. i did manage to steal some decent booze.
Apperantly something Paris used to drink. Amazing that he still remembers.
we got too waisted, but not enough to forget or be irresponsable.
Shit.
Oh man.
It hurt. I knew it would but, ouch....man....so..well...fuck.
it´s sex.
I just hope i´ll never have girly camp fire tales where we talk about
our first times.
mine would be som´thing like this.
"Yeah, he´s a famous multi convicted murderer, thief and maniac and 9
yrs older than me"
Ofcourse i´d have to leave it out that i was 16 (turning seventeen, mind you)
when i lost my virginity.
Still can´t belive it.
Actually, i can´t belive what he did the morning after.
We did pass out in his bed.
After having sex, talking about it, having sex again, drinking the rest of
the booze and after we decided there was no point in talking about it.
Anywas, it was hilarious.
His present fuck buddy, a blond called Lisa (he´s fucking, or was)
for two reasons, she´s good in bed, and she´s stupid enough to belive him,
well, maybe three reasons....he think´s it´s funny that she´s the stereo
typical blond, personally i think she just looks too much like Fry.
Enough of the past.
The bitch came to the doors, he answered the doors with a shiv only wearing
his black boxers.
Dunno what they talked about, but she started screaming and barged in.
Maybe it was about the red lines i left on his back.
gotta cut those nails.
She ran into the room, seeing me lying there, naked.
I´ve never seen someone this surprised.
Then she called Riddick a petafile and a sicko.
Well, i won´t blame her, she thinks i´m his kid sister.
I might still be a kid, but fuck no, i´m not his sister.
For one, he´s american, i´m russian. It´s obvious. I might not have an accent,
but just look at me!
He came back to bed, looked at me funny....
We spend the day in bed. Strangely enough...more talking than sex.
Serious chit chat.
How this is gonna change alot.
One thing´s for certain. At least for a while, no more dates for me.
That is, if this thing works out. Fuck, i hope it does.
***
29 octo
damn hell, i..no what how i am going to what so. no no non o
i screamed, i screamed screamed. no on heard, hje didn´t hear.
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. No no no no no
oh no oh no.
He calles me a slut.
looked like johns smelled like johns.
What happened yesterday?
Now i´m a whore
a slut
bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch.
I´m just like skylar i´m gonna be just like that fucked up crazy bitch
who killed my father.
much fuck fuck,
fuck fuck
fuck.
Why can´t i cry....
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Staring at the liquid, not seeing it.
Still smelling her.
That girl, Jack.
The last few days had been somewhat wretching. Not bearing to even look at
her without a thought passing by.
Usually thoughts including him slicing her guts.
The disturbing fact that her dad had abused her and that she didn´t seem
to have any recollection of it.
The kid didn´t deserve so much pain.
he liked the pain. Alot.
Inflicting pain being what once made him feel alive, it still did, but now
he had to deal with the guilt of it.
Not that it´d be that hard. He didn´t care much for the people he killed,
Scumbags, thiefs, rapsists. He usually found someone who didn´t seem
to deserve to live. All his emotionality would be taken out on those
unfortunate creeps.
His guilt wasn´t about killing them, more about Jack knowing that he killed
and he enjoyed it.
His hands itching to kill those mercs, to ripp her father apart inch by inch.
peel his skin of in the slowest of moves and then shiv his insides while
the fucker would still be asleep.
he´d have to hold back for a few days. Just a few.
He had talked to Skylar for the past few days.
The crazy bitch had explained everything about the plan.
A good plan, a plan he liked. Fucking fantastic actually.
Stragetic, surpirse, smooth.
Slowly inhaling the air Jack had breathed in only minutes ago, enjoying the
scent she´d left behind.
five days till they´d get Jack´s old man. Some infinate time of looking
for the formula, having Jack solve it, kill the old man, get the money.
Split.
Easy in words.
Though.. something would break. Something in that plan would go through his
fingers. Someone´s blood.
Jack, Skylar or the old man.
He´d have to hang around Skylar more.
Rather her than Jack.
obscure anticipation
chapter ten,
blood on my fingers
author´s notes: my self esteem needs feedbacks. So if you r then please
r&r, cuz one doesn´t work without the other...but the other works without
the other...i´m too sleepy to make sense.
Back, crumbled together in a ship.
With a mass of induviduals.
The pure madness of an ansurd show.
Just five more days.
Five...
Ouch.
The last month or so had been more than simply intolerable.
Only one thing was worse than all those killers cooped up together,
therefor doing absurd things.
Such as looking for the murderer of Macy´s apples.
All he´d been eating lately.
red, red apples.
They´d found the thief, the murderer, the rapist, of Macy´s apple.
A jealous girly boy.
He went outdoors.
fantastic, why not just leave a sign on teh ship screaming
"WE´RE ALL CRAZY MURDERER ABOUT TO BREAK INTO A JAIL"
A fucking addy for all the mercs in the world.
Yes.
Only one thing worse than all that.
the fact that Riddick hadn´t shown his face for that precious month
of pure fucked-up-ness.
Only simple looks from his silvery eyes in the dark.
When she´d crossed him in the gym area,
when she´d knocked on his doors, seeing him holding a bottle of booze,
when he´d thrown her outta his room.
For what?
For being indecent, for talking about the past?
Hadn´t they supposedly been making process? The rape out into thin air.
Or perhaps he was angry about the fact that Jack severely resented
that he´d nearly killed her sister.
So much out.
For a long moment a girl was no longer a girl, but just a human realizing
an obvious, yet hidden truth.
*He´s human too, isn´t he. God, he must hade my guts right now. I lied
to him about my family, i never told him about the mercs, i hid the drugs
and booze away from him. Fuck. I stabbed him in the back*
Fiddling with the belt as she cuddled up in the assistant pilot´s chair.
The pilot chair being occupied by Macy and Skylar...getting it on.
He was kind of sitting ontop of her, stealing kisses.
jack´s mind couldn´t help but wander to Riddick.
*Don´t think of him like that girlie, that´s over, if it ever was*
rising out of the chair, no longer comfortable with Riddick in her head,
whispering to the couple.
-Fucknig rabbits.
With uncertainy she entered the cooler room.
Her only mental sanctuary.
Fearing for her mentality, or what she thought she had left.
*Skylar is only using me to get the money, Riddick´s thrown me away like
a dirty rag...bastard*
A smile broke through the sadness.
-I´ll be seeing you soon dad.
Memories seeping through her bleeding heart, memories meant to cure that wound.
It didn´t.
Something dug so deep festering and leaking out poss wouldn´t let a jubilant
memory push the darkness aside.
But the joy she felt.
For almost a decade she hadn´t seen her dad.
How would he look like?
how would he react?
Still she remembered him, the devious crook her used to be.
Got caught though.
He had a temper, that much she did remember. He could also be so kind.
Would he still be kind?
What would the time inn have done to him?
a flash of a brutal scene caught her mind.
The darkness agressivly overtaking her thoughts.
Johns face.
All over.
Johns. The fucker. Taking his turn over and over and over again.
A familiar ache wrenched her spirit.
now there was no booze or morphine to run to.
Fuck.
fuck.
Fuck.
A pain captivating her spine, her arms..and....everywhere.
everywhere the fucker had touched her.
*Let´s not bruse her too bad*
*You like it, you like it you like it you bitch*
Shaking her head. Still feeling the cold steel against her head.
A freaggin gun.
Grabbing her breasts violently, pinching the skin.
Ripping her body apart from the inside.
*Let´s not leave her brused*
Screaming, choked. Kicking, tied. Crying, raped.
*You like it you like it you like it you like it you like it!!*
-NOOOOOO
A high pitched scream raching from her core, the real Jack screaming and
shaking.
Angry.
Passionate.
Hateful steps towards her room.
Amazing that those fucks didn´t sleep in the rooms.
Probably got to used to sleeping on store shelfs.
Hugging herself in the ourity of her emotions.
Open doors.
closed doors.
Girl off dressing.
Girl taking a shower.
Girl rubbing her skin until it almost bleed.
Girl using to much soap
girl
girl
a woman curling up in bed hoping for some useless sleep.
Doors open...
doors open...
doors...open.
Skylar.
-hey, girlie, ok if i use your shower?
*feeling dirty already?*
-I just finished all the hot wahter.
Skylar shrugged.
-I don´t mind.
No reply from the bed ridden creature, so it was taken as a yes from
the invader.
*do they all think that if you don´t say no that then it´s ok?*
Why in hell had she seen Johns face anyway?
The fuck was dead.
Those things had gotten him.
*And my sanity*
Given Riddick a soul.
*Ironic that it took something worse than him to make him feel human*
Ten minutes later Skylar re appeared, wearing black underwear.
A bra
a thong.
Very sculptured,
very fit.
Surprisingly scarred.
Jack couldn´t help but stare in pain. her olders sister was covered in scars.
Specially her abdomen.
There were a few scratches on her amrs, probbaly from defense.
A few on her thies and calfs.
Some by her collar bone.
But so so so many on her stomach.
Almost as if she´d been gutted, shivved.
Riddick. She´d never realized that the attack had been that bad.
-Staring at his handy work, eh?
Skylar´s voice dull and non sensual. Hiding the pain? Or did she just not
care what so ever?
-Guess so.
Older sister leaning down to the little sister.
(Big chimney leaning down to the little chimney)
-Better watch out how you fuck with mr Evil, little girl.
(You´re to small to smoke).
Rolling over in the ivory sheets, lying on her back, staring back.
Staring through to and from.
-What makes you think i wanna fuck with him?
A smirk curled up and got cozy on older sis´ face.
The mostly naked woman sitting down on the bed.
-I see the way you stare at him, the way your pupils explose when ever
you smell him and his fucked up mind.
You wanna fuck him.
Not changing her position or her monotone voice, stunned by her own thought
and how impotent she felt.
-I already have.
Jack heard the ruffling of hair. Skylar drying her head with a yellow towel.
Stolen? Came with the ship? Killed for? Who´d kill for something so small.
Who´d kill for lunch.
Riddick would.
Maybe she just bought it.
-Go on.
To her surprise Jack went on about the past. A past leading to present
circum stances
-------------------------------------------
27 oct
DeAr fUCKind DiaRy
Riddick´s birthday. 27/27...nice touch.
I finally pulled outta his freaggin mouth!
Just twenty seven.
Not that bad really.He´s just 9 years older than me.
No freaggin deal.
Geese, he is...ah..you already know what the fuck i´m gonna say,
and why am i even talking to abook as if it´s real?
Well, the if it makes the school therapist think i´m sane, then so be it.
I still can´t believe that they sent me to a head fucker.
Odd, fucking odd.
Anways, his birthday. Actually, i´m still kinda stunned.
It´s been about three years since that damned hell hole excuse of a planet.
percisely 1355 days since i met him.
(me and my hyper brain)
And it´s his fault that he doesn´t get a birthday present.
The fucker only old me last night.
He definatly likes doing this to me.
this is kind of like the time he didn´t tell me...well...let´s leave that
out or this entery will be too fucking long.
It already is.
***
28 oct
diary!
How should i start. fuck.
Well, that about describes it.
Fuck.
We got very waisted yesterday.
very very waisted. i did manage to steal some decent booze.
Apperantly something Paris used to drink. Amazing that he still remembers.
we got too waisted, but not enough to forget or be irresponsable.
Shit.
Oh man.
It hurt. I knew it would but, ouch....man....so..well...fuck.
it´s sex.
I just hope i´ll never have girly camp fire tales where we talk about
our first times.
mine would be som´thing like this.
"Yeah, he´s a famous multi convicted murderer, thief and maniac and 9
yrs older than me"
Ofcourse i´d have to leave it out that i was 16 (turning seventeen, mind you)
when i lost my virginity.
Still can´t belive it.
Actually, i can´t belive what he did the morning after.
We did pass out in his bed.
After having sex, talking about it, having sex again, drinking the rest of
the booze and after we decided there was no point in talking about it.
Anywas, it was hilarious.
His present fuck buddy, a blond called Lisa (he´s fucking, or was)
for two reasons, she´s good in bed, and she´s stupid enough to belive him,
well, maybe three reasons....he think´s it´s funny that she´s the stereo
typical blond, personally i think she just looks too much like Fry.
Enough of the past.
The bitch came to the doors, he answered the doors with a shiv only wearing
his black boxers.
Dunno what they talked about, but she started screaming and barged in.
Maybe it was about the red lines i left on his back.
gotta cut those nails.
She ran into the room, seeing me lying there, naked.
I´ve never seen someone this surprised.
Then she called Riddick a petafile and a sicko.
Well, i won´t blame her, she thinks i´m his kid sister.
I might still be a kid, but fuck no, i´m not his sister.
For one, he´s american, i´m russian. It´s obvious. I might not have an accent,
but just look at me!
He came back to bed, looked at me funny....
We spend the day in bed. Strangely enough...more talking than sex.
Serious chit chat.
How this is gonna change alot.
One thing´s for certain. At least for a while, no more dates for me.
That is, if this thing works out. Fuck, i hope it does.
***
29 octo
damn hell, i..no what how i am going to what so. no no non o
i screamed, i screamed screamed. no on heard, hje didn´t hear.
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. No no no no no
oh no oh no.
He calles me a slut.
looked like johns smelled like johns.
What happened yesterday?
Now i´m a whore
a slut
bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch.
I´m just like skylar i´m gonna be just like that fucked up crazy bitch
who killed my father.
much fuck fuck,
fuck fuck
fuck.
Why can´t i cry....
------------------------------------------
Staring at the liquid, not seeing it.
Still smelling her.
That girl, Jack.
The last few days had been somewhat wretching. Not bearing to even look at
her without a thought passing by.
Usually thoughts including him slicing her guts.
The disturbing fact that her dad had abused her and that she didn´t seem
to have any recollection of it.
The kid didn´t deserve so much pain.
he liked the pain. Alot.
Inflicting pain being what once made him feel alive, it still did, but now
he had to deal with the guilt of it.
Not that it´d be that hard. He didn´t care much for the people he killed,
Scumbags, thiefs, rapsists. He usually found someone who didn´t seem
to deserve to live. All his emotionality would be taken out on those
unfortunate creeps.
His guilt wasn´t about killing them, more about Jack knowing that he killed
and he enjoyed it.
His hands itching to kill those mercs, to ripp her father apart inch by inch.
peel his skin of in the slowest of moves and then shiv his insides while
the fucker would still be asleep.
he´d have to hold back for a few days. Just a few.
He had talked to Skylar for the past few days.
The crazy bitch had explained everything about the plan.
A good plan, a plan he liked. Fucking fantastic actually.
Stragetic, surpirse, smooth.
Slowly inhaling the air Jack had breathed in only minutes ago, enjoying the
scent she´d left behind.
five days till they´d get Jack´s old man. Some infinate time of looking
for the formula, having Jack solve it, kill the old man, get the money.
Split.
Easy in words.
Though.. something would break. Something in that plan would go through his
fingers. Someone´s blood.
Jack, Skylar or the old man.
He´d have to hang around Skylar more.
Rather her than Jack.