Pitch black
Chapter 12
WHAT´S FAMILY?
The blast running after them like madness itself. Skylar looked somewhat
crushed.
*so that´s why she looked so human in the store*
Indeed.
The silvery frame of the space infront of them cast even a greater silouette
of depression across the angelic face.
*Angelic...i never noticed before*
Their father was somewhere back along with Macy. Skylar had requested
some time alone. Alone, but yet Jack had followed her.
*Why do i follow her when i coul dbe catching up with dad?*
The burning pain in Skylar´s face reflected all that she truly was.
Tortured, but not as an animal, not as a human, just as a person.
The painseared through little sister´s heart.
Skylar...her hair loose now.
A few hairs ripped out of the skull when she pulled the hair band from her
blonde hair.
Then her thin hands clasped together and in her native tounge, russian,
Skylar Aurora Menski, for the first time in her life, asked the
stars above her for forgiveness.
As those heartfelt words passed her pale lips black tears begun to
drip down.
One after one.
And Noone made an attempt to erase them.
*She´s never had anyone to comfort her, just Macy. i wasn´t there when
she needed me*
Guilt filled a young heart. feeling like slapping herself.
*My life has been a breeze compared to hers*
A shivering hand reached out for Skylars shoulder, just before a touch
of sisterly care reached Skylar´s core, a cold reaction formed in
those black eyes.
-Go away Jack, leave me alone.
The words sounded harsh, perhaps Jack´s heart made them harsher than they
really were.
But harsh they were, no matter how distantly JAck tried to look at them
for the fraction of a second.
the girl left her older sister to be.
Her fist clenched in pain, almost feeling like whispering a preyer as well.
*****************************
Dark.
really, really dark.
MAcy´d dropped the old man into his and Skylar´s room.
then slammed and locked the doors, ignoered the screaming bastard.
-riddick, we need to talk.
Serious to a death due us apart from hell. An unspoken consent passed
Riddick´s lips with a frown. he put the shiv aside.
he´d been toying with a certain idea for a little too long.
Macy got comfortable on a near by bench.
-Jack´s moving into your room.
Not.A.Good.Idea.
Macy saw his expression, reacted in a planned and a proper way.
As far as a mad assassin could go in propper.
-You want to protect Jack, don´t you?
The idea was clear in riddick´s head. He still didn´t like it.
-Not a good idea.
Macy laughed.
-We´re just gonna make him think that you´re fucking Jack, you don´t
actually have to do it. Unless you want to, and you do.
Macy´s voice by far to calm. Ofcourse he´d notice. Macy, althougt a few
years younger, had helped riddick in honing his senses.
Not a mentor, not a tutor, just showed him somethings that had
proved useful.
That´s why he respected his fellow killer.
-She´s a kid.
-She´s still staying in your room. The old fucker won´t think of
touching her if he thinks she´s yours. So either do it or don´t,
but she´s staying in your room Riddick, besides, we don´t have too
much space.
Macy smiled.
-Fine
Macy smiled and unlocked the doors.
-Don´t you wanna introduce yourself? Riddick?
Riddick helt the shiv in his hand.
-i suppose that a little introduction won´t hurt.
Macy´s eyes were the very image of a demon. Nothing compared to the things
that kept on taunting his mind.
The feeling in Riddick´s body spoke of something entirely different.
he wouldn´t kill the old man, for Jack´s sake.
The girl would remember, even if he´d have to make her.
That way it would be easier on both of them when he´d gut the fucker
alive.
Alive and kicking until he´d bleed out seeing Richard b Riddick happy.
Entering the room calmly, with that eerie confidance of his that had
no explanation.
Jack´s father sat on what once had been her bed. riddick noticed that it had
already been emptied of all her private properties.
*Don´t know when they had the time to do this*
Jack´s dad, looking very reliefed and broken at the same instance. A weakling.
Not a survivor. He´d probably been someone´s piece of ass, no other way to
survive for a fuck like him.
Perhaps he´d once been something to fear but now. Now Riddick laughed at the
image of Skyla fearing this wimp.
-Lights to dim
Riddick´s goggles went down. The blood boilng in his vains. So hard not to
just go a head and do it. The only think in the way was his humanity.
*Damn you Carolyn*
The forty eight year old male froze, blue eyes like a pair of dull ice cubes.
-I thought i should introduce myself.
The smile in riddick´s voice obvious despite the dark, the terror in his
actions even shone through.
Riddick put his hand out.
-I´m Richard B Riddick.
Give the man a moment to realize just whom he was dealing with.
A moment of forry brows raised in amazement. To Riddick´s surpire the
old fucker took his hand.
-Aleksander Menski, Jackleen´s father.
Riddick´s grin just widened. Despite trying to act casual fear stuck to
Aleksander´s skin like the sweat pearling down his forhead.
-So...how do you know my daughters?
genuine curiousity in his voice, genuine fear trembling as well.
Riddick drew the shiv up, started playing with it casually, knowing that
the man´s eyes were glued to it.
-The brick, we hads some issues
It looked as if he were ready to continue this absurd and pointless
conversation living by the blue thread of breathing death.
-I´ve heard of your reputation Mr Riddick, so..what´s your role in the plan?
There´s no need for an extra bully, that punk Macy is enought of muscle.
Rather abruptly Riddick stopped playing with the shiv, his silvery eyes
looking directly into that heartless ice.
-My role.
he got closer making the oldie worried.
-Is to make "Jackleen" scream.
His eyes widening. Surpirsed fuck. Riddick hadn´t finished though.
-And to keep her safe from fucks like you.
Riddick´s shiv smiled at the dad´s throat.
-You see, i don´t like anyone touching my girl, old man, i don´t like
anyone hurting her.
The fear in the eyes, how delightful.
-So, don´t even fucking think of touching her, cuz if you do, it´ll
take you days to die.
Aleksander´s unshaved jaw trembling from despair as riddick lifted him up
of the ground.
Choking sounds disrupting the air.
-my reputation might be bad, but i promise, i´m much worse than any nightmare
you´ve ever had.
At that he dropped the old man and left teh room.
Aleksander Menski rubbed his throat, still catching his breath.
hoping that he´d be able to out run all of them once they´d get the money.
**************************
Jack looked at the wall.
*Want booze*
Looked at the wall
*Want drugs*
Stared at the wall
*Want sex*
stared at the wall with the doors as a center spot.
*Want Riddick*
Stared at the presently opening doors.
*None of it goes together*
IN teh middle of the wall, int eh middleof the doors.
Riddick.
-So they told you.
She didn´t look up, couldn´t face him. Anger and hate nagged at her slightly.
Just a few seeds of weed, just starting to grow.
Some how she just couldn´t like the feeling of hating him, Riddick.
-yeah, ´bout fifteen minutes ago. They moved all my junk in and they´re also
telling me there´s only ONE bed, and i´m not sleeping on teh floor.
-that makes two of us.
Unspoken words went between them. Share the bed, neither of them would try
anything of any kind.
her feet carrying her to the doors, by passing Riddick.
-I´m gonna go and see dad.
No thrill in her voice, actually, a rather dulll voice. She wasn´t high,
sober actually.
There was just this intense emotion of fear and anxiety.
*I just found out that my dad´s alive and this is how i feel?*
A hars grip on her wrist.
A dim dark deep voice
-Just watch out Jack.
She loosened the grip and went her way.
******************
Tired, sitting in a bar, as usually. Looking for fuckable women as usually.
Keeping the cell phone in his pocket on as usually.
Never to know when they´d get a call.
Shane took another sip of the vodka.
remembering warm times and fun times. Specially when they´d killed that
guy just recently.
Ma...something. Someone the boss had wanted dead. So that person was dead.
Working for the bitch wasn´t too bad and the fact that she wanted a certain
fucker dead certainly worked as a motivator.
Why did she have to go through such complicated means?
Why not to shoot him in the head and get it over with? He couldn´t be
that important to the plan she kept talking about.
His brother approached with two stunning broads on his arms.
Was he gonna be generous and share? No, Ty wasn´t like that at all.
he´d throw something at his workaholic brother.
More like the girl he didn´t want, but the goods he´d keep to himself.
-C´mon Shane, have some fun.
Shane shoke his head at his drunk brother.
-I´ll have fun when we finish this deal.
Ty shrugged his shoulders and pulled the giggling girls closer.
-C´mon man, you´re a Johns, act like one.
Shane turned around, looking directly at his only surviving family memeber.
He hated being comparted to teh rest of his dead family.
-No thank you, i´d rather live.
Ty luaghed and returned to teh crew. The cell rang.
ON it´s screen a simplistic message appeared, but an important one.
"We´re game"
He gulped the rest of the vodka down and wiped his mouth off with his sleeve.
All the pawns were in place, now they just had to do their part.
***********************************
-Dad.
Jack´s voice shaking as she looked up on a man she hadn´t seen for ten years.
His eyes lite up with a mix of joy and fear. For a moment they both held back.
Then she fell crying against him.
-I can´t belive....i thought...how....
Her tears made it impoosible to understadn anything. Her father ran his
hand over her hair. Something about him doing that made her uneasy.
All of a sudden she only wanted to get away from him, a part of her yelled
at her for even thinking of it.
*This is your dad, you love him, remember*
-It´s OK Jackleen, I´m here, Daddy´s here.
A shiver up her spine.
There was this emotion. Made her want to throw up. SLowly but surely she
surpressed it and nearly forgot it when the two of them sat down and
started to talk about the past.
Many things passed between them.
One thing stood out..or two...very closely related into his words.
-Riddick´s in it for the money, right?
-he´ll go away after that?
-we´re going to new mecca, maybe we´ll see that friend of yours, Iman.
-i´ve missed you Jackleen.
-How long have you known him?
-You think he´s dangerous?
-Do you trust him?
All those questions about Riddick, all those things she barely knew anymore.
All of it she ignored and answered in a high of happiness of some sort.
*Dad´s here, my family´s here*
************************
The night lay restless between the two of them. Neither of them sleeping
and the other knew it.
-Riddick, are we gonna have to act all this fucking thing out?
Her voice tired, but almost sounding like the JAck he´d gotten to know
a few years earlier.
No reply, so the girl just kept on talking.
-It´s not like we have to be touchy feely all the time, she just told him
that we´re on regular fucking basis, nothing emotional. So i´m wondering if..
he rolled to his side, away from her.
-Shut up Jack.
She didn´t stop, she was determined to get him talking. She just couldn´t stop
herself.
-And why in hell does she even want him to think that we´re doing that!?
It´s sompletely pointless.
She sat up, her back slouched. her pyjamas something Macy had thrown at them.
It had turned out tat neither of them had pyjamas when they´d gone to
complain about this arrangement.
A pair of pyjama bottoms and a shirt.
They had to share it, just like the bed.
-Just go with it Jack.
His voice final and firm, the good old sleepy Riddick. It wasn´t like him
to boss her around though. LAtely he´d been very bossy though.
*Now let´s see, i´ve gotten drunk, high, drunk, high, fucked, high,
and then some. Who wouldn´t be bossy about a little outta control teen?*
he wasn´t fatherly about it. he sure as hell wasn´t a father figure to her.
No, the figure was present on teh ship in it´s physical form.
*I can´t belive it, dad´s here, he´s really here*
Her eyes wondered to Riddick again. She almost thanked Macy for only giving
them a single outfit.
*Damn those two blankets though*
Jack smiled to herself.
-Ok, so, we´re gonna play along...how? Hey, maybe we can convince SKylar and
Macy too. Fuck, they´d be surprised.
Her energy radiating sleep. She was too exighted to sleep.
-MAyeb Iman too, waddayah think?
A deep breath came from the other side of the bed. A sound of surrender.
*HEll, why not just to skip the acting part and do te fucking*
-I doubt he´d be pleased.
Jack scratched her head.
-Yeah, he kinda knows how it went the first time´round
The thought of Iman warmed Jack´s heart. He´d kind of been like the far away
dad. The way Iman had hugged her felt somehow more fatherly than that
of her own dad.
Thoughts spinning under her skin.
Something wanted out and either it´d go out withbang or a bleed.
Chapter 12
WHAT´S FAMILY?
The blast running after them like madness itself. Skylar looked somewhat
crushed.
*so that´s why she looked so human in the store*
Indeed.
The silvery frame of the space infront of them cast even a greater silouette
of depression across the angelic face.
*Angelic...i never noticed before*
Their father was somewhere back along with Macy. Skylar had requested
some time alone. Alone, but yet Jack had followed her.
*Why do i follow her when i coul dbe catching up with dad?*
The burning pain in Skylar´s face reflected all that she truly was.
Tortured, but not as an animal, not as a human, just as a person.
The painseared through little sister´s heart.
Skylar...her hair loose now.
A few hairs ripped out of the skull when she pulled the hair band from her
blonde hair.
Then her thin hands clasped together and in her native tounge, russian,
Skylar Aurora Menski, for the first time in her life, asked the
stars above her for forgiveness.
As those heartfelt words passed her pale lips black tears begun to
drip down.
One after one.
And Noone made an attempt to erase them.
*She´s never had anyone to comfort her, just Macy. i wasn´t there when
she needed me*
Guilt filled a young heart. feeling like slapping herself.
*My life has been a breeze compared to hers*
A shivering hand reached out for Skylars shoulder, just before a touch
of sisterly care reached Skylar´s core, a cold reaction formed in
those black eyes.
-Go away Jack, leave me alone.
The words sounded harsh, perhaps Jack´s heart made them harsher than they
really were.
But harsh they were, no matter how distantly JAck tried to look at them
for the fraction of a second.
the girl left her older sister to be.
Her fist clenched in pain, almost feeling like whispering a preyer as well.
*****************************
Dark.
really, really dark.
MAcy´d dropped the old man into his and Skylar´s room.
then slammed and locked the doors, ignoered the screaming bastard.
-riddick, we need to talk.
Serious to a death due us apart from hell. An unspoken consent passed
Riddick´s lips with a frown. he put the shiv aside.
he´d been toying with a certain idea for a little too long.
Macy got comfortable on a near by bench.
-Jack´s moving into your room.
Not.A.Good.Idea.
Macy saw his expression, reacted in a planned and a proper way.
As far as a mad assassin could go in propper.
-You want to protect Jack, don´t you?
The idea was clear in riddick´s head. He still didn´t like it.
-Not a good idea.
Macy laughed.
-We´re just gonna make him think that you´re fucking Jack, you don´t
actually have to do it. Unless you want to, and you do.
Macy´s voice by far to calm. Ofcourse he´d notice. Macy, althougt a few
years younger, had helped riddick in honing his senses.
Not a mentor, not a tutor, just showed him somethings that had
proved useful.
That´s why he respected his fellow killer.
-She´s a kid.
-She´s still staying in your room. The old fucker won´t think of
touching her if he thinks she´s yours. So either do it or don´t,
but she´s staying in your room Riddick, besides, we don´t have too
much space.
Macy smiled.
-Fine
Macy smiled and unlocked the doors.
-Don´t you wanna introduce yourself? Riddick?
Riddick helt the shiv in his hand.
-i suppose that a little introduction won´t hurt.
Macy´s eyes were the very image of a demon. Nothing compared to the things
that kept on taunting his mind.
The feeling in Riddick´s body spoke of something entirely different.
he wouldn´t kill the old man, for Jack´s sake.
The girl would remember, even if he´d have to make her.
That way it would be easier on both of them when he´d gut the fucker
alive.
Alive and kicking until he´d bleed out seeing Richard b Riddick happy.
Entering the room calmly, with that eerie confidance of his that had
no explanation.
Jack´s father sat on what once had been her bed. riddick noticed that it had
already been emptied of all her private properties.
*Don´t know when they had the time to do this*
Jack´s dad, looking very reliefed and broken at the same instance. A weakling.
Not a survivor. He´d probably been someone´s piece of ass, no other way to
survive for a fuck like him.
Perhaps he´d once been something to fear but now. Now Riddick laughed at the
image of Skyla fearing this wimp.
-Lights to dim
Riddick´s goggles went down. The blood boilng in his vains. So hard not to
just go a head and do it. The only think in the way was his humanity.
*Damn you Carolyn*
The forty eight year old male froze, blue eyes like a pair of dull ice cubes.
-I thought i should introduce myself.
The smile in riddick´s voice obvious despite the dark, the terror in his
actions even shone through.
Riddick put his hand out.
-I´m Richard B Riddick.
Give the man a moment to realize just whom he was dealing with.
A moment of forry brows raised in amazement. To Riddick´s surpire the
old fucker took his hand.
-Aleksander Menski, Jackleen´s father.
Riddick´s grin just widened. Despite trying to act casual fear stuck to
Aleksander´s skin like the sweat pearling down his forhead.
-So...how do you know my daughters?
genuine curiousity in his voice, genuine fear trembling as well.
Riddick drew the shiv up, started playing with it casually, knowing that
the man´s eyes were glued to it.
-The brick, we hads some issues
It looked as if he were ready to continue this absurd and pointless
conversation living by the blue thread of breathing death.
-I´ve heard of your reputation Mr Riddick, so..what´s your role in the plan?
There´s no need for an extra bully, that punk Macy is enought of muscle.
Rather abruptly Riddick stopped playing with the shiv, his silvery eyes
looking directly into that heartless ice.
-My role.
he got closer making the oldie worried.
-Is to make "Jackleen" scream.
His eyes widening. Surpirsed fuck. Riddick hadn´t finished though.
-And to keep her safe from fucks like you.
Riddick´s shiv smiled at the dad´s throat.
-You see, i don´t like anyone touching my girl, old man, i don´t like
anyone hurting her.
The fear in the eyes, how delightful.
-So, don´t even fucking think of touching her, cuz if you do, it´ll
take you days to die.
Aleksander´s unshaved jaw trembling from despair as riddick lifted him up
of the ground.
Choking sounds disrupting the air.
-my reputation might be bad, but i promise, i´m much worse than any nightmare
you´ve ever had.
At that he dropped the old man and left teh room.
Aleksander Menski rubbed his throat, still catching his breath.
hoping that he´d be able to out run all of them once they´d get the money.
**************************
Jack looked at the wall.
*Want booze*
Looked at the wall
*Want drugs*
Stared at the wall
*Want sex*
stared at the wall with the doors as a center spot.
*Want Riddick*
Stared at the presently opening doors.
*None of it goes together*
IN teh middle of the wall, int eh middleof the doors.
Riddick.
-So they told you.
She didn´t look up, couldn´t face him. Anger and hate nagged at her slightly.
Just a few seeds of weed, just starting to grow.
Some how she just couldn´t like the feeling of hating him, Riddick.
-yeah, ´bout fifteen minutes ago. They moved all my junk in and they´re also
telling me there´s only ONE bed, and i´m not sleeping on teh floor.
-that makes two of us.
Unspoken words went between them. Share the bed, neither of them would try
anything of any kind.
her feet carrying her to the doors, by passing Riddick.
-I´m gonna go and see dad.
No thrill in her voice, actually, a rather dulll voice. She wasn´t high,
sober actually.
There was just this intense emotion of fear and anxiety.
*I just found out that my dad´s alive and this is how i feel?*
A hars grip on her wrist.
A dim dark deep voice
-Just watch out Jack.
She loosened the grip and went her way.
******************
Tired, sitting in a bar, as usually. Looking for fuckable women as usually.
Keeping the cell phone in his pocket on as usually.
Never to know when they´d get a call.
Shane took another sip of the vodka.
remembering warm times and fun times. Specially when they´d killed that
guy just recently.
Ma...something. Someone the boss had wanted dead. So that person was dead.
Working for the bitch wasn´t too bad and the fact that she wanted a certain
fucker dead certainly worked as a motivator.
Why did she have to go through such complicated means?
Why not to shoot him in the head and get it over with? He couldn´t be
that important to the plan she kept talking about.
His brother approached with two stunning broads on his arms.
Was he gonna be generous and share? No, Ty wasn´t like that at all.
he´d throw something at his workaholic brother.
More like the girl he didn´t want, but the goods he´d keep to himself.
-C´mon Shane, have some fun.
Shane shoke his head at his drunk brother.
-I´ll have fun when we finish this deal.
Ty shrugged his shoulders and pulled the giggling girls closer.
-C´mon man, you´re a Johns, act like one.
Shane turned around, looking directly at his only surviving family memeber.
He hated being comparted to teh rest of his dead family.
-No thank you, i´d rather live.
Ty luaghed and returned to teh crew. The cell rang.
ON it´s screen a simplistic message appeared, but an important one.
"We´re game"
He gulped the rest of the vodka down and wiped his mouth off with his sleeve.
All the pawns were in place, now they just had to do their part.
***********************************
-Dad.
Jack´s voice shaking as she looked up on a man she hadn´t seen for ten years.
His eyes lite up with a mix of joy and fear. For a moment they both held back.
Then she fell crying against him.
-I can´t belive....i thought...how....
Her tears made it impoosible to understadn anything. Her father ran his
hand over her hair. Something about him doing that made her uneasy.
All of a sudden she only wanted to get away from him, a part of her yelled
at her for even thinking of it.
*This is your dad, you love him, remember*
-It´s OK Jackleen, I´m here, Daddy´s here.
A shiver up her spine.
There was this emotion. Made her want to throw up. SLowly but surely she
surpressed it and nearly forgot it when the two of them sat down and
started to talk about the past.
Many things passed between them.
One thing stood out..or two...very closely related into his words.
-Riddick´s in it for the money, right?
-he´ll go away after that?
-we´re going to new mecca, maybe we´ll see that friend of yours, Iman.
-i´ve missed you Jackleen.
-How long have you known him?
-You think he´s dangerous?
-Do you trust him?
All those questions about Riddick, all those things she barely knew anymore.
All of it she ignored and answered in a high of happiness of some sort.
*Dad´s here, my family´s here*
************************
The night lay restless between the two of them. Neither of them sleeping
and the other knew it.
-Riddick, are we gonna have to act all this fucking thing out?
Her voice tired, but almost sounding like the JAck he´d gotten to know
a few years earlier.
No reply, so the girl just kept on talking.
-It´s not like we have to be touchy feely all the time, she just told him
that we´re on regular fucking basis, nothing emotional. So i´m wondering if..
he rolled to his side, away from her.
-Shut up Jack.
She didn´t stop, she was determined to get him talking. She just couldn´t stop
herself.
-And why in hell does she even want him to think that we´re doing that!?
It´s sompletely pointless.
She sat up, her back slouched. her pyjamas something Macy had thrown at them.
It had turned out tat neither of them had pyjamas when they´d gone to
complain about this arrangement.
A pair of pyjama bottoms and a shirt.
They had to share it, just like the bed.
-Just go with it Jack.
His voice final and firm, the good old sleepy Riddick. It wasn´t like him
to boss her around though. LAtely he´d been very bossy though.
*Now let´s see, i´ve gotten drunk, high, drunk, high, fucked, high,
and then some. Who wouldn´t be bossy about a little outta control teen?*
he wasn´t fatherly about it. he sure as hell wasn´t a father figure to her.
No, the figure was present on teh ship in it´s physical form.
*I can´t belive it, dad´s here, he´s really here*
Her eyes wondered to Riddick again. She almost thanked Macy for only giving
them a single outfit.
*Damn those two blankets though*
Jack smiled to herself.
-Ok, so, we´re gonna play along...how? Hey, maybe we can convince SKylar and
Macy too. Fuck, they´d be surprised.
Her energy radiating sleep. She was too exighted to sleep.
-MAyeb Iman too, waddayah think?
A deep breath came from the other side of the bed. A sound of surrender.
*HEll, why not just to skip the acting part and do te fucking*
-I doubt he´d be pleased.
Jack scratched her head.
-Yeah, he kinda knows how it went the first time´round
The thought of Iman warmed Jack´s heart. He´d kind of been like the far away
dad. The way Iman had hugged her felt somehow more fatherly than that
of her own dad.
Thoughts spinning under her skin.
Something wanted out and either it´d go out withbang or a bleed.