pitch black
chapter 13
OF BROKEN SOULS
Silence swept through the air like a ghost. Five induviduals sitting at
dinner. One of many dinners passed since their daring escape from the
New Arsenal slam.
The air stuffed with emotions.
Skylar and Macy at one end of the table. Jack and daddy dearest at the other
and Riddick sitting opposite to Jack.
His eyes burning through her.
These days had been..hard...on him.
Sensing her body close at all times and allthough she probably didn´t
know she always curled up close to him.
The scent of her body after she came out of the shower.
Intoxicating.
The most disturbing fact was to wake up with her curled up in his arms
after he´d had one of *those* dreams. The dreams where he let go
of everything and hurt her. Cut her, killed her thousand times over.
She didn´t have a clue about that part.
-So where in New Mecca is the code?
The silence became thick, thicker, thickest.
Skylar had never spoken near the old bastard. To Riddick it was easy to
see that she had a hard time to contain herself from slicing the
fucker into little pieces, much like himself.
The dad endity broke himself from the conversation with his daughter.
the daughter who didn´t remember a thing about the past.
-Ah, do you think i´m gonna tell you right away? No, i´d rather keep my
head for a few more days.
He obviously referred to the time when Skylar had attempted to kill him.
Skylar´s hand rested up against her forhead, facing no one.
Toying with the stew steaming up into her monotone like face.
-DAmn it, i shoulda poisoned you.
Her words just loud enough for everyone to hear, but low enough not to make
out all of the words.
Jack´s face froze, pain relfected in the happy girl´s surface.
*She honestly thought Skylar would change, poor kid*
Skylar´s lips started tp twitch in an insane fashion of a smile.
The lips pale and thin giving her a further more psycho fuck demaneour.
Macy´s arm circling around his beloved lady, words whispered into her ears.
The woman nodded repeatedly, the slight rocking of he rbody creating an aura
of disturbance around the table.
Macy´s hand in hers, leading her away, only leaving the three of them sharing
the table.
Jack´s face facing empty space within herself. her thoughts obviously
painful.
Her father gave the girl a nudge. It made Riddick furious, made him want
to reach across the table and ripp the man´s heart out.
To see that old man shiver with more fear than he´d forced upon
jack´s innocent being.
-Don´t worry about her darlin', i won´T let her hurt you.
Oh, how protectiove of dear dad. Did he protect the seemingly broken innocent
so he´d be able to fuck her when the girl´d be in dispair.
By pure instinct Riddick´s shiv lay in his hand.
it took more mental strenght than he´d imagined to restrain himself.
He actually shoke from the effort.
Jack looked at him, a little delerious...spaced out.
-You Ok Riddick?
He stared back. Her voice didnt´t go through him, only the evil truth.
She was high.
her mother fucker of a father had gotten her drugs.
*********************+
Her fist slammed into a near by wall, leaving bursted skin on her knuckles.
her breathing as torn as she felt, unregular like a crazy alarm clock.
-I.Can´t.Take.This!
Her firm shaking voice barely above a whisper. MAcy held out a hand to her.
Thousnad thoughts passed through her head, no control, nothing she could do.
Skylar hated feeling helpless. Useless.
Anxiety crushing her frail mentality.
Her clenched fists hitting a nearby chair, throwing it across the room.
It nearly his Macy.
She was deep down enough not to care. No conrol over her thoughts, no control
over anything.
-You saw her...she´s high...i´ll kill him...i can´t...and this ship...I..
her voice trailing off into a whisper of pain. Blood dripped down from her
palms. Nails digging into gunpowder hands, releazing life and pain into the
air, for a moment, numbing all that pain.
Gentle arms encircled around the beautiful woman.
Macy pulled her tightly, almost into his own body. he just wanted to make the pain
go away, not let her feel anything but joy in her life.
but due to the circumstances (absoloute hell) that was impossible.
-Shhh, Skylar, rest now.
His soothing tone the only thing that gor through to the woman.
Anxiety attacks...
The angst shone of his wife.
Wife.
Yeah.
They´d gotten married. Ofcourse they had.
Just didin´t tell anyone about it really. Maybe coz neither of them had
been on a leagal age when they did.
Fifteen and what..seventeen.
he smiled as he soothed down a woman he´d always been in love with.
The crazy little daisy he adored. Everything she did he adored.
Specially the way she killed. Both of them were possessed by incurable
bloodlust and lust in general.
for each other. For the blood of fuckers who deserved to die.
petafiles...like her father.
-We´ll kill him soon, everything is going according to plan. We´re good.
Don´t worry, i´ll help you.
A voice...just the tone. He always did this, even if she´d give
him several bruises and black eyes he´d always be there.
Her arms greeted his body as both of them snuggled down on the bed.
His lips running over hers, a single whisper to the night.
-we gotta contact the doc.
SHe closed her eyes, leaning her face onto his chest.
-yeah, while we´re still in this fucking mess of radio waves.
A silent laughter vibrating from his chest.
-So he won´t suspect a thing.
*******************
The cold thought streamed over her eyes. Her greying auburn hair in a tight
pony tail, almost stretching her skin too much.
The dark shades of her office hiding the delicate but aging features of
her skin.
A familiar sound searing through her ears. A message.
A blank screen popped up by the phone, but a familiar deep and dark voice
echoing.
-Hey doc, we´re almost ready to set the plan off.
she only hummed a reply. lately only revenge had been on her mind.
Consuming her, the sweet hatred filling her with a life she though she´d lost.
-Just make sure he suffers before he dies, after what he did to my daughter
he deserves to die..slowly.
Macy´s voice smiling at the other end of the line.
-You don´t have to tell me to do that doc, i´ll make him pay.
Jennifer turned the phone off, her thought wondering over space
and time. Only a year ago she´d learned that he was still alive.
After that moment only revenge had been teh driveforce, and her
hospital. A place where she cured people with no money at all.
Those who´d been hurt by fuckers like HIM.
Those who´d been molested by their fathers, raped by strangers,
or gutted by fuckers. Unwanted pregnancies in the begening or end.
Yeah.
She dealt with them all.
Her brown eyes closed as she allowed herself to drift once more.
***************************
Night, sweet touch of chilly throught warming up the semi-dead.
-I love you hun
Words spoken out righ to Jack´s face.
After those words he´d hand her the morphine...he always did.
But why did dad hand her morphine.
*Isn´t it bad for me...but it feels so good*.
There was something about her fathers nerveous smile that filled Jack with
disgust. Somehow it seemed intensely familiar. All too familiar.
It made her feel incrtedibly sick.
Worse than hang overs.
Much worse than any hang overs. it was nearly as if her soul were crushed
and needed to throw up some memories.
For a moment she felt as if she was gonna remember some trivial act
of the past.
Nothing happened.
Nothing because the stillness didn´t last.
Her father screamed, crawled away...or did he just back.
Already she felt a familiar presence.
The breath on her neck.
Her high head not caring or making out any sensible lie to tell.
His big hands on her nearly naked shoulders.
*Oh, i´m just wearing my bra? Why? Did dad take off my shirt? Nah, but..*
A laconic voice making her tremble, she didn´t know that she whimpered already.
-When are you going to understand....
The grip on her shoulders tightening as he picked her fragile body off
the iron floor.
Weakling girl.
Weakling girl.
Dragging her to the cooler room. The only spot of peace about to be fucked
up permanetnly.
Hanging over the liquid, Riddick the only thing keeping her away from
falling and potentially dying.
The girl too afraid to scream or kick.
-that drugs are bad for you?
Her fearful eyes looking directly into the darkness tha hid Riddick´s eyes,
trying to find some emotion in there.
Tears almost starting to slip down.
-Don´t you dare crying kid.
The silence in between them thick and intense. One could almost touch it and
wrap it into a funny animal.
Just like balloons, but unlike balloons, the air was filled with fear. not air.
Her breathing riggid and unstable, jolts of pain washing over her arms.
-Maybe i should drop you Jack. Isn´t this what you´re trying, to kill yourself?
Why do it slowly and torture everyone around you. Why not just to fall?
Her big brown eyes stared up into his cold face.
-Riddick, pleace
Angst twisting and turning on her face, forming some for of the word "sober"
in the present moment of pain.
-Please let me up.
A whisper...mingling with the cold drops hitting the water, slipping of the
huge batteries.
-Why, Jack, don´t you just want me to let you go? Isn´t that all you want?
Her head hanging, staring into the blue water she´d once thought of
as beautiful, now thinking of it as sure death.
*Why´s he doing this?*
-I don´t wanna die Riddick.
She felt her arms being pulled up.
*Thank god*
-For someone not suicidal you seem pretty determined to fuck yourself over.
The floor meeint her feet abruptly, her body dropping to the floor, her figure
completely numb. Riddick´s hand turned his face to his own, just so she
could get a better look at his eyes, at his anger and pain.
-If i reacall, you made me some promises, and you´ve broken them all.
His hand toying with the strip of her white bra.
-No more promises Jack.
his fingertips left her skin, so did he. His footsteps belonging to the
distance now.
Jack lay down, weeping, not caring who heard her and who didn´t.
Despite the dullness of the drugs she felt the pain, so intense and so
real. The drugs did nothing for her anymore, just more and more pain.
*I promise, i won´t come home late*
*There´ll be no other guys, promise*
*No booze, no drugs, i promise Riddick...just let me out*
*I´ll pay the bill, i promise*
And thousand more promises that she´d broken with out a second thought.
Now Riddick had left her.
left her all alone to the despair that painted her.
Jacl crawled up, her toothpick legs standing all by themselves.
*We´re landing on new mecca in a few days. Then I´ll be outta their lives*
A broken soul collapsed.
her toothpick feet recently broken.
chapter 13
OF BROKEN SOULS
Silence swept through the air like a ghost. Five induviduals sitting at
dinner. One of many dinners passed since their daring escape from the
New Arsenal slam.
The air stuffed with emotions.
Skylar and Macy at one end of the table. Jack and daddy dearest at the other
and Riddick sitting opposite to Jack.
His eyes burning through her.
These days had been..hard...on him.
Sensing her body close at all times and allthough she probably didn´t
know she always curled up close to him.
The scent of her body after she came out of the shower.
Intoxicating.
The most disturbing fact was to wake up with her curled up in his arms
after he´d had one of *those* dreams. The dreams where he let go
of everything and hurt her. Cut her, killed her thousand times over.
She didn´t have a clue about that part.
-So where in New Mecca is the code?
The silence became thick, thicker, thickest.
Skylar had never spoken near the old bastard. To Riddick it was easy to
see that she had a hard time to contain herself from slicing the
fucker into little pieces, much like himself.
The dad endity broke himself from the conversation with his daughter.
the daughter who didn´t remember a thing about the past.
-Ah, do you think i´m gonna tell you right away? No, i´d rather keep my
head for a few more days.
He obviously referred to the time when Skylar had attempted to kill him.
Skylar´s hand rested up against her forhead, facing no one.
Toying with the stew steaming up into her monotone like face.
-DAmn it, i shoulda poisoned you.
Her words just loud enough for everyone to hear, but low enough not to make
out all of the words.
Jack´s face froze, pain relfected in the happy girl´s surface.
*She honestly thought Skylar would change, poor kid*
Skylar´s lips started tp twitch in an insane fashion of a smile.
The lips pale and thin giving her a further more psycho fuck demaneour.
Macy´s arm circling around his beloved lady, words whispered into her ears.
The woman nodded repeatedly, the slight rocking of he rbody creating an aura
of disturbance around the table.
Macy´s hand in hers, leading her away, only leaving the three of them sharing
the table.
Jack´s face facing empty space within herself. her thoughts obviously
painful.
Her father gave the girl a nudge. It made Riddick furious, made him want
to reach across the table and ripp the man´s heart out.
To see that old man shiver with more fear than he´d forced upon
jack´s innocent being.
-Don´t worry about her darlin', i won´T let her hurt you.
Oh, how protectiove of dear dad. Did he protect the seemingly broken innocent
so he´d be able to fuck her when the girl´d be in dispair.
By pure instinct Riddick´s shiv lay in his hand.
it took more mental strenght than he´d imagined to restrain himself.
He actually shoke from the effort.
Jack looked at him, a little delerious...spaced out.
-You Ok Riddick?
He stared back. Her voice didnt´t go through him, only the evil truth.
She was high.
her mother fucker of a father had gotten her drugs.
*********************+
Her fist slammed into a near by wall, leaving bursted skin on her knuckles.
her breathing as torn as she felt, unregular like a crazy alarm clock.
-I.Can´t.Take.This!
Her firm shaking voice barely above a whisper. MAcy held out a hand to her.
Thousnad thoughts passed through her head, no control, nothing she could do.
Skylar hated feeling helpless. Useless.
Anxiety crushing her frail mentality.
Her clenched fists hitting a nearby chair, throwing it across the room.
It nearly his Macy.
She was deep down enough not to care. No conrol over her thoughts, no control
over anything.
-You saw her...she´s high...i´ll kill him...i can´t...and this ship...I..
her voice trailing off into a whisper of pain. Blood dripped down from her
palms. Nails digging into gunpowder hands, releazing life and pain into the
air, for a moment, numbing all that pain.
Gentle arms encircled around the beautiful woman.
Macy pulled her tightly, almost into his own body. he just wanted to make the pain
go away, not let her feel anything but joy in her life.
but due to the circumstances (absoloute hell) that was impossible.
-Shhh, Skylar, rest now.
His soothing tone the only thing that gor through to the woman.
Anxiety attacks...
The angst shone of his wife.
Wife.
Yeah.
They´d gotten married. Ofcourse they had.
Just didin´t tell anyone about it really. Maybe coz neither of them had
been on a leagal age when they did.
Fifteen and what..seventeen.
he smiled as he soothed down a woman he´d always been in love with.
The crazy little daisy he adored. Everything she did he adored.
Specially the way she killed. Both of them were possessed by incurable
bloodlust and lust in general.
for each other. For the blood of fuckers who deserved to die.
petafiles...like her father.
-We´ll kill him soon, everything is going according to plan. We´re good.
Don´t worry, i´ll help you.
A voice...just the tone. He always did this, even if she´d give
him several bruises and black eyes he´d always be there.
Her arms greeted his body as both of them snuggled down on the bed.
His lips running over hers, a single whisper to the night.
-we gotta contact the doc.
SHe closed her eyes, leaning her face onto his chest.
-yeah, while we´re still in this fucking mess of radio waves.
A silent laughter vibrating from his chest.
-So he won´t suspect a thing.
*******************
The cold thought streamed over her eyes. Her greying auburn hair in a tight
pony tail, almost stretching her skin too much.
The dark shades of her office hiding the delicate but aging features of
her skin.
A familiar sound searing through her ears. A message.
A blank screen popped up by the phone, but a familiar deep and dark voice
echoing.
-Hey doc, we´re almost ready to set the plan off.
she only hummed a reply. lately only revenge had been on her mind.
Consuming her, the sweet hatred filling her with a life she though she´d lost.
-Just make sure he suffers before he dies, after what he did to my daughter
he deserves to die..slowly.
Macy´s voice smiling at the other end of the line.
-You don´t have to tell me to do that doc, i´ll make him pay.
Jennifer turned the phone off, her thought wondering over space
and time. Only a year ago she´d learned that he was still alive.
After that moment only revenge had been teh driveforce, and her
hospital. A place where she cured people with no money at all.
Those who´d been hurt by fuckers like HIM.
Those who´d been molested by their fathers, raped by strangers,
or gutted by fuckers. Unwanted pregnancies in the begening or end.
Yeah.
She dealt with them all.
Her brown eyes closed as she allowed herself to drift once more.
***************************
Night, sweet touch of chilly throught warming up the semi-dead.
-I love you hun
Words spoken out righ to Jack´s face.
After those words he´d hand her the morphine...he always did.
But why did dad hand her morphine.
*Isn´t it bad for me...but it feels so good*.
There was something about her fathers nerveous smile that filled Jack with
disgust. Somehow it seemed intensely familiar. All too familiar.
It made her feel incrtedibly sick.
Worse than hang overs.
Much worse than any hang overs. it was nearly as if her soul were crushed
and needed to throw up some memories.
For a moment she felt as if she was gonna remember some trivial act
of the past.
Nothing happened.
Nothing because the stillness didn´t last.
Her father screamed, crawled away...or did he just back.
Already she felt a familiar presence.
The breath on her neck.
Her high head not caring or making out any sensible lie to tell.
His big hands on her nearly naked shoulders.
*Oh, i´m just wearing my bra? Why? Did dad take off my shirt? Nah, but..*
A laconic voice making her tremble, she didn´t know that she whimpered already.
-When are you going to understand....
The grip on her shoulders tightening as he picked her fragile body off
the iron floor.
Weakling girl.
Weakling girl.
Dragging her to the cooler room. The only spot of peace about to be fucked
up permanetnly.
Hanging over the liquid, Riddick the only thing keeping her away from
falling and potentially dying.
The girl too afraid to scream or kick.
-that drugs are bad for you?
Her fearful eyes looking directly into the darkness tha hid Riddick´s eyes,
trying to find some emotion in there.
Tears almost starting to slip down.
-Don´t you dare crying kid.
The silence in between them thick and intense. One could almost touch it and
wrap it into a funny animal.
Just like balloons, but unlike balloons, the air was filled with fear. not air.
Her breathing riggid and unstable, jolts of pain washing over her arms.
-Maybe i should drop you Jack. Isn´t this what you´re trying, to kill yourself?
Why do it slowly and torture everyone around you. Why not just to fall?
Her big brown eyes stared up into his cold face.
-Riddick, pleace
Angst twisting and turning on her face, forming some for of the word "sober"
in the present moment of pain.
-Please let me up.
A whisper...mingling with the cold drops hitting the water, slipping of the
huge batteries.
-Why, Jack, don´t you just want me to let you go? Isn´t that all you want?
Her head hanging, staring into the blue water she´d once thought of
as beautiful, now thinking of it as sure death.
*Why´s he doing this?*
-I don´t wanna die Riddick.
She felt her arms being pulled up.
*Thank god*
-For someone not suicidal you seem pretty determined to fuck yourself over.
The floor meeint her feet abruptly, her body dropping to the floor, her figure
completely numb. Riddick´s hand turned his face to his own, just so she
could get a better look at his eyes, at his anger and pain.
-If i reacall, you made me some promises, and you´ve broken them all.
His hand toying with the strip of her white bra.
-No more promises Jack.
his fingertips left her skin, so did he. His footsteps belonging to the
distance now.
Jack lay down, weeping, not caring who heard her and who didn´t.
Despite the dullness of the drugs she felt the pain, so intense and so
real. The drugs did nothing for her anymore, just more and more pain.
*I promise, i won´t come home late*
*There´ll be no other guys, promise*
*No booze, no drugs, i promise Riddick...just let me out*
*I´ll pay the bill, i promise*
And thousand more promises that she´d broken with out a second thought.
Now Riddick had left her.
left her all alone to the despair that painted her.
Jacl crawled up, her toothpick legs standing all by themselves.
*We´re landing on new mecca in a few days. Then I´ll be outta their lives*
A broken soul collapsed.
her toothpick feet recently broken.