Pitch black
chapter ?
FOR THE LOVE OF ONE
Skylar´s infuriated steps following her little sister´s evacive one´s.
The older woman grabbing the little chimney´s arm. makingher spina round to
face the truth.
-Listen to me Jack, i´m family, don´t walk out on me.
-You´re a fucking psyco murderer you can´t expect me to care about you!
-How can you say that, all my life i´ve been protectiong you!
-Does that include to kill dad?
Skylar´s eyes grew darker than most dark things.
-Can´t you remember what he did to us Jack? Can you remember how he
abused us? Raped us...beat us?
-Fucking liar.
Jack got ready to run away, ignoring the things that her sister said.
The terrible truth too much to take for a littl girl who knew no more
than how to follow a multi killer and entrust her soul to darkness.
-Really...well, guess what, i am..i lied to you when i said that mom
killed herself, she got beaten to death...gues by whom.
-LIAR!
Skylar wouldn´t stop there.
-See my eyes Jack? Mom smashed my head through a window..docs had to
inject some shit into my brain.
Social workers visited...that´s why dad beat her to death.
That´s why i tried to ghost the mother fucker!
-LIAR!
Jack crawling into a shell, Skylar crashed upon the floor beside her
sister.
Kneeling beside her, so affectionate.
-Jack, all i want is to smell your hair...hug you...tell you that everything
is gonna be ok. i can´t...i wish i could....i miss you Jack.
Believe me, i was gonna take you away, but then....
Skylar backed off a little. Jack´s natural born curiousity raised the
tear throbbing eyes away from the darkness of her conflicting mind.
Her older sister standing there.
her older sister....
Skylar,
not the lunatic.
just Skylar.
Skylar Aurora Menski.
Sis.......
Just standing there and embracing herself in the cold air of her soul.
Unbelivable...sane black tearas slipping down big sister´s face.
So many of them. Shudders passing through both of them silently.
-I am beyond my way for being ok Jack. All i have is you, Jackleen, and Macy.
Looking up, into each other. Truth understood, no matter how painful
the thought would surely now never leave both of them.
-You´re so lucky Jack. You can´t remember a thing. You´re so lucky.
Nothing came from Jack´s voice, her vocal cords had been struck silent
by a brutal memeory.
Touches.
Touches where they shouldn´t be, from people who shouldn´t.....
Pain..aching, crying.
-Daddy...don´t...please...don´t
Hurting....touching things she didn´t want to touch.
Filth to purety
innocense lost and regained as the child forgot.
disgust catching a mind to young to understand the word.
Jack´s face stunned, feet rising from a metal floor.
-I..I..need to be...alone.
Rapidly pacing away from the present reality.
To a place of beauty, to a place of peace.
Cooler room.
the chilly air kissing her sweet skin and numb senses.
Crashing on riddick, not looking, not saying, not being.
Just going.
All that was in her head was a disturbing fact.
*My father abused me. My father killed my mom. My father drove Skylar
insane. My father..my father...my...father..my own father.*
Repulse flowed through useless vains in an attempt to heat up the body.
Nothing .
her heart sunk into the cold ocean of pain.
Calmly she climbed down the ladder, to the surface floor of the gigantic
cooler room.
Humming engines requring all the cold they could get.
*Isn´t cooler liquid lethal?*
*I can´t take this shit. Dad, mom, Skylar, that planet, the mercs, the
drugs, booze....this...Riddick...can´t*
ice blue water licked her feet as she lost all feeling to them and her body.
*Suicide*
*Yes...suicide*
Her fingers sinking down, the rest of her going to.
So cold, terribly cold, but yet...warm and inviting.
If only the feelings would freeze away with this shit.
everything can die, slowly and surely.
Jack´s body started to shake violently in protest to this final end
of self destruction.
On her knees. The engines humming, even in the water.
Peace settled down into her distracted soul.
Weakness dropping down to her feet. Arms folding and dragging her up.
Her mind resisting, her body out of it completely.
-Stupid kid
A voice low and familiar.
-can you walk?
She felt her feet touch the ground, almost breaking from with under her.
Toothpick feet.
Breaking down like her psyche.
-Riddi..-
-Don´t bother
There was the hint of anger there, buringing gloriously under the calamity.
Painful to her, worse than feeling alive again, to feel the pain.
Slickly picked up by stone fine hands, resting upon his shoulders,
the weakling girl who had more strenght than anyone else Riddick
had grown to know.
Eyes closed. Softly blizzfully closed. his scent filling her up, just for
a while. Before he´d throw her away and call her a dumb kid.
Lock her up in her room for couple of days to sober her up from this
suicidal shit.
A room, their room.
A soft, soft bed kissing her skin. Sensing the slightly warmed up an wet
clothes.
*Icky*
Uncomfortable and sticking to her skin.
-Why the fuck did you try that Jack?
Yes, he was angry at her, but still...he didn´t hate her.
If he´d hated her he would have dumped her on the bed and left.
Wouldn´t have bothered to undress her.
*he´s taking my clothes off?*
The soaking socks and boots slipped off with some slight effort.
-IS that all you can do, run away.
All the words and pain in the world that were of depression and agony
wrapped themselves around her tone of voice.
*She finally told me, that´s why she tried, that´s why i felt so funny
around him*
His hands going up to her hips, looseing her pants. Pulling them off ever
so slowly.
His eyes meeting hers. The pain in her eyes spoke of the recently
discovered truth
-I´m sorry Jack
His tone, that of a true appology, but sure as fuck not that of a friend.
-I should have ghosted the fucker when i could.
*Riddick only kills people who hurt us..he must have known*
A squirmish weak little voice streched through the slumbering air.
-you knew?
His hands going under her t shirt, pulling it off, barely touching her.
-Skylar spilled
For an odd reason she wasn´t angry, at all. Something strange within her
changed everything that made her soul bleed.
Her wounds were in the process of healing.
Why?
How?
*Is that why i´m hurting so much? Am i ripping up old wounds?*
Hands leaving her limp body, her fragile hand reaching up to Riddick´s face.
She wanted comfort from the only person she could get it from.
-All the other men don´t matter.
her voice trying to reach the depths of Riddick´s mind.
All she wanted was touch, warmth, humanity. Ironically she seeked it in
someone who barely knew it himself.
No repuls, no filth.
Just pure.
But who can speak of purity as calm. Pure pain and innocent stained a
face not meant for misery.
Sobbing silence as her tears subdued.
Calm before the storm.
Violence broke out in a wave of intensity. Her hand hitting the lap top lying
on her desk.
Kicking and screaming.
Making up for the times when those disgusting men had held her down and
forced their way into her sanctuary, her body.
A fist pounding on the wall.
She sunk down, crying violently.
Riddick´s hand reached out, trying to touch the Jack that lay within the core
crying.
Trying to help.
Fury in her eyes.
attacked riddick.
IN intense fury that nothing else ever knew as anything different than
suicidal.
Even riddick
Even riddick had a problem fending her off.
Holding a shiv in her hand, cutting at him again and again and again.
NAmes shouted from her lips.
Bastard.
Son of a bitch.
mother fucker.
Asshole.
Jackass...the computer asked for a command.
Fuck off.
he did manage to pin the fighting creature down, but he allowed the frigthten
and shaking JAck to crawl away for a second.
*What´s wrong with me? WHy did i attack him? He´s bleeding, what have i done*
Throwing herself at him. Clinging on to him.
All the tears left in teh univers spilled through the eyes of someone special.
A person who´d lost everything in a single day.
Found a truth that cut her to the core.
-I´m sorry
Clinging on to Richard B Riddick.
The murderer.
The thief.
The beast.
Riddick, the one she loved and despised.
Foolish.
************************
*Don´t fucking touch me Jack, it´s tough enough already*
The sweet touch seeping through. Slowly and surely. Her features slowly
dreaming intto his mind.
her smell,
her eyes,
body language and voice.
Saying it all, wanting it all.
*shit, man, she´s not in he right fucking mind!*
Lips so close to his, tender, soft, delicate but determined.
*Fuck it,(no) fu(no) ck it, fuck (just a kid) it, fuck it )fuck it
fuck it fuck it fuck (doesn´t know what she wants) Want her (god danm
THINK) fuck it, (so soft) fuck (get)it,(away) fuck it. Damn it all.....*
-c´m here
Naked, terribly vulnerable to everything around herself Including him
,sliding into his lap.
Arms enfolding around her frame.
-i can´t believe i just tried that!
Holding on to Riddick´s frail shirt, it loosened, fell...gone and faded away.
Her lips right there, so gently put against his.
Just a single kiss. A sober kiss. Very so living and alive.
-CAn we just stay like this?
*How about control...have you even HEARD OF IT!*
A conflicted mind lying her down. Her legs spread, aroudn his waist.
Just wearing a g-string and a bra.
*She wasn´t suppose to grow up this fast*
Hands roaming over her, driving away the cold. A touch.
So pure.
A touch.
so gentle.
Not ruthless, not brutal, not dirty.
Pulling her closer to his body. Acting on pure instinct.
Wouldn´t matter now...
if she´d scream
if she´d fight
if she´d beg or if she´d play dead.
Her arms around him, nails digging into his back.
her.
Sliding into her body, feeling how she tensed just a little.
A peace on her lips, some to find in her eyes.
Anything but silent.
While her sound were shudderend breaths and deep moans...
his.....
words...
bestial....
breaths.....
The way he was.
The way he pulled her hair, rough hands pulling her into the deepest kisses.
Drowinging her.
Tasted sweet.
her.
His name whispered into the somber silence of space.
Shuddering against him. his moves, forceful, rough, slow.
Biting her lip, causing herslef to bleed.
Kissing it away.
Salty, tasty, sweaty.
Still shaking.
Satisfied at last.
Cradled in his arms, the creature he called Jack.
She´d drifted off to sleep soon after.
So tired from everything around her.
Sleep came late but came atlast. Jack awoke, crawlign out of arms that
embraced her tightly.
nausea running up her throat, breaking out her mouth.
the taste of filth bleeding ove rher lips.
She wanted to throw up the mental disgust she felt, get rid of it all
in a singel moment.
*Tried that, it doesn´t work, does it*
Naked, the mirror facing her. Cold water running in the sink.
Disgusting.
feeling filth.
Not caused by riddick or what he´d done.
Just the whole thought about sex made her wanna throw up all over again.
She did.
WIth teh beating sound of water in the background she bend over the toilet
again.
Throwing up memories and pain.
WAshing her face, plaer than pale in the thick darkness.
A darkness that didn´t hide Riddick´s eyes as he watched her.
Staindg in the doorway.
WAtching Jack.
A girl who´d been abused by her father. Denied by her mother.
Raped by men and mercs. Used.
The beutiful girl , washing her face, not aware of anything but her own thoughts.
Not until he touched her.
Slowly slipping into his arms.
She did want to cry, but there were no tears left for the
past tragedies.
no tears.
The woman finally noticed him when he lay his arms around her.
-Wanna take a shower?
Her head leaning back, he could barely remember when she´d been that relaxed
around him.
-No, I just can´t believe...my own father...it makes me wanna throw up.
His lips kissing her, whispering a deadly proposal into her ears.
-I´ll ghost him for you Jack, I´ll make him pay for all the things he´s
done to you.
He could feel the movement of her silky hair as she shoke her head in
denial.
-He´s still family.
her eyes widened.
-Skylar.
For a second or two Jack looked incredibly upset.
-I gotta talk to her.
A gentle hold on her arm wouldn´t let her go.
-it can wait Jack, You´d better rest, it´s a big day tomorrow.
Her eyebrowns narrowed in utter confusion.
Then a bell rung loud and clear.
Her eighteenth birthday
chapter ?
FOR THE LOVE OF ONE
Skylar´s infuriated steps following her little sister´s evacive one´s.
The older woman grabbing the little chimney´s arm. makingher spina round to
face the truth.
-Listen to me Jack, i´m family, don´t walk out on me.
-You´re a fucking psyco murderer you can´t expect me to care about you!
-How can you say that, all my life i´ve been protectiong you!
-Does that include to kill dad?
Skylar´s eyes grew darker than most dark things.
-Can´t you remember what he did to us Jack? Can you remember how he
abused us? Raped us...beat us?
-Fucking liar.
Jack got ready to run away, ignoring the things that her sister said.
The terrible truth too much to take for a littl girl who knew no more
than how to follow a multi killer and entrust her soul to darkness.
-Really...well, guess what, i am..i lied to you when i said that mom
killed herself, she got beaten to death...gues by whom.
-LIAR!
Skylar wouldn´t stop there.
-See my eyes Jack? Mom smashed my head through a window..docs had to
inject some shit into my brain.
Social workers visited...that´s why dad beat her to death.
That´s why i tried to ghost the mother fucker!
-LIAR!
Jack crawling into a shell, Skylar crashed upon the floor beside her
sister.
Kneeling beside her, so affectionate.
-Jack, all i want is to smell your hair...hug you...tell you that everything
is gonna be ok. i can´t...i wish i could....i miss you Jack.
Believe me, i was gonna take you away, but then....
Skylar backed off a little. Jack´s natural born curiousity raised the
tear throbbing eyes away from the darkness of her conflicting mind.
Her older sister standing there.
her older sister....
Skylar,
not the lunatic.
just Skylar.
Skylar Aurora Menski.
Sis.......
Just standing there and embracing herself in the cold air of her soul.
Unbelivable...sane black tearas slipping down big sister´s face.
So many of them. Shudders passing through both of them silently.
-I am beyond my way for being ok Jack. All i have is you, Jackleen, and Macy.
Looking up, into each other. Truth understood, no matter how painful
the thought would surely now never leave both of them.
-You´re so lucky Jack. You can´t remember a thing. You´re so lucky.
Nothing came from Jack´s voice, her vocal cords had been struck silent
by a brutal memeory.
Touches.
Touches where they shouldn´t be, from people who shouldn´t.....
Pain..aching, crying.
-Daddy...don´t...please...don´t
Hurting....touching things she didn´t want to touch.
Filth to purety
innocense lost and regained as the child forgot.
disgust catching a mind to young to understand the word.
Jack´s face stunned, feet rising from a metal floor.
-I..I..need to be...alone.
Rapidly pacing away from the present reality.
To a place of beauty, to a place of peace.
Cooler room.
the chilly air kissing her sweet skin and numb senses.
Crashing on riddick, not looking, not saying, not being.
Just going.
All that was in her head was a disturbing fact.
*My father abused me. My father killed my mom. My father drove Skylar
insane. My father..my father...my...father..my own father.*
Repulse flowed through useless vains in an attempt to heat up the body.
Nothing .
her heart sunk into the cold ocean of pain.
Calmly she climbed down the ladder, to the surface floor of the gigantic
cooler room.
Humming engines requring all the cold they could get.
*Isn´t cooler liquid lethal?*
*I can´t take this shit. Dad, mom, Skylar, that planet, the mercs, the
drugs, booze....this...Riddick...can´t*
ice blue water licked her feet as she lost all feeling to them and her body.
*Suicide*
*Yes...suicide*
Her fingers sinking down, the rest of her going to.
So cold, terribly cold, but yet...warm and inviting.
If only the feelings would freeze away with this shit.
everything can die, slowly and surely.
Jack´s body started to shake violently in protest to this final end
of self destruction.
On her knees. The engines humming, even in the water.
Peace settled down into her distracted soul.
Weakness dropping down to her feet. Arms folding and dragging her up.
Her mind resisting, her body out of it completely.
-Stupid kid
A voice low and familiar.
-can you walk?
She felt her feet touch the ground, almost breaking from with under her.
Toothpick feet.
Breaking down like her psyche.
-Riddi..-
-Don´t bother
There was the hint of anger there, buringing gloriously under the calamity.
Painful to her, worse than feeling alive again, to feel the pain.
Slickly picked up by stone fine hands, resting upon his shoulders,
the weakling girl who had more strenght than anyone else Riddick
had grown to know.
Eyes closed. Softly blizzfully closed. his scent filling her up, just for
a while. Before he´d throw her away and call her a dumb kid.
Lock her up in her room for couple of days to sober her up from this
suicidal shit.
A room, their room.
A soft, soft bed kissing her skin. Sensing the slightly warmed up an wet
clothes.
*Icky*
Uncomfortable and sticking to her skin.
-Why the fuck did you try that Jack?
Yes, he was angry at her, but still...he didn´t hate her.
If he´d hated her he would have dumped her on the bed and left.
Wouldn´t have bothered to undress her.
*he´s taking my clothes off?*
The soaking socks and boots slipped off with some slight effort.
-IS that all you can do, run away.
All the words and pain in the world that were of depression and agony
wrapped themselves around her tone of voice.
*She finally told me, that´s why she tried, that´s why i felt so funny
around him*
His hands going up to her hips, looseing her pants. Pulling them off ever
so slowly.
His eyes meeting hers. The pain in her eyes spoke of the recently
discovered truth
-I´m sorry Jack
His tone, that of a true appology, but sure as fuck not that of a friend.
-I should have ghosted the fucker when i could.
*Riddick only kills people who hurt us..he must have known*
A squirmish weak little voice streched through the slumbering air.
-you knew?
His hands going under her t shirt, pulling it off, barely touching her.
-Skylar spilled
For an odd reason she wasn´t angry, at all. Something strange within her
changed everything that made her soul bleed.
Her wounds were in the process of healing.
Why?
How?
*Is that why i´m hurting so much? Am i ripping up old wounds?*
Hands leaving her limp body, her fragile hand reaching up to Riddick´s face.
She wanted comfort from the only person she could get it from.
-All the other men don´t matter.
her voice trying to reach the depths of Riddick´s mind.
All she wanted was touch, warmth, humanity. Ironically she seeked it in
someone who barely knew it himself.
No repuls, no filth.
Just pure.
But who can speak of purity as calm. Pure pain and innocent stained a
face not meant for misery.
Sobbing silence as her tears subdued.
Calm before the storm.
Violence broke out in a wave of intensity. Her hand hitting the lap top lying
on her desk.
Kicking and screaming.
Making up for the times when those disgusting men had held her down and
forced their way into her sanctuary, her body.
A fist pounding on the wall.
She sunk down, crying violently.
Riddick´s hand reached out, trying to touch the Jack that lay within the core
crying.
Trying to help.
Fury in her eyes.
attacked riddick.
IN intense fury that nothing else ever knew as anything different than
suicidal.
Even riddick
Even riddick had a problem fending her off.
Holding a shiv in her hand, cutting at him again and again and again.
NAmes shouted from her lips.
Bastard.
Son of a bitch.
mother fucker.
Asshole.
Jackass...the computer asked for a command.
Fuck off.
he did manage to pin the fighting creature down, but he allowed the frigthten
and shaking JAck to crawl away for a second.
*What´s wrong with me? WHy did i attack him? He´s bleeding, what have i done*
Throwing herself at him. Clinging on to him.
All the tears left in teh univers spilled through the eyes of someone special.
A person who´d lost everything in a single day.
Found a truth that cut her to the core.
-I´m sorry
Clinging on to Richard B Riddick.
The murderer.
The thief.
The beast.
Riddick, the one she loved and despised.
Foolish.
************************
*Don´t fucking touch me Jack, it´s tough enough already*
The sweet touch seeping through. Slowly and surely. Her features slowly
dreaming intto his mind.
her smell,
her eyes,
body language and voice.
Saying it all, wanting it all.
*shit, man, she´s not in he right fucking mind!*
Lips so close to his, tender, soft, delicate but determined.
*Fuck it,(no) fu(no) ck it, fuck (just a kid) it, fuck it )fuck it
fuck it fuck it fuck (doesn´t know what she wants) Want her (god danm
THINK) fuck it, (so soft) fuck (get)it,(away) fuck it. Damn it all.....*
-c´m here
Naked, terribly vulnerable to everything around herself Including him
,sliding into his lap.
Arms enfolding around her frame.
-i can´t believe i just tried that!
Holding on to Riddick´s frail shirt, it loosened, fell...gone and faded away.
Her lips right there, so gently put against his.
Just a single kiss. A sober kiss. Very so living and alive.
-CAn we just stay like this?
*How about control...have you even HEARD OF IT!*
A conflicted mind lying her down. Her legs spread, aroudn his waist.
Just wearing a g-string and a bra.
*She wasn´t suppose to grow up this fast*
Hands roaming over her, driving away the cold. A touch.
So pure.
A touch.
so gentle.
Not ruthless, not brutal, not dirty.
Pulling her closer to his body. Acting on pure instinct.
Wouldn´t matter now...
if she´d scream
if she´d fight
if she´d beg or if she´d play dead.
Her arms around him, nails digging into his back.
her.
Sliding into her body, feeling how she tensed just a little.
A peace on her lips, some to find in her eyes.
Anything but silent.
While her sound were shudderend breaths and deep moans...
his.....
words...
bestial....
breaths.....
The way he was.
The way he pulled her hair, rough hands pulling her into the deepest kisses.
Drowinging her.
Tasted sweet.
her.
His name whispered into the somber silence of space.
Shuddering against him. his moves, forceful, rough, slow.
Biting her lip, causing herslef to bleed.
Kissing it away.
Salty, tasty, sweaty.
Still shaking.
Satisfied at last.
Cradled in his arms, the creature he called Jack.
She´d drifted off to sleep soon after.
So tired from everything around her.
Sleep came late but came atlast. Jack awoke, crawlign out of arms that
embraced her tightly.
nausea running up her throat, breaking out her mouth.
the taste of filth bleeding ove rher lips.
She wanted to throw up the mental disgust she felt, get rid of it all
in a singel moment.
*Tried that, it doesn´t work, does it*
Naked, the mirror facing her. Cold water running in the sink.
Disgusting.
feeling filth.
Not caused by riddick or what he´d done.
Just the whole thought about sex made her wanna throw up all over again.
She did.
WIth teh beating sound of water in the background she bend over the toilet
again.
Throwing up memories and pain.
WAshing her face, plaer than pale in the thick darkness.
A darkness that didn´t hide Riddick´s eyes as he watched her.
Staindg in the doorway.
WAtching Jack.
A girl who´d been abused by her father. Denied by her mother.
Raped by men and mercs. Used.
The beutiful girl , washing her face, not aware of anything but her own thoughts.
Not until he touched her.
Slowly slipping into his arms.
She did want to cry, but there were no tears left for the
past tragedies.
no tears.
The woman finally noticed him when he lay his arms around her.
-Wanna take a shower?
Her head leaning back, he could barely remember when she´d been that relaxed
around him.
-No, I just can´t believe...my own father...it makes me wanna throw up.
His lips kissing her, whispering a deadly proposal into her ears.
-I´ll ghost him for you Jack, I´ll make him pay for all the things he´s
done to you.
He could feel the movement of her silky hair as she shoke her head in
denial.
-He´s still family.
her eyes widened.
-Skylar.
For a second or two Jack looked incredibly upset.
-I gotta talk to her.
A gentle hold on her arm wouldn´t let her go.
-it can wait Jack, You´d better rest, it´s a big day tomorrow.
Her eyebrowns narrowed in utter confusion.
Then a bell rung loud and clear.
Her eighteenth birthday