Pitch black
obscure anticipation
chapter 17
Surfacing
In the most exhaustive matter possible Jack got up.
Her head spinning and heart hurting. Only barely she recalled the day passed by.
A single fucking day and so much had changed.
The terrible memories seeking to crawl through her once again.
With effort she pushed them back into the darkness they belonged to.
With a tear ripped heart she started to dress herself.
Riddick wasn't there.
Just his scent and the marks on the sheets.
So he'd at least bothered to sleep in the same bed.
Running her hand through brown strands of messy hair, her body crying for
something to make the day easier.
Slowly she lift her hand up to level with her pretty face.
It shook, shook as violently as her world within did. A final clench of fists
she broke the constant wave of turbulence.
Collecting courage to show up at breakfast.
*Maybe Riddick found him and he's dead*
A single pain ran through her, and also, a vicious wish for it to happen.
*I´m not Skylar, she might be my sister, I might love her, but I'm not her,
or mom*
Her feet now infront of the *kitchen*, just one step closer and the doors
would slide open and four faces would perhaps smile at her, or maybe just
three demons frowning.
One step closer.
An iron door sliding open...
four faces.
One so happy and demonic
one so chilled that the hald would be too much
then that one...that one laconic expression
*Sure as fuck wasn't this dead last night*
And there was the last face.
Terrified.
Pale ad showing a few nice bruises, rather fresh ones, rather obvious ones.
A trembling thought by passed the girl.
*He didn´t*
For the most silent of moments the room stood still. All expressions changed.
Happy to ashamed, chilled to worried, laconic to...smiling and the terror
to the purest of the same.
The dull kitchen light allowed Riddick to skip his googols, the silvery shine
like a magnet to insecure bones.
He'd be sitting between her and her father. Was that a relief?
Slowly she approached the table, slower she sat down, slowest she looked at
the others.
A dish was ready for her, some alien creature called big sister pushed towards
the litte chimney.
-You OK?
Skylar spoke as if nothing had happened through the last 24 life changing hours
or so.
-I've crashed on a planet with carnival aliens, been on the run for fuck
knows how long and coped with early childhood traumas that have been
surfacing over the last few years, i´d say today was a bloody decent day.
Somehow the humor in her voice didn't reach the audience.
The air filled with indecent intent and evil.
Skylar was playing with the fork, staring at their father.
Malicious.
-That's very good girlie.
A heavy feeling settled in her stomach, not due to her dad's presence or the
emotional flood that threatened to break out form its chains.
Something even worse.
It'd always been akward to show up for breakfast or dinner, or simply to
get together by accident.
This was different, as if the devil himself had bound them together.
*The only thing worse than the devil is Riddick*
She smiled to herself as she kept on toying with her toast, staring at the
melting butter.
She looked slightly to her right, her eyes bypassing Riddick and finding her
trembling father.
Nausea creeping up her throat. A warm hand rubbed her back, instead of
coming off as comforting it came as an assault. Human touch at that
very moment disgusted her.
-Don't, please.
Riddick´s hand gone, worry in his eyes. At that moment she realized that
that gleam had been there for years, when ever he'd looked at her,
worrying about her state of mind and body.
-Wanna go back to bed?
He obviously resisted touching her in another gentle manner.
Slower than she'd sat down she rose up, her hands almost shaking as they
pushed her up.
-I'm OK, I just need some coffee.
*I´m really gonna do it, ain´t I, I'm really gonna find out now*
her absent minded words earned her odd looks from the local psychos.
-Love, there's coffee in your cup.
Skylar´s psychotic manner still shining through a little, a motherly touch
still living.
-No, I need more coffee than that, i´ll need the code too.
Rising up from Macy´s embrace Skylar faced her baby sister with care.
-You sure?
A bandaged arm reached out to touch, Jack flinched for a second but then
gave into the sisterly comfort offered.
The world had turned into a confusing place and the thoughts swirling through
Jack's head started to ease as the embrace lasted longer.
The thought of Riddick trying to kill Skylar pass by in a mist of other
thoughts.
*He´s changed*
The intense wounds and scars on her sister's body, the insanity in her vains
and the dreadful appreciation when she and Macy tried to X their dad out.
*She didn't know better*
The way her father had mercilessly molested her as a child, beaten their
mother, she remembered now. The times when she'd tried to stop him from
doing those awful things.
*He´s still family and now I can protect myself*
The endless methods of escape that Jack had used through out her life.
*I´m not running from home this time, and i´ll get help, I swear i´ll get
help*
All those thought became nothing but a memoir when Skylar let Jack go and
handed her the code.
Skylar´s torn hands and torn soul gave something of importance to
the young and fresh Jack.
-Don't push yourself too far Jack, you're not like me, or mom, but still
don't push yourself.
A word of advice from a broken doll just before Jack left the kitchen, ignoring
her stomach's pleas for food.
A pang of pain grabbed her heart, the fear she'd drugged up and kept away
surfaced in her eyes in the form of uncontrollable tears.
But she'd do it, she'd do it because she knew that there was no other way.
time to face the past.
The last chance to run away slipped away when she stuck the data disk into
her laptop.
********************
As soon as the doors slid close Skylar´s expression changed into that
of hate and insanity.
-Jackass, alert me when Jack's within 100 meter radius of daddy's location
A small insignificant bleep indicated that the AI had understood the command.
-Trying to crawl out the AC was a very stupid thing to do daddy dearest!
Specially on my ship.
Skylar´s eyes stared through the old man, the old disgusting frightened sleazy
man with the odd blue eyes.
The fork poking into his skin, for a reason he didn't squirm or make a sound.
He did dare to speak though.
-You've got the money, just let me go, I won't tell anyone.
Macy leaned forwards, smiling that special smile of his.
Many a man would have thought Macy the be the saner one of the trio, that
many a man was severely wrong.
-They say human flesh tastes like chicken, maybe we should cook you.
The old man shook even more, his trembles obvious even as he took a single
shaking breath.
-I haven't done anything to you, I've payd for my crimes!
Riddick´s laughter crushed the weakling heart. A deep full out laughter that
smiled at the future words his corpse would speak.
His words directed to his once born enemies, temporary allies and former
co-habitants.
-You sure it´s gonna be at least ten hours.
Skylar nodded to confirm.
-Jack's smart, but just to open the bloody thing takes two hours.
The frequent rising from tables continued as Riddick stood up and dragged
the old fucker along.
-Riddick, just don't kill him..
Smiles of terror, real tasty.
*************************
Music pounded blew the sealing off, endless thoughts crossing her mind.
She'd just opened the package.
A salt corn of pride slept in her heart. Her mom's intellect stunned her.
Fingers playing smoothly across the keyboard and papers scattered all around.
Fear left behind.
Time to get serious.
*************************
Blood seeping slowly down the prison pale skin.
His knees didn't hold anymore, Riddick´s hand held him as the old man peed
his pants.
-Don't kill me, please don't.
The dark room filled with over ten thousand shades, shades of thoughts.
Thoughts on how to kill the old man.
Sure Skylar´d go crazy, Macy too, but this man had harmed Jack too much to live.
-Bet ya wished Skylar had succeeded.
The shiv of his other hand cutting daddy dearest shirt open, the tip of the
blade sliced perfectly and smoothly through the first layer of skin as well.
A whimper thrown into the cold air. One of the many storage rooms would
get blood stained very soon.
****************************
-He's going to kill him, you know that.
-Ofcourse love
a hand reached to a perfect face.
-And HE is going to get what he deserves, a living hell.
A lean body climbing over another, sitting down, towering over and grabbing
the collar of a shirt.
-We'll leave for double helix soon
A hand slipping around the thin waist.
-Yes.
Lips closing another pair.
-We'll say good-bye to Jackleen.
A clear tear struck his cheek, just before a kiss of sympathy touched
his lips.
Yeah, they'd say good-bye, just as soon as they'd get the money.
********************
He could only whimper and Riddick loved it.
His bleeding skin hanging on his body. Riddick understood now why Skylar
enjoyed this ritual killing.
The victim staid alive for quite some time.
This method of hers mixed with his own proved to be quite the killer.
The smile on Riddick´s lips spoke of his anger towards that man.
-You sorry now.
If the fucker could have nodded his head, he would have.
The last six hours had been very so delicate and would be fresh in his memory.
Such a shame that he couldn't give the man more pain than he deserved.
The physical education continued as Riddick lifted a part of daddy's guts
to the fucker´s face.
-And these are a part of your digestive system, should we carve them open
and check what you had for breakfast?
The pure terror in the obscure face stiff from fear, sweaty and white.
-I think we should.
Riddick´s bloody hand handled his insides delicately, intended on making
the pain intense.
Although his guts wouldn't hurt much while being cut the mental terror
would serve its purpose.
The echoing mental scream in the dirty blue eyes gave Riddick the complete
satisfaction of the torture.
That look meant fear and fear, the smell of fear, the perfect human scent,
fitted this ugly old man so well.
The blood filling the void in his mind, his heart and his entire existence.
-You forget too soon old man, I don't like others touchin´ my girl.
A bleeding mouth tried to move, but could not. His body wouldn't respond to
any request. His hands limp and cut open, he knew he didn't have any fingers
but yet he could feel the pain they left behind.
All he could feel was pain and the fear that this gigantic demon radiated.
**********************
Jack jumped in pure joy, smiled in achievement.
A fourteen digit number was all that was left of the information flood.
Her voice squealing and exighted beyond belief.
Thank you mama*
Her voice sincere and daughterly, filled with joy.
*Ten freaggin´mils, here we come!*
She sprung up.
The code already saved onto the data disk, written on her hand, sprayed
on the wall....just to be 100% sure. one copy might get lost.
*I just gotta tell Riddick ´bout this!*
Her feet running, her heart filled with so much adrenaline that she could
have passed the Olympic standard.
Her caffeine loaded brain demanded a stop.
-Jackass, locate R.B. Riddick.
-Storage room 14.
Too happy to damn herself for running into the wrong direction she ran back.
He'd be so happy.
She was.
They´d leave, maybe steal a ship. five mils would get yah far, specially
in the economically screwed up systems, or the frontiers.
****************
-Jack is within 100 meter radius of "daddy"
Skylar stretched her body, revenge at last.
Macy had already gone and contacted the Johns.
Bleeding delightful revenge.
******************
A sudden burst of light interrupted Riddick´s operation.
*I´ve still got three hours to go, can't be Jack, better not be them checkin'
on me*
A fragile shocked frame stood in the middle of the doors, by instinctively
Riddick gave the fucker a last jab, right through the tender, exposed
heart.
her eyes the very image of a shock, his silvery eyes could barely make her
out because of the light.
-No....
A broken whisper assured him that it was Jack, not Skylar.
Their scent too familiar to really distinct between.
He rose up, knowing that he'd look frightening to her, he did watch out
not to hold the shiv.
She was the one person he didn't want to frighten, worst though, she was
the one who really should be the most frighten of all.
She stood frozen, even as he came close.
Stared at him in a state of shock.
He knew that had he been some one else he would be dead.
But he was Richard B. Riddick, not just someone.
Someone she cared about.
He appreciated that, loved her for that.
*Love*
Ironic, irony, he'd just killed her father, whom she cared about despite
an ugly past.
His googols down, only two inches between them.
one inch.
His hand touching her face, leaving a streak of blood.
-I'm sorry Jack.
Sorry? For hurting her, yes. for killing that bastard, no.
Her body didn't flinch, but her gentle face did, her eyes, the lined by her eyes
as she started to cry desperately all spoke of her pain.
-How could you.
Her voice but a whisper to the darkening sunset of new Mecca.
The outside world took a breath and held it in.
-Oh, yes, how could you Richard.
Skylar´s face right there, Macy by her side. Both of them armed.
Skylar with her gun and knife, Macy just with his bladed staff.
Riddick´s deep voice echoed within the hull.
-It´s too late, your share's dead.
The corners of Skylar´s mouth curved into a smile.
-But, Richard, that's not why we're here, there's a different game going on.
Skylar ran at him with her knife Riddick´s reflexes quick enough to counter
act the attack.
The move meant to get Skylar of her feet was without any result.
-Leave Jack.
The deep demonic voice sent vicious chills down her spine.
Skylar´s attack intense and intense. By far fucking quicker than Riddick
understood, the strength of insanity also aided her in keeping the battle
even.
-Outta the ship NOW!
Her steps slow, backing. The scared little girl started to run.
Ran, ran, ran.
No where to go but she just had to run.
Away.
Hiding, what had happened?
What?
*Riddick told me to run, I did, I ran.*
her furious blood screaming in agony.
*Skylar attacked him..why, she gone crazy again?*
Macy didn't stop her.
*Riddick...he killed dad*
They knew...had they known.
her feet carried her a faraway from the space doc.
Deeper into the city, deeper into despair and danger.
*******************
-You planning on back stabbing us all his time?
Skylar swirled her knife as she took another aim at Riddick.
-Ofcourse.
-Psycho bitch.
His upper body twished as he met a new attacker.
His shirt slashed and he felt the blood seep through the new gap on his back.
No pain.
-I thought we were even
Skylar snorted as Macy attacked again.
-What you did can't be made even.
The weaponless Riddick had now a harder time to fend the two of them off.
He'd have to get through Skylar to end it, kill her, then Macy.
Light steps circled him.
-You ain´t goin´on "eye for an eye", changing your style?
The coming attack inflicted a wound on his abdomen, not as serious as it
bleed.
-We're going by our style, life for a life.
His leg throwing Skylar off for a critical moment.
-We are Richard.
Skylar´s now bleeding face looked at him with such humanity and pain.
this wasn't the psycho acting.
-The explosion. Our kid was in there, she was only one YOU FUCKER.
At those spoken words the fight became malicious and wordless.
Blood, death lying in the spoiled air. The perfect lack of mercy giving
brutality it´s true reputation.
All mental pain burst out into it´s physical partner.
Time, meaning less, only measured in bruises and blood.
Skylar sitting on top of him, Macy´s blade by his neck.
No escape.
-I don't give a fuck about myself Riddick, but you've hurt my FAMILY and
that I can not forgive.
They shared that opinion.
-And we're not the only ones, there's a doctor Jennifer Fry who want's her
daughter's murderer to pay, Richard B. Riddick.
The world went blank. Riddick couldn't see, feel or hear.
He was a ware that his body was moving again, fresh blood on his hands.
But it all faded away, into a blissful nightmare.
*****************
*So cold...where's the data disk?*
-fuck!
Her trembling voice screeching across the deserted streets.
The sun had set and now it was freezing.
Her mind blurred by her tears, but despair that she knew
she'd have to go back to the ship.
Or should she?
Riddick had killed her father, Skylar and Macy had attacked Riddick.
*But I can't leave Riddick there, if they hurt him..i can't loose him too*
Nausea reclaimed her body, she leaned towards a wall and threw up.
Why to give a fuck?
A hand on her back, viciously she turned around.
A chubby man looked back, dressed in a black leather jacket.
Jack identified him as a drug dealer.
-You look like you need some cheering up.
His voice thick with some sort of an accent.
-What have you got.
He smiled, he had the answer upon his lips.
-coke, adrenaline, acid, spit, you mention it, I've got it.
Her mind reacted, something within decided to take control.
-No thanks, you haven't got what I want
His expression still toying with the idea of selling some shit.
-What d´you use darling?
Darling. She didn't want to hear that word ever again. Never.
Her mind crept over all the drugs she'd done, one of them was particularly
hard to get.
-Pure dopamine C, 3 mg.
He smiled wickedly, he drew something from his coat.
-I told you darling, I've got anything you want.
Jack got ready to walk away, her shoes clicking on the street.
-forget it, I don't have the money.
-There are other ways you can pay.
At that she was determined to walk away. She didn't want to do that, she'd
never gone that deep and she wanted to resurface from the drug addiction.
her body did want it, the drugs.
-Hey!
He grabbed her shoulder forcefully. This time Jack reacted.
She hit him straight on the nose and before he even staggered she'd punched
the broken nose none straight into his brain with her flat palm.
The drug dealer tumbled down dead.
A certain coldness slept in her eyes.
The first man she'd killed.
She felt nothing.
Her back turned to the scene of crime as she started to walk away.
A painful feeling started slowly to fester within her.
obscure anticipation
chapter 17
Surfacing
In the most exhaustive matter possible Jack got up.
Her head spinning and heart hurting. Only barely she recalled the day passed by.
A single fucking day and so much had changed.
The terrible memories seeking to crawl through her once again.
With effort she pushed them back into the darkness they belonged to.
With a tear ripped heart she started to dress herself.
Riddick wasn't there.
Just his scent and the marks on the sheets.
So he'd at least bothered to sleep in the same bed.
Running her hand through brown strands of messy hair, her body crying for
something to make the day easier.
Slowly she lift her hand up to level with her pretty face.
It shook, shook as violently as her world within did. A final clench of fists
she broke the constant wave of turbulence.
Collecting courage to show up at breakfast.
*Maybe Riddick found him and he's dead*
A single pain ran through her, and also, a vicious wish for it to happen.
*I´m not Skylar, she might be my sister, I might love her, but I'm not her,
or mom*
Her feet now infront of the *kitchen*, just one step closer and the doors
would slide open and four faces would perhaps smile at her, or maybe just
three demons frowning.
One step closer.
An iron door sliding open...
four faces.
One so happy and demonic
one so chilled that the hald would be too much
then that one...that one laconic expression
*Sure as fuck wasn't this dead last night*
And there was the last face.
Terrified.
Pale ad showing a few nice bruises, rather fresh ones, rather obvious ones.
A trembling thought by passed the girl.
*He didn´t*
For the most silent of moments the room stood still. All expressions changed.
Happy to ashamed, chilled to worried, laconic to...smiling and the terror
to the purest of the same.
The dull kitchen light allowed Riddick to skip his googols, the silvery shine
like a magnet to insecure bones.
He'd be sitting between her and her father. Was that a relief?
Slowly she approached the table, slower she sat down, slowest she looked at
the others.
A dish was ready for her, some alien creature called big sister pushed towards
the litte chimney.
-You OK?
Skylar spoke as if nothing had happened through the last 24 life changing hours
or so.
-I've crashed on a planet with carnival aliens, been on the run for fuck
knows how long and coped with early childhood traumas that have been
surfacing over the last few years, i´d say today was a bloody decent day.
Somehow the humor in her voice didn't reach the audience.
The air filled with indecent intent and evil.
Skylar was playing with the fork, staring at their father.
Malicious.
-That's very good girlie.
A heavy feeling settled in her stomach, not due to her dad's presence or the
emotional flood that threatened to break out form its chains.
Something even worse.
It'd always been akward to show up for breakfast or dinner, or simply to
get together by accident.
This was different, as if the devil himself had bound them together.
*The only thing worse than the devil is Riddick*
She smiled to herself as she kept on toying with her toast, staring at the
melting butter.
She looked slightly to her right, her eyes bypassing Riddick and finding her
trembling father.
Nausea creeping up her throat. A warm hand rubbed her back, instead of
coming off as comforting it came as an assault. Human touch at that
very moment disgusted her.
-Don't, please.
Riddick´s hand gone, worry in his eyes. At that moment she realized that
that gleam had been there for years, when ever he'd looked at her,
worrying about her state of mind and body.
-Wanna go back to bed?
He obviously resisted touching her in another gentle manner.
Slower than she'd sat down she rose up, her hands almost shaking as they
pushed her up.
-I'm OK, I just need some coffee.
*I´m really gonna do it, ain´t I, I'm really gonna find out now*
her absent minded words earned her odd looks from the local psychos.
-Love, there's coffee in your cup.
Skylar´s psychotic manner still shining through a little, a motherly touch
still living.
-No, I need more coffee than that, i´ll need the code too.
Rising up from Macy´s embrace Skylar faced her baby sister with care.
-You sure?
A bandaged arm reached out to touch, Jack flinched for a second but then
gave into the sisterly comfort offered.
The world had turned into a confusing place and the thoughts swirling through
Jack's head started to ease as the embrace lasted longer.
The thought of Riddick trying to kill Skylar pass by in a mist of other
thoughts.
*He´s changed*
The intense wounds and scars on her sister's body, the insanity in her vains
and the dreadful appreciation when she and Macy tried to X their dad out.
*She didn't know better*
The way her father had mercilessly molested her as a child, beaten their
mother, she remembered now. The times when she'd tried to stop him from
doing those awful things.
*He´s still family and now I can protect myself*
The endless methods of escape that Jack had used through out her life.
*I´m not running from home this time, and i´ll get help, I swear i´ll get
help*
All those thought became nothing but a memoir when Skylar let Jack go and
handed her the code.
Skylar´s torn hands and torn soul gave something of importance to
the young and fresh Jack.
-Don't push yourself too far Jack, you're not like me, or mom, but still
don't push yourself.
A word of advice from a broken doll just before Jack left the kitchen, ignoring
her stomach's pleas for food.
A pang of pain grabbed her heart, the fear she'd drugged up and kept away
surfaced in her eyes in the form of uncontrollable tears.
But she'd do it, she'd do it because she knew that there was no other way.
time to face the past.
The last chance to run away slipped away when she stuck the data disk into
her laptop.
********************
As soon as the doors slid close Skylar´s expression changed into that
of hate and insanity.
-Jackass, alert me when Jack's within 100 meter radius of daddy's location
A small insignificant bleep indicated that the AI had understood the command.
-Trying to crawl out the AC was a very stupid thing to do daddy dearest!
Specially on my ship.
Skylar´s eyes stared through the old man, the old disgusting frightened sleazy
man with the odd blue eyes.
The fork poking into his skin, for a reason he didn't squirm or make a sound.
He did dare to speak though.
-You've got the money, just let me go, I won't tell anyone.
Macy leaned forwards, smiling that special smile of his.
Many a man would have thought Macy the be the saner one of the trio, that
many a man was severely wrong.
-They say human flesh tastes like chicken, maybe we should cook you.
The old man shook even more, his trembles obvious even as he took a single
shaking breath.
-I haven't done anything to you, I've payd for my crimes!
Riddick´s laughter crushed the weakling heart. A deep full out laughter that
smiled at the future words his corpse would speak.
His words directed to his once born enemies, temporary allies and former
co-habitants.
-You sure it´s gonna be at least ten hours.
Skylar nodded to confirm.
-Jack's smart, but just to open the bloody thing takes two hours.
The frequent rising from tables continued as Riddick stood up and dragged
the old fucker along.
-Riddick, just don't kill him..
Smiles of terror, real tasty.
*************************
Music pounded blew the sealing off, endless thoughts crossing her mind.
She'd just opened the package.
A salt corn of pride slept in her heart. Her mom's intellect stunned her.
Fingers playing smoothly across the keyboard and papers scattered all around.
Fear left behind.
Time to get serious.
*************************
Blood seeping slowly down the prison pale skin.
His knees didn't hold anymore, Riddick´s hand held him as the old man peed
his pants.
-Don't kill me, please don't.
The dark room filled with over ten thousand shades, shades of thoughts.
Thoughts on how to kill the old man.
Sure Skylar´d go crazy, Macy too, but this man had harmed Jack too much to live.
-Bet ya wished Skylar had succeeded.
The shiv of his other hand cutting daddy dearest shirt open, the tip of the
blade sliced perfectly and smoothly through the first layer of skin as well.
A whimper thrown into the cold air. One of the many storage rooms would
get blood stained very soon.
****************************
-He's going to kill him, you know that.
-Ofcourse love
a hand reached to a perfect face.
-And HE is going to get what he deserves, a living hell.
A lean body climbing over another, sitting down, towering over and grabbing
the collar of a shirt.
-We'll leave for double helix soon
A hand slipping around the thin waist.
-Yes.
Lips closing another pair.
-We'll say good-bye to Jackleen.
A clear tear struck his cheek, just before a kiss of sympathy touched
his lips.
Yeah, they'd say good-bye, just as soon as they'd get the money.
********************
He could only whimper and Riddick loved it.
His bleeding skin hanging on his body. Riddick understood now why Skylar
enjoyed this ritual killing.
The victim staid alive for quite some time.
This method of hers mixed with his own proved to be quite the killer.
The smile on Riddick´s lips spoke of his anger towards that man.
-You sorry now.
If the fucker could have nodded his head, he would have.
The last six hours had been very so delicate and would be fresh in his memory.
Such a shame that he couldn't give the man more pain than he deserved.
The physical education continued as Riddick lifted a part of daddy's guts
to the fucker´s face.
-And these are a part of your digestive system, should we carve them open
and check what you had for breakfast?
The pure terror in the obscure face stiff from fear, sweaty and white.
-I think we should.
Riddick´s bloody hand handled his insides delicately, intended on making
the pain intense.
Although his guts wouldn't hurt much while being cut the mental terror
would serve its purpose.
The echoing mental scream in the dirty blue eyes gave Riddick the complete
satisfaction of the torture.
That look meant fear and fear, the smell of fear, the perfect human scent,
fitted this ugly old man so well.
The blood filling the void in his mind, his heart and his entire existence.
-You forget too soon old man, I don't like others touchin´ my girl.
A bleeding mouth tried to move, but could not. His body wouldn't respond to
any request. His hands limp and cut open, he knew he didn't have any fingers
but yet he could feel the pain they left behind.
All he could feel was pain and the fear that this gigantic demon radiated.
**********************
Jack jumped in pure joy, smiled in achievement.
A fourteen digit number was all that was left of the information flood.
Her voice squealing and exighted beyond belief.
Thank you mama*
Her voice sincere and daughterly, filled with joy.
*Ten freaggin´mils, here we come!*
She sprung up.
The code already saved onto the data disk, written on her hand, sprayed
on the wall....just to be 100% sure. one copy might get lost.
*I just gotta tell Riddick ´bout this!*
Her feet running, her heart filled with so much adrenaline that she could
have passed the Olympic standard.
Her caffeine loaded brain demanded a stop.
-Jackass, locate R.B. Riddick.
-Storage room 14.
Too happy to damn herself for running into the wrong direction she ran back.
He'd be so happy.
She was.
They´d leave, maybe steal a ship. five mils would get yah far, specially
in the economically screwed up systems, or the frontiers.
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-Jack is within 100 meter radius of "daddy"
Skylar stretched her body, revenge at last.
Macy had already gone and contacted the Johns.
Bleeding delightful revenge.
******************
A sudden burst of light interrupted Riddick´s operation.
*I´ve still got three hours to go, can't be Jack, better not be them checkin'
on me*
A fragile shocked frame stood in the middle of the doors, by instinctively
Riddick gave the fucker a last jab, right through the tender, exposed
heart.
her eyes the very image of a shock, his silvery eyes could barely make her
out because of the light.
-No....
A broken whisper assured him that it was Jack, not Skylar.
Their scent too familiar to really distinct between.
He rose up, knowing that he'd look frightening to her, he did watch out
not to hold the shiv.
She was the one person he didn't want to frighten, worst though, she was
the one who really should be the most frighten of all.
She stood frozen, even as he came close.
Stared at him in a state of shock.
He knew that had he been some one else he would be dead.
But he was Richard B. Riddick, not just someone.
Someone she cared about.
He appreciated that, loved her for that.
*Love*
Ironic, irony, he'd just killed her father, whom she cared about despite
an ugly past.
His googols down, only two inches between them.
one inch.
His hand touching her face, leaving a streak of blood.
-I'm sorry Jack.
Sorry? For hurting her, yes. for killing that bastard, no.
Her body didn't flinch, but her gentle face did, her eyes, the lined by her eyes
as she started to cry desperately all spoke of her pain.
-How could you.
Her voice but a whisper to the darkening sunset of new Mecca.
The outside world took a breath and held it in.
-Oh, yes, how could you Richard.
Skylar´s face right there, Macy by her side. Both of them armed.
Skylar with her gun and knife, Macy just with his bladed staff.
Riddick´s deep voice echoed within the hull.
-It´s too late, your share's dead.
The corners of Skylar´s mouth curved into a smile.
-But, Richard, that's not why we're here, there's a different game going on.
Skylar ran at him with her knife Riddick´s reflexes quick enough to counter
act the attack.
The move meant to get Skylar of her feet was without any result.
-Leave Jack.
The deep demonic voice sent vicious chills down her spine.
Skylar´s attack intense and intense. By far fucking quicker than Riddick
understood, the strength of insanity also aided her in keeping the battle
even.
-Outta the ship NOW!
Her steps slow, backing. The scared little girl started to run.
Ran, ran, ran.
No where to go but she just had to run.
Away.
Hiding, what had happened?
What?
*Riddick told me to run, I did, I ran.*
her furious blood screaming in agony.
*Skylar attacked him..why, she gone crazy again?*
Macy didn't stop her.
*Riddick...he killed dad*
They knew...had they known.
her feet carried her a faraway from the space doc.
Deeper into the city, deeper into despair and danger.
*******************
-You planning on back stabbing us all his time?
Skylar swirled her knife as she took another aim at Riddick.
-Ofcourse.
-Psycho bitch.
His upper body twished as he met a new attacker.
His shirt slashed and he felt the blood seep through the new gap on his back.
No pain.
-I thought we were even
Skylar snorted as Macy attacked again.
-What you did can't be made even.
The weaponless Riddick had now a harder time to fend the two of them off.
He'd have to get through Skylar to end it, kill her, then Macy.
Light steps circled him.
-You ain´t goin´on "eye for an eye", changing your style?
The coming attack inflicted a wound on his abdomen, not as serious as it
bleed.
-We're going by our style, life for a life.
His leg throwing Skylar off for a critical moment.
-We are Richard.
Skylar´s now bleeding face looked at him with such humanity and pain.
this wasn't the psycho acting.
-The explosion. Our kid was in there, she was only one YOU FUCKER.
At those spoken words the fight became malicious and wordless.
Blood, death lying in the spoiled air. The perfect lack of mercy giving
brutality it´s true reputation.
All mental pain burst out into it´s physical partner.
Time, meaning less, only measured in bruises and blood.
Skylar sitting on top of him, Macy´s blade by his neck.
No escape.
-I don't give a fuck about myself Riddick, but you've hurt my FAMILY and
that I can not forgive.
They shared that opinion.
-And we're not the only ones, there's a doctor Jennifer Fry who want's her
daughter's murderer to pay, Richard B. Riddick.
The world went blank. Riddick couldn't see, feel or hear.
He was a ware that his body was moving again, fresh blood on his hands.
But it all faded away, into a blissful nightmare.
*****************
*So cold...where's the data disk?*
-fuck!
Her trembling voice screeching across the deserted streets.
The sun had set and now it was freezing.
Her mind blurred by her tears, but despair that she knew
she'd have to go back to the ship.
Or should she?
Riddick had killed her father, Skylar and Macy had attacked Riddick.
*But I can't leave Riddick there, if they hurt him..i can't loose him too*
Nausea reclaimed her body, she leaned towards a wall and threw up.
Why to give a fuck?
A hand on her back, viciously she turned around.
A chubby man looked back, dressed in a black leather jacket.
Jack identified him as a drug dealer.
-You look like you need some cheering up.
His voice thick with some sort of an accent.
-What have you got.
He smiled, he had the answer upon his lips.
-coke, adrenaline, acid, spit, you mention it, I've got it.
Her mind reacted, something within decided to take control.
-No thanks, you haven't got what I want
His expression still toying with the idea of selling some shit.
-What d´you use darling?
Darling. She didn't want to hear that word ever again. Never.
Her mind crept over all the drugs she'd done, one of them was particularly
hard to get.
-Pure dopamine C, 3 mg.
He smiled wickedly, he drew something from his coat.
-I told you darling, I've got anything you want.
Jack got ready to walk away, her shoes clicking on the street.
-forget it, I don't have the money.
-There are other ways you can pay.
At that she was determined to walk away. She didn't want to do that, she'd
never gone that deep and she wanted to resurface from the drug addiction.
her body did want it, the drugs.
-Hey!
He grabbed her shoulder forcefully. This time Jack reacted.
She hit him straight on the nose and before he even staggered she'd punched
the broken nose none straight into his brain with her flat palm.
The drug dealer tumbled down dead.
A certain coldness slept in her eyes.
The first man she'd killed.
She felt nothing.
Her back turned to the scene of crime as she started to walk away.
A painful feeling started slowly to fester within her.