pitch black
chapter 18
seperation of hearts
Shane rolled the orange bouncing ball in his hand. he'd just gotten the sign.
After weeks of only watching those assholes they'd finally get to do
something.
And to catch Riddick, alive.
he smiled. Billy had failed, and Billy was dead. Riddick would pay for that.
A small thought clashed with his present ones.
*I wonder if he killed all the surviving passengers of Hunter-G?*
The hotel room dull and covered in the complete lack of a personality.
Now they just had to get Riddick.
he was about to call Ty from the bar when his cell went wild.
The one calling wasn't their boss.
This one was someone bigger.
-Shane Johns here.
A female voice replied, a cold office voice.
-Mr. Johns, I'm Allicia Trent from the Olympus I.S.D.C. We have an offer
you might be interested in.
Shane thought for a moment.
Why would a intergalactic ship development company contact him?
**************************
Where?
Here.
How?
??
Jack's eyes opened slowly, her headache bursting through her brain.
A familiar face close.
A sharp breath.
-Relax child.
That comforting voice.
-Iman?
The image her eyes consumed became clear. Yes, it was Iman, just a few years
older. dear Iman.
Jack flung her arms around him, crying out of joy.
At least there was one person she knew who wasn't totally fucked.
-Oh, god, Iman..i´m sorry, I...
Her violent sobs cringing in her body, choking her voice.
-How did I get here? I can't remember.
His hand assured her gently by squeezing her bruised hand.
-You knocked on my doors, child, late last night.
She now noticed that she wasn't wearing her clothes, but a simplistic rope.
-Sorry, I can't remember.
He hugged her in comfort.
-rest now, we have a lot to catch up on.
The deepest of sighs trespassed her lips.
*more than you want to know holy man*
Jack leaned her eyes back on worry. Where could Riddick be?
**********************
Bloody. Filthy and tired. How he'd gotten there he didn't know.
he did remember clearly not killing neither Macy or Skylar.
Fight or flight.
he'd chosen flight.
The rest remained an uncanny blur. The last clear memory was of him
telling Jack to run off.
Riddick staggered on, hoping that Jack´d been a smart girl and tried
to find Iman.
*She knows that I´ll go there, perhaps it'll be the last place she'll be*
Some anger resurfaced. Now the animal side of him slept happily, after
having killed that freak.
his more human counterpart insisted that it was an inhuman and unforgivable
crime to kill her father.
*A man that molested her*
It was a puzzle to him, why did she even wish him to say alive?
She had asked him NOT to kill the fucker, yet, he'd done so.
More thoughts of irony trespassed him as he walked in search for Iman´s
apartment.
*************************
The ship hummed gently as they floated in space.
Riddick and Jack´d been left behind on the planet, along with the Johns.
The known feeling of guilt raced through her system.
The plan had almost worked, just a small glitch. The big parts were all in
place. Riddick on the run again, this time with two obsessive compulsive
Johns on his ass. She and Macy had the cash and soon Jackleen would rest
in peace.
Just one thing had gone wrong.
Jack had gone with Riddick. Or done as Riddick had commanded her.
Revenge, she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion. For years they'd been planning
on revenge, ever since he'd taken Jackleen´s soul away.
The girl wouldn't die, not until her murderer get what he deserved.
But meeting Jack again had changed everything, the girl actually had
positive feelings towards the bastard.
*How brilliant we thought we were, when we though she could learn to
hate him*
Her head leaning back. What had they gotten? Riddick wasn't the same
fucker he used to be. Shouldn't that count for something?
Should they stain Jackleen´s memory that way? Was the favor to Doc worth
all this shit?
All about revenge. How ignorant.
Revenge
*I gotta get myself outta this mess. Macy´s right, why do I stall killing
the mother fucking bastard? Damn you Richard, is our soul spreading through
me like a virus? Who ever fucking gave you the notion of redemption oughta
be ripped apart.*
A heavy looks stained her face with concern. Indeed it would have been easier
to X Richard out if he still was the ruthless brute she'd known.
The same brute who'd fucked her family up.
Jackleen.
Shivers ran up her spine, the gun hanging in her hand as she cradled in the
pilot seat.
Now Jack hated her. Truly hated her. Before it had just been fear.
They'd even made progress, the fear had faded and left her love to live.
But now, now it was hate.
The terrible thing was that now that Jack knew more than
just half of the truth she could still hate her older sister.
A sister who loved her very much....more than her own life, her own body.
A strong hand lay on her shoulder, incredibly gentle.
Macy knelt before his dearest heart, feeling precisely the same pain
as Skylar.
They sunk together, wondering how to do this, how to cope with what they'd
gotten them selves into.
-We could call Mrs. Fry and drop the mission....forgive the bastard...
Skylar´s heart cracked.
For the first time since her mother had smashed her sanity out of being
Skylar felt almost sane.
By god it hurt. So much. SO terribly much.
Violent tears left her eyes.
-There's no backing outta this Damien.
Her head cradled by his neck.
-It´s all too late, the Johns won't stop and we owe the Doc.
Macy´s hands ran gently through the soft hair, a movement trying to soothe
his wife, the thing that kept him alive, but too soon, would fade out of
his existence.
A sudden flare of thought crossed his injured mind. Wandering away from
the thought of his daughter to the daughter of another.
-They crashed...didn't they.
Skylar´s eyes lit up with precisely the same knowledge.
-It was always a speculation whether Riddick had killed them all
Skylar sat up, ready to talk the plan through with her dearest psycho
husband. Indeed, if Carolyn Fry had been anything like her mother she'd
have treated Riddick as a human, probably made friends with the ass one
way or the other.
At first they thought that Riddick had probably killed her when she'd reached
a certain mental closeness to him.
But Riddick had survived, so had Jack and Iman.
Skylar begun to smile. Maybe all of this shit could be solved.
They just had to make Jennifer Fry feel real bad.
Really really bad.
*********************
The night lay over New Mecca once again. Jack lay shaking in the sofa.
Iman had offered her his bed but she'd denied.
Sleep wouldn't visit her this forsaken night.
Too much to think about and wonder about.
*Riddick killed my father, my father molested me and Skylar, Skylar tried
to set up Riddick and Riddick killed my father*
Circular thought spun around like thousand broken porcelain dolls.
Her body shaking, freezing and cold sweating.
Withdrawals.
Three blankets wrapped around her but it couldn't warm up her torn heart.
A sound in the dark attacked her senses, carefully she watched out not to move.
Her eyes closed, pretended to sleep.
A familiar scent close and soon a calm breath on her neck.
Fear stuffing her system up with potential sudden moves.
A great amount of self control kept her away from jerking when he touched
her ever so gently, like he did most of the time.
His hand on her cheek, his thumb moving softly caressing her skin.
his deep voice almost came as a shock to the frighten girl.
It'd been years since she'd actually been afraid of him.
-I'm sorry darlin´ i just couldn't let him hurt you anymore.
There was little regret in his voice, but defiantly warmth.
Warm like his breath, like his skin and touch. Yet all of this made Jack
feel cold and frozen.
*I used to be in love with him? Didn't I*
She felt as if now there was nothing but the frozen desert of fear and
abandonment.
His lips pressing against hers, she feared that she'd stiffen and he'd sense it.
Her body didn't, it obeyed her completely and in all.
-good night.
She felt his presence fade away. He could be sitting on an opposite chair,
he could have left, Jack didn't dare to open her eyes.
*How will I be able to look at him ever again? he killed my father*
As much as Jack wanted to cry over her confusion she found no tears to shed.
*******************
The morning greeted her coldly. Pain slipped into her head as she tried
to wake up to the world around her.
her eyes dry from the air, despite the slow working AC. Her eyes looked
around, trying to detect some signs of Riddick´s presence.
none was to be found, only the low mumbling voices coming from the kitchen.
Iman and Riddick.
fuck, that was a good proof of his presence, that he was actually there.
Jack lay her head back on the couch, concentrating on the voices.
Iman was upset, so much she could hear, Riddick, as usually, was unreadable.
-The child's ill, she needs help that neither you or me can give her
Mr. Riddick.
*Are they talking about putting me in a home?*
The sudden sound of a chair being spun around or pushed away startled
Jack's concentrated senses.
-She's not going to a fucking asylum holy man, it'll only fucker her up
permanently.
The girlie folded her hands and chuckled to herself.
*That´s your job Riddick, to fuck me permanently over*
-She's in pain, a pain that I fear you have partically caused.
Silence, exhausting silence sparkled in the air, begging for some release
through the violent tongues of men.
But only a low, monotone reply came.
-I know, but she's all I have.
Silence screaming through Jack's head.
*Excuse me, I'm someone's property now? Yeah, fuck you to Riddick*
Her body noting some uncomfort in her akward position, yet she ignored it.
How could she let a chance to know what the two most important men in her
life through of her?
-If you care for her so much Mr. Riddick, then perhaps you should let her go.
She heard Riddick running his hand over his scalp. He did that so often when
he needed to make tough decisions.
*Couple of years ago you couldn't wait to get rid of you, what am I now,
a fucking extension to your body*
-She's gonna need a lot of help, there are things I never even suspected about
her. I've got a problem handling her Iman.
His last sentence empathized, Jack smiled, happy.
*So I was atleast something to you, then how come you killed my dad?
How come you want to kill Skylar and Macy? Am I next? Eh, Riddick?*
-I am aware that she's got some rather unpleasant habits.
-Its more than that holy man.
*Oh, here it comes, the drama scene itself, sappy music please!*
-I met her family couple of weeks ago. Fucked up little bastard.
Menskis. Skylar Menski and Damien Macy, heard of them? The Bonny and Clyde
of this millennia.
A shocking silence came from Iman. A shock produced out of the fact that Jack
had kept such a truth away from him? Or was it more important to know
that her family was a sheep flock of psychos.
-An´ there's more. We got her old man outta jail. Turn's out that he
was fucking his daughters when they were little....Jack didn't
want me to ghost his ass.
Jack felt like laughing at Riddick´s confession.
*You say you don't like God much, then why do you confess to a holy dude?*
-Dear Allah, has the girl forgiven you?
The shock in Iman´s voice spoke of the faith he had in forgiveness and
in the love he had for his god.
An atheist like reply carried from Riddick´s racially mixed lips.
-Don't think she will.
*Don´t think I will*
Riddick´s voice then making a final comment.
-She'll stay with you then.
Jack could just imagine Iman nodding his head in a reply.
Instinct and anger took over when she heard Riddick getting ready to leave.
*Just gonna dump the problem? Are you*
She stood up early enough to face Riddick just before he opened the doors.
her face frozen and cold, colder than it had ever been before.
She only had a single thing to tell him.
-Hurt them and I'm gone.
Her jaws clenched after that single line. The look on Riddick´s face
that of something unspeakably inhuman.
He'd hunt them down.
-Can't promise.
The doors closed, more than just a single door to Iman´s apartment.
Doors too Jack's heart sealed closed.
No way she'd let Riddick back in.
he'd hurt them.
She knew that.
He'd hurt them.
*************************
Blood dripped slowly down Jack´s lips.
She´d been living with Iman for about amonth now. The holy man had
constantly been trying to break through herhard shell, with out success.
Riddick´d call once or twice, both times Jack had replied percisely the
same way. A simple non sexual fuck you told him to go to hell.
She hadn´t touched drugs or booze, probably because she didn´t go out much.
Specially after that report on the dead drug dealer.
She´d just decided that she didn´t need Riddick at all. She didn´t need him
to quit the drugs or to leave the black sambuka alone.
She did let Iman help her with those issues.
At times meditating did help, going to the gym and kicking ass helped.
She almost lived there now.
Still she slept on the couch, not letting Iman give his bed up.
But she wouldn´t let him closer than he was, her heart had frozen in time
and place when she´d seen Riddick, holding that shiv, cutting her father´s
throat.
Staring at herself, at the blood in the mirror. Another nose bleed.
Too fucking common now on these days. If she stood up to fast, nose bleed,
if she drank or ate too fast, nose bleed, heck, if she breathed, nose bleed.
Constant state of nausea and headaches. Iman was worried about her
condition. She just made him belive that it were withdrawls.
Withdawls that made her lock herself in the bathroom when ever she felt
the need for drugs wash over her body.
The amount of self control it took was unbelivable. It did help though that
the bathroom didn´t have an AC, and Iman didn´t even have painkillers.
Blood dripping onto the white tiles, blood flowers blooming beneath her feet.
splatters, decorating her surroundings.
*He killed my dad because my dad molested me. It´s Riddick*
For a moment she wished that she´d gone with him, even if it hadn´t been
left up to her. Nope, her life had been decided by Riddick and Iman.
Despire her eighteen years of age they´d taken control.
*I´m not fourteen, i don´t look or act fourteen anymore. I´m not the bloody
idiot i used to be. fuck, all this mess because i wanted to see find Skylar
and the stupid little me thought that maybe Riddick would know where she´d go*
With the back of her hand she wiped the fresh crimson liquid of her face.
Splashing cold water onto her sweaty face.
Yhe girlie just hoped that Skylar and Riddick wouldn´t run into each other.
***********************
-Any news on Riddick?
Macy´s voice almost tired from the constant travelling.
-he´s still roaming around, one step a head of us.
Since that breakout about a month and a half ago Macy had used the Johns
not just to trying to catch Riddick but for them to stay out of the
bastards way.
They needed him far away enough for them to get Jack. Macy´s thoughts
spun around a girl who was on the borderline of being like a daughter
to him.
*I don´t know if she´ll want to come with us*
He smiled wickedly, the touch of revenge flowing through his vains.
He knew that Skylar didn´t want Jack hurt, but a part of her did
want to revenge Jackleen.
At first, they´d gone to the doc, gonna try to leave this whole mess,
but the sight of their daughter hooked up to all those machines had quickly
changed their mind.
The doc did have some good tactics when it came to turning the minds of
people.
Skylar slept in bed, after having spent last night on duty. This ship
really did need maintenance, this wonderful ship that kept them
upgraded on every single news link that regarded riddick or anything
that might have the slightest thing to do with them or Jack.
A wonderful AI system.
He did wonder for what purpose it´d been created. Most probably for mercs,
unfinished, unrefined, but well beyond good.
The ship actually detected space/time lapses, avoiding the nasty ones,
fucking the good ones so it´d send the passengers into next two weeks
a head of schedule.
He smiled once and again.
They´d get Jack soon.
Only a day´s distance from New Mecca.
****************
Ty lay in bed, he´d just went out, for a little fun, gone to the bar, found
a little pixie and fucked her brains out.
God, he loved the way they screamed.
Shane was mixing his paths with some company again. The dude was almost always
scheming. Just like Billy. Stupid Billy who´d gone and tried to catch
Riddick all on his own. Well, now the rest of the Johns would finish the job.
Really finish the job. The money they´d get for the bastard would
be maximum and the price that ship development something company had
put on that new model of theirs, let´s just say that they wouldn´t
have to lift a little finger ever again .
A small bouncing ball jumped of the wall, an orange one. Shane playing with
that stupid ball again. he´d taken it from some kid he´d killed couple
of weeks ago.
Ty wondered at times about his brother. He knew very well that Shane was
the smarter one, the brooding one. The boy didn´t know how to have fun.
A little booze there, a little heroine here and a creaming girl under him.
They´d done it once. Once he´d dragged hid brother with him out to have fun,
along with other fellow mercs.
Man, he hadn´t had a clue that Shane could be this vicious.
After too many drinks and too much dope Shane had become something that
the word monster wouldn´t begin to describe.
They´d found a girl, Shane had gotten that gleam in his eyes.
Something he´d never seen before, not even in Billy.
A very pretty girl, sixteen or seventeen, innocent, big brown eyes, combat
boots and a pretty dress reaching down to her knees.
When they´d finished with her she´d had her dress to her hips while
she bleed between the feet.
He still remembered her eyes. Ty rarely remembered anything about the girls
he toied with. But there was something very different about that one.
That look in her eyes, so odd.
Almost as if the girl knew somothing, as of she were superior to them in some
odd manner.
That hadn´t lasted for long though.
They´d stolen it, torn it out of her innocent soul and butcherd it.
That was the sort of fun he liked.
Ty kept on watching the orange bounching ball, wondering how in hell they
were gonna catch Riddick?
The boss should have a clue, or that boyfriend of hers.
Well, soon enough they´d find out. They were gonna meet the maniacs in
person.
Ty couldn´t wait to see what sort of psycho´s would actually go after
Riddick, excluding him and Shane.
chapter 18
seperation of hearts
Shane rolled the orange bouncing ball in his hand. he'd just gotten the sign.
After weeks of only watching those assholes they'd finally get to do
something.
And to catch Riddick, alive.
he smiled. Billy had failed, and Billy was dead. Riddick would pay for that.
A small thought clashed with his present ones.
*I wonder if he killed all the surviving passengers of Hunter-G?*
The hotel room dull and covered in the complete lack of a personality.
Now they just had to get Riddick.
he was about to call Ty from the bar when his cell went wild.
The one calling wasn't their boss.
This one was someone bigger.
-Shane Johns here.
A female voice replied, a cold office voice.
-Mr. Johns, I'm Allicia Trent from the Olympus I.S.D.C. We have an offer
you might be interested in.
Shane thought for a moment.
Why would a intergalactic ship development company contact him?
**************************
Where?
Here.
How?
??
Jack's eyes opened slowly, her headache bursting through her brain.
A familiar face close.
A sharp breath.
-Relax child.
That comforting voice.
-Iman?
The image her eyes consumed became clear. Yes, it was Iman, just a few years
older. dear Iman.
Jack flung her arms around him, crying out of joy.
At least there was one person she knew who wasn't totally fucked.
-Oh, god, Iman..i´m sorry, I...
Her violent sobs cringing in her body, choking her voice.
-How did I get here? I can't remember.
His hand assured her gently by squeezing her bruised hand.
-You knocked on my doors, child, late last night.
She now noticed that she wasn't wearing her clothes, but a simplistic rope.
-Sorry, I can't remember.
He hugged her in comfort.
-rest now, we have a lot to catch up on.
The deepest of sighs trespassed her lips.
*more than you want to know holy man*
Jack leaned her eyes back on worry. Where could Riddick be?
**********************
Bloody. Filthy and tired. How he'd gotten there he didn't know.
he did remember clearly not killing neither Macy or Skylar.
Fight or flight.
he'd chosen flight.
The rest remained an uncanny blur. The last clear memory was of him
telling Jack to run off.
Riddick staggered on, hoping that Jack´d been a smart girl and tried
to find Iman.
*She knows that I´ll go there, perhaps it'll be the last place she'll be*
Some anger resurfaced. Now the animal side of him slept happily, after
having killed that freak.
his more human counterpart insisted that it was an inhuman and unforgivable
crime to kill her father.
*A man that molested her*
It was a puzzle to him, why did she even wish him to say alive?
She had asked him NOT to kill the fucker, yet, he'd done so.
More thoughts of irony trespassed him as he walked in search for Iman´s
apartment.
*************************
The ship hummed gently as they floated in space.
Riddick and Jack´d been left behind on the planet, along with the Johns.
The known feeling of guilt raced through her system.
The plan had almost worked, just a small glitch. The big parts were all in
place. Riddick on the run again, this time with two obsessive compulsive
Johns on his ass. She and Macy had the cash and soon Jackleen would rest
in peace.
Just one thing had gone wrong.
Jack had gone with Riddick. Or done as Riddick had commanded her.
Revenge, she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion. For years they'd been planning
on revenge, ever since he'd taken Jackleen´s soul away.
The girl wouldn't die, not until her murderer get what he deserved.
But meeting Jack again had changed everything, the girl actually had
positive feelings towards the bastard.
*How brilliant we thought we were, when we though she could learn to
hate him*
Her head leaning back. What had they gotten? Riddick wasn't the same
fucker he used to be. Shouldn't that count for something?
Should they stain Jackleen´s memory that way? Was the favor to Doc worth
all this shit?
All about revenge. How ignorant.
Revenge
*I gotta get myself outta this mess. Macy´s right, why do I stall killing
the mother fucking bastard? Damn you Richard, is our soul spreading through
me like a virus? Who ever fucking gave you the notion of redemption oughta
be ripped apart.*
A heavy looks stained her face with concern. Indeed it would have been easier
to X Richard out if he still was the ruthless brute she'd known.
The same brute who'd fucked her family up.
Jackleen.
Shivers ran up her spine, the gun hanging in her hand as she cradled in the
pilot seat.
Now Jack hated her. Truly hated her. Before it had just been fear.
They'd even made progress, the fear had faded and left her love to live.
But now, now it was hate.
The terrible thing was that now that Jack knew more than
just half of the truth she could still hate her older sister.
A sister who loved her very much....more than her own life, her own body.
A strong hand lay on her shoulder, incredibly gentle.
Macy knelt before his dearest heart, feeling precisely the same pain
as Skylar.
They sunk together, wondering how to do this, how to cope with what they'd
gotten them selves into.
-We could call Mrs. Fry and drop the mission....forgive the bastard...
Skylar´s heart cracked.
For the first time since her mother had smashed her sanity out of being
Skylar felt almost sane.
By god it hurt. So much. SO terribly much.
Violent tears left her eyes.
-There's no backing outta this Damien.
Her head cradled by his neck.
-It´s all too late, the Johns won't stop and we owe the Doc.
Macy´s hands ran gently through the soft hair, a movement trying to soothe
his wife, the thing that kept him alive, but too soon, would fade out of
his existence.
A sudden flare of thought crossed his injured mind. Wandering away from
the thought of his daughter to the daughter of another.
-They crashed...didn't they.
Skylar´s eyes lit up with precisely the same knowledge.
-It was always a speculation whether Riddick had killed them all
Skylar sat up, ready to talk the plan through with her dearest psycho
husband. Indeed, if Carolyn Fry had been anything like her mother she'd
have treated Riddick as a human, probably made friends with the ass one
way or the other.
At first they thought that Riddick had probably killed her when she'd reached
a certain mental closeness to him.
But Riddick had survived, so had Jack and Iman.
Skylar begun to smile. Maybe all of this shit could be solved.
They just had to make Jennifer Fry feel real bad.
Really really bad.
*********************
The night lay over New Mecca once again. Jack lay shaking in the sofa.
Iman had offered her his bed but she'd denied.
Sleep wouldn't visit her this forsaken night.
Too much to think about and wonder about.
*Riddick killed my father, my father molested me and Skylar, Skylar tried
to set up Riddick and Riddick killed my father*
Circular thought spun around like thousand broken porcelain dolls.
Her body shaking, freezing and cold sweating.
Withdrawals.
Three blankets wrapped around her but it couldn't warm up her torn heart.
A sound in the dark attacked her senses, carefully she watched out not to move.
Her eyes closed, pretended to sleep.
A familiar scent close and soon a calm breath on her neck.
Fear stuffing her system up with potential sudden moves.
A great amount of self control kept her away from jerking when he touched
her ever so gently, like he did most of the time.
His hand on her cheek, his thumb moving softly caressing her skin.
his deep voice almost came as a shock to the frighten girl.
It'd been years since she'd actually been afraid of him.
-I'm sorry darlin´ i just couldn't let him hurt you anymore.
There was little regret in his voice, but defiantly warmth.
Warm like his breath, like his skin and touch. Yet all of this made Jack
feel cold and frozen.
*I used to be in love with him? Didn't I*
She felt as if now there was nothing but the frozen desert of fear and
abandonment.
His lips pressing against hers, she feared that she'd stiffen and he'd sense it.
Her body didn't, it obeyed her completely and in all.
-good night.
She felt his presence fade away. He could be sitting on an opposite chair,
he could have left, Jack didn't dare to open her eyes.
*How will I be able to look at him ever again? he killed my father*
As much as Jack wanted to cry over her confusion she found no tears to shed.
*******************
The morning greeted her coldly. Pain slipped into her head as she tried
to wake up to the world around her.
her eyes dry from the air, despite the slow working AC. Her eyes looked
around, trying to detect some signs of Riddick´s presence.
none was to be found, only the low mumbling voices coming from the kitchen.
Iman and Riddick.
fuck, that was a good proof of his presence, that he was actually there.
Jack lay her head back on the couch, concentrating on the voices.
Iman was upset, so much she could hear, Riddick, as usually, was unreadable.
-The child's ill, she needs help that neither you or me can give her
Mr. Riddick.
*Are they talking about putting me in a home?*
The sudden sound of a chair being spun around or pushed away startled
Jack's concentrated senses.
-She's not going to a fucking asylum holy man, it'll only fucker her up
permanently.
The girlie folded her hands and chuckled to herself.
*That´s your job Riddick, to fuck me permanently over*
-She's in pain, a pain that I fear you have partically caused.
Silence, exhausting silence sparkled in the air, begging for some release
through the violent tongues of men.
But only a low, monotone reply came.
-I know, but she's all I have.
Silence screaming through Jack's head.
*Excuse me, I'm someone's property now? Yeah, fuck you to Riddick*
Her body noting some uncomfort in her akward position, yet she ignored it.
How could she let a chance to know what the two most important men in her
life through of her?
-If you care for her so much Mr. Riddick, then perhaps you should let her go.
She heard Riddick running his hand over his scalp. He did that so often when
he needed to make tough decisions.
*Couple of years ago you couldn't wait to get rid of you, what am I now,
a fucking extension to your body*
-She's gonna need a lot of help, there are things I never even suspected about
her. I've got a problem handling her Iman.
His last sentence empathized, Jack smiled, happy.
*So I was atleast something to you, then how come you killed my dad?
How come you want to kill Skylar and Macy? Am I next? Eh, Riddick?*
-I am aware that she's got some rather unpleasant habits.
-Its more than that holy man.
*Oh, here it comes, the drama scene itself, sappy music please!*
-I met her family couple of weeks ago. Fucked up little bastard.
Menskis. Skylar Menski and Damien Macy, heard of them? The Bonny and Clyde
of this millennia.
A shocking silence came from Iman. A shock produced out of the fact that Jack
had kept such a truth away from him? Or was it more important to know
that her family was a sheep flock of psychos.
-An´ there's more. We got her old man outta jail. Turn's out that he
was fucking his daughters when they were little....Jack didn't
want me to ghost his ass.
Jack felt like laughing at Riddick´s confession.
*You say you don't like God much, then why do you confess to a holy dude?*
-Dear Allah, has the girl forgiven you?
The shock in Iman´s voice spoke of the faith he had in forgiveness and
in the love he had for his god.
An atheist like reply carried from Riddick´s racially mixed lips.
-Don't think she will.
*Don´t think I will*
Riddick´s voice then making a final comment.
-She'll stay with you then.
Jack could just imagine Iman nodding his head in a reply.
Instinct and anger took over when she heard Riddick getting ready to leave.
*Just gonna dump the problem? Are you*
She stood up early enough to face Riddick just before he opened the doors.
her face frozen and cold, colder than it had ever been before.
She only had a single thing to tell him.
-Hurt them and I'm gone.
Her jaws clenched after that single line. The look on Riddick´s face
that of something unspeakably inhuman.
He'd hunt them down.
-Can't promise.
The doors closed, more than just a single door to Iman´s apartment.
Doors too Jack's heart sealed closed.
No way she'd let Riddick back in.
he'd hurt them.
She knew that.
He'd hurt them.
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Blood dripped slowly down Jack´s lips.
She´d been living with Iman for about amonth now. The holy man had
constantly been trying to break through herhard shell, with out success.
Riddick´d call once or twice, both times Jack had replied percisely the
same way. A simple non sexual fuck you told him to go to hell.
She hadn´t touched drugs or booze, probably because she didn´t go out much.
Specially after that report on the dead drug dealer.
She´d just decided that she didn´t need Riddick at all. She didn´t need him
to quit the drugs or to leave the black sambuka alone.
She did let Iman help her with those issues.
At times meditating did help, going to the gym and kicking ass helped.
She almost lived there now.
Still she slept on the couch, not letting Iman give his bed up.
But she wouldn´t let him closer than he was, her heart had frozen in time
and place when she´d seen Riddick, holding that shiv, cutting her father´s
throat.
Staring at herself, at the blood in the mirror. Another nose bleed.
Too fucking common now on these days. If she stood up to fast, nose bleed,
if she drank or ate too fast, nose bleed, heck, if she breathed, nose bleed.
Constant state of nausea and headaches. Iman was worried about her
condition. She just made him belive that it were withdrawls.
Withdawls that made her lock herself in the bathroom when ever she felt
the need for drugs wash over her body.
The amount of self control it took was unbelivable. It did help though that
the bathroom didn´t have an AC, and Iman didn´t even have painkillers.
Blood dripping onto the white tiles, blood flowers blooming beneath her feet.
splatters, decorating her surroundings.
*He killed my dad because my dad molested me. It´s Riddick*
For a moment she wished that she´d gone with him, even if it hadn´t been
left up to her. Nope, her life had been decided by Riddick and Iman.
Despire her eighteen years of age they´d taken control.
*I´m not fourteen, i don´t look or act fourteen anymore. I´m not the bloody
idiot i used to be. fuck, all this mess because i wanted to see find Skylar
and the stupid little me thought that maybe Riddick would know where she´d go*
With the back of her hand she wiped the fresh crimson liquid of her face.
Splashing cold water onto her sweaty face.
Yhe girlie just hoped that Skylar and Riddick wouldn´t run into each other.
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-Any news on Riddick?
Macy´s voice almost tired from the constant travelling.
-he´s still roaming around, one step a head of us.
Since that breakout about a month and a half ago Macy had used the Johns
not just to trying to catch Riddick but for them to stay out of the
bastards way.
They needed him far away enough for them to get Jack. Macy´s thoughts
spun around a girl who was on the borderline of being like a daughter
to him.
*I don´t know if she´ll want to come with us*
He smiled wickedly, the touch of revenge flowing through his vains.
He knew that Skylar didn´t want Jack hurt, but a part of her did
want to revenge Jackleen.
At first, they´d gone to the doc, gonna try to leave this whole mess,
but the sight of their daughter hooked up to all those machines had quickly
changed their mind.
The doc did have some good tactics when it came to turning the minds of
people.
Skylar slept in bed, after having spent last night on duty. This ship
really did need maintenance, this wonderful ship that kept them
upgraded on every single news link that regarded riddick or anything
that might have the slightest thing to do with them or Jack.
A wonderful AI system.
He did wonder for what purpose it´d been created. Most probably for mercs,
unfinished, unrefined, but well beyond good.
The ship actually detected space/time lapses, avoiding the nasty ones,
fucking the good ones so it´d send the passengers into next two weeks
a head of schedule.
He smiled once and again.
They´d get Jack soon.
Only a day´s distance from New Mecca.
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Ty lay in bed, he´d just went out, for a little fun, gone to the bar, found
a little pixie and fucked her brains out.
God, he loved the way they screamed.
Shane was mixing his paths with some company again. The dude was almost always
scheming. Just like Billy. Stupid Billy who´d gone and tried to catch
Riddick all on his own. Well, now the rest of the Johns would finish the job.
Really finish the job. The money they´d get for the bastard would
be maximum and the price that ship development something company had
put on that new model of theirs, let´s just say that they wouldn´t
have to lift a little finger ever again .
A small bouncing ball jumped of the wall, an orange one. Shane playing with
that stupid ball again. he´d taken it from some kid he´d killed couple
of weeks ago.
Ty wondered at times about his brother. He knew very well that Shane was
the smarter one, the brooding one. The boy didn´t know how to have fun.
A little booze there, a little heroine here and a creaming girl under him.
They´d done it once. Once he´d dragged hid brother with him out to have fun,
along with other fellow mercs.
Man, he hadn´t had a clue that Shane could be this vicious.
After too many drinks and too much dope Shane had become something that
the word monster wouldn´t begin to describe.
They´d found a girl, Shane had gotten that gleam in his eyes.
Something he´d never seen before, not even in Billy.
A very pretty girl, sixteen or seventeen, innocent, big brown eyes, combat
boots and a pretty dress reaching down to her knees.
When they´d finished with her she´d had her dress to her hips while
she bleed between the feet.
He still remembered her eyes. Ty rarely remembered anything about the girls
he toied with. But there was something very different about that one.
That look in her eyes, so odd.
Almost as if the girl knew somothing, as of she were superior to them in some
odd manner.
That hadn´t lasted for long though.
They´d stolen it, torn it out of her innocent soul and butcherd it.
That was the sort of fun he liked.
Ty kept on watching the orange bounching ball, wondering how in hell they
were gonna catch Riddick?
The boss should have a clue, or that boyfriend of hers.
Well, soon enough they´d find out. They were gonna meet the maniacs in
person.
Ty couldn´t wait to see what sort of psycho´s would actually go after
Riddick, excluding him and Shane.