pitch black
chapter 21
FAILURE
Jack's mind shook as she picked up the closest phone.
Calling Iman´s number, waiting for him to answer.
even waiting for Riddick to answer.
*I´m not afraid of him, am I*
Trembling she waited for an answer.
It rang...
rang...
rang...
Stopped ringing.
Before anyone could even reply Jack's jumped at the first sound that
could be made from a human.
-Iman?
Her wayward voice whispered quietly.
-Jack, dear child, where are you?
She burst out into dry tears.
-Oh God Iman, Skylar she's....
Iman hushed her down. The harshness and the urgency of his voice quite so
unusual for this gentle man.
-Listen to me child, I'm afraid I've done something very unwise.
Jack froze in her steps, a suspicion calling into her as she realized
a truth. Even before Iman spoke.
-I'm afraid that I have informed Mr. Riddick about your where abouts.
*That feeling in the cooler room*
-He made me believe he was just going to talk to you child. But the way
he looked at me after I told him has given me cause to worry..i´m sor..
*The shade I felt like almost touched me on the ship*
Jack's mind left sorrow behind and the survivor in her burst loose.
-Iman, I love you.
The phone hung down, Iman´s voice still calling out for the girl
who once was Jack.
Running. Riddick already knew where she was.
Now she just had to run away and reach a safe haven.
Too soon she detected another pair of feet running after her.
Fear fueled her.
She'd been through so much that she barely trusted anyone at all.
Specially not those who'd proven to be violent.
Those who'd locked her up in her room when shed gotten drunk.
let her be when she'd been raped.
Thrown her way.
in one word: Riddick.
Her trust had been smashed the moment she'd seen her father's blood on
his hands.
*He´s not a monster*
The thought surprised her.
The thought made her slow down.
*he´s not a monster*
made her stop completely and wait for the stranger heading towards her.
********************************************
Jack cried violently as she pulled the shiv out of her thigh.
Tears of all sorts of pain.
He'd really gone psycho on her.
He'd looked pretty damn normal to her at first, but when he'd gotten closer...
She'd tried to talk to him but it was as if his mind were oblivious to that.
He talked of betrayal.
Talked about seeing her with the Johns.
It drove him crazy.
Worst of all, the same calamity had been over all of it.
Until he'd decided to strike.
Holding the tears inside she wrapped some bandages around her thigh.
Damn this hurt.
he'd aimed for her stomach, knowing that it would injure her more.
She'd reacted with complete logic.
Kicked her leg up so it hit her thigh.
Then knocked him out. Amazing that she'd managed to do it.
Had his logic disappeared along with his humanity?
She'd reacted so quickly after the knife had thrust into her body.
The kick had almost been in the same move as she'd used to protect her
stomach.
Kicked him in the head.
She hadn't waited to see if she'd killed him or not.
A part of her felt terrible as she sat in the dump amongst other beggars.
She'd hurt him.
He had an excuse, he was a borderline psycho and a sociopath.
she didn't.
Reluctantly she could now admit that she wouldn't go crazy like mom and
Skylar.
She was fully and completely sane.
And that made all of it hurt even worse.
Jack leaned her eyes back.
She'd have to find a way out of this.
Somehow, on her own.
Preferably get Riddick out of this trance of insanity. Or perhaps she
wanted to keep him this way? Perhaps she wanted a reason to hate him
for all that he'd caused, for destroying her entire family.
her heart kept on beating although it was crushed.
*******************************************
Days had passed, she didn't really know how many, but most defiantly a few.
Perhaps a week or two. Jack really didn't give a shit.
She'd checked the cash in the account Skylar had set up.
Still ten mils there.
She'd taken a great amount out, but it was within five percent of
the total amount.
It'd do, just a few more days and Riddick wouldn't be all to eager to look
at the space flights.
Jack planned on going to one of the more legally strict places.
Somewhere tidy where Riddick wouldn't be able to set a foot without
being detected.
The Mars colony sounded like a good place to her. close enough to earth
but far away as well.
Anxiety settled deep into her guts once again.
her stomach´d been doing all those weird things since Skylar..since...
she couldn't think about it.
*I´ll mourn when I have time*
She put some necessities into a backpack, then giving the mirror a last
glance.
She'd had her hair grown out, it was down to her mid back. Curled as well,
red. Her clothes made her look a little older, and the make up she used
helped to give her the looks of a twenty five year old.
-Marsha William.
A brand new fake Id in her pocket, one of those things she'd made herself.
The knife within her reach, just in case, and a gun at her other leg.
*Please, don't find me*
She closed her eyes as if she were praying, then walked out the motel doors.
******************
Dark, terribly filthy and dark. He didn't notice.
His mind out of control. Some part of him looked human from within.
The part that told him Jack wasn't to blame.
he didn't like that part too much, wanted it to die and burn.
Much like he felt at the moment, a fucking pin cushion for the pricks
of pain.
Metaphorically speaking, ofcourse.
But it hurt, and he wanted to get rid of the pain.
he knew how. It'd hurt her, not him.
The red head with the curls.
-Red really doesn't become you Jack.
The girl turned around, too see a demon, a terrible grin spreading over his
face.
This wasn't Riddick.
This was just some psycho fuck who'd temporarily decided to rent Riddick´s body
for free.
Her eyes looking straight at him.
-Riddick you OK?
*Trying to act casual, real good Jackie girl*
He saw her hands reaching down for something.
-How's your leg?
His voice the usual dead tone.
She bend slightly.
*Poor kid, put your gun to low?*
-It´s all cool, didn't need stitches.
He smiled, they were alone, sure it was broad daylight but in these streets
it really didn't matter.
-Good, coz you're gonna hurt a fuck load more.
The terror on her face enjoyable, the anger in her face familiar.
the expression in over all, expression of disbelief, unbearable.
The pain needed to leave.
Riddick put his hand over her mouth and dragged her to the darkest ally around.
His shiv shining in the sun.
The googols hiding the insanity trait in his pretty silvery eyes.
**********************************
She´d fought him, with everything she´d had.
Until the dark came. Until he had the upper hand of darkness.
Another ally, the same psycho killer and her weak body.
His whispers, she couldn't make them out anymore.
her hands where cut.
So far he'd only sliced her skin, talking to her about how often he'd
wanted to cut her skinny ass.
How he'd restrained himself from killing all those people she loved,
just for her, and then she'd gone and back stabbed him.
Not a good idea.
She felt the blade cut into her forehead.
Going down vertically, diagonally from the middle of her eyes to her lips.
it went straight over.
If only she could scream. He'd gagged her at first, then, when the pain
was too much for her to even scream he'd loosened the tie and let her
whimper all she could.
He talked to her some more.
-Your father whimpered the same way you do, yours is just so much nicer.
Jack wanted to scream at him to stop.
It wasn't just the physical pain.
The pain that this was the man that made her heart race at times,
the guy who knew her better than anyone. The one who comforted her when
she felt like she was going crazy.
All that was left of that man was the mass murderer.
She gave in slowly.
No use.
This was the end. His burning shiv cut into her once again.
Leaving the gutting part to the last.
The knife so close, she could feel the blood rise from her skin as the knife
cut slightly into her very own flesh.
The world faded away with an angry roar from Riddick´s throat.
chapter 21
FAILURE
Jack's mind shook as she picked up the closest phone.
Calling Iman´s number, waiting for him to answer.
even waiting for Riddick to answer.
*I´m not afraid of him, am I*
Trembling she waited for an answer.
It rang...
rang...
rang...
Stopped ringing.
Before anyone could even reply Jack's jumped at the first sound that
could be made from a human.
-Iman?
Her wayward voice whispered quietly.
-Jack, dear child, where are you?
She burst out into dry tears.
-Oh God Iman, Skylar she's....
Iman hushed her down. The harshness and the urgency of his voice quite so
unusual for this gentle man.
-Listen to me child, I'm afraid I've done something very unwise.
Jack froze in her steps, a suspicion calling into her as she realized
a truth. Even before Iman spoke.
-I'm afraid that I have informed Mr. Riddick about your where abouts.
*That feeling in the cooler room*
-He made me believe he was just going to talk to you child. But the way
he looked at me after I told him has given me cause to worry..i´m sor..
*The shade I felt like almost touched me on the ship*
Jack's mind left sorrow behind and the survivor in her burst loose.
-Iman, I love you.
The phone hung down, Iman´s voice still calling out for the girl
who once was Jack.
Running. Riddick already knew where she was.
Now she just had to run away and reach a safe haven.
Too soon she detected another pair of feet running after her.
Fear fueled her.
She'd been through so much that she barely trusted anyone at all.
Specially not those who'd proven to be violent.
Those who'd locked her up in her room when shed gotten drunk.
let her be when she'd been raped.
Thrown her way.
in one word: Riddick.
Her trust had been smashed the moment she'd seen her father's blood on
his hands.
*He´s not a monster*
The thought surprised her.
The thought made her slow down.
*he´s not a monster*
made her stop completely and wait for the stranger heading towards her.
********************************************
Jack cried violently as she pulled the shiv out of her thigh.
Tears of all sorts of pain.
He'd really gone psycho on her.
He'd looked pretty damn normal to her at first, but when he'd gotten closer...
She'd tried to talk to him but it was as if his mind were oblivious to that.
He talked of betrayal.
Talked about seeing her with the Johns.
It drove him crazy.
Worst of all, the same calamity had been over all of it.
Until he'd decided to strike.
Holding the tears inside she wrapped some bandages around her thigh.
Damn this hurt.
he'd aimed for her stomach, knowing that it would injure her more.
She'd reacted with complete logic.
Kicked her leg up so it hit her thigh.
Then knocked him out. Amazing that she'd managed to do it.
Had his logic disappeared along with his humanity?
She'd reacted so quickly after the knife had thrust into her body.
The kick had almost been in the same move as she'd used to protect her
stomach.
Kicked him in the head.
She hadn't waited to see if she'd killed him or not.
A part of her felt terrible as she sat in the dump amongst other beggars.
She'd hurt him.
He had an excuse, he was a borderline psycho and a sociopath.
she didn't.
Reluctantly she could now admit that she wouldn't go crazy like mom and
Skylar.
She was fully and completely sane.
And that made all of it hurt even worse.
Jack leaned her eyes back.
She'd have to find a way out of this.
Somehow, on her own.
Preferably get Riddick out of this trance of insanity. Or perhaps she
wanted to keep him this way? Perhaps she wanted a reason to hate him
for all that he'd caused, for destroying her entire family.
her heart kept on beating although it was crushed.
*******************************************
Days had passed, she didn't really know how many, but most defiantly a few.
Perhaps a week or two. Jack really didn't give a shit.
She'd checked the cash in the account Skylar had set up.
Still ten mils there.
She'd taken a great amount out, but it was within five percent of
the total amount.
It'd do, just a few more days and Riddick wouldn't be all to eager to look
at the space flights.
Jack planned on going to one of the more legally strict places.
Somewhere tidy where Riddick wouldn't be able to set a foot without
being detected.
The Mars colony sounded like a good place to her. close enough to earth
but far away as well.
Anxiety settled deep into her guts once again.
her stomach´d been doing all those weird things since Skylar..since...
she couldn't think about it.
*I´ll mourn when I have time*
She put some necessities into a backpack, then giving the mirror a last
glance.
She'd had her hair grown out, it was down to her mid back. Curled as well,
red. Her clothes made her look a little older, and the make up she used
helped to give her the looks of a twenty five year old.
-Marsha William.
A brand new fake Id in her pocket, one of those things she'd made herself.
The knife within her reach, just in case, and a gun at her other leg.
*Please, don't find me*
She closed her eyes as if she were praying, then walked out the motel doors.
******************
Dark, terribly filthy and dark. He didn't notice.
His mind out of control. Some part of him looked human from within.
The part that told him Jack wasn't to blame.
he didn't like that part too much, wanted it to die and burn.
Much like he felt at the moment, a fucking pin cushion for the pricks
of pain.
Metaphorically speaking, ofcourse.
But it hurt, and he wanted to get rid of the pain.
he knew how. It'd hurt her, not him.
The red head with the curls.
-Red really doesn't become you Jack.
The girl turned around, too see a demon, a terrible grin spreading over his
face.
This wasn't Riddick.
This was just some psycho fuck who'd temporarily decided to rent Riddick´s body
for free.
Her eyes looking straight at him.
-Riddick you OK?
*Trying to act casual, real good Jackie girl*
He saw her hands reaching down for something.
-How's your leg?
His voice the usual dead tone.
She bend slightly.
*Poor kid, put your gun to low?*
-It´s all cool, didn't need stitches.
He smiled, they were alone, sure it was broad daylight but in these streets
it really didn't matter.
-Good, coz you're gonna hurt a fuck load more.
The terror on her face enjoyable, the anger in her face familiar.
the expression in over all, expression of disbelief, unbearable.
The pain needed to leave.
Riddick put his hand over her mouth and dragged her to the darkest ally around.
His shiv shining in the sun.
The googols hiding the insanity trait in his pretty silvery eyes.
**********************************
She´d fought him, with everything she´d had.
Until the dark came. Until he had the upper hand of darkness.
Another ally, the same psycho killer and her weak body.
His whispers, she couldn't make them out anymore.
her hands where cut.
So far he'd only sliced her skin, talking to her about how often he'd
wanted to cut her skinny ass.
How he'd restrained himself from killing all those people she loved,
just for her, and then she'd gone and back stabbed him.
Not a good idea.
She felt the blade cut into her forehead.
Going down vertically, diagonally from the middle of her eyes to her lips.
it went straight over.
If only she could scream. He'd gagged her at first, then, when the pain
was too much for her to even scream he'd loosened the tie and let her
whimper all she could.
He talked to her some more.
-Your father whimpered the same way you do, yours is just so much nicer.
Jack wanted to scream at him to stop.
It wasn't just the physical pain.
The pain that this was the man that made her heart race at times,
the guy who knew her better than anyone. The one who comforted her when
she felt like she was going crazy.
All that was left of that man was the mass murderer.
She gave in slowly.
No use.
This was the end. His burning shiv cut into her once again.
Leaving the gutting part to the last.
The knife so close, she could feel the blood rise from her skin as the knife
cut slightly into her very own flesh.
The world faded away with an angry roar from Riddick´s throat.