pitch black
chapter 21
WHEN END COMES ´ROUND and HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Standing above Riddick´s limps living body.
*I put enough to knock out an elephant, it should do*
Turned towards the black middle aged woman.
-Take him to the cops, get some money.
A rusted voice replied with curiosity.
-Weren't you in for this for the money?
The woman looked at Kali with the oddest glare.
-Consider it payment for blowing up some old pals.
She checked the girl's body, the pulse terribly low. The blood covering the scenery
was the witness of a dangerous blood loss.
-Take the fucker away before I kill him myself.
Kali nodded solemnly. This was her friends way of doing things.
The rusted voice echoed once more into the darkness.
-Your plan worked after all. They´re probably gonna put him into cryo sleep.
Skylar nodded her head. Dull and emotionless as she gave the semi-dead
Riddick a last glance.
-Yeah, they only do that to the worst.
Jack's lips barely shook. Her energy drained after fighting Riddick.
Blood staining a beautiful face, a sacrifice had been demanded for the
betrayal.
Darkness.
A slim figure picked the skeleton of the dirty street of Gomorra.
Those shaking lips forming words that could barely be made out.
-Please don't...don´t..i lo...
NO.
She wouldn't let her speak those words. Riddick had nearly killed this
much so loved girl. This spark of sanity in the midst of hell.
It had been too much for him to take so he had to destroy it.
Like the rest of their family, now they were all gone.
Calm dispair settled into her heart, to watch this girl suffer.
Suffering didn't go with her carefree life like spirit.
Blood seeping down her body, locking itself into her clothes, threatening
to stain forever. it had scarred the soul Permanently.
*Isn´t that enough Richard?*
Strong stealth ran across the streets, carrying a dying creature.
*I won't let my mistakes be the end of you Jack*
*****************************
A woman in her mid twenties with sweat stroked hair and a figure of
great power burst into one of many street clinics, carrying a girl on her back.
A girl who barely looked like she'd be hanging together for much longer.
-GET ME A MOTEHR FUCKING DOCTOR NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The words barely finished as a crowd of people collected Jack of her back
and took to immediate care. Words mixing like an ocean just below the surface.
She knew them all. She'd heard them.....when Johns had gotten her and Macy to
the hospital.
Unlike that time, Jack was barely consious. That little consciousness she held
was enough to get the girl to question.
-Riddick...where is he...Riddick?
Skylar wanted to carve her heart out when she detected Jack's words.
*How can she ask for him, he nearly killed her*
people in white pulled her sister off into a blur of drugs and the solitude
of a surgical room, leaving Skylar to herself waiting.
*How can she remain so human amongst all of us demons*
The longlegged blonde sat down waiting. She leaned forwards a little, her elbows
on her muscular thies, her hands clasped.
-What ever fucking gods that are out there...don't let her die.
Don't let her die.
Thoughts s tarted to swirl. Whether Jack lived or not, it'd all be over.
It was no coincident that Skylar had found he rlittle sister.
She'd survived the battle, as planned. Getting Riddick and Jack to think
of her as dead was just too easy.
*Thought you'd have figure out that I can't be killed, Richard*
her thumbs running across her forehead in a repeated motion of pure
emotionality.
She'd been following them for days now, just wanted to make sure Jack´d be OK.
But Riddick had gotten to her just when Skylar had put her guardianship
on the shelf. She'd gone to see Jackleen...for a last time.
The screeching scream across the street had alerted her, still she wondered
why Riddick hadn't finished the girl off completely.
*he does care about her*
-Skylar.
That voice.
That incredibly familiar voice.
-Hello Jennifer.
A woman with graying hair but aging with elegance.
An older Carolyn Fry looked down at the recently born human.
Still wet from the birth.
Skylar´s eyes didn´t bother to find what Carolyn´s mother felt.
She kinda knew. Probably much like herself.
Pain, guilt....fuck, it hurts to be human.
-Riddick.
A strand of hope lay in dr. Fry's voice.
*I can't believe her, is she actually looking for a reason to justify
her hatred?*
Running her cold sweat hands over her tired face Skylar replied coldly.
-No...my mistakes and yours.
Jennifer took that as an indirect agreement with her earlier statement.
For a moment it looked as if the woman were to speak some words
of useless dying human wisdom, but skylar never let her get to it.
-How's she doing?
Her back hunched and spirit broken, waited for the doctors opinion.
-I just checked the report, she's seriously injured. We aren't quite sure
if she'll make it.
Skylar laughed. Actually laughed at the doctors words.
*Ofcourse she'll make it, it´s Jack and she's a Menski, were hard to kill*
Jennifer took the sarcastic laughter as one of Skylar´s defenses, though
something beneath the surface told the woman that it wasn't so.
-Revenge is no fucking good doc.
About five years ago a woman had appeared in the hospital, so badly cut that
it was a miracle she lived.
Following her was a black man who seemingly ignored his bleeding knee.
Begging them to help his family first.
his family, a three year old girl who'd arrived earlier that day...
closer to death than life.
Jennifer herself over saw Skylar´s recovery treatment. The woman was
amazing, the recovery she made miraculous.
Specially after hearing that her daughter had been killed by Riddick.
She'd still kept her distance, drowning herself in the job after
receiving the tragic news.
her daughter, Carolyn Fry, a pilot, had been killed.
The body had never been discovered but the news that the escape convict
Richard B. Riddick had been on that crash spread through her like weed.
Carolyn was a survivor, that much shed tought her daughter.
This Riddick fellow must have killed her.
Jennifer had never been close to her only child, but a daughter's loss
was still a daughter lost.
By accident Jennifer got to know the couple. Them and their hate for
Riddick,. It seemed to be the very drive force in their lives.
Specially the woman's.
Also, by accident, she'd detected the leaking restorment liquid.
Skylar had reacted casually.
"I'm gonna die anyway"
Then one day it happened, Jennifer approached them, just a year ago or so.
The rumors of Riddick being alive started to crawl into her clinic like
worms through a dead corps.
Anger and hate filled her.
So she decided that his life could no longer be. Jennifer Fry contacted
one of many criminals she'd gotten to know over tide and time.
One of them, Yoko, told her about this crazy assassins that surely
would do it.
Her surprise complete when Macy and Skylar had shown up on the meeting place.
After that they'd shared a special bond, Riddick being the center of it all.
She'd supplied them with the money they needed to hire some extras.
The Johns.
In exchange for keeping their daughter alive, for keeping the shell alive.
Nothing rested within those fragile weak limps anymore.
Back then Skylar´s black eyes had shone with nothing but hate and inhumanity.
Now there was a completely different glow to her.
A more humane one,
a broken one.
Skylar rose up from the crowded waiting bench, looked Fry directly into
the eyes.
-I'm gonna go and see Jackleen, let me know when I can see Jack.
Skylar strolled off, ghost like and surpressed with agony.
Rambling into one of many rooms. This place looked like maze, but after
a few years it ceased to be unfamiliar, most unfortunately.
Opening the doors slowly, the radio on.
-Breakthru news, we've just gotten the information that Richard B Riddick,
a convicted multi murderer and thief has been turned into the local officials
of Hershing, Double Helix. he is to be sent to Ursa Luna, AKA Slam City
. There he'll await his.......
Skylar slammed her fist down into the radio, smashing it into pieces,
the pain shivering through her made her feel slightly alive and she hated it.
Life for the last weeks had been hell. Macy gone, no purpose, Jack injured,
no hope.
Skylar sat down on her daughter's bed, watching the shell that held her dead
spirit.
A hand running gently down a dark brown cheek, putting away the blond hair
the girl had.
-Hi sweetie, it´s mama...
Tears shaking a mother's body.
A single black tear running down her pale face.
-Now you can rest in peace
*******************************
Hours later Jennifer fry opened the doors to Jackleen Macy´s room, just to
see her insomniac mother staring at her daughter's face.
-You can see her now, she's stable and the wounds weren't nearly as bad
as we thought.
Skylar rose somberly up from bed. It looked like the mother had gained
some peace of mind, as rare as that was.
Silently following the doctor.
Following her into a room filled with a machines, seeing her sister's
body so incredibly mutilated.
Worst of all was her face. Just to see the girl that pale and lifeless.
He rlips bruised. And that hideous scar! Going across her face vertically..
diagonally.
Skylar ignored the presence of anyone else and started talking as she held
he rlittle sister's hand.
Oh god how it hurt.
-I'm Sorry jack, I'm so so sorry. My own fucked up mistake..i´m sorry.
All of a sudden it seemed that Skylar couldn't take it anymore. She rose
to her feet faster than a rocket and stormed to the doctor.
Holding out her hand, a datadisk.
-Give it to her when she'll leave...i´ll be in Jackleen´s room.
And she faded out of existence. Her fast paced feet stretching across
the hospital, barging into a girl's room.
A young nurse stood there, fussing over the sheets.
-Get out.
Skylar commanded harshly, but like a real stereo typical blonde the nurse
replied foolishly.
-but ma'am...
'
-just get the fuck out, I wanna spend some quality time with my daughter
The nurse back stepped outta the room, terrified of the demonic aura surrounding
Skylar and her plan.
The doors slammed, locked.
*****************
A cruel hunch caught Jennifer Fry´s mind. With a second thought in her
pocket she decided to go after the upset Skylar.
*There´s no telling what she'll do*
****************
A gun arriving from her vest. Skylar Menski was always ready for anything.
A last look at her daughter's eyes as she whispered.
-I love you.
The machine supporting the girl's lounges no longer doing so. The child´s
life slowly flying away as the heart machine started to peep incessantly.
The gun to the right of her eye.
Eyes closed.
-I'm sorry Jack.
A gun shot ran off, stopping time. In a flash Jack opened her eyes then fell
back into the depths of sleep.
Blackness covered the sheets of a daughter's bed. A gun lay limply in
a dead woman's hand.
Yes, the Menksi´s were hard to kill...except by their own hands.
Fry arrived too late, the gothic scenery slamming her down mentally.
In the doorway stood Jennifer Fry, holding a data disk.
******************************
Skylar....I just saw Skylar...didn't I?
Riddick...why did you do it. All this pain...why am I all alone?
Why am I always alone? Why did you hurt me? Riddick?
My face burns?
Why does my face burn?
Did I see Skylar, am I dead.
fry....Carolyn fry.
Didn't she call me sweetheart.
Those creatures, that darkness.
Why am I all alone?
Alone in the dark?
Riddick, you promised!
You promised!
I left you....you're angry.
Sorry Riddick, I was afraid. All those things
all those things Skylar told me about you and about her little girl.
The n I saw you, finishing my father off.
What do you expect Riddick?
What could I have done?
I'm not like you, or Skylar.
I'm just Jack....
But....it´s so dark...I'm not alone.
Why do I think I'm not alone?
coz I'm not alone....there's someone else here..in the dark.
Such a small light.
Such a small light.
Light.
****************
Five months later.............
Jack sat on the bed, the doc handing her something. Saying it arrived in the
mail. The doc, who's name she still didn't know, had handed it to her
just before she was getting ready to sign out.
jack knew it to be a lie but didn't bother to find why this woman, who
looked creepily much like Carolyn Fry, would lie to her.
As soon as the healed up Jack was left alone in the room she stuck the
data disk into the near by vid phone.
A familiar voice hummed in the air.
-Hi girlie...
Skylar´s happy face.
-Guess what, if you're seeing this I am dead and Riddick nearly killed you.
A pang of Pain seeping through Jack's system.
-I'm sorry about the bluntness, but oh well, I woulda died anyway.. but I'm
glad that you're alive, and I'm sorry, I'm really sorry that...
a heavy sigh and a change of atmosphere. Something insane became human.
-I'm sorry...I went out on a mission to avenge my family but my ignorance
ended up costing me my family.
A long silence as Skylar seemingly picked up her psycho mood.
-Well, girlie, that's not the issue on this dead data disk. The issue is
your future. I'm not gonna give you a fucking fare well speech, it just
ain´t my style. I have some friends on a ship called CQ ZION
They do legal piracy, yah know, rescue missions and shit like that.
Anyway, I know em pretty well, and they always need a pilot,
I hear they'd be eager to train´em as well.
It´s easy to find, I have their regular travel route attached to this message.
Just mention whom you've been fucking with for the last year or so,
they'll take you in.
Another silence in the freaked out record. Skylar rubbed her face in a familiar
way.
IN the back ground one of those oldies echoed.
Wasn't skunk anansie.
Poe...trigger happy jack.
-Can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being, hey, Jack!
So, I'm almost finished. Just remember who you are hun, don't go off the
wall like me, I tell yah, I think sanity is more fun.
Yeah, that's one of the things I need to tell you. Those doctor dudes might
wanna put you in an institution for some time. I'm kinda ashamed to say it
but, your eally oughta do it cuz they actually might help..
That smile, that beautiful smile. Kinda just like hers...pretty.
Something she shared with Skylar.
it filled her with happiness and sorrow at the same time.
*I miss you Skylar*
-So, it´s good-bye Jack, girlie....
Skylar turned around, to turn the recorder off, then spun around quickly.
-Oh, don't let ANYONE call you Jackie!
The record over.....
Jack squatted down to the floor, picking up her bag.
Putting the record down into it and then swinging it onto her shoulder.
A single signature then released her from the hospital for good.
Her and that light of hers.
As she walked out she ran her hand over her swollen belly.
Turned out Riddick had left her a birthday present.
THE END
author's notes: thi hi hi...so what do you guys think? Twenty something
chapters of crap and this is the way I end it.
I´d love some feedback on the story as a whole...if anyone's ever managed
to finish it
chapter 21
WHEN END COMES ´ROUND and HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Standing above Riddick´s limps living body.
*I put enough to knock out an elephant, it should do*
Turned towards the black middle aged woman.
-Take him to the cops, get some money.
A rusted voice replied with curiosity.
-Weren't you in for this for the money?
The woman looked at Kali with the oddest glare.
-Consider it payment for blowing up some old pals.
She checked the girl's body, the pulse terribly low. The blood covering the scenery
was the witness of a dangerous blood loss.
-Take the fucker away before I kill him myself.
Kali nodded solemnly. This was her friends way of doing things.
The rusted voice echoed once more into the darkness.
-Your plan worked after all. They´re probably gonna put him into cryo sleep.
Skylar nodded her head. Dull and emotionless as she gave the semi-dead
Riddick a last glance.
-Yeah, they only do that to the worst.
Jack's lips barely shook. Her energy drained after fighting Riddick.
Blood staining a beautiful face, a sacrifice had been demanded for the
betrayal.
Darkness.
A slim figure picked the skeleton of the dirty street of Gomorra.
Those shaking lips forming words that could barely be made out.
-Please don't...don´t..i lo...
NO.
She wouldn't let her speak those words. Riddick had nearly killed this
much so loved girl. This spark of sanity in the midst of hell.
It had been too much for him to take so he had to destroy it.
Like the rest of their family, now they were all gone.
Calm dispair settled into her heart, to watch this girl suffer.
Suffering didn't go with her carefree life like spirit.
Blood seeping down her body, locking itself into her clothes, threatening
to stain forever. it had scarred the soul Permanently.
*Isn´t that enough Richard?*
Strong stealth ran across the streets, carrying a dying creature.
*I won't let my mistakes be the end of you Jack*
*****************************
A woman in her mid twenties with sweat stroked hair and a figure of
great power burst into one of many street clinics, carrying a girl on her back.
A girl who barely looked like she'd be hanging together for much longer.
-GET ME A MOTEHR FUCKING DOCTOR NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The words barely finished as a crowd of people collected Jack of her back
and took to immediate care. Words mixing like an ocean just below the surface.
She knew them all. She'd heard them.....when Johns had gotten her and Macy to
the hospital.
Unlike that time, Jack was barely consious. That little consciousness she held
was enough to get the girl to question.
-Riddick...where is he...Riddick?
Skylar wanted to carve her heart out when she detected Jack's words.
*How can she ask for him, he nearly killed her*
people in white pulled her sister off into a blur of drugs and the solitude
of a surgical room, leaving Skylar to herself waiting.
*How can she remain so human amongst all of us demons*
The longlegged blonde sat down waiting. She leaned forwards a little, her elbows
on her muscular thies, her hands clasped.
-What ever fucking gods that are out there...don't let her die.
Don't let her die.
Thoughts s tarted to swirl. Whether Jack lived or not, it'd all be over.
It was no coincident that Skylar had found he rlittle sister.
She'd survived the battle, as planned. Getting Riddick and Jack to think
of her as dead was just too easy.
*Thought you'd have figure out that I can't be killed, Richard*
her thumbs running across her forehead in a repeated motion of pure
emotionality.
She'd been following them for days now, just wanted to make sure Jack´d be OK.
But Riddick had gotten to her just when Skylar had put her guardianship
on the shelf. She'd gone to see Jackleen...for a last time.
The screeching scream across the street had alerted her, still she wondered
why Riddick hadn't finished the girl off completely.
*he does care about her*
-Skylar.
That voice.
That incredibly familiar voice.
-Hello Jennifer.
A woman with graying hair but aging with elegance.
An older Carolyn Fry looked down at the recently born human.
Still wet from the birth.
Skylar´s eyes didn´t bother to find what Carolyn´s mother felt.
She kinda knew. Probably much like herself.
Pain, guilt....fuck, it hurts to be human.
-Riddick.
A strand of hope lay in dr. Fry's voice.
*I can't believe her, is she actually looking for a reason to justify
her hatred?*
Running her cold sweat hands over her tired face Skylar replied coldly.
-No...my mistakes and yours.
Jennifer took that as an indirect agreement with her earlier statement.
For a moment it looked as if the woman were to speak some words
of useless dying human wisdom, but skylar never let her get to it.
-How's she doing?
Her back hunched and spirit broken, waited for the doctors opinion.
-I just checked the report, she's seriously injured. We aren't quite sure
if she'll make it.
Skylar laughed. Actually laughed at the doctors words.
*Ofcourse she'll make it, it´s Jack and she's a Menski, were hard to kill*
Jennifer took the sarcastic laughter as one of Skylar´s defenses, though
something beneath the surface told the woman that it wasn't so.
-Revenge is no fucking good doc.
About five years ago a woman had appeared in the hospital, so badly cut that
it was a miracle she lived.
Following her was a black man who seemingly ignored his bleeding knee.
Begging them to help his family first.
his family, a three year old girl who'd arrived earlier that day...
closer to death than life.
Jennifer herself over saw Skylar´s recovery treatment. The woman was
amazing, the recovery she made miraculous.
Specially after hearing that her daughter had been killed by Riddick.
She'd still kept her distance, drowning herself in the job after
receiving the tragic news.
her daughter, Carolyn Fry, a pilot, had been killed.
The body had never been discovered but the news that the escape convict
Richard B. Riddick had been on that crash spread through her like weed.
Carolyn was a survivor, that much shed tought her daughter.
This Riddick fellow must have killed her.
Jennifer had never been close to her only child, but a daughter's loss
was still a daughter lost.
By accident Jennifer got to know the couple. Them and their hate for
Riddick,. It seemed to be the very drive force in their lives.
Specially the woman's.
Also, by accident, she'd detected the leaking restorment liquid.
Skylar had reacted casually.
"I'm gonna die anyway"
Then one day it happened, Jennifer approached them, just a year ago or so.
The rumors of Riddick being alive started to crawl into her clinic like
worms through a dead corps.
Anger and hate filled her.
So she decided that his life could no longer be. Jennifer Fry contacted
one of many criminals she'd gotten to know over tide and time.
One of them, Yoko, told her about this crazy assassins that surely
would do it.
Her surprise complete when Macy and Skylar had shown up on the meeting place.
After that they'd shared a special bond, Riddick being the center of it all.
She'd supplied them with the money they needed to hire some extras.
The Johns.
In exchange for keeping their daughter alive, for keeping the shell alive.
Nothing rested within those fragile weak limps anymore.
Back then Skylar´s black eyes had shone with nothing but hate and inhumanity.
Now there was a completely different glow to her.
A more humane one,
a broken one.
Skylar rose up from the crowded waiting bench, looked Fry directly into
the eyes.
-I'm gonna go and see Jackleen, let me know when I can see Jack.
Skylar strolled off, ghost like and surpressed with agony.
Rambling into one of many rooms. This place looked like maze, but after
a few years it ceased to be unfamiliar, most unfortunately.
Opening the doors slowly, the radio on.
-Breakthru news, we've just gotten the information that Richard B Riddick,
a convicted multi murderer and thief has been turned into the local officials
of Hershing, Double Helix. he is to be sent to Ursa Luna, AKA Slam City
. There he'll await his.......
Skylar slammed her fist down into the radio, smashing it into pieces,
the pain shivering through her made her feel slightly alive and she hated it.
Life for the last weeks had been hell. Macy gone, no purpose, Jack injured,
no hope.
Skylar sat down on her daughter's bed, watching the shell that held her dead
spirit.
A hand running gently down a dark brown cheek, putting away the blond hair
the girl had.
-Hi sweetie, it´s mama...
Tears shaking a mother's body.
A single black tear running down her pale face.
-Now you can rest in peace
*******************************
Hours later Jennifer fry opened the doors to Jackleen Macy´s room, just to
see her insomniac mother staring at her daughter's face.
-You can see her now, she's stable and the wounds weren't nearly as bad
as we thought.
Skylar rose somberly up from bed. It looked like the mother had gained
some peace of mind, as rare as that was.
Silently following the doctor.
Following her into a room filled with a machines, seeing her sister's
body so incredibly mutilated.
Worst of all was her face. Just to see the girl that pale and lifeless.
He rlips bruised. And that hideous scar! Going across her face vertically..
diagonally.
Skylar ignored the presence of anyone else and started talking as she held
he rlittle sister's hand.
Oh god how it hurt.
-I'm Sorry jack, I'm so so sorry. My own fucked up mistake..i´m sorry.
All of a sudden it seemed that Skylar couldn't take it anymore. She rose
to her feet faster than a rocket and stormed to the doctor.
Holding out her hand, a datadisk.
-Give it to her when she'll leave...i´ll be in Jackleen´s room.
And she faded out of existence. Her fast paced feet stretching across
the hospital, barging into a girl's room.
A young nurse stood there, fussing over the sheets.
-Get out.
Skylar commanded harshly, but like a real stereo typical blonde the nurse
replied foolishly.
-but ma'am...
'
-just get the fuck out, I wanna spend some quality time with my daughter
The nurse back stepped outta the room, terrified of the demonic aura surrounding
Skylar and her plan.
The doors slammed, locked.
*****************
A cruel hunch caught Jennifer Fry´s mind. With a second thought in her
pocket she decided to go after the upset Skylar.
*There´s no telling what she'll do*
****************
A gun arriving from her vest. Skylar Menski was always ready for anything.
A last look at her daughter's eyes as she whispered.
-I love you.
The machine supporting the girl's lounges no longer doing so. The child´s
life slowly flying away as the heart machine started to peep incessantly.
The gun to the right of her eye.
Eyes closed.
-I'm sorry Jack.
A gun shot ran off, stopping time. In a flash Jack opened her eyes then fell
back into the depths of sleep.
Blackness covered the sheets of a daughter's bed. A gun lay limply in
a dead woman's hand.
Yes, the Menksi´s were hard to kill...except by their own hands.
Fry arrived too late, the gothic scenery slamming her down mentally.
In the doorway stood Jennifer Fry, holding a data disk.
******************************
Skylar....I just saw Skylar...didn't I?
Riddick...why did you do it. All this pain...why am I all alone?
Why am I always alone? Why did you hurt me? Riddick?
My face burns?
Why does my face burn?
Did I see Skylar, am I dead.
fry....Carolyn fry.
Didn't she call me sweetheart.
Those creatures, that darkness.
Why am I all alone?
Alone in the dark?
Riddick, you promised!
You promised!
I left you....you're angry.
Sorry Riddick, I was afraid. All those things
all those things Skylar told me about you and about her little girl.
The n I saw you, finishing my father off.
What do you expect Riddick?
What could I have done?
I'm not like you, or Skylar.
I'm just Jack....
But....it´s so dark...I'm not alone.
Why do I think I'm not alone?
coz I'm not alone....there's someone else here..in the dark.
Such a small light.
Such a small light.
Light.
****************
Five months later.............
Jack sat on the bed, the doc handing her something. Saying it arrived in the
mail. The doc, who's name she still didn't know, had handed it to her
just before she was getting ready to sign out.
jack knew it to be a lie but didn't bother to find why this woman, who
looked creepily much like Carolyn Fry, would lie to her.
As soon as the healed up Jack was left alone in the room she stuck the
data disk into the near by vid phone.
A familiar voice hummed in the air.
-Hi girlie...
Skylar´s happy face.
-Guess what, if you're seeing this I am dead and Riddick nearly killed you.
A pang of Pain seeping through Jack's system.
-I'm sorry about the bluntness, but oh well, I woulda died anyway.. but I'm
glad that you're alive, and I'm sorry, I'm really sorry that...
a heavy sigh and a change of atmosphere. Something insane became human.
-I'm sorry...I went out on a mission to avenge my family but my ignorance
ended up costing me my family.
A long silence as Skylar seemingly picked up her psycho mood.
-Well, girlie, that's not the issue on this dead data disk. The issue is
your future. I'm not gonna give you a fucking fare well speech, it just
ain´t my style. I have some friends on a ship called CQ ZION
They do legal piracy, yah know, rescue missions and shit like that.
Anyway, I know em pretty well, and they always need a pilot,
I hear they'd be eager to train´em as well.
It´s easy to find, I have their regular travel route attached to this message.
Just mention whom you've been fucking with for the last year or so,
they'll take you in.
Another silence in the freaked out record. Skylar rubbed her face in a familiar
way.
IN the back ground one of those oldies echoed.
Wasn't skunk anansie.
Poe...trigger happy jack.
-Can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being, hey, Jack!
So, I'm almost finished. Just remember who you are hun, don't go off the
wall like me, I tell yah, I think sanity is more fun.
Yeah, that's one of the things I need to tell you. Those doctor dudes might
wanna put you in an institution for some time. I'm kinda ashamed to say it
but, your eally oughta do it cuz they actually might help..
That smile, that beautiful smile. Kinda just like hers...pretty.
Something she shared with Skylar.
it filled her with happiness and sorrow at the same time.
*I miss you Skylar*
-So, it´s good-bye Jack, girlie....
Skylar turned around, to turn the recorder off, then spun around quickly.
-Oh, don't let ANYONE call you Jackie!
The record over.....
Jack squatted down to the floor, picking up her bag.
Putting the record down into it and then swinging it onto her shoulder.
A single signature then released her from the hospital for good.
Her and that light of hers.
As she walked out she ran her hand over her swollen belly.
Turned out Riddick had left her a birthday present.
THE END
author's notes: thi hi hi...so what do you guys think? Twenty something
chapters of crap and this is the way I end it.
I´d love some feedback on the story as a whole...if anyone's ever managed
to finish it