Note: *** indicates flashback

Note: *** indicates flashback
Disclaimer: all the other ish I said in the beginning of chapter one.

Chapter 2:Remembering

He woke up screaming; sweat dripping fro his brow and his entire body shivering.

"It was a dream?" he said, almost in disbelief.

He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts.

He looked around at the crappy hotel room, glancing at the holo-clock, and groaned. It was just too damn fucking early for this bull.

'Shit, what the fuck was that all about?'

He'd had dreams, or nightmares rather, like this before, but none with such intensity as tonight's. A stirring from along side him brought Riddick from his thoughts.

'You've gotta be fucking kidding me'

Riddick tore the sweat soaked covers from his naked body and glanced at the figure sprawled nude and snoring loudly on his mattress. He stood up and stretched, simultaneously rubbing his baldhead and yawning. He had picked her up from Loopie's hours before and brought her back here for a quick fuck.

'Looks like this quick fuck turned into an all-nighter."

"Get out," Riddick said loud enough to wake her.

"Wha-What?" the woman stammered.

"Are YOU fucking DEAF? I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!!!" he growled, quickly losing his temper.

"What's the matter baby? Wanna go another round?" she asked playfully as she got on her knees and walked across the bed to gently stroke his chest, then abs, then…

Riddick grabbed her arm roughly and brought her face inches from his. In a low menacing growl, enough to make any grown man piss his pants, he said,

"Are you stupid as well as deaf? Or is it you've just swallowed so much cum that, that is all that's left in that fucking head of yours?"

Before she had time to react, he unceremoniously dropped the slut to the floor and walked into the bathroom. Before he closed the door he popped his head back out and said,

"Now get your shit, get out, and don't forget to close the door… oh and don't expect me to pay you either, cause you weren't THAT good."

And with that Riddick shut the door and turned on the shower.

"Stupid FUCKING PHYSCHOTIC ASSHOLE," she yelled loud enough to wake the neighborhood, " and you know what… you're not that BIG either."

With that she walked out the door and left it open.

Riddick in the meantime was sitting on the toilette thinking about the dream. He barely heard the cunt yell at him and only snorted in reply to her statement.

So many times he tried to forget, to forget the pain, and each time his dreams would remind him.

Sigh

'Jack, god I miss your face girl. Why, why did you have to go and be so fucking stupid? If it weren't for me you would still be here today. Carolyn if only you were here to tell me what I'm missing. You saved me, brought me towards hope of a life, of redemption, but I still have nothing. I'm still alone.'

With an angry grunt he slammed his fist against the wall to ease his tension. The wall cracked with the force, as well as his hand and started to bleed, but he barely noticed.

'The pain reminds me I'm alive'

He looked at the blood dripping from his cracked knuckles and watched it drip on to the dirty tiled floor.

His mind flashed back to that night on the planet. So much blood, so much pain.

Fuck this soul bullshit, it aint for me.'

He stood up and stepped towards the shower, turning the temperature to as hot as his body would allow.

'Five fucking years Jack and I'll still remember that day as if it was yesterday.'

As he began to let the water drip down his body and wash away his previous excursions; he leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes, and released a sigh.

'He could still see her eyes and the way they would light up, as if thousands of fireflies were dancing to an unknown song in glowing amber orbs, whenever he would looked at her. She was his solace, his peace, his very essence of purity and innocence that he was denied at youth; only to be retched from him in a moment of hesitation and impulse.'

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"Riddick when are you gunna let me learn to fly this peace of shit?" Jack whined from the storage room, "I gotta learn sometime. Come on please, pppllleeeaaasseee!"

Riddick couldn't help but smirk at her consistent whining. In the year and half that he had spent with her since the incident on T2, he had to admit it; the kid had grown on him. She hadn't convinced him not to leave her with Iman on New Mecca, damn near pleaded the whole time they were there, and it wasn't until she had snuck on the ship had he finally let her stay. He knew she was there, but damn if she didn't have guts for trying.

"Riddick?"

No answer

"Riddick?"

Still silence

"Riddick!!! Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, Jack"

"Then why didn't you answer me?" she asked walking into the control room and sitting into the co-pilot's chair.

He turned and looked at her and studied her face. Her hair had gotten longer and she was starting to look more like a young woman than a little boy.

"Jack how old are you?" he asked.

"16, you know that, why?"

"Exactly my point. Your too young to pilot"

"Awe c'mon Riddick. It's not like I can break this peace of shit worse than it is all ready."

He just looked at her, with his stony face, and the discussion was closed.

"Look kid, when you turn 18 I'll let you pilot, O.K?"

She looked at him for a second and had the goofiest grin plastered on her face. She lunged herself off the seat and wrapped her arms around his neck. He stayed like that for a few moments taken aback by her release of affection, but regained composure and engulfed her in a hug with his massive arms.

'Damn I'm going soft'

That would be the last happy moment they had together. In 12 hours from now their fates would be sealed; the innocence of a child lost and the mind of a killer regained.