Disclaiming Thingy- Riddick is in my closet! He`s mine all mine! W00t! yes,
I speak lies, all lies, even this story is a lie, but you expected that
didn`t you? Of course you did ^-^ anyways, no he`s not in my closet, in
fact, I`ve only seen him on tv -sob-
I admit, I`m a virgin at fanfics
The cargo shuttle shuddered to a halt; Jacks eyes peered up at the air locked door that slowly opened an air-dispersing slide. Stowing away on a ship was nothing new to her nomadic life that she had taken up after leaving Iman. He had been kind enough to offer his house hold to her, yet her passed experiences told her that it wouldn't work out. Jack had been moving about for at least five years now, she knew the routine. Huddled in a corner she awaited for the, so often seen, moment to slip away like a ghost.
Slowly, the workers grabbed boxes of all sorts, every so often nearly chancing upon the hidden Jack. Craftily she didn`t even blink as the men's eyes swept over her stone-like figure.
Finally, as if it had been ages since they first opened the doors, the workers had taken a brake, unkemptly living the door open.
Grabbing her only luggage, a small bag containing little more than the necessities, she warily exited the belly of the shuttle.
Fools, she thought amusedly to herself, works every time, you`d think they would have caught on by now..
As if it were normal, Jack walked around to the exit of the station, pondering on where she would find cash and a place to stay. Slowly her mind traced along her past jobs, the simple small restaurant, corner store, other tiny businesses, then changed to possibilities of living quarters. She was willing to sleep in a darkened alley, out on the street was nothing new to the expert nomad. Without her will, her muses turned abruptly.
How did Riddick live before he was what he is now? Where is he?
She caught herself before her thoughts continued, cursing herself for such carelessness overtaking her. She learned what she could with the little time spent with Riddick and went on her separate ways. So far she mastered his cool, calm outer physique, hard emotions, and was quick to catch on to just how to not let any person read you like a book. It was like she was reforming herself to be 'just like daddy' only her infatuation was that of a little schoolgirl creaming over the boy next door. She tried futily to not think of him, attempting to convince herself that she would never have the chance to gaze upon his finely chiseled features ever again. Trying so hard to walk through life without her mind stumbling onto the picture that has now become a scar in the back of her mind.
Dusk was now washing over the city that she had made her way into. Pack swaying from her hand as she stepped onto the slightly crowded walkway, she melded into the secondary street, into the faceless crowd of the normal people.
Just like all the other times, the plan was laid out permanently in her mind: First find a place to work, alternately, pickpocket, preferably work. Second, search out a place to sleep, alternately, stay out on the streets, hopeful of finding a place to stay.
Always, those were the options. One or two, high or low. So here she was again, same scenario, different city. The unfortunate by choice, out making her way through the unforgiving life that was laid out before her. Somehow it was better that her mind was distracted, rather than having free time at Imans place, able to think about Riddick, he who plagued she.
Quickly, she came upon her first option. A quaint little diner on the sidewalk. A few people entered and exited. I looked nice enough, yet small enough to take on workers from the street. Her first chance at not living on the street was accompanied by a plump woman.
This should be easy enough, she`ll take me in right off.
Expertly, her smirk changed to a look of vulnerability. She forced her hands to fidget, taking on the expression of nervousness. Her voice was sweet, and small, like that of a small child, attempting to con a parent into giving up a cookie.
"M'am? You wouldn`t happen to be accepting workers? Maybe a waitress?"
She quickly added on..
"I`m a real people- person, or so I`m told.."
It was like honey, sweet and satisfactory, the woman fell for the act, 'graciously' allowing her to work. Jack smiled a big..fake..smile and went to work immediately. How simple commoners were to fool. With little more than a second to tie on the apron, Jack was out waiting on tables. Other than herself there was only one other waitresses: A small black haired girl that must have been no more than fifteen. She didn`t seem much of a conversationist; all the better, she didn`t need be near someone that was willing to make friends. Out of all the people she knew, she only had two people that she could actually call friends, the others were lost in her whirlwind of a life. Those two happened to be the same she nearly lost her life with; Riddick and Iman.
"Excuse me? Hello? I`m ready..Hello?"
The tone of a slightly irritated voice echoed in her mind, yet took more than a second to click. Abruptly she was pulled from her reflection that was pulling her back onto that awful planet. Slight thankfulness was replaced when she saw the irate face of a middle-aged man. Being blessed with a skill that allowed you to cut someone down without them even noticing till you walked off was something very useful and she used it quite often, which Jack would demonstrate now.
"I`m very sorry, sir, what would you like"
Her voice was overly sweet, intoxicated with silk and cream, she slightly bowed into his face, the comm. Register, which would be used to take his order poised close to her chest. The smile that alighted her face just reeked with fake politeness, intended so that he would remember her later on, and just what she did to him.
"I want a large 'burger and tries with a medium coffee.."
His tone knowingly mimicked hers, yet Jack could easily read that she made him uncomfortable. Another trait borrowed from Riddick, she could easily pick down any man that obstructed her path, physically and mentally.
"Very well, sir, I`ll be right back."
Jack continued with the masquerade, punching in his order with an accented punch on the last button with an even more disgustingly sweet model-like smile. She chipperly walked away, turning on her hill as she did so, heading for the opening behind the counter. She thrust the small computer into the receiver, waiting for the food to come. One hand supported her wait on the counter, rapping irritably whilst the over was perched on her hip. Angry glares sent man people baking away from her. Soon enough, a light appeared on a small button, alerting her that the food was ready. She jabbed at it, resulting in a panel to slide away and the food slowly made its way up, holder and all. She snatched it up and stalked towards the table and recipient of the food. Her smile washed away any sign of loathing for the man, yet he had already seen that she wasn`t one to be messed with and stammered a thank you. Just as Jack was heading away from the table, a chill trekked up her back, causing hair to stand up on her neck and arms. The familiar aura wafted to her, causing a twisting a turning in her stomach as butterflies performed a ballad. A dark brutal dance that pained her to the very core. That ravaged her mind and pulled her into black bliss.
This..him..what's..he doing..here..I
Shock waves were racing to her mind, falling to her legs, attempting to make her turn and face the origin of the emotions that were wracking her conscience, yet no feedback, so, no movement.
After so long..what do I do?
Ultimately she realized that the silly schoolgirl infatuation had obviously grown. Finally after a few seconds she had commanded her legs to move, yet upon that thought a towering form passed her. The oh so familiar scent flowed under her nose and wrapped around her body, implanting the aroma in her mind yet again, replacing the old. Unfortunately she had turned the wrong way, disallowing him to catch sight of her face. It was obvious that he wouldn`t remember her from the back since she allowed her hair to grow since cutting it.
Upon entering the small café, Riddick knew something of interest was in here, the very feel had tainted his mind, teasing him to enter. Instinct may it be, he knew that he had to investigate.
Jack beat the black haired girl to the table, she approached from behind. Lethargically Riddick turned his head, barely looking over his shoulder, yet it was enough to alert Jack of his intentions, in a soft sashay she was on the opposite, disallowing him to view her. A wicked expression played her face "And how may I help you today..?"
She made no attempt to mask her voice, slowing her pace all the more, coming up on his side. Riddick recognized it exactly, skillfully hiding any sides of surprise, yet Jack could tell by the way he minutely hardened his posture, he did it nearly every time he was hiding some sort of emotion, which seemed to be often.
"I don`t know, what do ya got?"
A brisk wave of reassurance hit Jack hard and quick, nearly causing her to lose her pose and pushed tears to her eyes, yet she refused them to victory of falling. How could he just walk in here and talk like her never left? Was it just her obsession that made her think that she would be of any importance to him? Clearing her thought, making sure that she didn`t sound any different, she continued.
"We have many things, sir, you may take this menu and decide, perhaps I will come back when you`re finished."
Her tone was strictly professional, nearly making a smile appear on Riddicks face, yet it was hidden, much like everything else, beaten down and reigned, never to be seen, only to be felt. Riddick accepted the menu without looking up at Jack. He knew it may hurt her, but if anyone of importance were to chance onto the scene and see him conversing with any person, they would immediately take her. He barely stole a glimpse, yet it was enough to prove that she had indeed grown, and grow she did, curves and walk of finest of women. Something more, though, clouded her physique, familiar, yet distant, a shell if you may, like she was hiding. Apart from the world and those around her, like she had stolen herself away and kept others from her. A shadowy gloom replaced the once lively girl that had tried so hard to be just like him. Something had obviously changed.
Jack could barely hold herself back from running back to him, the one that had rimmed her thoughts for too long. She knew this game, want would turn into hate, and she would detest him for being what he was. She played it so often that it bruised her inside, yet she knew that in order to remain how she was, she must attain she composer and go on. Still, she wanted, needed, to go back to him. Within a matter of seconds Riddick was waving her over. All too quickly she was at his table, standing on the side, peering down, awaiting his order.
"You don`t suppose the coffee here is any good, do you?"
Riddick made the mistake of looking up at Jack. It was obvious, even through her attempts to mask it; she clearly wanted to do more than take his order. Pain stung behind her stone mask, scratching and tearing behind her dark green eyes, which seemed to have grown cold in a matter a seconds upon seeing him look up at her.
"It`s.fine.."
Jacks tone, though cold and monotonous, still retained a form of regal. Time and again she bit back words that wanted to flow freely, yet she wouldn`t allow it. She had tried too hard to hide her emotions, much like him, yet it troubled her. She never knew it would be so difficult to leash one of the most powerful things that was bestowed to her. How did he do it so well? This, the ultimate test so far, was one of the hardest things that she put herself through, and he was, not doing a damned thing.
"Fine, I`ll have it dark.."
Calmness still swept over him as he handed the translucent menu to Jack, yet slipping with it a small piece of paper that he pushed against her finger. Jacks facial expressions nearly lept with uncontrolled excitement, knowing that this must have been some sort of sign, yet she still restrained all of it with oncoming expertise. Nonchalantly, she pushed the paper into her pants pocket.
"Very well"
The very tip of her mouth twitched upward, yet was quickly stowed away, Riddick saw, yet turned away with nothing more. Returning, Jacks mind swam with all sorts of questions yet she couldn`t concentrate on one long enough to answer it. On the outside it was as if nothing happened, yet all the while, her insides were dancing away to the melodic beat of the childhood infatuation, yet upgraded more than a few notches. Black, dreary monotony's form of a ballad that is. Years of no emotion had taken its toll, yet all for the better she thought. It was better that she had trained herself to be like this, much better. How foolish I am to think such thoughts, he only remembers me as but a child, it`s nothing. Jack told herself this over and over again till she truly believed it. Upon returning with the coffee nothing was exchanged.
The storeowner approached with a small computer, informing her that she had done enough and her shift was over. The second waitress was already on her way out. Taking her card she pushed it through the slit on the side of the computer, updating her system with money. Jack nodded and went into the back to put the apron away. While coming out she noticed that Riddick was already gone, the nearly full coffee cup sitting on the table. Stone cold, nothing of her appearance changed, inside, it was nearly the same, she didn`t even acknowledge this much.
Walking out of café, it was well into the night. The busy diner must have left her dead to what was going on outside. Pushing her hands into her pockets, Jack set her mind onto what Riddick had planned. Absently pulling the piece of paper out of her pocket, she read quickly.
The alley between Insomnia and Elcipe
True she had only been her half a day, yet she recognized the one of the building. The Elcipe was brilliantly decorated with strange mirrors and bright colors, so Insomnia must have been the duller building beside it. Easy enough, it was on the same street, just down a bit.
Even at the later hours of the night the sidewalks were still a bit crowded, and made Jack wonder just how people got around during rush hour. She obviously must have missed it. Only a few buildings down she found the infamous build Elcipe. Insomnia was on the further side. The anticipation was causing Jacks stomach to rip into shreds, she didn`t know how long she would be able to hold herself back from leaping into Riddicks arms to moment she saw him. Rounding the corner, she immediately stepped into darkness. Ah, just how Riddick liked it, dark and scary, this must have been the way he killed all those people.
"Took you long enough.."
The voice was frighteningly proverbial, shaking Jack to the bone and threatening to disperse of her well-laid mask. The shine of his eyes was now visible as he walked closer. Under his gaze she felt as if he was pulling each and every thread of her security blanket, and she liked it. His careful scrutiny, over powering, comforting, and scary all at the same time, excited Jack in way that noone else had before.
"You`re so kind after so long, haven`t changed a bit."
Her tone matched that of cold sarcasm, Riddick caught on instantly. His eyes traced her form, the out-like on her frame easily seen through slightly dirty, thin clothing that adorned her body. The clothes made no difference, she was noticeably beautiful nonetheless. So different from the last time he laid eyes on her, it was as if it wasn`t the same person, even the air about her flowed a different way. Yet he knew it was her, the same face, same talk, it must have been her. Jack was careful with everything, even down to how she stood before him. It was impossible to see what he was thinking, yet the eerie gleam on his eyes gave way the fact that it wasn't her face he was looking at. The tip of her mouth curved in satisfaction that he was apparently pleased with the way she looked.
"Now now, no need to be like that, I know there`s some explaining to do.." "You bet your ass there is some, and you'd better get started.."
A ghostly smile lit Riddicks face with her fiery comment, relieved that she didn`t truly lock herself away. All the while though, he knew that that was a possibility, and something urged him to make sure it didn`t happen.
I admit, I`m a virgin at fanfics
The cargo shuttle shuddered to a halt; Jacks eyes peered up at the air locked door that slowly opened an air-dispersing slide. Stowing away on a ship was nothing new to her nomadic life that she had taken up after leaving Iman. He had been kind enough to offer his house hold to her, yet her passed experiences told her that it wouldn't work out. Jack had been moving about for at least five years now, she knew the routine. Huddled in a corner she awaited for the, so often seen, moment to slip away like a ghost.
Slowly, the workers grabbed boxes of all sorts, every so often nearly chancing upon the hidden Jack. Craftily she didn`t even blink as the men's eyes swept over her stone-like figure.
Finally, as if it had been ages since they first opened the doors, the workers had taken a brake, unkemptly living the door open.
Grabbing her only luggage, a small bag containing little more than the necessities, she warily exited the belly of the shuttle.
Fools, she thought amusedly to herself, works every time, you`d think they would have caught on by now..
As if it were normal, Jack walked around to the exit of the station, pondering on where she would find cash and a place to stay. Slowly her mind traced along her past jobs, the simple small restaurant, corner store, other tiny businesses, then changed to possibilities of living quarters. She was willing to sleep in a darkened alley, out on the street was nothing new to the expert nomad. Without her will, her muses turned abruptly.
How did Riddick live before he was what he is now? Where is he?
She caught herself before her thoughts continued, cursing herself for such carelessness overtaking her. She learned what she could with the little time spent with Riddick and went on her separate ways. So far she mastered his cool, calm outer physique, hard emotions, and was quick to catch on to just how to not let any person read you like a book. It was like she was reforming herself to be 'just like daddy' only her infatuation was that of a little schoolgirl creaming over the boy next door. She tried futily to not think of him, attempting to convince herself that she would never have the chance to gaze upon his finely chiseled features ever again. Trying so hard to walk through life without her mind stumbling onto the picture that has now become a scar in the back of her mind.
Dusk was now washing over the city that she had made her way into. Pack swaying from her hand as she stepped onto the slightly crowded walkway, she melded into the secondary street, into the faceless crowd of the normal people.
Just like all the other times, the plan was laid out permanently in her mind: First find a place to work, alternately, pickpocket, preferably work. Second, search out a place to sleep, alternately, stay out on the streets, hopeful of finding a place to stay.
Always, those were the options. One or two, high or low. So here she was again, same scenario, different city. The unfortunate by choice, out making her way through the unforgiving life that was laid out before her. Somehow it was better that her mind was distracted, rather than having free time at Imans place, able to think about Riddick, he who plagued she.
Quickly, she came upon her first option. A quaint little diner on the sidewalk. A few people entered and exited. I looked nice enough, yet small enough to take on workers from the street. Her first chance at not living on the street was accompanied by a plump woman.
This should be easy enough, she`ll take me in right off.
Expertly, her smirk changed to a look of vulnerability. She forced her hands to fidget, taking on the expression of nervousness. Her voice was sweet, and small, like that of a small child, attempting to con a parent into giving up a cookie.
"M'am? You wouldn`t happen to be accepting workers? Maybe a waitress?"
She quickly added on..
"I`m a real people- person, or so I`m told.."
It was like honey, sweet and satisfactory, the woman fell for the act, 'graciously' allowing her to work. Jack smiled a big..fake..smile and went to work immediately. How simple commoners were to fool. With little more than a second to tie on the apron, Jack was out waiting on tables. Other than herself there was only one other waitresses: A small black haired girl that must have been no more than fifteen. She didn`t seem much of a conversationist; all the better, she didn`t need be near someone that was willing to make friends. Out of all the people she knew, she only had two people that she could actually call friends, the others were lost in her whirlwind of a life. Those two happened to be the same she nearly lost her life with; Riddick and Iman.
"Excuse me? Hello? I`m ready..Hello?"
The tone of a slightly irritated voice echoed in her mind, yet took more than a second to click. Abruptly she was pulled from her reflection that was pulling her back onto that awful planet. Slight thankfulness was replaced when she saw the irate face of a middle-aged man. Being blessed with a skill that allowed you to cut someone down without them even noticing till you walked off was something very useful and she used it quite often, which Jack would demonstrate now.
"I`m very sorry, sir, what would you like"
Her voice was overly sweet, intoxicated with silk and cream, she slightly bowed into his face, the comm. Register, which would be used to take his order poised close to her chest. The smile that alighted her face just reeked with fake politeness, intended so that he would remember her later on, and just what she did to him.
"I want a large 'burger and tries with a medium coffee.."
His tone knowingly mimicked hers, yet Jack could easily read that she made him uncomfortable. Another trait borrowed from Riddick, she could easily pick down any man that obstructed her path, physically and mentally.
"Very well, sir, I`ll be right back."
Jack continued with the masquerade, punching in his order with an accented punch on the last button with an even more disgustingly sweet model-like smile. She chipperly walked away, turning on her hill as she did so, heading for the opening behind the counter. She thrust the small computer into the receiver, waiting for the food to come. One hand supported her wait on the counter, rapping irritably whilst the over was perched on her hip. Angry glares sent man people baking away from her. Soon enough, a light appeared on a small button, alerting her that the food was ready. She jabbed at it, resulting in a panel to slide away and the food slowly made its way up, holder and all. She snatched it up and stalked towards the table and recipient of the food. Her smile washed away any sign of loathing for the man, yet he had already seen that she wasn`t one to be messed with and stammered a thank you. Just as Jack was heading away from the table, a chill trekked up her back, causing hair to stand up on her neck and arms. The familiar aura wafted to her, causing a twisting a turning in her stomach as butterflies performed a ballad. A dark brutal dance that pained her to the very core. That ravaged her mind and pulled her into black bliss.
This..him..what's..he doing..here..I
Shock waves were racing to her mind, falling to her legs, attempting to make her turn and face the origin of the emotions that were wracking her conscience, yet no feedback, so, no movement.
After so long..what do I do?
Ultimately she realized that the silly schoolgirl infatuation had obviously grown. Finally after a few seconds she had commanded her legs to move, yet upon that thought a towering form passed her. The oh so familiar scent flowed under her nose and wrapped around her body, implanting the aroma in her mind yet again, replacing the old. Unfortunately she had turned the wrong way, disallowing him to catch sight of her face. It was obvious that he wouldn`t remember her from the back since she allowed her hair to grow since cutting it.
Upon entering the small café, Riddick knew something of interest was in here, the very feel had tainted his mind, teasing him to enter. Instinct may it be, he knew that he had to investigate.
Jack beat the black haired girl to the table, she approached from behind. Lethargically Riddick turned his head, barely looking over his shoulder, yet it was enough to alert Jack of his intentions, in a soft sashay she was on the opposite, disallowing him to view her. A wicked expression played her face "And how may I help you today..?"
She made no attempt to mask her voice, slowing her pace all the more, coming up on his side. Riddick recognized it exactly, skillfully hiding any sides of surprise, yet Jack could tell by the way he minutely hardened his posture, he did it nearly every time he was hiding some sort of emotion, which seemed to be often.
"I don`t know, what do ya got?"
A brisk wave of reassurance hit Jack hard and quick, nearly causing her to lose her pose and pushed tears to her eyes, yet she refused them to victory of falling. How could he just walk in here and talk like her never left? Was it just her obsession that made her think that she would be of any importance to him? Clearing her thought, making sure that she didn`t sound any different, she continued.
"We have many things, sir, you may take this menu and decide, perhaps I will come back when you`re finished."
Her tone was strictly professional, nearly making a smile appear on Riddicks face, yet it was hidden, much like everything else, beaten down and reigned, never to be seen, only to be felt. Riddick accepted the menu without looking up at Jack. He knew it may hurt her, but if anyone of importance were to chance onto the scene and see him conversing with any person, they would immediately take her. He barely stole a glimpse, yet it was enough to prove that she had indeed grown, and grow she did, curves and walk of finest of women. Something more, though, clouded her physique, familiar, yet distant, a shell if you may, like she was hiding. Apart from the world and those around her, like she had stolen herself away and kept others from her. A shadowy gloom replaced the once lively girl that had tried so hard to be just like him. Something had obviously changed.
Jack could barely hold herself back from running back to him, the one that had rimmed her thoughts for too long. She knew this game, want would turn into hate, and she would detest him for being what he was. She played it so often that it bruised her inside, yet she knew that in order to remain how she was, she must attain she composer and go on. Still, she wanted, needed, to go back to him. Within a matter of seconds Riddick was waving her over. All too quickly she was at his table, standing on the side, peering down, awaiting his order.
"You don`t suppose the coffee here is any good, do you?"
Riddick made the mistake of looking up at Jack. It was obvious, even through her attempts to mask it; she clearly wanted to do more than take his order. Pain stung behind her stone mask, scratching and tearing behind her dark green eyes, which seemed to have grown cold in a matter a seconds upon seeing him look up at her.
"It`s.fine.."
Jacks tone, though cold and monotonous, still retained a form of regal. Time and again she bit back words that wanted to flow freely, yet she wouldn`t allow it. She had tried too hard to hide her emotions, much like him, yet it troubled her. She never knew it would be so difficult to leash one of the most powerful things that was bestowed to her. How did he do it so well? This, the ultimate test so far, was one of the hardest things that she put herself through, and he was, not doing a damned thing.
"Fine, I`ll have it dark.."
Calmness still swept over him as he handed the translucent menu to Jack, yet slipping with it a small piece of paper that he pushed against her finger. Jacks facial expressions nearly lept with uncontrolled excitement, knowing that this must have been some sort of sign, yet she still restrained all of it with oncoming expertise. Nonchalantly, she pushed the paper into her pants pocket.
"Very well"
The very tip of her mouth twitched upward, yet was quickly stowed away, Riddick saw, yet turned away with nothing more. Returning, Jacks mind swam with all sorts of questions yet she couldn`t concentrate on one long enough to answer it. On the outside it was as if nothing happened, yet all the while, her insides were dancing away to the melodic beat of the childhood infatuation, yet upgraded more than a few notches. Black, dreary monotony's form of a ballad that is. Years of no emotion had taken its toll, yet all for the better she thought. It was better that she had trained herself to be like this, much better. How foolish I am to think such thoughts, he only remembers me as but a child, it`s nothing. Jack told herself this over and over again till she truly believed it. Upon returning with the coffee nothing was exchanged.
The storeowner approached with a small computer, informing her that she had done enough and her shift was over. The second waitress was already on her way out. Taking her card she pushed it through the slit on the side of the computer, updating her system with money. Jack nodded and went into the back to put the apron away. While coming out she noticed that Riddick was already gone, the nearly full coffee cup sitting on the table. Stone cold, nothing of her appearance changed, inside, it was nearly the same, she didn`t even acknowledge this much.
Walking out of café, it was well into the night. The busy diner must have left her dead to what was going on outside. Pushing her hands into her pockets, Jack set her mind onto what Riddick had planned. Absently pulling the piece of paper out of her pocket, she read quickly.
The alley between Insomnia and Elcipe
True she had only been her half a day, yet she recognized the one of the building. The Elcipe was brilliantly decorated with strange mirrors and bright colors, so Insomnia must have been the duller building beside it. Easy enough, it was on the same street, just down a bit.
Even at the later hours of the night the sidewalks were still a bit crowded, and made Jack wonder just how people got around during rush hour. She obviously must have missed it. Only a few buildings down she found the infamous build Elcipe. Insomnia was on the further side. The anticipation was causing Jacks stomach to rip into shreds, she didn`t know how long she would be able to hold herself back from leaping into Riddicks arms to moment she saw him. Rounding the corner, she immediately stepped into darkness. Ah, just how Riddick liked it, dark and scary, this must have been the way he killed all those people.
"Took you long enough.."
The voice was frighteningly proverbial, shaking Jack to the bone and threatening to disperse of her well-laid mask. The shine of his eyes was now visible as he walked closer. Under his gaze she felt as if he was pulling each and every thread of her security blanket, and she liked it. His careful scrutiny, over powering, comforting, and scary all at the same time, excited Jack in way that noone else had before.
"You`re so kind after so long, haven`t changed a bit."
Her tone matched that of cold sarcasm, Riddick caught on instantly. His eyes traced her form, the out-like on her frame easily seen through slightly dirty, thin clothing that adorned her body. The clothes made no difference, she was noticeably beautiful nonetheless. So different from the last time he laid eyes on her, it was as if it wasn`t the same person, even the air about her flowed a different way. Yet he knew it was her, the same face, same talk, it must have been her. Jack was careful with everything, even down to how she stood before him. It was impossible to see what he was thinking, yet the eerie gleam on his eyes gave way the fact that it wasn't her face he was looking at. The tip of her mouth curved in satisfaction that he was apparently pleased with the way she looked.
"Now now, no need to be like that, I know there`s some explaining to do.." "You bet your ass there is some, and you'd better get started.."
A ghostly smile lit Riddicks face with her fiery comment, relieved that she didn`t truly lock herself away. All the while though, he knew that that was a possibility, and something urged him to make sure it didn`t happen.