Disclaimer: HE`s in my house! Tied under my bed with a gab in his mouth,
I`ve captured Vin Diesel. Yes, yes, I know, obsessive compulsive disorder.
But hey, if YOU had the chance? Lol`s, Pitch Black wasn`t my idea.. -.-
Cold, Distant, many things could describe it.. This dreary place that I`ve hidden myself into.. Chained down into the depths of this lost world. Yet I know where I am, And I know what I`ve done. I voluntarily swallowed the key.
I`m setting myself away from society, Just like him, Always, Just like him, I want to prove that I can do it.
So I stay here in the blackened, morbid world That I, myself created. Ignoring any signs of help.
Jack stared with cold eyes at the man before her. Nearly resenting him with the way her tantalized her. Even if it was her chaotic thoughts that made her do it, it was him to begin with. Then there was him himself. Masterfully pieced together like some perfect jig saw puzzle, and she couldn`t help but love him. Love? Was that what it was? Must have been with the way he clouded her thoughts and distorted her thinking patterns.
"Fine, I`ve been noticing some people, they`ve been on every planet that I`ve moved to, and I can`t seem to shake them."
"Is there a reason you`re trying to get me involved..?"
She knew she didn`t mean those words, yet a million possibilities flooded her mind of how it could be her fault if these people had damaging thoughts. How she would unknowingly lead them to him, or they could very well force her. If they tried, she would simply kill herself in the act.
"No, that`s why I slipped you the paper instead of looking like I knew you."
Jack couldn`t help but take a step closer, attempting to get a better look, her brows creased and eyes squinted in the dark, peering up at the reflecting gaze that appeared reddish pink in the dark. Riddick held his breathe when seeing her cold gaze looking up at him, he couldn`t believe how much she'd changed since the last time he'd layed eyes on her. So, how might one say, womanly. With all the curves that one could anatomically possess. He nearly unknowingly begin to reach out in the dark. She was close; nearly close enough to fell the breath. Riddicks face remained an unreadable mask, unsure of whether she could see him or not, yet he was able to see every inch, nearly wishing there were some way to get x-ray vision in the reflectors, maybe one day he'd be able to see through feminine clothing, such dirty thoughts that he possessed, yet loved every minute of them.
Jacks heart pounded in her ears, still attempting to remain unreadable. She knew he'd one day be able to read her thoughts if she let her guard down, yet who was to say she'd ever see him again. Nearly shamefully, she attempts to think up an excuse to make sure that she would stay with him. Even in her jumbled thoughts, her hand began to rise to his face. Still she was nearly unable to depict his features in the ally way.
Slowly, Riddicks fingers brushed the thin shirt that clung limply onto her torso. Jacks hand shot back to her side, trying not to show signs of emotion, yet she could barely hold back tears that threatened to fall. She couldn't help but want to leave with him. Her life had been shit since she walked away from Imams home and here was her chance, she couldn`t fathom what would happen when he left. He so damned confused her, hated, and loved him at the same time, and he had no idea what was going on with her.
"Take me with you"
Her voice choked as she forced it through her lips, she sounded raspy as she tried, nearly futilely, to speak. It came in a small whisper that barely touched Riddicks ears. Slowly, her ice wall begins to crack. So much pressure she put upon it, it was no wonder that all these years it grew so thick, and now, finally, with a single appearance by a long lost friend, no, unknown love, it shrinked.
"What?"
"Please, I want to go with you, you..can`t realize.."
I singular tear escaped as her eyes were cast down, no longer was she able to look at him.
"I'm sure I could.."
Again, her wall grew, defense came to its height. How? How would he know? It's been hell and he wasn't even here. He couldn't begin to grasp the shit I've been through.
"No, you wouldn't, you can't, it's impossible, and..and.."
She could feel the overflow begin, slow at first. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold it back any longer. She'd been waiting, ever so long and here he was, right in front of her. She wouldn't even try to close the gate on what she was about to let loose. Her tone even surprised her, angry, filled with hate after years of sojourning across the galaxy, alone, always alone.
"And you weren't even there to help me! I`ve been a homeless wreck since I left and I`ve been through so much shit that I've hidden everything, everything from everyone!. Why?! Why weren't you there when I needed you the most?"
Tears were streaming down her face, down she went, crumbled into a piteous heap that she was afraid to fall into for so long, and there she was. Down at his feet like a small child, but suddenly she didn't care. No longer was she able to control. Although something in the back of her mind was still holding the chains, getting ready to pull her back. It was she.
Riddick bent down, grabbing her around the waist and hoisting her into his arms. Looking down as she sobbed into his shirt, he realized, truly there must have been something that made her like this. Surely she wouldn't it to herself. A tinge of an emotion that had been locked away was abruptly, unexpectedly released. It remained anonymous.
Jack had fallen into an exhausted, dreamless sleep. She hadn't truly expected to open the floodgate, and after about thirty minutes of uncontrolled weeping she played herself out. Riddick, carefully, took her to the nearby spacestation that she only recently been at, and down to his spaceship that was settled there. Paranoia was everywhere to him, and he couldn't help but repeatedly look over both shoulders as he walked down the window framed hall.
By the time Jack had woken they were already in the cosmos. The far off sound of the hyper drive was evident in the quarters that she was placed in. It took a second for her to get her bearings before her heart leapt into her throat. Excitement, fright, and wonderment clouded her thoughts, disabling any true plans to be ployed on just what she was going to do upon exiting the caller cabin. When pushing down the covers she realized she was wrapped in a robe, her original clothing casted to the side of the room, no care, apparently given, to folding, yet they did look strikingly cleaner. Before they were dingy, sticky, and all out filthy, reeked with more than a couple of days of no deodorant. Suddenly a flash of anger hit her. Where did he get the right to undress -her-?!
Light green eyes abruptly turned steely and darker as she stormed from the cabin. Riddick was positioned on a small booth, legs thrown onto the table, one over the other. His eyes never trailed from the flex screen he was observing.
"You have some explaining to do."
Her voice smoothly, yet dangerously cool, flowed to his ears. Taking another second to look at the screen, Riddicks eyes strayed to her face. Anger was evident in ever corner that she displayed.
"More? I thought you wanted me to take you.."
His tone purposely didn`t hide the sarcasm.
"Not that, Bitch, undressing me without my permission!"
"Sorry, you stank.."
Jacks eyes revealed a more dangerous glare that amused Riddick, pissing Jack off even more.
"I suggest a bath is in order, I`m sure it would be appreciated by both parties."
Riddick gave a wry smirk before returning to the screen. Jack stomped away, turning and entering the shower. Ah, hot water, such a luxury. It had been a while since she enjoyed a steamy shower, though a bath would be even better, yet there was none on the ship. Without more thought put to it, Jack turned the water and let it slide down her body, mostly hot water, trying to get the want out of her system.
The water was audible running through the pipes, and curiosity was evident to Riddick. He tried not to take advantage of Jack, not looking at anything in particular whilst undressing her, holding back the want to caress the ivory skin that was displayed. Even if instinct told him to, he held back, quickly slipping the filthy clothing off and pushing her into the robe. Even now he cursed himself for not peaking. Damn morals.. I`ve seen it before, nothing special this time.. Even with his chidings, he still couldn`t help himself. His mind strayed back to earlier that night. What had possessed him then to actually reach out like that? A need to touch her then and there. Childish, he told himself, it`s nothing different from all the other ladies he had been with. Those who threw themselves at him. Finding him the tall dark and mysterious type of guy. And now, sweet little innocent Jack, all grown up and drawing him to her. He knew it would be dangerous bringing her along.
Jacks mind run over and over again with the same thought. Breaking down like that, weakness, weakness. It bounced back and forth, over and over again. The chains were drawn tighter, pulling her closer to obsidian depths. It must be fixed. Weakness is a problem and must be eliminated. Another layer was added to Jacks aura, something more that would keep her from society. A cold distinct proof that she wasn't the normal person walking on the street. After reveling into the luxury of hot water she exited and realized that there weren't any towels available. Strange, I could have sworn I saw one..Jacks brows creased in slight confusion. Riddick smirked evilly to himself. Genius, genius it was to steal the towel. He would soon be getting another chance to correct his mistake.
"Riddick! I know what you do did! Bring it back!"
Riddick smirked, and slowly made his way to the bathroom, at first thinking if it would be a good idea take off his shirt. In the end, the shirt remained on. As soon as he pushed the button to open the bathroom door, along with a billow of steam came the strangest chill. It rolled over his back and down his spine, making his stomach twist. Unfortunatly the room had too much steam to be able to really see anything of interest, only the out-line of her bare body.
"Bitch.., leave it on the sink.."
Jack mumbled, irritancy could be detected, yet again, amusing Riddick.
"You're a very angry girl, ya know that?"
"Ya, I know, you don`t have to make yourself look like an ass, if you wanted a peek all you had to do was ask.."
Jacks comment surprised Riddick, completely emptying his mind of possible comebacks. With the regular hoe on the street, it would have been so much more easier, yet this, this is Jack! The girl that once looked up to him like a mentor, and her she is, offering herself.
"R-really?"
Riddick found it difficult to find his voice.
"No! Now hurry up and get out.. I would have thought your sights were filled the first time.."
Her voice mumbled again. It was easy to tell that her hands her placed on her hips.
Close? Maybe..Short? Maybe..can`t tell -.- Ok so, I`ve ran it over my mind and realized how easy it is to get Jack into Riddicks pants. Yet, I know most of you wouldn`t like that, so tell me, NC-17 or no?
Cold, Distant, many things could describe it.. This dreary place that I`ve hidden myself into.. Chained down into the depths of this lost world. Yet I know where I am, And I know what I`ve done. I voluntarily swallowed the key.
I`m setting myself away from society, Just like him, Always, Just like him, I want to prove that I can do it.
So I stay here in the blackened, morbid world That I, myself created. Ignoring any signs of help.
Jack stared with cold eyes at the man before her. Nearly resenting him with the way her tantalized her. Even if it was her chaotic thoughts that made her do it, it was him to begin with. Then there was him himself. Masterfully pieced together like some perfect jig saw puzzle, and she couldn`t help but love him. Love? Was that what it was? Must have been with the way he clouded her thoughts and distorted her thinking patterns.
"Fine, I`ve been noticing some people, they`ve been on every planet that I`ve moved to, and I can`t seem to shake them."
"Is there a reason you`re trying to get me involved..?"
She knew she didn`t mean those words, yet a million possibilities flooded her mind of how it could be her fault if these people had damaging thoughts. How she would unknowingly lead them to him, or they could very well force her. If they tried, she would simply kill herself in the act.
"No, that`s why I slipped you the paper instead of looking like I knew you."
Jack couldn`t help but take a step closer, attempting to get a better look, her brows creased and eyes squinted in the dark, peering up at the reflecting gaze that appeared reddish pink in the dark. Riddick held his breathe when seeing her cold gaze looking up at him, he couldn`t believe how much she'd changed since the last time he'd layed eyes on her. So, how might one say, womanly. With all the curves that one could anatomically possess. He nearly unknowingly begin to reach out in the dark. She was close; nearly close enough to fell the breath. Riddicks face remained an unreadable mask, unsure of whether she could see him or not, yet he was able to see every inch, nearly wishing there were some way to get x-ray vision in the reflectors, maybe one day he'd be able to see through feminine clothing, such dirty thoughts that he possessed, yet loved every minute of them.
Jacks heart pounded in her ears, still attempting to remain unreadable. She knew he'd one day be able to read her thoughts if she let her guard down, yet who was to say she'd ever see him again. Nearly shamefully, she attempts to think up an excuse to make sure that she would stay with him. Even in her jumbled thoughts, her hand began to rise to his face. Still she was nearly unable to depict his features in the ally way.
Slowly, Riddicks fingers brushed the thin shirt that clung limply onto her torso. Jacks hand shot back to her side, trying not to show signs of emotion, yet she could barely hold back tears that threatened to fall. She couldn't help but want to leave with him. Her life had been shit since she walked away from Imams home and here was her chance, she couldn`t fathom what would happen when he left. He so damned confused her, hated, and loved him at the same time, and he had no idea what was going on with her.
"Take me with you"
Her voice choked as she forced it through her lips, she sounded raspy as she tried, nearly futilely, to speak. It came in a small whisper that barely touched Riddicks ears. Slowly, her ice wall begins to crack. So much pressure she put upon it, it was no wonder that all these years it grew so thick, and now, finally, with a single appearance by a long lost friend, no, unknown love, it shrinked.
"What?"
"Please, I want to go with you, you..can`t realize.."
I singular tear escaped as her eyes were cast down, no longer was she able to look at him.
"I'm sure I could.."
Again, her wall grew, defense came to its height. How? How would he know? It's been hell and he wasn't even here. He couldn't begin to grasp the shit I've been through.
"No, you wouldn't, you can't, it's impossible, and..and.."
She could feel the overflow begin, slow at first. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold it back any longer. She'd been waiting, ever so long and here he was, right in front of her. She wouldn't even try to close the gate on what she was about to let loose. Her tone even surprised her, angry, filled with hate after years of sojourning across the galaxy, alone, always alone.
"And you weren't even there to help me! I`ve been a homeless wreck since I left and I`ve been through so much shit that I've hidden everything, everything from everyone!. Why?! Why weren't you there when I needed you the most?"
Tears were streaming down her face, down she went, crumbled into a piteous heap that she was afraid to fall into for so long, and there she was. Down at his feet like a small child, but suddenly she didn't care. No longer was she able to control. Although something in the back of her mind was still holding the chains, getting ready to pull her back. It was she.
Riddick bent down, grabbing her around the waist and hoisting her into his arms. Looking down as she sobbed into his shirt, he realized, truly there must have been something that made her like this. Surely she wouldn't it to herself. A tinge of an emotion that had been locked away was abruptly, unexpectedly released. It remained anonymous.
Jack had fallen into an exhausted, dreamless sleep. She hadn't truly expected to open the floodgate, and after about thirty minutes of uncontrolled weeping she played herself out. Riddick, carefully, took her to the nearby spacestation that she only recently been at, and down to his spaceship that was settled there. Paranoia was everywhere to him, and he couldn't help but repeatedly look over both shoulders as he walked down the window framed hall.
By the time Jack had woken they were already in the cosmos. The far off sound of the hyper drive was evident in the quarters that she was placed in. It took a second for her to get her bearings before her heart leapt into her throat. Excitement, fright, and wonderment clouded her thoughts, disabling any true plans to be ployed on just what she was going to do upon exiting the caller cabin. When pushing down the covers she realized she was wrapped in a robe, her original clothing casted to the side of the room, no care, apparently given, to folding, yet they did look strikingly cleaner. Before they were dingy, sticky, and all out filthy, reeked with more than a couple of days of no deodorant. Suddenly a flash of anger hit her. Where did he get the right to undress -her-?!
Light green eyes abruptly turned steely and darker as she stormed from the cabin. Riddick was positioned on a small booth, legs thrown onto the table, one over the other. His eyes never trailed from the flex screen he was observing.
"You have some explaining to do."
Her voice smoothly, yet dangerously cool, flowed to his ears. Taking another second to look at the screen, Riddicks eyes strayed to her face. Anger was evident in ever corner that she displayed.
"More? I thought you wanted me to take you.."
His tone purposely didn`t hide the sarcasm.
"Not that, Bitch, undressing me without my permission!"
"Sorry, you stank.."
Jacks eyes revealed a more dangerous glare that amused Riddick, pissing Jack off even more.
"I suggest a bath is in order, I`m sure it would be appreciated by both parties."
Riddick gave a wry smirk before returning to the screen. Jack stomped away, turning and entering the shower. Ah, hot water, such a luxury. It had been a while since she enjoyed a steamy shower, though a bath would be even better, yet there was none on the ship. Without more thought put to it, Jack turned the water and let it slide down her body, mostly hot water, trying to get the want out of her system.
The water was audible running through the pipes, and curiosity was evident to Riddick. He tried not to take advantage of Jack, not looking at anything in particular whilst undressing her, holding back the want to caress the ivory skin that was displayed. Even if instinct told him to, he held back, quickly slipping the filthy clothing off and pushing her into the robe. Even now he cursed himself for not peaking. Damn morals.. I`ve seen it before, nothing special this time.. Even with his chidings, he still couldn`t help himself. His mind strayed back to earlier that night. What had possessed him then to actually reach out like that? A need to touch her then and there. Childish, he told himself, it`s nothing different from all the other ladies he had been with. Those who threw themselves at him. Finding him the tall dark and mysterious type of guy. And now, sweet little innocent Jack, all grown up and drawing him to her. He knew it would be dangerous bringing her along.
Jacks mind run over and over again with the same thought. Breaking down like that, weakness, weakness. It bounced back and forth, over and over again. The chains were drawn tighter, pulling her closer to obsidian depths. It must be fixed. Weakness is a problem and must be eliminated. Another layer was added to Jacks aura, something more that would keep her from society. A cold distinct proof that she wasn't the normal person walking on the street. After reveling into the luxury of hot water she exited and realized that there weren't any towels available. Strange, I could have sworn I saw one..Jacks brows creased in slight confusion. Riddick smirked evilly to himself. Genius, genius it was to steal the towel. He would soon be getting another chance to correct his mistake.
"Riddick! I know what you do did! Bring it back!"
Riddick smirked, and slowly made his way to the bathroom, at first thinking if it would be a good idea take off his shirt. In the end, the shirt remained on. As soon as he pushed the button to open the bathroom door, along with a billow of steam came the strangest chill. It rolled over his back and down his spine, making his stomach twist. Unfortunatly the room had too much steam to be able to really see anything of interest, only the out-line of her bare body.
"Bitch.., leave it on the sink.."
Jack mumbled, irritancy could be detected, yet again, amusing Riddick.
"You're a very angry girl, ya know that?"
"Ya, I know, you don`t have to make yourself look like an ass, if you wanted a peek all you had to do was ask.."
Jacks comment surprised Riddick, completely emptying his mind of possible comebacks. With the regular hoe on the street, it would have been so much more easier, yet this, this is Jack! The girl that once looked up to him like a mentor, and her she is, offering herself.
"R-really?"
Riddick found it difficult to find his voice.
"No! Now hurry up and get out.. I would have thought your sights were filled the first time.."
Her voice mumbled again. It was easy to tell that her hands her placed on her hips.
Close? Maybe..Short? Maybe..can`t tell -.- Ok so, I`ve ran it over my mind and realized how easy it is to get Jack into Riddicks pants. Yet, I know most of you wouldn`t like that, so tell me, NC-17 or no?