Chapter 18:
Jack threw her bag over her shoulder and wiped the tears that somehow had managed to form in the corner of her eyes. She
dropped the note on the bed and grabbed the shiv that Riddick had given back to her the other day as a sign that she could
be around them again. For a moment she wondered if she was overreacting or taking the easy way out. But she shook those
thoughts out of her head. Hell she didn't even really realize why she was leaving or why it was so upsetting that he didn't
love her, and just wanted her for sex. 'Because you love him' a part of her whispered. She shook her head, she did love him,
and he didn't love her. Oh god, she loved him from the beginning, that was the problem, that's how it all started. She
moaned, she wanted to feel the knife again. Later, she promised herself. She snuck out of the room and down the hall,
everyone seemed to be upstairs, she took another look around and sighed. She opened the door and walked out.
Riddick knocked on the door to Jack's room, and waited. Where the fuck was she. He sighed and entered, he didn't have the
patience to wait. He walked in and looked around, where the hell was all of her stuff? He looked around again, the white
piece of paper on her bed caught his eye. He grabbed the note and read it silently. Fucking hell! She left, she dared to
leave, after all he did for her! She was as bad as Jeff! He snarled and crumpled the note and dropped it on her bed. He
walked out the door smashing his fist into the wall as he did. Fuck this.
Chole grumbled as she hurried back towards the ship, Riddick just called her and informed her that they were leaving in an
hour and she'd best get her ass back to the ship. She hurried down the alleyway and stopped suddenly. She was only two
minutes away from the ship and Jack was laying on the ground of the alleyway, bleeding from her wrists. Jeff was sitting in
front of her, trying to hold up her wrists and apply pressure at the same time.
Jeff looked behind him, Chole was standing there, oh god. He looked back to Jack, the paramedics would be there soon. He
couldn't believe she would do this to herself. He had followed her since she left the ship. He never expected her to do
this.
Chole move forward to help, but was cut off by Jeff. "Just go, she's dead anyways."
His voice was rough and he sounded like he was gonna be sick.
"Oh god." Her voice came out as a whisper.
"Go!" He said a bit louder, almost angry. "There's nothing you can do."
"What do I tell Riddick?" She whispered. She wanted to leave so badly, but she couldn't leave it at that.
"Nothing, tell him nothing. You never saw her, never even knew she left." He looked at her as he said this.
She nodded slightly and turned around, she no longer wanted to go that way, she'd take the long way from now on. She
started to run, she was going to be late if she didn't hurry.
The End
Okay, I do have an idea in mind for a sequel, but i'll only start it if your intrested...
Jack threw her bag over her shoulder and wiped the tears that somehow had managed to form in the corner of her eyes. She
dropped the note on the bed and grabbed the shiv that Riddick had given back to her the other day as a sign that she could
be around them again. For a moment she wondered if she was overreacting or taking the easy way out. But she shook those
thoughts out of her head. Hell she didn't even really realize why she was leaving or why it was so upsetting that he didn't
love her, and just wanted her for sex. 'Because you love him' a part of her whispered. She shook her head, she did love him,
and he didn't love her. Oh god, she loved him from the beginning, that was the problem, that's how it all started. She
moaned, she wanted to feel the knife again. Later, she promised herself. She snuck out of the room and down the hall,
everyone seemed to be upstairs, she took another look around and sighed. She opened the door and walked out.
Riddick knocked on the door to Jack's room, and waited. Where the fuck was she. He sighed and entered, he didn't have the
patience to wait. He walked in and looked around, where the hell was all of her stuff? He looked around again, the white
piece of paper on her bed caught his eye. He grabbed the note and read it silently. Fucking hell! She left, she dared to
leave, after all he did for her! She was as bad as Jeff! He snarled and crumpled the note and dropped it on her bed. He
walked out the door smashing his fist into the wall as he did. Fuck this.
Chole grumbled as she hurried back towards the ship, Riddick just called her and informed her that they were leaving in an
hour and she'd best get her ass back to the ship. She hurried down the alleyway and stopped suddenly. She was only two
minutes away from the ship and Jack was laying on the ground of the alleyway, bleeding from her wrists. Jeff was sitting in
front of her, trying to hold up her wrists and apply pressure at the same time.
Jeff looked behind him, Chole was standing there, oh god. He looked back to Jack, the paramedics would be there soon. He
couldn't believe she would do this to herself. He had followed her since she left the ship. He never expected her to do
this.
Chole move forward to help, but was cut off by Jeff. "Just go, she's dead anyways."
His voice was rough and he sounded like he was gonna be sick.
"Oh god." Her voice came out as a whisper.
"Go!" He said a bit louder, almost angry. "There's nothing you can do."
"What do I tell Riddick?" She whispered. She wanted to leave so badly, but she couldn't leave it at that.
"Nothing, tell him nothing. You never saw her, never even knew she left." He looked at her as he said this.
She nodded slightly and turned around, she no longer wanted to go that way, she'd take the long way from now on. She
started to run, she was going to be late if she didn't hurry.
The End
Okay, I do have an idea in mind for a sequel, but i'll only start it if your intrested...