Chapter 12:
Jack sat on the cold floor and drew her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. She was scared, Riddick had never acted psycho to her before. But then again, he never stayed around long enough to. She shook her head, crying over Jeff wasn't going to help things now. She stood up shakily and walked around the room, everything was the same as before, now all she needed was to get out and find some sort of weapon. She tried the main doorway, but was sure it was locked. She fiddled with the handle for a moment before giving it up as an option as escape. She paused in her search of the room when she felt the ship take off. She was totally and royally screwed.
Riddick took the ship up and set in the course before briefly closing his eyes. What was wrong with him? Jack did something to him, and he was convinced it wasn't a good thing. He was almost tempted for a second to drop her off on the nearest planet and leave her be. He gave a wolfish grin, almost tempted was the key words. There was no way she was getting away, not after he went through all the trouble of getting her here. It was about time he got down to see his little guest.
Jack wondered around the room once more convinced that there was nothing there for her to use as a weapon, or a means to escape, and walked into the bathroom. After checking the door to Riddick's room to see if it held the key to her escape she started to search under the sink for anything useful. She had thrown out half of the contents before she found anything that might be useful, an old-fashion straight razor, why he had it was beyond her, but anything that helped get her out of here the better. She threw herself into corner of the wall as she heard the door to her room open and close again.
Riddick opened the door to Jack's room, half expecting to see a sobbing girl in the corner and half expected to be attacked. But when neither of these came true he was quite surprised, but then again, the reason showed itself when he looked around the room and found her missing. He swore under his breath before he saw the door to the bathroom open and the light being emitted from it. So his little prisoner was trying to hid from him, and not doing a very good job of it. He smiled again.
Jack heard the footsteps come closer to the bathroom door, and forced herself to not panic. She slid the razor into her pocket, realizing that there was no way she was going to be able to hurt Riddick without having the element of surprise. She pushed herself further into the corner of the wall and hoped that he was just checking up on her.
He stalked into the bathroom to find the contents of the bathroom thrown about the room. He growled slightly at the mess. His eyes roamed to the girl pressed into corner, her eyes were wide and slightly red from crying, her normally sleek hair was wild and messy, and to him she never looked more ravishing.
"Well hello Jackie. Done crying already?" He sneered out.
Okay, I'm extremely sorry about how long this part took to get out. I've got a bit of a writter's block on this, but I will try to get the next part out soon. (I've given up on promising that fact, that just seems to take me longer to do it.) But thanks again for all the reviews! Thery're great. And thank you all for keep up with this story and me!
Jack sat on the cold floor and drew her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. She was scared, Riddick had never acted psycho to her before. But then again, he never stayed around long enough to. She shook her head, crying over Jeff wasn't going to help things now. She stood up shakily and walked around the room, everything was the same as before, now all she needed was to get out and find some sort of weapon. She tried the main doorway, but was sure it was locked. She fiddled with the handle for a moment before giving it up as an option as escape. She paused in her search of the room when she felt the ship take off. She was totally and royally screwed.
Riddick took the ship up and set in the course before briefly closing his eyes. What was wrong with him? Jack did something to him, and he was convinced it wasn't a good thing. He was almost tempted for a second to drop her off on the nearest planet and leave her be. He gave a wolfish grin, almost tempted was the key words. There was no way she was getting away, not after he went through all the trouble of getting her here. It was about time he got down to see his little guest.
Jack wondered around the room once more convinced that there was nothing there for her to use as a weapon, or a means to escape, and walked into the bathroom. After checking the door to Riddick's room to see if it held the key to her escape she started to search under the sink for anything useful. She had thrown out half of the contents before she found anything that might be useful, an old-fashion straight razor, why he had it was beyond her, but anything that helped get her out of here the better. She threw herself into corner of the wall as she heard the door to her room open and close again.
Riddick opened the door to Jack's room, half expecting to see a sobbing girl in the corner and half expected to be attacked. But when neither of these came true he was quite surprised, but then again, the reason showed itself when he looked around the room and found her missing. He swore under his breath before he saw the door to the bathroom open and the light being emitted from it. So his little prisoner was trying to hid from him, and not doing a very good job of it. He smiled again.
Jack heard the footsteps come closer to the bathroom door, and forced herself to not panic. She slid the razor into her pocket, realizing that there was no way she was going to be able to hurt Riddick without having the element of surprise. She pushed herself further into the corner of the wall and hoped that he was just checking up on her.
He stalked into the bathroom to find the contents of the bathroom thrown about the room. He growled slightly at the mess. His eyes roamed to the girl pressed into corner, her eyes were wide and slightly red from crying, her normally sleek hair was wild and messy, and to him she never looked more ravishing.
"Well hello Jackie. Done crying already?" He sneered out.
Okay, I'm extremely sorry about how long this part took to get out. I've got a bit of a writter's block on this, but I will try to get the next part out soon. (I've given up on promising that fact, that just seems to take me longer to do it.) But thanks again for all the reviews! Thery're great. And thank you all for keep up with this story and me!