Okay, I know this is the first chapter in…well along time. And since I started writing for Pitch Black again, I thought I might as well finish this one, since it got such great review. So here it is, the next chapter to…Revenge!
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The suns of New Mecca beat down on Riddicks head, his eyes hidden behind black goggles. He turned his back to the window and waited in line, a short African America woman in front of him. She handed the lady at the desk something and went her way, bags in hand.
Riddick moved up and looked at the woman; her sparkling blue eyes and fake smile beaming up at him.
" Hello Sir. How may I help you?"
" I need to get buy a ticket to Lestinya."
" Okay Sir, will that be round trip or will you be staying there?" she asked touching the screen in front of her.
" I'll be staying. But I want the latest flight. I need to attend some business here on New Mecca."
" Okay Sir, well the latest flight is at seven, that should get you to Lestinya by ten I believe. Does that work?"
" Yea, that's fine," he grunted.
" Okay Sir, I need your ID so I can print out the ticket?" She asked, her grin never faltering.
He got out his wallet and took out his card ID and handed it to her. The woman's eyes suddenly got wide as she looked at her screen.
Riddick raised an eyebrow, " What's wrong?" he growled.
The woman looked up, fear and surprise dancing across her features, but she quickly smiled again, " I'm terribly sorry. You just remind me of my late cousin, it wasn't until you gave me your ID that I finally saw the resemblance." She stared back down quickly.
He frowned but said nothing.
" Okay Mr. Anderson. Here's your ticket, that will five hundred and three credits." She asked with her palm extended.
He handed her the silver credits and grabbed the ticket.
" Enjoy your stay at new Mecca. Next." she said the to the man behind him.
Riddick walked into the booth and picked up the transmitter. He looked at the computer screen that was mounted on the plastic wall of the booth. He touched the on-screen keypad and seared for the only spaceport in Lestinya. The number popped up and began dialing. He picked up the transmitter and soon another blonde haired blue-eyed woman popped up.
" Hello Sir. You have reached Lestinya Space ways. How may I be of service?" she asked.
" I need to leave a message for Jaclyn Nerica."
Jack walked into the bustling lobby. She scowled at the happy couples kissing, hugging their loved ones. All the laughter, all the tears. It was sickening. She rolled her eyes and grabbed her bags. Her feel carried her to the message board; an electronic board with names of people who have messages. And sure enough, there her name was.
She walked over to a lady who looked almost exactly like the one back at the other spaceport. Damn Clones. She handed her Id to the woman, " Jaclyn Nerica." she said looking around, still staring a particular happy couple. How she envied them. She turned back to the woman as she spoke.
" Okay Ms. Nerica. Your message is in booth three," she said pointing to small booth behind her. Jaclyn picked up her bags and walking into the small white booth. She looked at the computer screen and watched the " Press for Message" sign blink. She tapped it and soon Riddicks face appeared. She took a deep breath and watched.
" Jaclyn. If your getting this message then you're just as clever as I hoped you were. Now, I'm sure to your dismay…" he said in a very condescending tone, " I am not on Lestinya." Jack nearly screamed. " The question is, where am I, and will I stay where I am. So Jack, I need you to go outside and there will be a hovercraft waiting for you. He will take you to a hotel, and well, you will see when you get there. I have…quite and interesting surprise there for you," he said with a menacing grin. " Now jack, remember. You can go back home anytime. Who knows, I could have been hiding in the closet at my house all along. So, what choice will you make?" She narrowed her eyes as she watched the background in the message. Her eyes got wide as large black hover crafts flew to the ground. Riddick turned away and growled, " Shit!" He dropped the transmitter. All Jack could see was the top of the booth and part of the wall. Her heartbeat began to speed up as she heard feet pounding and the door to the booth being pulled open. " Police, get the fuck down!" came a deep voice. Her eyes got wide as she heard shouts and screaming. " He got a weapon!" " Fuck, get the guns!" " Get back, get back!" Jack screamed as gunshots rang out. She pounded on the screen as she heard Riddick grunt.
" Get him in restraints now!"
" Riddick!" she screamed at the screen. Suddenly a face appeared above the transmitter looking down at it. The man bent down and picked it up. " He was sending a message. Get a trace on this, I want to fine out who this was too…" he growled as the screen went dead.