Vendetta
Chapter 2
She didn't know it, but he was at the club, hidden in the shadows, watching her. She danced, he watched, she pick pocketed who ever she dance with and he watched. The she would carefully decide who to sit beside at the bar, and they would buy her a drink and he watched. He observed and learned about her. Jack had grown into a beautiful woman. He was impressed and mesmerized. She danced so sexy and pick pocketed so carefully. He was speechless and for a moment he wanted her.
She had to admit, she was disappointed she didn't see him there. She was constantly searching for him. Eventually she gave up. She was on the job and it was best she concentrated.
At 12:30 Riddick left the club. He was glad to be out. Club life wasn't really for him. He headed for the Bronton. He got there at 1:00 and threatened the manager for an extra key to Jacks room. He got it, went into Jacks room and waited.
She was tiered and Three hundred and Twenty-six dollars richer when she finally got to her room. The sound of the door being unlocked startled Riddick awake.
She went inside and closed the door. She paused to look around the dark room. Her eyes, not adjusted yet, didn't see Riddick, but she guessed he might be there. She dropped her key on the table and reached for the light switch.
"Don't." His voice startled her, but a smile came upon her face.
She looked around the room, her eyes still trying to work. He was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. Staring at her with his goggles on his forehead. She stood up straight and stared at him.
She clenched her fists. She was extremely nervous, but tried not to show it. She walked past him towards the bathroom but was stopped by his hand.
"Its too dark. And I'm to tired to force my eyes to adjust. I'm just going to turn the bathroom light on so I can see. Don't worry its not bright."
He let her go and she turned the bathroom light on. She stayed there for a second thinking of what to do. She went to the side of the bed. She reached under it and pulled out black backpack and placed it on the bed. She sat at the end of the bed and stared at Riddick.
"So Jack. How much did you make tonight?" He turned his chair to face her.
She took her left boot. She turned it upside down and clicked open the heel and dumped what was in it on the bed. "About a hundred dollars in each heel. Another hundred or so in other places. Around Three hundred Twenty-six. She emptied her other boot.
"Pretty good." He leaned forward looking at her and the money.
"Yup." She got money from her back pants pocket, between her breasts, the back neck of her shirt and slowly she reached down her pants, pulling out a few Twenty's from between her legs.
"What else do you keep under there?" He gazed at her.
"Wouldn't you like to know." She turned her back to him and began organizing her money.
Doing that showed guts. It's dangerous to turn your back on such and experienced killer like Riddick. He admired her for that. At the same time his animal instinct tried to kick in. His urge to grab her, turn her around, and rip her clothes off with his teeth was incredible. But he had to control it. This was Jack in front of him. Her body swaying lightly in the dim light.
She knew he wanted to grab her. After spending a few weeks with him a few years ago, she knew how he thought. And learned a lot from that.
She wanted him too, but wouldn't dare. And because of the hurt he caused her that long time ago she was going to make him suffer. She slowly crawled up the bed to her bag.
Riddick let out a fake cough to calm himself. "So what have you been doin' these past years?" He clenched his fists.
His deep voice startled her a little and she turned around. She was going to answer him, but one look in his eyes and all her childish puppy love dreams came back to haunt her. She stared at him. He sat tall in the chair, his newly shaved head, stubble on his chin and shinned eyes shone beautifully. She wanted him only a little more the wanted her.
Realizing she had been staring at him for a while, she woke her self up and began rummaging threw her bag. "I've been making my way. Traveling anywhere and everywhere." She shrugged her shoulders. "What have you been up to?"
"Well…two years in the army with a hunk of metal around my ankle. A year looking for you. Then…." He paused and moved on the bed staring at the money. "then just living…moving around-"
"With Cabos and that guy." She interrupted, her voice sounded angry with a hint of jealousy.
"Yah, and about ten others. We've been searching for a few renegade and enemy soldiers.
"I thought you were going to quite the army as soon as your parole was up."
"Yah, but I need to find some of my old friends and the army has good tacking devices. So I use them secretly to contact my jail buddies."
"Oh. And you…and Cabos are…" She looked into silver eyes.
"Just friends. That 'other guy' is her boyfriend." He returned her stare.
"Mmm hmm." She didn't believe him and he knew it. She began to rummage threw her things again until he grabbed her hands.
"Jack." He said as calmly as he could, and she looked into his eyes. She began to feel weak knees. Which didn't matter too much since she was sitting down. "Why didn't you just go with Imam?"
She looked away from his piercing eyes to her bigger then before but still small hands covered in his big paws. "I knew you wouldn't come back for me and I didn't want to be left alone in the world. Not again. Not by you."
A little tear fell from her eye and he caught it with his thumb, placing the rest of his hand on her chin. I wasn't going to leave you there. I was going to come back for you. I did. And I went looking for you…for a year!"
She pushed his hand away. "If I hadn't run off you wouldn't have come to get me." Before he could say anything, she continued again. "Even if I stayed and you came to get me. What would you have done with me? What could a big strong mass-murderer do with a scrawny little runaway who didn't know what to do with her self?"
"I don't know." He thought for a minute getting confuse and angry at her questions. "Maybe you could have tagged along with me. I could have trained you to be like…you are now. Maybe better, I don't know." He grabbed her chin again so she had to look at him. "But Jack I would have come for you." She turned her face not wanting to look at him any more.
"Or maybe you just like being solitary. Being on your own. Looking out for number one. Not having to worry about others. Not having someone care for you. Sometimes its nice having someone to talk to. You look less crazy and stay sane longer when you have someone to plot your plans with and talk to."
"You're a solitary guy. The say you always spend time only with your self. You kill anyone that gets too close."
"That's cause there stupid. I never spend more then four months by myself. I just don't spend time with what they called civilized people. I've spent four years with the crazy army guys. I'm only alone in my mind."
"Just leave Riddick." She turned sideways, her feet hanging over the edge.
"Come on Jack. What else can I say?" He stood up and walked around to face her. "Why are you so mad at me? Jack talk to me." She didn't say anything, didn't even look at him and it was making him angry making his animal side kick in.
"Just go."
IN one quick swift movement he pushed her flat on the bed. Her body pinned between the bed and Riddick. Her hands pinned by one of his. Her legs pinned by his. The look in her eyes was anger not fear. She wasn't afraid at all. He knew she wouldn't be, but he wanted to trap her.
"Jack, just tell me what's wrong with you!" He tightened his grip on her. She gasped for air at his sudden roughness. "Get off me."
"Answer the question." He shook her a little.
"Why do you care?"
"Answer me god damn it! What's wrong with you? Why won't you talk to me?"
"I don't know" Tears began to blur her vision.
"What?"
"I don't know what's wrong with me." She squeezed her eyes to flush out the tears.
"Is it drugs?"
"No."
"Are you being beaten by some guy?"
"Besides you? No."
"Are you being threatened by some one? Not to find me I hope."
"No."
"Then what?" He was getting angry again.
"I…I don't know."
He sighed a deep sigh to calm himself down. "Why are you so mad at me. And don't say you don't know, cause I know you do!"
"Because…because."
"Because!?" He was growing impatient.
"Because…you rejected, left me…left with those army people and that Cabos whore and-"
"Cabos is no whore." He roughly interrupted.
"Fine. And I…I missed you, and I was angry that you didn't want me, and I thought I could turn-"
A loud knock came from the door. "Riddick! Riddick are you in there!?"
Jack rolled her eyes recognizing that voice. Riddick sighed. Before he got off the bed he gave her a gentle kiss on her painted red lips. She laid there for a moment motionless. Her heart pounding out of her chest.
Chapter 2
She didn't know it, but he was at the club, hidden in the shadows, watching her. She danced, he watched, she pick pocketed who ever she dance with and he watched. The she would carefully decide who to sit beside at the bar, and they would buy her a drink and he watched. He observed and learned about her. Jack had grown into a beautiful woman. He was impressed and mesmerized. She danced so sexy and pick pocketed so carefully. He was speechless and for a moment he wanted her.
She had to admit, she was disappointed she didn't see him there. She was constantly searching for him. Eventually she gave up. She was on the job and it was best she concentrated.
At 12:30 Riddick left the club. He was glad to be out. Club life wasn't really for him. He headed for the Bronton. He got there at 1:00 and threatened the manager for an extra key to Jacks room. He got it, went into Jacks room and waited.
She was tiered and Three hundred and Twenty-six dollars richer when she finally got to her room. The sound of the door being unlocked startled Riddick awake.
She went inside and closed the door. She paused to look around the dark room. Her eyes, not adjusted yet, didn't see Riddick, but she guessed he might be there. She dropped her key on the table and reached for the light switch.
"Don't." His voice startled her, but a smile came upon her face.
She looked around the room, her eyes still trying to work. He was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. Staring at her with his goggles on his forehead. She stood up straight and stared at him.
She clenched her fists. She was extremely nervous, but tried not to show it. She walked past him towards the bathroom but was stopped by his hand.
"Its too dark. And I'm to tired to force my eyes to adjust. I'm just going to turn the bathroom light on so I can see. Don't worry its not bright."
He let her go and she turned the bathroom light on. She stayed there for a second thinking of what to do. She went to the side of the bed. She reached under it and pulled out black backpack and placed it on the bed. She sat at the end of the bed and stared at Riddick.
"So Jack. How much did you make tonight?" He turned his chair to face her.
She took her left boot. She turned it upside down and clicked open the heel and dumped what was in it on the bed. "About a hundred dollars in each heel. Another hundred or so in other places. Around Three hundred Twenty-six. She emptied her other boot.
"Pretty good." He leaned forward looking at her and the money.
"Yup." She got money from her back pants pocket, between her breasts, the back neck of her shirt and slowly she reached down her pants, pulling out a few Twenty's from between her legs.
"What else do you keep under there?" He gazed at her.
"Wouldn't you like to know." She turned her back to him and began organizing her money.
Doing that showed guts. It's dangerous to turn your back on such and experienced killer like Riddick. He admired her for that. At the same time his animal instinct tried to kick in. His urge to grab her, turn her around, and rip her clothes off with his teeth was incredible. But he had to control it. This was Jack in front of him. Her body swaying lightly in the dim light.
She knew he wanted to grab her. After spending a few weeks with him a few years ago, she knew how he thought. And learned a lot from that.
She wanted him too, but wouldn't dare. And because of the hurt he caused her that long time ago she was going to make him suffer. She slowly crawled up the bed to her bag.
Riddick let out a fake cough to calm himself. "So what have you been doin' these past years?" He clenched his fists.
His deep voice startled her a little and she turned around. She was going to answer him, but one look in his eyes and all her childish puppy love dreams came back to haunt her. She stared at him. He sat tall in the chair, his newly shaved head, stubble on his chin and shinned eyes shone beautifully. She wanted him only a little more the wanted her.
Realizing she had been staring at him for a while, she woke her self up and began rummaging threw her bag. "I've been making my way. Traveling anywhere and everywhere." She shrugged her shoulders. "What have you been up to?"
"Well…two years in the army with a hunk of metal around my ankle. A year looking for you. Then…." He paused and moved on the bed staring at the money. "then just living…moving around-"
"With Cabos and that guy." She interrupted, her voice sounded angry with a hint of jealousy.
"Yah, and about ten others. We've been searching for a few renegade and enemy soldiers.
"I thought you were going to quite the army as soon as your parole was up."
"Yah, but I need to find some of my old friends and the army has good tacking devices. So I use them secretly to contact my jail buddies."
"Oh. And you…and Cabos are…" She looked into silver eyes.
"Just friends. That 'other guy' is her boyfriend." He returned her stare.
"Mmm hmm." She didn't believe him and he knew it. She began to rummage threw her things again until he grabbed her hands.
"Jack." He said as calmly as he could, and she looked into his eyes. She began to feel weak knees. Which didn't matter too much since she was sitting down. "Why didn't you just go with Imam?"
She looked away from his piercing eyes to her bigger then before but still small hands covered in his big paws. "I knew you wouldn't come back for me and I didn't want to be left alone in the world. Not again. Not by you."
A little tear fell from her eye and he caught it with his thumb, placing the rest of his hand on her chin. I wasn't going to leave you there. I was going to come back for you. I did. And I went looking for you…for a year!"
She pushed his hand away. "If I hadn't run off you wouldn't have come to get me." Before he could say anything, she continued again. "Even if I stayed and you came to get me. What would you have done with me? What could a big strong mass-murderer do with a scrawny little runaway who didn't know what to do with her self?"
"I don't know." He thought for a minute getting confuse and angry at her questions. "Maybe you could have tagged along with me. I could have trained you to be like…you are now. Maybe better, I don't know." He grabbed her chin again so she had to look at him. "But Jack I would have come for you." She turned her face not wanting to look at him any more.
"Or maybe you just like being solitary. Being on your own. Looking out for number one. Not having to worry about others. Not having someone care for you. Sometimes its nice having someone to talk to. You look less crazy and stay sane longer when you have someone to plot your plans with and talk to."
"You're a solitary guy. The say you always spend time only with your self. You kill anyone that gets too close."
"That's cause there stupid. I never spend more then four months by myself. I just don't spend time with what they called civilized people. I've spent four years with the crazy army guys. I'm only alone in my mind."
"Just leave Riddick." She turned sideways, her feet hanging over the edge.
"Come on Jack. What else can I say?" He stood up and walked around to face her. "Why are you so mad at me? Jack talk to me." She didn't say anything, didn't even look at him and it was making him angry making his animal side kick in.
"Just go."
IN one quick swift movement he pushed her flat on the bed. Her body pinned between the bed and Riddick. Her hands pinned by one of his. Her legs pinned by his. The look in her eyes was anger not fear. She wasn't afraid at all. He knew she wouldn't be, but he wanted to trap her.
"Jack, just tell me what's wrong with you!" He tightened his grip on her. She gasped for air at his sudden roughness. "Get off me."
"Answer the question." He shook her a little.
"Why do you care?"
"Answer me god damn it! What's wrong with you? Why won't you talk to me?"
"I don't know" Tears began to blur her vision.
"What?"
"I don't know what's wrong with me." She squeezed her eyes to flush out the tears.
"Is it drugs?"
"No."
"Are you being beaten by some guy?"
"Besides you? No."
"Are you being threatened by some one? Not to find me I hope."
"No."
"Then what?" He was getting angry again.
"I…I don't know."
He sighed a deep sigh to calm himself down. "Why are you so mad at me. And don't say you don't know, cause I know you do!"
"Because…because."
"Because!?" He was growing impatient.
"Because…you rejected, left me…left with those army people and that Cabos whore and-"
"Cabos is no whore." He roughly interrupted.
"Fine. And I…I missed you, and I was angry that you didn't want me, and I thought I could turn-"
A loud knock came from the door. "Riddick! Riddick are you in there!?"
Jack rolled her eyes recognizing that voice. Riddick sighed. Before he got off the bed he gave her a gentle kiss on her painted red lips. She laid there for a moment motionless. Her heart pounding out of her chest.