Vendetta
Chapter 5
Riddick woke up again to the sound of Jack moving around and cursing.
"Shit!" It was 10:15. She was late.
Riddick watched as she rushed around getting dressed. Packing a little black purse. Getting ready to leave, not acknowledging Riddicks presence. "In a hurry?" His sly question almost went unnoticed.
"What?" She was fixing her hair. "Oh, of course I'm in a hurry. It's quarter after Ten. I was supposed to be up and gone by Nine. Stupid alarm clock thing doesn't work. Technology blows." She went into the bathroom.
"Mind if I stay here for a while? Until I'm up and what not?" He got up from the bed, picked up his goggles from the table and put them on.
"Fine. Whatever." She emerged form the bathroom and rushed to the door. "Don't go snooping through my things or I'll have to hurt you."
Riddick laughed. "I wouldn't dream of it."
She looked at him and grinned then left.
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At 12:30 Jack burst into the little motel room. Riddick was in the bathroom when he herd the door slam. He peered out to see Jack collapse on the bed, flat on her stomach. Her bag on the floor, a note pad and some money spilling out on the floor. The slam of the door caused some rushed air to flow his way. He closed his eyes logging in her scent. She smelt of sweat, cheap men's cologne and fatigue. He could hear her heart beating rapidly.
She was glad to be on a bed. She lay still for a moment lapping up the silence of solitude. She took a deep breath and exhaled very slowly and slowed down her heater beat.
Riddick slowly and silently walked towards Jack then stopped when he herd her heart rate drastically slow to normal. 'That's a neat trick.' He sat on the bed beside her.
It surprised her a little but she showed little emotion. She turned her head to face him and opened one eye to look at him. "Hey. What are you still doing here?" She opened her other eye.
"Just got up."
"Oh."
He put his hand on her back. "Where'd you learn to do that?"
"What?"
"Lower your heat rate like that."
"Taught my self. Sometimes when I'm working I breath to fast and loud and people or creatures like you sense that. So I taught myself to calm myself down. It's very useful.
"That's a cool trick."
"Tis." She got up and went to the bathroom. She felt sick and began to spit in the sink."
"You OK?" He twisted around to look at the bathroom.
"Fine. Just feel a little sick. Don't worry about it." She came out of the bathroom looking perfectly fine but not feeling that way. She picked up purse, shoving everything back in it.
"So what were you doing?" He watched her crouch beside the bed and reach under it. The familiar sent of blood filled his nose and he saw a cut on her ankle.
"Working. Hey, don't you have to go to Cabos and your other army people? I'm sure there worried about you." She got her backpack out from under the bed and shoved her purse in it.
He realized she obviously didn't want to socialize, but he did. "Told them I was taking the day off." He grabbed her hands so she would have to look at him. "That guy Cobra, he looked like a dangerous guy. What are you up to Jack? What did you do to get yourself into working for a guy like that?"
"You mean people like you?" He didn't answer. "It doesn't matter. Its none of your business. Why do you care anyway?" She continued grabbing things from under the bed and stuffing them into two bags.
"Of course it matters. I don't want anything to happen to you. And I do care about you."
"Yah, but not as much as I care about you." She whispered to herself then picked up her bags.
Riddick grabbed her arm and whirled her around, grabbing her other arm. She struggled a little. "listen Jack I-"
"I have to check out or," She struggled to get free. "They'll charge me for another-" She got free for a second as Riddick moved his hands from her arms to her head, pulling her in for a hard kiss. He pulled away staring into her eyes and released her.
'Why did he do that? What do I do?' she thought, looking at him. She realized she couldn't see his eyes, hidden by his goggles. She couldn't stand that so she tore them off him. She stared into his indescribable eyes then pulled him in for a passionate kiss.
Riddick froze, then joined in the kiss. His hands slid down her ass and he lifted her to his waist and she latched on. He carried her to the bed, planting several kisses on her red lips.
By the time her head hit the pillow, his tongue was exploring the inside of her mouth. His hands slowly raised up the side of her body. He raised her hands above her head with one hand leaving his other to explore her body.
"It's Twenty minutes after the hour of one or Thirteen hundred hours. And…" The radio kicked in startling the two on the bed.
"Fuck." Jack sighed.
"I'd like to." Riddick raised his eyebrow.
"I have to go."
"Your beautiful. You know that?" He brushed a piece of hair from her face with his free hand.
"I have to go."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do. It will take me Forty-Five minutes to get to where I need to be. Plus Five to check out. I have to go."
"No, your not going anywhere." He lightly touched her lips with his index finger.
"I'll get in trouble."
"Who's your boss? Cobra? I'll tell him your not going to work today."
"No. It's not Cobra. But it doesn't matter who my boss is. I just can't miss my job."
"Jack?" Playful curiosity lingered in his voice. "Fine, tell me who your boss is, and I'll let you go."
"Promise you won't get upset?"
"Why would I get upset?"
"Promise." She looked serious.
"Fine." He rolled his eyes.
"Jimmy Rough." She closed her eyes.
"What?!" He was upset.
Jimmy Rough was as famous and notorious as Riddick. Except Jimmy did it all. Murdered, stole, did drugs, sold drugs, and every other illegal thing. You cross him and you never see daylight or night again. He was serious business. Business that you didn't want to get mixed up in, unless you were female or a big bad like him.
"Jack, what the hell are you doing getting involved with that guy?" Anger shot through his voice. He let go of her and sat up.
"Well…he saved my life." She sat up beside him.
"Jimmy Rough saved your life…for no reason?" He shook his head.
"Yah. I probably could have handled myself. The guy wasn't that big. But then out of nowhere Jimmy came and killed the guy. He smiled at me and helped me up."
"Uh-huh. So you or he then said you owe him your life?"
"Yah. Although I don't plan on working for him my whole life."
"So, he saved you cause he needed a new girl."
"I guess. It was weird though, he knew my name." She paused when Riddick gave her a strange look. "He said he came across my files one day and noticed my negotiating and hacking skills."
"That all he noticed? Nothing else intrigued his need for you?"
Jack wasn't sure what he meant by that. "I've just been getting money, negotiating, hacking and capturing, that's all." She put her hand on Riddicks shoulder. "he never touched me if that's what your worried about. We hardly ever meet in person."
He didn't say anything or show any emotion on his face. He was in deep thought. He stood up, "I have to go check something out, and you have to go to work." He headed to the door. "I'll see you later. He opened the door and went half way out then stopped. "Where will you be later?"
"Probably at the club. I don't have to get money from there anymore, but it doesn't hurt to have some extra cash."
"Good plan." He took a last look at her then left.
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At quarter to Eleven, Riddick arrived at the club. He scanned the floor, but didn't see who he was looking for. He went to the bar and ordered a drink. 'maybe she wasn't here yet.' He noted the bartender was looking at him strangely, like fear mingling with curiosity had struck him. The man gave Riddick his drink then whispered to another barman who quickly left Riddicks sight. For a second he was nervous, the he realized there was no need to be. He looked and was perfectly calm.
A short stubby man with black hair, green scaly hands and purple eyes, tapped Riddicks shoulder. "Riddick?" He had a Spanish accent.
Riddick looked down at the man. He didn't sound scared and smelt not of fear. "who wants to know?"
"Riddick, we have a girl in the back, Jack, who asked us to get you."
"What?"
"Uh…" The purple eyed man sounded nervous now. "Jack came into our club a while ago. She was tiered and looked like she was in a lot of pain…."
Riddick stood up and the man jumped back.
"She paid me Two-hundred Denaros to keep her in the back, safe, and to get you. Don't worry, she's fine and no one bothered her."
"Where is she?" He was angry now.
The man was shaking. "This way Sir." The short man lead Riddick through the crowds to the back. They passed numerous door, the place was bigger then it looked.
They went into a little room. Jack lay on the couch. She was wearing black leather pants, black shirt and a navy vest, all with blood stains and slashes. She lay perfectly still. Too still. He knelt beside her and put his finger to her neck. She had a slow faint pulse. "Jack." She didn't respond. "Jack!" He rubbed her shoulder, and she flinched. "Jack! Open your eyes and say something." He shook her.
Jacks eyes fluttered and she moaned a little. Riddick sighed. He had to take her somewhere, to a hotel or something. He gently picked her up, and carried her out of the club.
Chapter 5
Riddick woke up again to the sound of Jack moving around and cursing.
"Shit!" It was 10:15. She was late.
Riddick watched as she rushed around getting dressed. Packing a little black purse. Getting ready to leave, not acknowledging Riddicks presence. "In a hurry?" His sly question almost went unnoticed.
"What?" She was fixing her hair. "Oh, of course I'm in a hurry. It's quarter after Ten. I was supposed to be up and gone by Nine. Stupid alarm clock thing doesn't work. Technology blows." She went into the bathroom.
"Mind if I stay here for a while? Until I'm up and what not?" He got up from the bed, picked up his goggles from the table and put them on.
"Fine. Whatever." She emerged form the bathroom and rushed to the door. "Don't go snooping through my things or I'll have to hurt you."
Riddick laughed. "I wouldn't dream of it."
She looked at him and grinned then left.
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At 12:30 Jack burst into the little motel room. Riddick was in the bathroom when he herd the door slam. He peered out to see Jack collapse on the bed, flat on her stomach. Her bag on the floor, a note pad and some money spilling out on the floor. The slam of the door caused some rushed air to flow his way. He closed his eyes logging in her scent. She smelt of sweat, cheap men's cologne and fatigue. He could hear her heart beating rapidly.
She was glad to be on a bed. She lay still for a moment lapping up the silence of solitude. She took a deep breath and exhaled very slowly and slowed down her heater beat.
Riddick slowly and silently walked towards Jack then stopped when he herd her heart rate drastically slow to normal. 'That's a neat trick.' He sat on the bed beside her.
It surprised her a little but she showed little emotion. She turned her head to face him and opened one eye to look at him. "Hey. What are you still doing here?" She opened her other eye.
"Just got up."
"Oh."
He put his hand on her back. "Where'd you learn to do that?"
"What?"
"Lower your heat rate like that."
"Taught my self. Sometimes when I'm working I breath to fast and loud and people or creatures like you sense that. So I taught myself to calm myself down. It's very useful.
"That's a cool trick."
"Tis." She got up and went to the bathroom. She felt sick and began to spit in the sink."
"You OK?" He twisted around to look at the bathroom.
"Fine. Just feel a little sick. Don't worry about it." She came out of the bathroom looking perfectly fine but not feeling that way. She picked up purse, shoving everything back in it.
"So what were you doing?" He watched her crouch beside the bed and reach under it. The familiar sent of blood filled his nose and he saw a cut on her ankle.
"Working. Hey, don't you have to go to Cabos and your other army people? I'm sure there worried about you." She got her backpack out from under the bed and shoved her purse in it.
He realized she obviously didn't want to socialize, but he did. "Told them I was taking the day off." He grabbed her hands so she would have to look at him. "That guy Cobra, he looked like a dangerous guy. What are you up to Jack? What did you do to get yourself into working for a guy like that?"
"You mean people like you?" He didn't answer. "It doesn't matter. Its none of your business. Why do you care anyway?" She continued grabbing things from under the bed and stuffing them into two bags.
"Of course it matters. I don't want anything to happen to you. And I do care about you."
"Yah, but not as much as I care about you." She whispered to herself then picked up her bags.
Riddick grabbed her arm and whirled her around, grabbing her other arm. She struggled a little. "listen Jack I-"
"I have to check out or," She struggled to get free. "They'll charge me for another-" She got free for a second as Riddick moved his hands from her arms to her head, pulling her in for a hard kiss. He pulled away staring into her eyes and released her.
'Why did he do that? What do I do?' she thought, looking at him. She realized she couldn't see his eyes, hidden by his goggles. She couldn't stand that so she tore them off him. She stared into his indescribable eyes then pulled him in for a passionate kiss.
Riddick froze, then joined in the kiss. His hands slid down her ass and he lifted her to his waist and she latched on. He carried her to the bed, planting several kisses on her red lips.
By the time her head hit the pillow, his tongue was exploring the inside of her mouth. His hands slowly raised up the side of her body. He raised her hands above her head with one hand leaving his other to explore her body.
"It's Twenty minutes after the hour of one or Thirteen hundred hours. And…" The radio kicked in startling the two on the bed.
"Fuck." Jack sighed.
"I'd like to." Riddick raised his eyebrow.
"I have to go."
"Your beautiful. You know that?" He brushed a piece of hair from her face with his free hand.
"I have to go."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do. It will take me Forty-Five minutes to get to where I need to be. Plus Five to check out. I have to go."
"No, your not going anywhere." He lightly touched her lips with his index finger.
"I'll get in trouble."
"Who's your boss? Cobra? I'll tell him your not going to work today."
"No. It's not Cobra. But it doesn't matter who my boss is. I just can't miss my job."
"Jack?" Playful curiosity lingered in his voice. "Fine, tell me who your boss is, and I'll let you go."
"Promise you won't get upset?"
"Why would I get upset?"
"Promise." She looked serious.
"Fine." He rolled his eyes.
"Jimmy Rough." She closed her eyes.
"What?!" He was upset.
Jimmy Rough was as famous and notorious as Riddick. Except Jimmy did it all. Murdered, stole, did drugs, sold drugs, and every other illegal thing. You cross him and you never see daylight or night again. He was serious business. Business that you didn't want to get mixed up in, unless you were female or a big bad like him.
"Jack, what the hell are you doing getting involved with that guy?" Anger shot through his voice. He let go of her and sat up.
"Well…he saved my life." She sat up beside him.
"Jimmy Rough saved your life…for no reason?" He shook his head.
"Yah. I probably could have handled myself. The guy wasn't that big. But then out of nowhere Jimmy came and killed the guy. He smiled at me and helped me up."
"Uh-huh. So you or he then said you owe him your life?"
"Yah. Although I don't plan on working for him my whole life."
"So, he saved you cause he needed a new girl."
"I guess. It was weird though, he knew my name." She paused when Riddick gave her a strange look. "He said he came across my files one day and noticed my negotiating and hacking skills."
"That all he noticed? Nothing else intrigued his need for you?"
Jack wasn't sure what he meant by that. "I've just been getting money, negotiating, hacking and capturing, that's all." She put her hand on Riddicks shoulder. "he never touched me if that's what your worried about. We hardly ever meet in person."
He didn't say anything or show any emotion on his face. He was in deep thought. He stood up, "I have to go check something out, and you have to go to work." He headed to the door. "I'll see you later. He opened the door and went half way out then stopped. "Where will you be later?"
"Probably at the club. I don't have to get money from there anymore, but it doesn't hurt to have some extra cash."
"Good plan." He took a last look at her then left.
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At quarter to Eleven, Riddick arrived at the club. He scanned the floor, but didn't see who he was looking for. He went to the bar and ordered a drink. 'maybe she wasn't here yet.' He noted the bartender was looking at him strangely, like fear mingling with curiosity had struck him. The man gave Riddick his drink then whispered to another barman who quickly left Riddicks sight. For a second he was nervous, the he realized there was no need to be. He looked and was perfectly calm.
A short stubby man with black hair, green scaly hands and purple eyes, tapped Riddicks shoulder. "Riddick?" He had a Spanish accent.
Riddick looked down at the man. He didn't sound scared and smelt not of fear. "who wants to know?"
"Riddick, we have a girl in the back, Jack, who asked us to get you."
"What?"
"Uh…" The purple eyed man sounded nervous now. "Jack came into our club a while ago. She was tiered and looked like she was in a lot of pain…."
Riddick stood up and the man jumped back.
"She paid me Two-hundred Denaros to keep her in the back, safe, and to get you. Don't worry, she's fine and no one bothered her."
"Where is she?" He was angry now.
The man was shaking. "This way Sir." The short man lead Riddick through the crowds to the back. They passed numerous door, the place was bigger then it looked.
They went into a little room. Jack lay on the couch. She was wearing black leather pants, black shirt and a navy vest, all with blood stains and slashes. She lay perfectly still. Too still. He knelt beside her and put his finger to her neck. She had a slow faint pulse. "Jack." She didn't respond. "Jack!" He rubbed her shoulder, and she flinched. "Jack! Open your eyes and say something." He shook her.
Jacks eyes fluttered and she moaned a little. Riddick sighed. He had to take her somewhere, to a hotel or something. He gently picked her up, and carried her out of the club.