Vendetta
Chapter 6
Jack slowly opened her eyes. She was on her side and could see Riddick sleeping in a chair. She smiled to her self. She was safe. She tried to shift so she could sit up, but pain shot through her body. A moan came out of her, waking Riddick.
"Hey, your up." He whispered and moved closer to the bed. "How are you feeling?" His goggles were off, the lights dim enough so they both could see. He stared at her, filled with concern.
"I don't know." Her voice was sore and all that escaped was a scratchy whisper. She slowly lifted her hand to her throat.
Riddick got the hint and handed her a glass of water. "What happened to you last night?"
"I..I cant remember. But I'm so tired." He eyes closed then slowly opened again.
"You should probably go back to sleep then." He put his hand on her forehead as if to take her temperature.
"Where are we?" Her eyes glazed over with fear.
"Safe house. Don't worry, just sleep."
Jack closed her eyes again and kept them that way.
She woke up the next day feeling a little better. She lifted herself to the sitting position and looked around. The room was fair sized and clean. A dresser, chair and vanity were the only other objects in the room. Where was Riddick? She got up, deciding to look around.
She left the room and was faced with three doors and a hallway. One was locked, one was a bathroom and the other was a smaller bedroom. She went into the little bedroom. Clothes were scattered on the floor, the bed sheets ruffled. She moved in for a closer look when she herd a loud Clang noise. She wandered down the hall into a big open room. It was one of those kitchen, dinning room, living room combinations. Like the bedrooms, this room was also pretty empty. A few kitchen appliances, little table with three chairs, black couch with matching chair and a Twenty-two inch T.V.
She found the answer to the clang noise in the kitchen. A black cat was sniffing and pawing at some dirty dishes in the sink. "Hey kitty." The cat lifted it's head to look at her then went back to it's business. Jack petted it on the head. "Do you know where Riddick is?" The cat only let out a soft meow then jumped down from the counter and trotted away.
A rumble in her stomach told her it was time to eat. She would look for Riddick later or he would probably be back. She opened the fridge to find a plate wrapped in foil with a note on it. She set the plate on the counter and read the note.
"Mornin Jack
Just went to get a few things
Be back soon"
Jack smirked at the note then threw it in the trash. She unwrapped and looked at the food on the plate. It was on omelette. And it didn't taste that bad.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep. And didn't want to know how bad she smelt. So she decided to take a shower.
Halfway through her shower she herd a strange noise. She froze, the realized it was probably just the cat and continued her shower. More noises, louder noises, then began. There was no way that was the cat. She turned off the shower and peered out the door, listening carefully. She guessed the noise was coming from the kitchen area. She was climbing out of the shower, reaching to grab a towel when the door flung open.
"Riddick!" She glared at him, hand frozen on the towel. She was relived it was only Riddick, but was surprised to see him there.
He didn't look embarrassed or sorry that he opened the door. He looked a little pleased as his eyes traveled over her body, a smile creeping on his lips.
Jack snapped back to attention and covered herself with the towel. An irritated look crossed her face. "Don't you ever knock?" She pushed past him and went into the bedroom.
"I wasn't sure where you were." Was the only apology that would pass through his lips, if you could even call that an apology. "You look better naked then in tight leather." He grinned and followed her into the room.
Jack ignored him and got dressed, making sure he didn't get another glimpse of her.
"How you feeling?" He sat on the bed, enjoying watching her getting dressed although he would prefer she get undressed instead.
"Better." She flashed him a smile then began drying her hair.
"So." He clapped his hands together. "You going to tell me what happened?"
"Do I have to?" She hung the towel over a chair then sat beside him.
"Yes, yes you do. What happened to you? Who did that to you?" He faced her, his questioning and determined glare staring at her through his goggles.
"I messed up on my job. I made a stupid mistake and…And it's your fault." Jack got up and headed to the living room.
"My fault?" Riddick followed her to the little room and sat on the black chair.
"Yes. What you said was distracting me." She plumped down on the couch.
"Oh. And that's my fault?"
"Yes!" She glared at him.
"So what were you doing when I distracted you?"
"I was working. I was trying to make a KD deal with this guy when-"
"KD? Kraft Dinner?"
"No. Knives and Drugs. When he got a phone call. He excused himself and began talking in some language. Then he got angry and gave me a mean look. He got off the phone and put his hands to his lips and very calmly asked me if I was a merc. Can you believe that? A fucking merc?"
Riddick only stared at her.
"Of course I said no, but he didn't believe me. He got some of his guards to 'escort' me out. They stopped me before we got to the door, the one guy began whispering on his walkie-talkie.
"It was then I started thinking, maybe it was Jimmy and I did something that pissed him off. Then I started thinking about what you said about him.. And while I was thinking about you, I got hit -hard- on the back of the head. The two guards started beating me. One with a two-by-four, the other with a tazer. Once I realized what was happening I regained control. I killed the one guy and ran to the club." She stared at Riddick wondering what he was thinking.
Riddick sat still for a moment, contemplating what to say. "What was the other guys name. The one who lived.
Why?"
"Cause I'm going to find him, and kill him that's why." He stared at her very seriously.
"I don't know his name, but I left him in a much worse case then me. I was just tired from running all the way to the club."
"Why'd you run."
"Why? There were Thirty other guys there. Eventually one would turn a corner and see the bodies on the floor. I could handle Five on my own, but not Thirty."
Riddick got up and sat beside Jack on the couch. "Have you talked to Jimmy since?"
"No." She leaned against him and he put his hands on her shoulders.
"Where's your stuff?" He squeezed her shoulders.
"In a locker." Riddick began to rub her shoulders. She continued. "Candin mall." His hands slid down her arms. "The key was in my left pants pocket, but I'm not sure if it's still there."
Riddick slid his hand down into her pocket. He slowly fished around in her pocket for the key. Jack closed her eyes. He found the key and pulled it out. She opened her eyes as he waved the key in front of her.
"You found the magic key. What will you do next?"
"First I'm going to get something to eat. What anything?"
"When are we going to get my stuff?"
"Later." He got up and went to the kitchen.
"Hungry?"
"No I'm good."
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An hour later Riddick left to go get Jacks bags. He made Jack stay behind. Because of her struggle he had to loosely tie her down. He arrived back sooner then she expected. She had already untied herself and looked up at him from the couch when he entered. He had two black bags and an envelope. She got up and approached him.
"What's that?" She took her bags from him and set them on the floor.
"It was in your locker. In between your bags." He handed it to her.
She took it cautiously, sat on the couch and opened it.
"What does it say?"
"It's from Jimmy. He wants to know where I am. He herd what happened and hes not mad. I'm not fired and I'm not going to get killed. He's going to contact me for another job." she crumpled the letter.
"Think he sold you out?" He sat beside her and removed his goggles.
"Don't know."
"You know you have to contact him."
"Yah." She sulked.
He sighed and leaned forward. "We should probably check you into some hotel. Contact Jimmy." He tilted his head to face her.
"Yah." Jack inhaled deeply. She was so confused. "Riddick."
"Still not feeling well. Want to wait till tomorrow?"
"Riddick, Why are you being so nice to me?"
"What?"
"Well, you're an escape convict, a murderer and now your in the army and taking care of some girl who used to shave her head and try to be just like you. And I don't understand why your doing this." She stared at him.
He thought for a moment then licked his lips. "I told you why I'm in the army. To clean my record and-"
"So why are your being nice to me?"
"I'm getting there. Your...you're." He paused rubbing a hand over his scalp. "Your alive because of me. I always take lives, never save them. So I'm going to make sure you stay alive. And Fry…" He trailed off realizing he was on the verge of getting all touchy feely with Jack who was now squeezing is hand. "Damn it!" He stood up and began to pace.
"Riddick." Jack stood up in front of him. She put her hand on his chest to stop him from pacing around. Her hand was quickly snatched away and she was pushed onto the couch. A low and demanding 'sit!' came from Riddick.
He began pacing again then stopped and stared at Jack. Beautiful, peaceful Jack, no longer a girl. A grown woman, sitting there calmly, patiently testing his stability, humanity and patients.
Jack stared into Riddicks deep pools of shiny purple silvery eyes. "Riddick." She said again.
"Riddick stood on silence for a second the headed to the door. "I have to go…kill something. Stay here. Don't go anywhere."
Jack only nodded and he stormed out of the little apartment.
Jack was still trying to contemplate what had just happened. "I'm not going to just sit here and wait for you to calm down. I can figure this out on my own." She wrote a note for Riddick then picked up a bag and left.
Chapter 6
Jack slowly opened her eyes. She was on her side and could see Riddick sleeping in a chair. She smiled to her self. She was safe. She tried to shift so she could sit up, but pain shot through her body. A moan came out of her, waking Riddick.
"Hey, your up." He whispered and moved closer to the bed. "How are you feeling?" His goggles were off, the lights dim enough so they both could see. He stared at her, filled with concern.
"I don't know." Her voice was sore and all that escaped was a scratchy whisper. She slowly lifted her hand to her throat.
Riddick got the hint and handed her a glass of water. "What happened to you last night?"
"I..I cant remember. But I'm so tired." He eyes closed then slowly opened again.
"You should probably go back to sleep then." He put his hand on her forehead as if to take her temperature.
"Where are we?" Her eyes glazed over with fear.
"Safe house. Don't worry, just sleep."
Jack closed her eyes again and kept them that way.
She woke up the next day feeling a little better. She lifted herself to the sitting position and looked around. The room was fair sized and clean. A dresser, chair and vanity were the only other objects in the room. Where was Riddick? She got up, deciding to look around.
She left the room and was faced with three doors and a hallway. One was locked, one was a bathroom and the other was a smaller bedroom. She went into the little bedroom. Clothes were scattered on the floor, the bed sheets ruffled. She moved in for a closer look when she herd a loud Clang noise. She wandered down the hall into a big open room. It was one of those kitchen, dinning room, living room combinations. Like the bedrooms, this room was also pretty empty. A few kitchen appliances, little table with three chairs, black couch with matching chair and a Twenty-two inch T.V.
She found the answer to the clang noise in the kitchen. A black cat was sniffing and pawing at some dirty dishes in the sink. "Hey kitty." The cat lifted it's head to look at her then went back to it's business. Jack petted it on the head. "Do you know where Riddick is?" The cat only let out a soft meow then jumped down from the counter and trotted away.
A rumble in her stomach told her it was time to eat. She would look for Riddick later or he would probably be back. She opened the fridge to find a plate wrapped in foil with a note on it. She set the plate on the counter and read the note.
"Mornin Jack
Just went to get a few things
Be back soon"
Jack smirked at the note then threw it in the trash. She unwrapped and looked at the food on the plate. It was on omelette. And it didn't taste that bad.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep. And didn't want to know how bad she smelt. So she decided to take a shower.
Halfway through her shower she herd a strange noise. She froze, the realized it was probably just the cat and continued her shower. More noises, louder noises, then began. There was no way that was the cat. She turned off the shower and peered out the door, listening carefully. She guessed the noise was coming from the kitchen area. She was climbing out of the shower, reaching to grab a towel when the door flung open.
"Riddick!" She glared at him, hand frozen on the towel. She was relived it was only Riddick, but was surprised to see him there.
He didn't look embarrassed or sorry that he opened the door. He looked a little pleased as his eyes traveled over her body, a smile creeping on his lips.
Jack snapped back to attention and covered herself with the towel. An irritated look crossed her face. "Don't you ever knock?" She pushed past him and went into the bedroom.
"I wasn't sure where you were." Was the only apology that would pass through his lips, if you could even call that an apology. "You look better naked then in tight leather." He grinned and followed her into the room.
Jack ignored him and got dressed, making sure he didn't get another glimpse of her.
"How you feeling?" He sat on the bed, enjoying watching her getting dressed although he would prefer she get undressed instead.
"Better." She flashed him a smile then began drying her hair.
"So." He clapped his hands together. "You going to tell me what happened?"
"Do I have to?" She hung the towel over a chair then sat beside him.
"Yes, yes you do. What happened to you? Who did that to you?" He faced her, his questioning and determined glare staring at her through his goggles.
"I messed up on my job. I made a stupid mistake and…And it's your fault." Jack got up and headed to the living room.
"My fault?" Riddick followed her to the little room and sat on the black chair.
"Yes. What you said was distracting me." She plumped down on the couch.
"Oh. And that's my fault?"
"Yes!" She glared at him.
"So what were you doing when I distracted you?"
"I was working. I was trying to make a KD deal with this guy when-"
"KD? Kraft Dinner?"
"No. Knives and Drugs. When he got a phone call. He excused himself and began talking in some language. Then he got angry and gave me a mean look. He got off the phone and put his hands to his lips and very calmly asked me if I was a merc. Can you believe that? A fucking merc?"
Riddick only stared at her.
"Of course I said no, but he didn't believe me. He got some of his guards to 'escort' me out. They stopped me before we got to the door, the one guy began whispering on his walkie-talkie.
"It was then I started thinking, maybe it was Jimmy and I did something that pissed him off. Then I started thinking about what you said about him.. And while I was thinking about you, I got hit -hard- on the back of the head. The two guards started beating me. One with a two-by-four, the other with a tazer. Once I realized what was happening I regained control. I killed the one guy and ran to the club." She stared at Riddick wondering what he was thinking.
Riddick sat still for a moment, contemplating what to say. "What was the other guys name. The one who lived.
Why?"
"Cause I'm going to find him, and kill him that's why." He stared at her very seriously.
"I don't know his name, but I left him in a much worse case then me. I was just tired from running all the way to the club."
"Why'd you run."
"Why? There were Thirty other guys there. Eventually one would turn a corner and see the bodies on the floor. I could handle Five on my own, but not Thirty."
Riddick got up and sat beside Jack on the couch. "Have you talked to Jimmy since?"
"No." She leaned against him and he put his hands on her shoulders.
"Where's your stuff?" He squeezed her shoulders.
"In a locker." Riddick began to rub her shoulders. She continued. "Candin mall." His hands slid down her arms. "The key was in my left pants pocket, but I'm not sure if it's still there."
Riddick slid his hand down into her pocket. He slowly fished around in her pocket for the key. Jack closed her eyes. He found the key and pulled it out. She opened her eyes as he waved the key in front of her.
"You found the magic key. What will you do next?"
"First I'm going to get something to eat. What anything?"
"When are we going to get my stuff?"
"Later." He got up and went to the kitchen.
"Hungry?"
"No I'm good."
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An hour later Riddick left to go get Jacks bags. He made Jack stay behind. Because of her struggle he had to loosely tie her down. He arrived back sooner then she expected. She had already untied herself and looked up at him from the couch when he entered. He had two black bags and an envelope. She got up and approached him.
"What's that?" She took her bags from him and set them on the floor.
"It was in your locker. In between your bags." He handed it to her.
She took it cautiously, sat on the couch and opened it.
"What does it say?"
"It's from Jimmy. He wants to know where I am. He herd what happened and hes not mad. I'm not fired and I'm not going to get killed. He's going to contact me for another job." she crumpled the letter.
"Think he sold you out?" He sat beside her and removed his goggles.
"Don't know."
"You know you have to contact him."
"Yah." She sulked.
He sighed and leaned forward. "We should probably check you into some hotel. Contact Jimmy." He tilted his head to face her.
"Yah." Jack inhaled deeply. She was so confused. "Riddick."
"Still not feeling well. Want to wait till tomorrow?"
"Riddick, Why are you being so nice to me?"
"What?"
"Well, you're an escape convict, a murderer and now your in the army and taking care of some girl who used to shave her head and try to be just like you. And I don't understand why your doing this." She stared at him.
He thought for a moment then licked his lips. "I told you why I'm in the army. To clean my record and-"
"So why are your being nice to me?"
"I'm getting there. Your...you're." He paused rubbing a hand over his scalp. "Your alive because of me. I always take lives, never save them. So I'm going to make sure you stay alive. And Fry…" He trailed off realizing he was on the verge of getting all touchy feely with Jack who was now squeezing is hand. "Damn it!" He stood up and began to pace.
"Riddick." Jack stood up in front of him. She put her hand on his chest to stop him from pacing around. Her hand was quickly snatched away and she was pushed onto the couch. A low and demanding 'sit!' came from Riddick.
He began pacing again then stopped and stared at Jack. Beautiful, peaceful Jack, no longer a girl. A grown woman, sitting there calmly, patiently testing his stability, humanity and patients.
Jack stared into Riddicks deep pools of shiny purple silvery eyes. "Riddick." She said again.
"Riddick stood on silence for a second the headed to the door. "I have to go…kill something. Stay here. Don't go anywhere."
Jack only nodded and he stormed out of the little apartment.
Jack was still trying to contemplate what had just happened. "I'm not going to just sit here and wait for you to calm down. I can figure this out on my own." She wrote a note for Riddick then picked up a bag and left.