Rating: R for profanity and violence

Disclaimer: The Pitch Black characters are not mine, so don't sue. My characters are mine so please don't steal them.

Story outline/authors note: 5 years after the PB issue Jack and Riddick meet up and fall into some trouble. First story on this site. Please give me feedback, but don't be too harsh.

Vendetta

Chapter 13

Jack was shaken awake by the movement of the room she was in. She opened her eyes, she was in a small moving room. It looked like the back area of a truck or van. It turned another corner and she slid to one side. Looking down at her hands and feet she realized they were tied. She struggled to get them off or loosen them but they didn't budge. She manoeuvred her hands to the back of her neck. She felt a little lump where the dart had hit. "Damn her."

"Oy, Shut up back there." a mysterious voice came from the other side of one of the walls.

Jack moved to where the voice was coming from. "Do you work for the Queen or Riddick/'

"Riddick? Ain't he dead?"

"Um…yes. So do you work for the Queen then?"

"Yup."

"Where are you taking me? It better be back to her house or whatever it is."

"Shut up you. No more questions."

"Why? You don't like having conversation?"

"Don't make me come back there!"

"If you came back here, who would be driving?"

"I'd stop it."

"But then you'd get in trouble for slacking and being late."

"Will you shut up!"

Jack had learned a few things from Riddick and her friends, none more important then how to fuck with peoples heads. "Was that a question?"

"No, just shut up!"

"If it wasn't a question then why did you start with the word 'will'? Starting a sentence with that word usually marks a question."

"Will you just Shut Up!"

"See you did it again. And to your question I will answer no, until you answer my question."

He didn't answer.

"Where are we going?" No answer. "Why are you driving? Where's the Queen? Want to come back here and play with me? Is this a truck or a Van? What's your favourite colour? What are you going to do with me?"

"You'll see." Was the only answer he was giving out.

"Why cant you tell me? Why wont you tell me? Are you afraid of me? Has the Queen got you whipped?" He wasn't going to answer her. "Fine I'll sing: How dare you say that my behaviours unacceptable, so condescending unnecessarily critical, I have the tendency of getting very physical, so watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle…"

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"Is that them?" Riddick stared and pointed to the unmark able black van. The third one he pointed to.

"No, now stop asking. Stop being such a wuss.

"A wuss?"

"Yes a wuss or a whimp, pussy, baby, take your pick."

"What?"

"What a pair we make eh? I'm a sell out and you've gone soft."

"I haven't gone soft."

"Suuuure you haven't. And I'm not a sell out!"

"I'm keeping her alive because I owe her my life, that doesn't make me soft."

"Guess she's a good shag too."

"What?"

"Oh, don't tell me you don't know what that means. You need to get out m-"

"No, I know what shagging is, I'm not that daft."

"Oh, good word."

"I was just surprised at your question."

"Yes Riddick, I'm very open to other peoples lives."

"What about your life?"

"Oh, we don't talk about my life."

"Why not?"

"Cause you don't need to know."

"The you don't need to know my life."

"Fair enough."

"How about Quid-pro-quoi"

"ok, but only a few. I don't like my life out there."

"OK. Lets see. Where were you born?"

"Earth. Canada. You?"

"You didn't answer me. All you said was Canada."

"fine, Ontario in the GTA"

"Also Earth. In the U.S though. L.A liquor store."

"How did you get into Crime?"

"umm, well, I was always fascinated with it as a child. I played it smart. I took Law to learn the rules and how to break them, and psychology to learn how they think so I could manipulate them. Became a Criminal psychologist, got connections, became really good at the psychology thing and they transferred me here. And now I have my empire as I call it. Crawled my way to the top as they say."

"Wow."

"Yup."

"I was born on the streets. Just sort of fell into it. Not much to do but crime when you're living in the gutters. Have to fight and kill to survive. So many fights, conflicts and moving around taught me how to get inside peoples heads, make them do what I want."

"Yah, I've herd about your ways. Haven't seen you use it though."

"I haven't had to yet."

"Really? Hmm." She let out a little laugh. "What colour were your eyes?"

"Brown."

"Mine are too. These are just contacts sadly."

"Mine aren't contacts."

"I know." A hint of sadness was in her voice. "So what do you plan on doing once you get Jack back?"

"I don't know. Live."

"Live?"

"Yah, a normal life."

"So hide from mercs and cops all your life."

"That's what I do know. Well, not hide."

"Listen Riddick. You and I both know that people like us, we can never turn back. After your fifth kill, your set. They'll never stop hunting you. You'll never be able to live as you call it. And…you'll miss it."

"Yah."

"The adrenaline rush."

"The smell of fear."

"The kill."

They sat silently remembering the kills they had accomplished.

"We're here."

Riddick looked at the old, empty looking frat house. "So where are you keeping Jack?"

"Stop worrying. You're like a fucking two year old."

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P.S. the song i used at the beginign of this chapter was 'Harder to braeth' by Maroon5