Notes/Shout outs ~
Jack is 12 in this version, and Riddick loves her like a father or older
brother.
Magickal ~ you sound like a superhero ;) Scattycat ~ I will don't worry :)
Riddick stayed there with Jack in his arms for a good hour. Knowing that someone needed him again made him feel better. He thought about his past and how horribly wrong his life had gone. He had once had a promising future, 12 years ago. He had been in Slam for that long, convicted of a crime he didn't commit. He thought about who had committed the crime he had been punished for, and he realized that he'd do it all over again the exact same way if he had the chance. He let his thoughts wander to the night his whole life had changed.
Richie smiled at his best friend as she took a swig of beer. She was settled comfortable in her chair, watching the band on the stage play. It was a local band that was surprisingly good, with a deep rhythm. He took a swig of his own beer when trouble walked into the room.
"Don't look now, but here comes trouble" Richie murmured to Blaze. Johns, the spoiled son of a rich judge, walked into the bar like he owned the whole damn world. He pulled up a chair and sat next to Blaze, who turned her body away, acting like she was absorbed in the music. His friends pulled up chairs as well, staying well away from Riddick. After ten minutes of being ignored, Johns tried to touch her, but Riddick's hand shot out and clamped onto his.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" Riddick warned, which earned a smile from Blaze. She leaned into Riddick and rested on his chest, daring Johns to touch her again. Johns thought better of it and walked out of the bar, his goons following behind him.
"Thanks Richie. Johns is such an asshole sometimes. Was he always like that?"
"As far back as I can remember, and you're welcome." Richie smiled. Blaze didn't move from her spot on Riddick's chest for the entire night, and Richie really didn't mind. About an hour later they left as the bar closed, and went out the back to avoid the crowd of people at the front door. Richie stopped for a second to light a cigarette when he heard a muffled scream from Blaze. He whipped around to see her being held by one of Johns's minions. Richie threw down the just lit cigarette and ran to the struggling pair and ripped Blaze out of her captor's arms. The thug threw a well-placed right hook that sent the 22-year-old man sprawling. The thug grabbed Blaze again and knocked her to the ground, where he proceeded to try to rip off her clothes. Riddick got up and pulled the man off his best friend. He noticed Johns a little ways away, watching the whole thing. Blaze got up, fire in her green eyes. Richie was about to punch the guy again, but she stopped him.
"He's mine." She said, and Riddick knew that by the time she was done with him, the thug was gonna wish he had gotten a beating from him. She threw the dazed man into the wall, and the satisfying sound of skull against brick was heard. She pulled him up and rammed her knee into his stomach, and then again into his groin. Johns made a move to help the poor thug, but Richie stopped him with one look. Johns new better than to tangle with a man more than twice his size. After another ten minutes of this punishment, Blaze let him drop to the ground. He slumped against the brick and his head fell to the floor. Blaze dusted off her hands and walled toward the two men. She slapped Johns.
"That's for touching me earlier" she spat and walked away, Richie lighting a cigarette a step behind her.
Riddick laughed at the memory and stopped short, not wanting to wake the sleeping teenager in his arms. He then thought of the nightmare that had ensued.
The cops came and arrested Richie two days leter, for the murder of the street thug hired by Johns. The court battle that ensued was hell, Blaze insisting that she had killed the man out of selfe defense. However, Riddick knew he was going to jail when he heard the name of the judge presiding over the case. Wlaton Johns, Johns's father. Johns came as a witness, saying that Riddick had attacked the man without provocation, then proceeded to beat him to death. The trial lasted two months, and Riddick was sent to jail for homocide. He got 20 years for the alleged killing.
He then remembered the night before his sentencing. Blaze had come to see him, crying. He had held her, telling her that everything was going to be alright. They made love that night, and as Blaze slept in his arms he knew that he would always love her and he would find his way back to her someday. He smiled at the memory and an unconscious tear slipped down his cheek at the sweet memory. He kissed the top of the sleeping girl's head and moved her so that he could get some sleep. He closed his eyes and thought of the future, and how bright it now seemed.
Magickal ~ you sound like a superhero ;) Scattycat ~ I will don't worry :)
Riddick stayed there with Jack in his arms for a good hour. Knowing that someone needed him again made him feel better. He thought about his past and how horribly wrong his life had gone. He had once had a promising future, 12 years ago. He had been in Slam for that long, convicted of a crime he didn't commit. He thought about who had committed the crime he had been punished for, and he realized that he'd do it all over again the exact same way if he had the chance. He let his thoughts wander to the night his whole life had changed.
Richie smiled at his best friend as she took a swig of beer. She was settled comfortable in her chair, watching the band on the stage play. It was a local band that was surprisingly good, with a deep rhythm. He took a swig of his own beer when trouble walked into the room.
"Don't look now, but here comes trouble" Richie murmured to Blaze. Johns, the spoiled son of a rich judge, walked into the bar like he owned the whole damn world. He pulled up a chair and sat next to Blaze, who turned her body away, acting like she was absorbed in the music. His friends pulled up chairs as well, staying well away from Riddick. After ten minutes of being ignored, Johns tried to touch her, but Riddick's hand shot out and clamped onto his.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" Riddick warned, which earned a smile from Blaze. She leaned into Riddick and rested on his chest, daring Johns to touch her again. Johns thought better of it and walked out of the bar, his goons following behind him.
"Thanks Richie. Johns is such an asshole sometimes. Was he always like that?"
"As far back as I can remember, and you're welcome." Richie smiled. Blaze didn't move from her spot on Riddick's chest for the entire night, and Richie really didn't mind. About an hour later they left as the bar closed, and went out the back to avoid the crowd of people at the front door. Richie stopped for a second to light a cigarette when he heard a muffled scream from Blaze. He whipped around to see her being held by one of Johns's minions. Richie threw down the just lit cigarette and ran to the struggling pair and ripped Blaze out of her captor's arms. The thug threw a well-placed right hook that sent the 22-year-old man sprawling. The thug grabbed Blaze again and knocked her to the ground, where he proceeded to try to rip off her clothes. Riddick got up and pulled the man off his best friend. He noticed Johns a little ways away, watching the whole thing. Blaze got up, fire in her green eyes. Richie was about to punch the guy again, but she stopped him.
"He's mine." She said, and Riddick knew that by the time she was done with him, the thug was gonna wish he had gotten a beating from him. She threw the dazed man into the wall, and the satisfying sound of skull against brick was heard. She pulled him up and rammed her knee into his stomach, and then again into his groin. Johns made a move to help the poor thug, but Richie stopped him with one look. Johns new better than to tangle with a man more than twice his size. After another ten minutes of this punishment, Blaze let him drop to the ground. He slumped against the brick and his head fell to the floor. Blaze dusted off her hands and walled toward the two men. She slapped Johns.
"That's for touching me earlier" she spat and walked away, Richie lighting a cigarette a step behind her.
Riddick laughed at the memory and stopped short, not wanting to wake the sleeping teenager in his arms. He then thought of the nightmare that had ensued.
The cops came and arrested Richie two days leter, for the murder of the street thug hired by Johns. The court battle that ensued was hell, Blaze insisting that she had killed the man out of selfe defense. However, Riddick knew he was going to jail when he heard the name of the judge presiding over the case. Wlaton Johns, Johns's father. Johns came as a witness, saying that Riddick had attacked the man without provocation, then proceeded to beat him to death. The trial lasted two months, and Riddick was sent to jail for homocide. He got 20 years for the alleged killing.
He then remembered the night before his sentencing. Blaze had come to see him, crying. He had held her, telling her that everything was going to be alright. They made love that night, and as Blaze slept in his arms he knew that he would always love her and he would find his way back to her someday. He smiled at the memory and an unconscious tear slipped down his cheek at the sweet memory. He kissed the top of the sleeping girl's head and moved her so that he could get some sleep. He closed his eyes and thought of the future, and how bright it now seemed.
