The Revelation
Rated: R for profanity, violence and adult situations.
I seen TCOR and I'm not following it with this story so…. This is my take on things.
R&R please: good and bad feedback always welcome.
"This is not the day to fuck with me Jack" Riddick rumbled at the 17 year old girl in front of him.
"Aww poor Big Evil, can't take a little girl messing with him"
Riddick groaned and looked at the clock.
"It's six in the morning, what the hell do you need?"
Jack jumped on Riddick's water bed sending a wave of water towards the half sleeping man.
"I need some money" Jack smiled innocently.
Riddick rolled over and shielded his eyes from the newly risen morning sun.
"What happened to all your creds?"
He got a saucy stare. "I used them on a new computer program."
Riddick threw on his goggles before rolling his eyes at the girl perched on his bed. He'd been out till three in the morning and being woken up after two and a half hours of sleep didn't put him in the best of moods.
"Jack, for the past three weeks you have been racing through money like I own the bank, what's the deal?"
Jack looked away knowing that Riddick wasn't going to let her slip by with a non-direct answer. She wondered if the truth might be the best answer in this situation. He was bound to find out anyway.
Riddick watched her thinking hard and grew concerned. Not like he'd ever admit it but this was Jack and he'd come to think of her as his Jack.
"Spill Kid"
"Well Riddick I kind of been spending the money on new clothes and stuff."
Riddick looked at her and again rolled his eyes.
"When have you ever cared about new clothes?" As he asked, he looked back down at her and really noticed her. She was dressed well…. girly and he could smell Vanilla. Weird he didn't remember her ever smelling like that.
"Where the hell have I been?" Riddick asked himself. Then he remembered Rebecca, the whore he'd been with every night for the past three weeks. He mentally chastised himself for forgetting Jack needed attention too.
"Look Jack I'm sorry I haven't been around much, between work and going out we hardly see each other I hope…"
"Its okay Riddick really" Jack jumped in "I well I'm buying clothes and stuff basically…. Riddick I meet someone."
"Well that's great you found a friend so what do you girls do go shopping and get manicures?" Riddick smirked glad that this was what it was all about. Now maybe he could get some sleep. "Just make sure she's not a merc in disguise" He laughed
Jack looked a bit uncomfortable before she spoke again.
"No I uh I meant I meet someone, you know a man."
Riddick's head snapped up and he looked at Jack for so long she burned bright red.
"What man?" Riddick's voice fading away to a low growl.
"Shit shit I should have lied" Jack screamed at herself "His name is Ram but don't worry Riddick, she rushed on, He treats me really well and he's really nice to me…"
Riddick was face to face with her now.
"Nice to her, nice to her, treats her well?" Riddick's brain was churning. "If this fuck put his hands on my girl.." Riddick was taken aback by what his own mind just thought. "My girl?" "Mine?" "She's not mine, she's seventeen, she's like a kid sister, right? Right?." Riddick shook himself.
"How old is he?"
Jack flinched at Riddick's harsh tone.
"How fucking old is he?" Riddick yelled
"Twenty-five, he's twenty-five" Jack whispered
Riddick was nose to nose with her now
"And what the fuck would a twenty-five year old want with a seventeen year old girl?"
"I'm eighteen fucking eighteen not like you'd notice you self-centered son-of-a-bitch" Jack spat slamming her hand down on Riddick's night stand knocking the clock to the floor. Riddick was just as angry and matched her now standing up to her toe to toe.
"Well then what the fuck would he want with an eighteen year old GIRL." Riddick shouted in her face causing her to break into tears.
"Maybe he loves me." She whispered defiantly
Riddick was taken aback by that. "She did say three weeks right? Three weeks and she's in love? No she said he was. But what if she is?" Riddick brain was spinning.
"And what would a eighteen year old want with a twenty-five year old? He asked quietly "Would it be for the same reason?"
"Yes" She whispered
Riddick's head snapped back like he'd been slapped before he reached in his pocket and threw her a cred card.
"Now get the fuck out of my room."