Revelation
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This fic is taking me a long time to write. I thought I had it done but my muses tell me otherwise. I'm following whatever the story wants to do. I'm a realist and I think that shows in this story. I love all of your feedback and hope to hear more from the people reading this. As always if you want to see something or think I should add something shoot me a suggestion. I also need some ppl to beta with for the up coming chapters if your interested please email me or leave it in your review.
Riddick's Part
2 months later
Riddick sat in his new "home". He was very agitated. Everyone around him was very careful to
say the correct thing. They never joked with him anymore, never asked him to join them in the
several activities that went on in the Slam. He was his old self. The Riddick before the events of
the planet. He had given up. Let his animal side take over once again and this time the beast
made sure no one was going to poke through.
He sat with his legs propped up against the cold stone wall. He had been in the hole for almost
two months. Right after Jack had kicked him, right after he understood what that meant. She had
never loved him, only kept him around for protection. Only wanted him around so she wouldn't
have to be alone. He had thought that she felt exactly the way he did. He thought for once in his
life that maybe someone could actually accept him for him. The thought had thrilled him. He
started to almost dream of a future with her. To be with a person he wouldn't have to lie to or
hide from. Then she had made her feelings clear. She had deliberately led him on and then
kicked him when he was down. It wasn't the act that crushed him it was the fact that she had
pure hatred written on her face when she did it. He brushed her from his mind as he stood up.
He hadn't seen her in almost two months and he wasn't sure what he would do when he did.
After the incident he had went on a rampage killing anyone brave, or stupid enough to get in his
way. They found a slew of bodies around the Slam after they had him detained. Once they felt he
was punished enough they let him back out. And now he was hungry. He walked out of the hole
in the wall he had set up and approached the mess hall. He seen a few of the inmates put down
their trays and walk out when he came in. He shrugged it off. He would have rather been alone
anyway. Setting his tray of slop down on the makeshift table he began to eat. He was planning
his escape and within the week would blow this hell hole. He thought for awhile that he might
take Jack with him but the feeling subsided. She didn't want him for him, so he sure wasn't going
to offer her help. He kept trying to remind himself that she was just another person now. He tried
to squelch the feelings of possessiveness. Tried to block her smell out of his mind. It was harder
said then done. She might have been the only person in his life he had actually fallen in love with.
It was disappointment and agony at its finest.
Jack's Part
She couldn't cry anymore. Her eyes were swollen so shut she could hardly see. Chaz bustled
around her like a mother hen. He was worried. She looked like she would die and Chaz knew if
she didn't start eating she would. It had been almost two months. Two months of almost shoving
substance down her throat. She had lost a lot of weight. All she ever did was sleep or cry. He
got annoyed with her after the third day, telling her that it would pass. Now he believed it never
would. Unless something drastic happened she would kill herself. He wished sometimes that she
would just use her shiv and get it over with. At least he wouldn't have to see her suffer, but she
had another plan. She felt like all the suffering was exactly the punishment she should receive for
hurting Riddick. She had heard rumors that he had become worse than he ever was before. She
had heard that he was a complete animal incapable or intolerable of even the slightest
conversation. When she kicked him smugly all she wanted was to get back at him for hurting her.
She loved him and knowing he had slept with another woman had clouded her judgment. All she
wanted was some revenge. She never wanted him to get hurt, or for him to lose himself. She
slept and dreamed of Riddick. She could still smell him and remember the way his lips felt on
hers. She prayed to whatever god was up there that he would be okay. She didn't care about
herself anymore. She had condemned her soul.