Black with Blue
Jack's POV
I twist my head just a little more. There it is again. It's Riddick! And there's a lot of blood scent, is he hurt? A whip cuts across my ribs. What is it with people and going for my ribs with a whip?
"Pay attention, you fucking bitch," he growls, trying to sound threatening.
I almost laugh. He doesn't scare me. Practically nothing does. He grapples with my pants, yanks 'em off.
I feel dizzy. What's going on? Carolyn? Shazza? But, you're dead. Aren't you?
I smell Riddick; his scent is almost completely hidden by the blood scent. Is he hurt?
The man above me has a bloody whip, did he hurt Riddick? He whispers something; did he say there was no help?
He hurt Riddick! HE DIES!
Riddick's POV (At same time)
Jack's scent was there, stronger than before, but almost overpowered by the smell of fresh blood. The animal in his head screamed that it belonged to Jack. After the whips, Riddick wasn't so sure if it wasn't the truth.
He rounded a corner and saw a man, naked, trying to pull the shirt off of Jack, her pants in the corner. Jack made it as hard as she could.
Sniffing, he smelt a nerve suppressant, saw a fresh hypo prick on her arm. The animal in his head seized control, just as it had when the hammer head had cornered Jack beneath a bone.
No one's POV
Jack, improbably, impossibly, twisted her body around and sank her teeth into her captor's wrist.
He jerked back with a howl. Riddick lunged forward, shiv leaping into his hand.
Her captor raised a whip and brought it down sharply across her exposed throat. She didn't even deign to make a sound as she went down.
Riddick got there before anything else could happen.
After throwing the man into the wall he checked on his Jackie girl.