An hour into the date Jack was bored. Bobby had found a way to talk only about himself for the whole date. She knew about his family, all the pets he had had since he was six, what his dislikes and likes were, his studies and many other things. She had said a few things here and their but he only pretended to care. He was at the moment continuing a speech about how the military needed more ship on a certain area or something like that. Jack sighed. She was so bored.

She looked out the window. Bobby was a good looking young man with a good future ahead of him, but he was also conceited and annoying. He had taken her to a very large restaurant. It was expensive. The people around them all wore fancy clothing and jewelry making her feel underdressed. She hated these places, but Mr. Into Himself hasn't asked where she wanted to go. She remembered back to the long winded description of how great this place was; that it had great food and big prices. The car that had been in had been rather large as well. She smiled to herself hearing Riddick's voice in her head saying 'He must have something to compensate for something else.'

"What is it?" Bobby asked. She jumped and looked over at him.

"What do you mean?" Jack asked surprised he could see around his own ego.

"Your smiling what is it? Do you find my uncle's finical trouble funny?" he demanded sounding annoyed. Jack hadn't even been paying attention to what he had been saying.

"Oh no of course not. I think its great that you care so much about your life that's all," she said so sweetly she was making herself sick. He took that as a compliment too pig headed to know a lie when he heard one.

"Somehow I knew you would think so," he said slicking his hair back then winking at her. She smiled and batted her eyes at him. She wasn't interested, but it was always fun to pretend like she was.

"So you done eating," Bobby asked with a sly smile on his lip.

She looked down at her food knowing she wasn't, but she wanted this date over fast she lied saying, "Yup." She was still hungry but that was the last of her worries right now.

He smiled and got up. He took her hand and grabbed her jacket. Bobby slowly led her outside like he was parading around his best cow. She put up with it knowing the date would be over soon. She just have to grit her teeth and bear it. They got out to his car. He was smiling like an idiot. Jack glared and sat down in the passenger seat. He was so wrapped up in himself he didn't noticed her glaring.

He turned on the car and started them down the street. He started talking about how great his house was and his family fortunes. It made Riddick's advise 'Get in the will before you get into bed' seemed a little more useful.

She gave a small smile remembering him talking to her. She had pretended to be interesting in her own image in the mirror so she won't have to look at his muscular form leaning on the door frame. The position had shown of his body and made her heart flutter. She gave a sigh thinking about it.

"I'm sorry am I boring you?" Bobby asked a glare on his face and a snarl in his voice. Jack tensed looking at him. He never acted his way at school. Around others he was kind, considerate, thoughtful and gentle. Since they had begun the date he had been controlling, self-centered and cold.

"Yes actually and I want to go home now," she told him sternly.

"But you can't I've only started to have fun with you," he said in a deep cruel voice that made her whole body tense in a way it hadn't in years. She suddenly wished she used Riddick's injury as an excuse to stay home. 'It was to late for wishing, kid. Your here and you have to deal, Take care of number one,' echoed Riddick's husky voice in her mind.

"Well I'm not having fun with you so take me home now!" she demanded.

"No this is my date and I'll do what I want" he informed her. She gave a low growl. This guy was getting on her nerves. At the next stop sign she took her hand down and tried to open her door. To her horror it was locked. She say a thing or a sound. She acted casual like she hadn't tried to jump out. All the training and advice Riddick had ever given her flooding her mind and telling her what to do next.

She watched semi-helplessly as he drove the car. He was taking them into a dark forest area. Her mind registered the locked doors and deserted area. She knew what he had planned. He thought he could over power her, make her give in to him. She felt slightly bad. He didn't know who she was. She was…. Jack…..Riddick's friend, trained by his owns hands to kill at will.

She looked over at Bobby acting scared and nervous. She knew she couldn't let on that she wasn't powerless and innocent. She had to make him believe she was any other weakling girl. It was essential for her plan to work. He had to make a mistake. He had to underestimate her. She took a breath praying to Iman's God for assistance.

Bobby drove into the forest for 20 minutes before stopping the car. When he did they were away from any street lights, homes or other people by at least 10 miles. She anticipated if she screamed the only one to hear her would be the owls and mice around the area. That pissed her off. He could at least give her some hope.

She turned to him in time to see his evil smile. He leaned over and tried to kiss her. She pushed him away.

"Bobby this isn't funny! I want to go home!" she screamed trying to keep him away but not using all the strength she didn't want him to know she had.

"Oh but you said you liked me so much. Did you tell that friend of yours how sexy you thought I was?" he asked in a taunting sinister way. He pushed her weak arms out of the way pushing himself to her neck kissing and sucking on it. She whimpered in fear. She tried cowering further into the car seat.

"No I did not mean that I wanted to…..oh God get off me!" she screamed making sure all her reactions were frantic. She actually felt no fear. This boy was weak. She had been wrestling with Riddick (and losing) for so long it was like Bobby was a wimp in comparison. She was simple waiting for her moment to take control of the situation. Riddick had always told her that a rapist wants power, he wants to control you, he wants to hear you scream out in pain as he forces you to bend to his will. What you gotta do is make them thing they got you were they want you and attack.

"Yes that's good scream like the free whore you are," he told her biting down on her neck.

He pulled her dress hem opened and down. It ripped as he did so. Jack let out a gasp of shock that was genuine. She hadn't thought he would go so far to fast. He got his hand on her back and undid her bra. He pulled it off as well looking down at her longingly. She screamed in embarrassment and shame. She knew she had to do something soon, or she would have no hope. This time their was no Riddick to come to her rescue.

Then as she started to feel her firsts hints of fear she saw her opening. He pulled out a knife. His first real mistake. He underestimated her. He put it in his hand, and before Jack could get her hands up cut a red stripe from her shoulder down to her belly button. It wasn't too deep but it hurt horribly. She could feel the blood oozing out. She looked down and her eyes confirmed what her body had been telling her. She screamed in pain.

He brought the knife up for a another attack. Jack froze then Riddick's voice from training long before told her what to do 'If he's pulling the knife up you got an arm free. Get that fucking knife and cut the bastard before he can cut you again'

Before she could fully think over what to do her arm was up holding his. She'd stopped him. She twisted his arm with practiced power and ease. He dropped the knife from the pain. She used her other hand to grab the knife's hilt as it fell. She wrapped her leg around his back and pulled her self up using that and the extra balance she got from holding on his arm. He was too stunned to move much. She sat on top of him like a horse. He struggled for a moment then she put the knife under his throat.

"How many girl's you done this too Bobby? Ten, twelve or did you lose count?" she screamed in his ear blood still dripping out of her cut. It stun horrible but she could deal she had to.

"Sixteen that's all I swear," he screamed like it was prayer forgiveness. He looked about to cry.

"Do you know what you've done to those girls? How bad you mad them hurt? You think your scared right now. Think of how bad they musta been scared, Bobby, as you took their flesh, made them hurt. Think about it for a minute. Feel it! Nah you don't care. Your just here for the fucking kicks right? That's all you want. Your ride and then you get off right? Answer one more question before I decide if you die or not. Did you kill them?" she asked in a sinister, evil way that would have made Riddick proud. She was acting like a real killer for once.

"N…no," he panted out crying his eyes out. She could tell he was lying. He had hurt her to easily to be telling the truth.

"Wrong answer," she said then cut the knife into his throat blood pouring over it onto the car seat. She hurt him grunt and cry to scream but his windpipe had been cut so he couldn't he went wimp in her arms. She looked down at the dead body in her arms without remorse. Her eyes were cold and might as well have been a silver for all the emotion they showed.

Only wanna be with you
Ain't Bobby so cool
Only wanna be with you