Jack quickly dropped Bobby's lifeless body. She turned around and crawled out of the driver's side door. She stepped out and fell almost twisting her ankles in her high heels. It was raining furiously, and the sky's were gray. What was left of her dress was filthy from the freshly formed mud. She looked up at it crying. She pulled her attention back to the ground and trying to push herself up. She tripped on her shoes again landing with a splash in the mud. She kicked the damned things off. She leaned ageist the car crying still.

She took a deep breath, and got up. The cut on her chest was shallow, but the water hammering down on it was beginning to be overwhelmingly painful. She pulled the top of her destroyed dress together. She would have to walk home as she was. She would have to go home to Riddick. She felt blood on her hands.

She scrapped the blood off in the mud. It won't matter. Riddick would know. He would know what she had done if she told him or not. She didn't know what to go. If she went home she would have to face him, but she had no where else to run to. She got to her feet again and started to walk in the direction of the road. She had to get out of this forest, this place. She could leave it, but the memory would be in her head forever.

She wiped the mud off her hands with the remaining parts of her dress. She swabbed the tears from her cheeks. She pulled her torn dress in tight around her as she walked. Each step felt like a lifetime of pain, but like all lifetimes this one ended before she knew it.

She got to the street. She knew she looked horrible bleeding all over the place in a torn dress. She started down the near deserted street. She hoped no one would come by. How could she explain herself. What would she tell them. Would they go looking for her after they found his body.

She thought through her pain. 'What is Riddick going to say? Will he leave me thinking I'm no good? Will he think all his work was for nothing? I know he only stayed to keep me on the straight and narrow. Now I've gone, and killed someone. Its not like I had a choose. He was a sicko. He would have killed me if I hadn't killed him first. It wasn't my fault at all. I didn't ask him to try and rape me. I just wanted to go out with a normal guy. God do violent men fallow me?

At least Riddick never tried anything like that. He was always kind (in his own way) to me. If he had wanted to he could have. I was young, scared and with no one to protect me or ever care if it happened. Even with Iman there he could have taken us both easily. Riddick's been so selfless and protective I'm sure its hard for him. He changed everything he had promised himself all for me. He went ageist his own code to protect and look after little good for nothing me. He ain't hurt me or nothing just cared. That's not like the Riddick I heard of. Nothing like him. Now, I go and fuck everything up.

I should go back. I should stay out on this street and die. Only problem is he would worry about me. That would make things worse. He would come looking then find my corpse and never know what happened. I gotta go home to tell him at least. Then he could decide what to do with me. Its better he know and hate me then not and curse himself for my death.

Riddick was a home trying to enjoy the peace and quiet. He was trying to think it was nice to be alone again. He keep telling himself he felt better this way. He keep a hard face on as he went about his everyday things. He went into the kitchen and made dinner. He kept stopping himself from calling out for something he needed. Somehow he kept forgetting she wasn't at home.

He ate by himself looking up at the other side of the table thinking she'd be there eating or something. He ran a hand over his shaved head. What the fuck was wrong with him? He finished dinner early and put the plates in the sink then something happened that he wasn't expecting. He heard her voice in his head. 'Riddick don't leave them in the sink wash them and put them in the dish washer how many times do gotta tell ya'.

Riddick shook it off after a moment. He took the dishes out washed them then put them away. He must be going soft. He laughed to himself in the silence. He thought for a moment about killing something and still felt the same. Then he tried thinking about killing Jack and for the first time he couldn't.

He growled a bit and limped over to the couch. His leg was killing him. He swung it onto the couch and tried to forget about it. His eyes searched the room for something to look at and found a picture. It was of her standing outside of school on the first day in that stupid wig they had given her since she had refused to go to school ad a bold girl. He smiled a bit then stopped himself. He tried to get her out of his mind. What the fuck was wrong with him tonight?

He picked up a magazine from the table and flipped through. He landed on a page that said something about a guy named Bobby which made him think. Jack was out on a date. A real one. She was in a situation where she was looking for love. She was looking for someone outside of him that could care and support her.

A sigh escaped his lips. He knew he would be going soon. He would take off to some distance planet and be by himself. That's were he belonged anyway. He wasn't supposed to live with others. He wasn't supposed to care. That fucker god of Iman's had made sure of that from day one. He had to leave. He was Riddick, he was alone that how it was supposed to be, wasn't it?

Jack walked through the dully lit streets. It started raining harder. A flash of lightning over head startled her. She looked up at the thundering clouds. Her eyes blinked away the raindrops and tears. She started walking once more. A man passed her and whistled. She blushed and pulled her dress closer to her.

Each person she passed stared at her. Green, brown, blue eyes none of them were the cold silver she was looking for. These other eyes showed so much. Their fear, sympathy, pity, anger, lust, happiness everything was seen in these eyes. She stared at each pair as they passed. Each person a different emotion, shape and color, but all of them seemed to get repetitive. She knew the eyes she craved to see more then any. Those pool silver that would comfort her. She might never see them again. She didn't deserve to see them again.

She shouldn't go home. She should stay out on the streets. She didn't want to bother Riddick anymore. He had enough trouble to deal with by himself without making him come and clean up her mess.

She sighed as her body started to shiver. She had lost a good amount of blood so far. If she kept on like this she just might pass out. She held herself strong, trying to block out the pain and pushed on not letting exhaustion take her mind or body just yet. The throb was going throughout her whole body like a blot of pain flowed with ever heartbeat.

Her feet were leading her to her home. She saw the familiar streets. It was comforting yet terrifying to be back. She had to go home, to get cleaned up, to warm up and have her last talk with Riddick then she would leave. She would do what he should have done a long time go.

She walked slower as their pitch black house came into view. She leaned on a street light letting a small smile touch her lips. She couldn't help it. Last visit or not it was good to be home. She knew she would open that door and the smell of whatever he had had for dinner would come to her nose mixed with an intoxicating smell of Riddick. He would be sitting in the dark watching TV, sitting in the dark reading or maybe he would already be in bed sleeping.

She walked up the stairs. As she looked at them she realized she had stepped in glass and her feet were bleeding. They hurt to walk on as well but she didn't care. She got to the door with its rusted hinges. She let out a tearful smile. She went to remove her arm, which was plastered to her body, to open the door. She winced and groaned in pain as she tried to move her arm from the wound. She used her foot instead and kicked the door instead of knocking.

She heard Riddick grunt inside and get up on the squeaky floor board meaning he had been on the couch. She listened to his footstep as he came to the door. He was going slower then normal which meant he was expecting trouble. He quickly opened the door one hand behind his back most likely holding a shiv. He looked surprised to see her there. He looked behind her most likely searching to see if anyone had fallowed then drug her inside slamming the door behind them.

"I'm home Riddick," was all Jack could say before darkness took her mind.

Yeah I'm tangled up and blue
Only wanna be with you
You can call me your fool
Only wanna be with you