By: MataruDoukotsu

Taming the Beast

Chapter Two

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Riddick universe, no matter how sad it is. One thing is for sure, Riddick is hot. The one man who can pull off buff and bald is Vin Diesel and the character he plays in this series.

Now on to the story.

"God damnit! What a fucked up piece of shit!"

"Jacquelyn, would you please mind your mouth." Imam gazed up at the youth as he knelt in his early morning prayers.

She glared at the dark skinned male who scolded her, her face resembling the growling of a large cat. "I'm legal age, Imam. I can say whatever the hell I wanna say. I don't have a legal guardian on this ship to tell me what and what not to do, and you don't qualify." She retorted as she held a smashed vid screen.

"I am just afraid that you are starting to sound more like Mr. Riddick every day." He replied, but closed his eyes and continued in his prayers.

"Nyah," she mouthed silently, she knew it was childish, but she just couldn't help it. Shifting her gaze back to the small vid console she had bought on their last outing, she sighed and jettisoned it into space through the waste dispoal.

Now she had nothing to do. She had finished the four hours of grueling labor and exercise Riddick had put her through earlier this morning. So now the only thing she could do was go back into the room where Big Bad and Evil made her stronger and take on the punching bag to alleviate her boredom.

Riddick watched from the corner of the room as Jack wrapped her hands before she started her attacks on the poor bag. He watched her face melt into one of pure determination and concentration. She was pretty strong, and much of a vixen. He could tell when they fought, that she had an animal. But as to what kind, he couldn't tell as of yet.

Sighing, Riddick moved from the room and straight to the bridge and into the pilot's seat. It was great knowing that this little ship was his. Course, he had to send Jack out into the ports to get it. But he had checked it out and had her trade the last skiff for this cozy one. He was grateful for the elegance and class of the last one; cost a lot of money, it did, and got them a three man turned two ship. Grinning to himself he set plan to the planet Cerevon; a melting pot of a planet. There they would get some essentials, and Riddick really wanted to give something to Jack…

"You sure about this Riddick?" she asked for the last time. "'Cause I mean, you still have a pretty handsome bounty on yer head."

Jack looked the lion of a man over. He still wore his black cargos and combat boots, but over his black tank was a hoodie that was a little tight in the chest and shoulders but otherwise pretty much baggy; and of course it had to be black. She handed over a gray beanie cap and watched as he positioned it with the black outlined words Dirty South center on his forehead.

"Well?" he purred. He never spoke, the action of speaking never seemed to suit him; he growled and purred and very rarely she had seen him snarl.

"'Well' what?" she replied, before snickering, "Well I think the security force of this damn planet will arrest you just for the amount of black yer wearing." She ducked as he swat at her with a large paw like hand, but she knew she couldn't get away from him as he wrestled her onto her stomach.

With a bit of envy, Jack watched the massive convict flop down beside her with a certain amount of grace. "Anyway," she continued. "I think you should add a bit of color to your life, Riddick, besides all that black."

A short laugh erupted from his chest, "I did add some color." Pointing to the beanie he answered her unspoken question, "Gray."

Now it was her turn to swat at him; but with irritation, she noticed that he was too fast for her. Watching him stroll to the door of their shared room, she had to smile at his attempt of redemption from her accusation. Jack had to admit, Riddick did have a certain sense of humor, even though sometimes it was kinda crude and dark.

"C'mon kid. We gotta do this, and we gotta do this right." Came his deep rumble.

With out much reluctance, Jack jumped from her position on their bed and to her nimble feet, wordlessly following the murderer onto the main deck. The adolescent knew it was highly dangerous for her comrade to go into public, but as it seemed, the huge convict really wanted to see the outside again. Standing beside Riddick, Jack watched as the door opened and Imam stepped out, sunshine raining on his dark face, a smile claiming it. Just as she was about to follow the priest, she felt a large hand hold her back.

"What Riddick?" She watched, numbly, as a card was pushed into her much smaller hands. Gazing at the holographic number at the back, her jaw dropped. "Holy Mother Mary of Monster balls! I can't take this Riddick!"

"Sure ya can, kid." A grin ate at his lips as he playfully pushed her forward, closer to Imam. "You earned it. Now get goin', we don't wanna lose the holy man, do we?"

She stared at him for a minute longer, before nodding and jumping from the exit and following their companion. Shoving the card into her pocket, she fingered the words etched on it. Corden Tucker. "Riddick, why in the hell did you pick a name like Corden Tucker?" To say she was annoyed when all he did was chuckle lightly and rub her head, her soft downy fur like hair disarranging, was the understatement of the millennia.

A/N: Hmm, I think this one is longer, but…whatever.

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