Story Rating : M/R+
Chapter Rating : G
Story Warning : Graphic Violence, Harsh Language, Gore, Murder, Sex, andControversial Subject Matter.
Chapter Warning : None
Pairing : Riddick/Jack
Disclaimer : I do not own the Characters or Events of Pitch Black. If I did, the sequel would have forced them to invent a new rating system.
Feedback : I love reviews, but I ask those that decide to press the little purple button to please provide me with something besides praise and a demand for an update.
AmberDD - I am completely amazed and grateful for your wonderful review. I am very glad that you enjoyed the fight scene, as it did take a rather long time. I kept going back and tweaking stuff because it didn't sound right. And to address your concern over Imam, you're right, he doesn't really have much of a presence as of yet. He does have two important points in the plot, one of which occurs in the next two chapters, but after that it'll be a long, long while before we see him again. I'm glad you think Riddick and Jack are both in character, I shall strive to keep it that way. Thank you again for your wonderful review.
njrd - I thank you for your review, although Jack really isn't scared of him, per se. She's more scared of what he's capable of and after witnessing him kill five people within the span of sixty something seconds, it's only logical. It's like being afraid of a cat. You're not really afraid of the cat itself, just the fact that it has teeth, claws, and a short temper. The cat in this example is actually named Jack, but it's a boy cat with allergies. He's napping on the computer as I type this.
ren3017 - I like ramblings, they can be very insightful sometimes and your review is right on the mark about so many things that if I responded any more I would slip up and give away the entire plot. Thank you and do continue to provide more insightful ramblings, I enjoy them so.
Note : Short chapter, but one of big importance. And before anyone asks, yes, My Chemical Romance is one of my favorite bands.
Ghost of You
Child
Time : Present
There were dozens of small wooden blocks of differing shapes stacked in makeshift towers on the carpeted floor. Probably multi-colored, though of course he couldn't tell.
Those eyes still stared at him, confusion replaced with concern.
Riddick wasn't sure how to judge her age when she possessed those eyes. His mind kept flicking back to memories of another.
But this one was so much younger, a child.
Maybe three.
Maybe four.
She sat there on the floor amidst the scattered blocks. One was held in her hand, a triangular shape that looked too big for her small fingers to grasp. A single curling lock of hair had fallen in her face when she had first looked up at him.
"Awe you a-wight?"
It took a moment for him to register the fact that she had spoken. Even longer for the words to make sense in his mind, as the majority of people he had ever spoken were never under the age of ten.
By then she had repeated her question.
"Awe you a-wight?"
Riddick knelt down, one hand still gripping the door frame. He was still far from eye level, but he could see her face more clearly.
His chest tightened again.
Her face, though it had not yet lost its baby fat, was clearly one he knew. Though the nose was slightly different and her skin was slightly darker.
"I'm fine," he lied, unable to raise his voice above a whisper due to the continuing constriction on his lungs.
She watched him warily, as if disbelieving.
"What's your name?"
"H-lena," she answered, almost pronouncing every syllable.
"Helena," Riddick echoed, looking again at her round gaze. "What color are your eyes?"