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Note : And now a response to a review, because it amused me.
JackieStarr – I agree with you on the fact that if the summary mentions sex readers will flock to it. Perhaps I should experiment with that. Cue thunder, lightning, dark clouds, and the evil sounding music. Here's an update just for you.
Valley of Death
ChapterEight : Ill Conversation
The second the chains were off Riddick made his way to the pilot's chair, glancing out the window before turning his attention to the controls. It didn't take him long to break the lock codes on the main control panel, which was slightly dissapointing, usually mercs had a better security system on their ships. It also annoyed him, that some half-assed dimwitted mercs had gotten the upperhand on him, if only for a short while.
Dead now though…I can smell the blood…Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jack climb into the co-pilot's chair and strap herself in. There were flecks of blood on her shirt and hands, but she didn't seem to pay attention to that fact. She looked up at him, her eyes settling on his face for a moment, before suddenly flicking away to stare past him.
"Uh, Riddick?" she asked, nodding towards the window. He turned to look and cursed, for the recognizable form of Ace was walking across the docks towards the ship.
"Hang on," he growled, kicking the engines into gear. They roared to life in an instant and not a second later did the comms starting screaming for him to shut the ship down. Riddick reached over and yank the cables out from the comm unit, ignoring the sparks that flew out in protest. The staticked yells from the control tower immediately ceased and he allowed himself a smirk.
"Could have just turned it off," Jack pointed out, wiping the grin off his face.
"You want to walk?" he asked, throwing her an annoyed glare. She quickly shook her head and bit back whatever retort she was going to throw in his face. "Didn't think so."
It didn't take long to pull out from the docks or even the port, the only thing that would have stood in the way of the ship was Port Security, but they were incredibly slow at realizing the fact that this particular ship wasn't supposed to be leaving yet. And it was rather amusing seeing Ace running after them on the runway, pulse rifle shots either missing completely or glancing uselessly off the outer hull.
Once clear of the planet, Riddick set a couple of courses into the nav computer and got up from the pilot's chair to look at Jack.
She wasn't looking at him, but was instead staring at something in her hands. It only took one glance to tell that the object in question that she was admiring was a metal spoon. The end of it was coated in sticky half-dried blood and it was bent slightly to the side.
Improvisation…interesting…"Probably should have waited for that one to get back and killed him too," Jack commented, turning her gaze upwards to look at him. "But whatever. You going to say thankyou?"
"For what?" Riddick asked, leaning one hand on the back of the pilot's chair.
"What the fuck do you mean 'for what'?" she snapped, glaring at him. "For saving your ass, that's what!"
Riddick let out a laugh, shaking his head which seemed to make her even more pissed off.
"What's so funny?"
"You didn't 'save my ass' Jack," he told her with a grin.
"Oh, I didn't?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "So why were you in chains again? What were you going to do, annoy them to death with your collection of smart ass comments?"
"They'd have been dead the minute they used the cryo instead of the jump-drives," Riddick growled, amusement fading as he leaned towards her. "Now, I think you have a mess to clean up."
"Go clean it yourself," Jack snapped at him, keeping her glare steady. She let out a startled yelp as he seized her by the collar of her shirt and lifted her out of the chair, breaking the straps in the process. "What the- PUT ME DOWN!"
Riddick ignored her, hefting her over his shoulder and starting down the hall towards the back of the ship. She beat a fist against his back but it may as well have been bee sting for all the good it did. He stopped in the doorway, looking into the room to survey the damage, but he became distracted when Jack tried to jab the spoon into his side.
"PUT ME DOWN!"
Okay…He flipped her back off his shoulder, snatching the spoon away before dropping her to the ground with a thud. If looks could kill, he would have been dead from the glare she was shooting him right then.
"Jerk."