Note : I'm alive, for those of you who care. This update is short, sorry. I haven't exactly had very much time for writing.
Valley of Death
Chapter Nine : Arguments
Fuck it.
Jack sent an annoyed glare at the floor, or, to be more precise, the rather large stain on the floor. She supposed that she could burn it off, but there was nothing useful with which to create a hand made flamethrower. Sighing irritably, she turned on her heel and stomped back into the front portion of the ship only to stop in the doorway to point her glare at the back of Riddick's head.
She was still pissed off at him from before and decided to let loose a stream of verbal abuse that would possibly sum up just exactly how angry she actually was but as soon as she opened her mouth he spoke.
"Where the fuck have you been?" he inquired, not even glancing at her. He didn't really have to, as she could see that his reflection in the cockpit window was staring straight at her.
"In the back cleaning up," Jack replied, leaning against the doorframe. "Jerk."
"Not what I meant," Riddick growled at her.
"Yeah, I know," she responded, rolling her eyes. "Why the fuck should I tell you?"
He was out of the chair in an instant, almost faster than she could see but seven years on a war stricken planet generally does wonders for a person's reflexes. She was able to escape being trapped against the wall and was instead forced to take several steps back down the hall.
"Seven fucking years, Jack!" he informed her in a voice that wasn't exactly shouting but was in danger of it. "The holy man thinks you're dead, hell, I thought you were dead until I saw in the news that you fucking hijacked a ship."
"Well, it was that or get shot to pieces," she replied, a bit of sarcasm thrown in just for spice. "But really, why the fuck do you care? You didn't even say goodbye when you left!"
He glared at her.
She glared back.
The following silence was sharp enough to cut through butter.
Aw, screw it…"I was on Kartos."
Riddick's glare narrowed, either because he knew how dangerous a place it had become or because he suspected she was lying. She didn't really care either way, actually.
"Amongst such scenic tourists destinations as the big crater, the other big crater, and the really, really big crater, plus some fun games like 'avoid the military' or 'loot the grocery store'."
She swore she saw a vein pop out somewhere on his forehead, but none-the-less she continued.
"Oh, and did I mention the ordinary every day things that have come in handy for escaping the grasps of the local pervs? You may now fear pencils, crowbars, bricks, and spoons."
Okay there, I saw that twitch of the lips…think its funny do you?"You going to blame that shit on me?" Riddick asked, still glaring at her but maybe not so much as before. It was kind of hard to tell with him.
"Not really," Jack answered, suddenly feeling less angry. "I mean if I did, I wouldn't have helped, would I?"