How to Break a Girl Bounds Chapter two, a pitch black / riddick fanfic

How to Break a Girl

Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Pitch Black – though I would like to own Vin Diesel.

Bounds – Riddick

I don't want to be the one the battles always choose

'Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused

I don't know what's worth fighting for or why I have to scream

I don't know why I instigate and say what I don't mean

I don't know how I got this way, I know it's not alright

So I'm breaking the habit tonight

(Linkin Park – "Breaking the habit")

I saw her body move as the wild music thumped through the speakers in the club. I saw her hair brush through the air as she tossed her head, and knew that her warm blood was pounding to the rhythm of the base. She saw me through the crowd of bodies; she caught a single glimpse of my eyes. With a smile on her beautiful face, she moved in my direction, like a cat, like a hunter. Her body was wet with sweat, her chest rising as she breathed in heavily, making the strings in her corset stretch. Her body was slim, muscular, and agile. Her skin was white and soft, and her eyes...

I knew those eyes. An autumn forest, green, specked with crimson, brown and golden leaves, rustling in the warm breeze, against a deep blue, never-ending sky. September eyes. Jacks eyes. She leaned in and let me wrap my hands around her hips. I took a deep breath, smelled her scent.

The light was crushing and disoriented me for a few seconds. When I had put on my glasses and cleared my head from the dream I had been having, I remembered that I was in some abandoned warehouse. With a non-audible curse I got up and left. By the docks I found an unlocked ship, where I washed the blood and sweat off. Then I was on the move again, looking for the prey of the day – a merc called Nicolo Rodrick. I was presumed dead by most mercs, but there were always the single odd fellow, who thought that he could be a hero and hit the big payday. I found him with a whore in a dirty motel. I shot him clean – no pain – and let the whore live. Soft, some might call it. Decent would be the choice of words by others. What the fuck did I care, as long as the sonuvabitch was dead.

I was reluctant to leave this planet, to get aboard another ship. I had gotten a bit claustrophobic after the last flight, where the ass-hole of a captain had forgotten to check the power cells, and we had been adrift for weeks, out of cyro-sleep, but still locked in the passenger compartments, which were no bigger than a grown man like me could reach to scratch his own nose. At least I was now traveling without blindfold and horse bit. But that was when the dreams started. Dreams where this beautiful young woman was seducing me, and though she looked nothing like the Jack I remembered, I still knew that it was her. Because of the eyes.

Some nights I felt like I was breaking with pain from having shoved away the only person who had ever accepted me without questions. Other nights I almost hated her, for hating me.

Carolyn was the one who had shown me how to rejoin the human race, as she had put it. But jack was the one who had keep me human. One night on that goddamned skiff she curled up in my lap, like a cat. I allowed myself to enjoy the feel of her body heat and her heartbeat, and she purred as I stroked her shaved head. She was so young, so fragile and still so hardcore, so brutal in her language and in her perception of people and life.

Some old saying goes: Men fear death as children fear to go into the dark.

I've seen grown men piss themselves before I even hurt them. I've seen soldiers cry and beg for me not to kill them. But even though Jack was still a child when I knew her, she didn't fear the dark, fuck, she didn't fear anything.

Why did I leave her? Had no choice, did I? What I've been through these past years since I left her – I bet even Jack would have been scared.

And then there was the parting. I don't know if she really felt those things she said. But I can smell fear, lust and anger – and I could hardly breathe with all the anger she was emitting. My little Jack. Even if I did try to find you, even if I did try to make things right, why then should you ever forgive me for what I did? I left you. Just like I was left. I can't even forgive myself.