How to Break a Girl Turned Chapter seven, a pitch black / riddick fanfic

How to break a girl.

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

Turned - Jack

I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

(Andrew Lloyd Webber – "Memory")

They had let her sit chained to the wall in the dark cell, where Riddick had been shot, just hours ago. She could see his blood not three meters away, a dark pool, glistening in the light from the white snow outside. At first she felt nothing but cold. Then the shame and guilt came, shame and guilt over not having fought back, over having been raped in front of Riddick, and not even having fought back.

She saw Riddick's face, heard him whisper to her. His voice told her to hold on, and be strong and never forget him. But it was just her imagination, because Riddick never got the chance to say goodbye, never got to say something soothing to ease her pain and fear. He was shot down like a rabid dog.

She started crying and the salt in her tears made the cut in her lip sting. She wasn't in her best physical form either, she had lost even more blood, and in the end the stay in the cold cell made her mind and body shut down completely.

The mercs stayed away for the rest of the night, the only one who came down to see her was Pierce. He'd watch her for a while, as she lay huddled together on the floor, then he'd sigh and leave.

When he came back around dawn he had three mercs with him. They took off her chains and dragged her out of the cell, and then they took her to a bathroom upstairs, where they threw her into a shower and turned on the cold water. She was ripped out of her pity and forced to focus on the world around her. She let the water stream into her mouth, it was bitter, but she was parched and starving and the cold water helped.

"You smell like a sewer rat." He said disgusted.

"Yeah? I'm surprised you could smell it with the stench on this ship:"

"Hey!" he kicked out and hit her leg. "You never insult a man's ship."

"What is that? Some kind of code?" she spat. "You can kill and rape and plunder and pilfer, as long as you don't insult each other's ships?" he was staring her down, but she didn't care. "You're all nothing but pirates, who turn on each other when the prize is right."

Pierce looked at her for a few seconds, then he scratched his chin and started to pace the bathroom while he looked at her intensely. Cold water was still poring down over her and there wasn't an inch of her that wasn't drenched. Her clothes stuck to her body and the cold made her gasp like a fish on land.

"What did you do with my money, girl?" he said in the end.

She smiled despite herself. "I gave it away."

He looked shocked. Then he started laughing, a booming laughter that echoed in the bathroom. "You gave it… you gave away 50 menthol kools?"

She nodded. Wanted to throw in a smart line, but decided that it wouldn't be necessary. Pierce looked as if the fact that his money was probably doing some good was far worse than the fact that they had been used for selfish and illegal activities. Still he couldn't help but to look a little impressed. "Damned be it, Jack my girl. You're further off your rocket than I could ever have imagined!"

"What are you gonna do? Shoot me?" she hissed.

"Not likely. I know you Jack. You could be a fine merc."

"Ghost me!" She spat "I'll never work for you!"

"Given the amount of money you stole from me, I'll say you'd be working for me forever. Think about it Jack. Being a merc is better than slam." He smiled and made to leave. Then he stopped whit his back turned to her and spoke in a whisper "You should have gotten eyes like his, Jack. That's why you stole that money. To be like Riddick." He smiled, and then he left her alone in the cold bathroom.

She felt Riddick's name like a slap across the face. She wrapped her arms around herself and cried her heart out. The tears mixed with the cold water and were washed away down the drain, so that no one could ever prove she had cried. After a while the crying turned into sobbing and then the tears stopped. She crawled out of the shower and found a towel, which she wrapped around herself.

What the hell was she supposed to do? Become a merc? Become like Johns, like Pierce? She'd rather die. But that didn't really say anything; because she'd rather die than do a lot of things, right then. In fact she'd rather die than keep on living, keep on living without Riddick…

Would Riddick have wanted her to die for him? Of course not. But he had a survival instinct that she'd never have.

"That's why you stole that money. To be like Riddick." She felt something inside of her break, maybe it was her pride, if she had any left. It was true, she wanted to be like Riddick, but she couldn't bring herself to get the shinejob, when it came down to it. Because her eyes were the only part of her that still looked like the Jack Riddick had known when she was a kid.

But none of that mattered now. There were no more Riddick in this world, unless she became like him. She was weak now, but with time and training, she would get stronger. In time she could be the tiger again, the tiger that Riddick fell in love with. And then she'd kill all the mercs she could get to. For him.

Eamon: So it ended up being sort of a run-up to TCoR anyway. How interesting. This became more… zappy than I'd started out for. And I might do an alternate ending, where they end up together and do dirty things. Wink, wink. But no one writes better smut than Batty…

Note: One reader (Fitmama) wrote that she felt Riddick was proud of raping Maggie Pierce. I didn't try to write it that way and I wanna explain(Many things were tough for me to write into this chapter, and this was one of those). I see Riddick as some one who has done a lot of fucked up things in his life, some of them to survive, but most of them simple because it took so long for him to understand himself and the animal inside. He has that animal twist, which as I see it, could make him rape a woman out of shear desperation. The reason I had him bring it up so cruelly and cold, was of course because Pierce hit Riddick's only weak spot (In this story, anyway) that being his relationship with Jack. And also to show how cold and fucked up Pierce can be, when he shots his own wife like that.