A/N: GHAK! I'm sooo sorry about this LONG update. I have the next few chapters written, but I have to have it edited before.
Yes I know in the movie it's says Jack was twelve when she joined the mercs, but since it didn't work out with the plot I have going, we are changing it. SO basically Jack was fifteen when Riddick left her on New Mecca and she was sixteen when she joined up with mercs. Jack was eighteen when "Kyra" was sent to Crematoria and at twenty Riddick saves Kyra. Now in this story Jack is twenty-one.
Chapter 4: Newcomers
Jack waited for Riddick, sprawled out on his comforter.
Why did he have to push it? Damn! He is always pushing it. And the scars! I hadn't even planned on revealing them anytime soon. Hell, more like never, but he has that effect. She was so confused. Part of her hated Riddick for all the bad things he had done, but the other part just loved him the way he was, and always had been.
Jack looked around the luxurious room. Everything was made with some kind of metal and with deathly precision. The comforters, as she had already experienced, were so soft that she sunk into them. The bathroom was fit for monarchs of the Old Age. Riddick's furniture was all leather and black or dark gray. There were no windows in any of the small rooms that made up Riddick's layer. There were no windows in prison either.
She decided she didn't like the feeling of becoming a prisoner to Riddick, so she took quiet steps towards the door. At the last moment she took a look back to the bathroom. Seeing no sign of disturbing Riddick, she quietly pressed a button on the panel to the side for the door to slide open. She walked out, smelling the fresh air of freedom. Although freedom didn't really have a smell, and if it did, it wouldn't smell of new leather and metal of a large ship. She gave a small smirk before she caught a whiff of something… wrong.
A tall slender woman walked up to her, if walk was indeed the right word. Jack would have called it slinking if she was going to call it anything. The woman reminded Jack of a bestial cat. Slow, and surreptitiously, but she had eyes that could kill. She wore a revealing teal dress that fit her body like spandex. Circular patterns of sequins in green, blue, and teal were sewn around the bottom and midsection. The sides of the silken material were cut half-way up her thighs. The halter-like top of the dress hugged her neck tight. There was a cut down the middle. A cut that ended right next to her breasts.
Jack thought this dress made her look like some kind of whore. The woman might as well just go topless.
Please God let her go by! Please God don't make let this whore stop! The woman stopped right in front of Jack with a large, lethargic smile. So much for believing in God! A sad reminder of Imam slipped its way through her mind.
The woman's mocha skin was heavily touched with black liner on the top and bottom eyelid. Her lips were rosy red and her cheeks had a dash of pink in them. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun. Gold beads were intertwined extravagantly in a crown-like fashion around her hair.
"You must be the new girl." The woman didn't ask, she stated. Her voice was bold and demanding, but Jack saw the iciness in her tone.
"I must be," Jack responded lightly. She wouldn't want to get on this woman's bad side so quickly. This Dame didn't know Jack or her power. And Jack wanted to keep it that way. Surprise was a key element in life. And key if you wanted to live another day, Jack thought to herself. Jack had no good feelings about this stranger. The woman's eyes bore into Jack's. Those brown, almost black, eyes tried to look into Jack's soul, but Jack pulled away.
"And you would be the prisoner with the night job of a whore keeping the Lord Marshall occupied." Once again, she did not ask.
Jack's eyes narrowed. "I don't know what kind of gossip you listen in on around here, but I'm not Riddick's whore. Hell, I'd be damned if I was a whore."
The woman must have been slightly taken aback by her crude words because she lightly grabbed onto Jack's arm and steered her away from the front of Riddick's room.
"Come," she said, her voice suddenly soft and compelling. Her grasp tightened when Jack showed a sign of resisting.
Jack released her thoughts of how many ways she could, and hopefully would, kill this woman. The woman's arm slithered through the crook of Jack's and smiled.
"My name is Dame Vaako." The woman spoke to Jack, but Jack ignored her and became entranced by her surroundings. She tried to memorize the path they were taking just in case she needed to run. She learned quickly that knowing your way around was something that could easily save her life.
A long pause passed between the two. "Well…" Dame Vaako left her word hanging.
"Just because I'm walking with you doesn't mean I'm going to warm up to you and tell you the story of my life," Jack spat back. She didn't like what this woman was playing at. Her questions and her act of superiority were a bit unnerving.
Dame Vaako showed no recognition that she had even heard what Jack had said. "You must be pretty close to the Lord Marshall."
"Why would you say that?" Jack wondered.
"You call him Riddick. Only people who are close to the Lord Marshall would call him by his birth name."
"You just called him Riddick." Jack suppressed a smile.
"So maybe I am close to him. Closer than you've been." She muttered that last sentence.
Jack's eyes narrowed. She didn't want to start anything here. Not on unfamiliar grounds. She didn't know how much power this woman had. And Jack didn't want to be put into a cell again.
The Dame's heels clicked as she took short, firm steps around the ship. This bothered Jack because her quiet steps did not sound so confident. She liked knowing where she was going. Instead of watching her enemy, as she would have liked to do, Jack looked around the walls and floors to find things that made the path unique from the other paths. She prayed that, if needed, she would be able to find her way back—fast.
…
Riddick wasn't surprised to see that Jack wasn't where he left her. She seemed to be the type that always explored her surroundings.
He dressed himself in his other favorite black cargos and a black sleeveless shirt. He put on a black leather overcoat that hugged the back of his neck. This had belonged to one of the earlier Lord Marshalls. He normally wouldn't wear a jacket at all, but he got the slight feeling that his muscular form unnerved some of the Necros on the ship. Riddick wouldn't be able to steer them away from the "faith" if he scared them. He may have hated leading this bunch of idiots, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to lead.
He put his goggles back on as he walked out of the suite. Only two seconds outside of his suite and he could already smell the citrus soap from Jack. He had begun to follow the lead slowly, cautiously, when another scent mingled in with hers. The scent tingled his senses, but not in a good way.
Dame Vaako.
He suddenly quickened his pace.
…
Jack was brought into a small room. Bright blue and white lights shone on her green eyes. She blinked rapidly to get used to the lighting. Being in Riddick's room in the dark for too long didn't help.
The room was modeled in the same gothic style as the rest of the ship. A small table painted with an odd looking chess board sat in the middle accompanied by two large swivel chairs.
Dame Vaako practically pushed Jack into one of the chairs. She sat in the other one.
"So." Dame Vaako's voice still had a slippery icy feel to it.
"So what?" Jack's arms were crossed at her chest. She switched herself in defense mode. No way was this bitch going to get to her.
"Why are you here? Question of the day, I'm sure," she said sarcastically.
"I don't know." Jack lied. She had come to kill Riddick, but even that wasn't coming along great.
"You don't know?" Skepticism crossed Dame Vaako's face. "Why is Riddick so interested in you?"
This woman has no manners. But I should have gotten used to bad manners a long time ago.
"I tried to kill him," Jack said, raising an eyebrow. She thought that maybe Dame Vaako would leave her alone now.
…
"Sir." A large pale man heaved himself towards Riddick. It was Arif, the ship's navigator. If it were anyone else, Riddick would have told him off, but Riddick knew Arif never left his position unless it was an emergency.
A small muscular man stood in Arif's large shadow. Riddick immediately recognized him as Rocha, the weapon's specialist.
"What?" Riddick needed to find Jack, especially if she was with or being followed by the sneaky traitor, Dame Vaako, but it would have to wait.
"We've got a problem." Rocha spoke in a bass voice lower than Riddick's.
Riddick growled. "I knew that the minute I saw Arif."
"There is a message that was sent directly to you." Arif stood stock-still, waiting for the Lord Marshall to move.
"Is this what is so urgent, Lord Bramusk?" Riddick tried to keel his cool. Instead he clenched his fists. Arif winced at Riddick using his last name. The Lord Marshall only used proper names when he was either frustrated or furious, and many times both.
"I'll look at the message later." Riddick began walking away, trying to find Jack's scent again.
"The message, sir, is sent from Chillingsworth."
Riddick stopped. How could that be? It was impossible that that bounty hunter could still be alive. Jack had killed the bitch. He had checked. Her vile blood had covered the dirt and grime on his hands. He saw her gruesome death with his own eyes. He knew she had killed her.
"Let's go." Riddick pushed Arif in front of him. He would waste no time in finding out what the hell was going on.
In minutes, they arrived in the cockpit. It was large, circular, dome-shaped and extremely dark from the black metal that held up the room. In the center, was a smaller circle of computer screens and computer equipment. The computers were white and transparent and stood out in the cold black room. The front half of the room was all a window. Endless space stood in front of them. Riddick loved to look out and become engulfed at how big the universe really was. Unfortunately, he couldn't do that with a few dozen men running around like crazy and computers buzzing.
The other half of the large room was just black metal. A small doorway which Riddick had come through was all that separated the space between the window and the metal wall. Not many people were allowed in this room. It was heavily guarded.
Arif played with the controls with one hand for a moment and a woman's face appeared on the back wall screen.
"Well, well, well." A small voice Riddick recognized reached his ears. The monotonous voice belonged to a slender woman with long powder-white hair. It was slicked back with a strong-holding gel. She wore a purple and black velvet cloak. The picture was so clear Riddick could see her purple irises engulf small black pupils.
It wasn't Chillingsworth. She looked exactly like her, with the small exception of her eyes.
"Yes, I know." The woman spoke again. "I remind you of the late Chillingsworth, don't I?" She gave a small forced chuckle. More like shiv-fucked than the late Chillingsworth, Riddick thought grimly at the properness of Chillingsworth's title. "My name is Kistna. I am-how shall I say this- Chillingsworth's better half? Hm?" She smiled. "I was created after she died to walk in her footsteps, and to finish what she started."
Riddick knew he shouldn't have just left that ship alone. He should have blown it to smithereens. Along with all those damn mercs…
"I'd just like you to know, I am alive and well. I have sent some friends along to see that you are doing all right. My information tells me that you are King of the Necromongers. Nice." She winked and the screen went blank.
…
Dame Vaako's head whipped around, and she stared Jack straight in the face.
"What?"
"You heard me. I wanted to kill your precious Lord Marshall." Jack hoped Vaako was smart enough to either leave her alone or put her in a cell. That way Jack would not only feel at home, but she would be away from Riddick and be able to escape much easier. If this Dame Vaako thought that Riddick only kept her alive because she tried to kill him, then Jack wouldn't be too bad after all.
History between Riddick and Jack was, well, history.
With incredible speed, Dame Vaako jumped from her chair and, in moments, her hand was squeezing Jack's arm. Jack flinched and used her other arm to push Dame Vaako aside. She was tired of this bullshit. She stood and made an attempt to walk away, but failed miserably.
Dame Vaako moved her small, fragile body in front of Jack. She pushed Jack against the wall. Unprepared for her strength, Jack gave into the shove because she knew it would cause less pain. Before she could realize what this crazy woman was doing, the Dame's petite hand was on her neck.
She showed strength Jack hadn't realized she had. "And what makes you, a small feeble girl, think you can kill our Lord Marshall?"
Jack, pissed now, grabbed the woman's wrists, dug her short nails into her veins and twisted her arm back. She heard a small 'pop' where she knew any farther Jack would break this woman's arm. Jack kicked her behind her knees, making Dame Vaako kneel before Jack. The tight dress slid up her legs. Jack was surprised to see that there was muscle there. Jack's other hand wrapped around the top of Dame Vaako's neck. Her fingers pressed deeply below the Dame's jaw, causing intense pain. By now, Jack knew all a human's weak spots.
"If I press any harder with my left hand, you head will pop like a five-year-old's pink balloon. If I squeeze my right hand, your veins will break, giving way to a pool of blood that will kill you in moments," Jack whispered. Loose curly strands of hair blocked her view, but she didn't budge. Dame Vaako strained her neck to see Jack, and she managed to do so… painfully. Jack saw the glint of fear. Jack's eyes just glared.
"Am I interrupting something?" A low voice broke the silence. Dame Vaako's head snapped to the main entrance, causing Jack's fingernails to rip at the skin on her neck. Her eyes widened a bit, but she quickly went back into her quiet cat-like form. Jack's surprise didn't show on her face simply because she expected something like this to happen. Expect the unexpected. She'd known it wouldn't be too long before Riddick would go searching for his missing prisoner.
"No, Lord Marshall. We were just finishing up." The Dame tore herself from Jack's arms. Jack let her because Jack knew she would get her revenge shortly. Dame Vaako got up and coyly placed a hand on Riddick's chest. He didn't move. She was about to leave when Riddick caught her hand and squeezed.
"Jack?"
"Hm?" Jack absentmindedly picked at the small blood stains from under her nails. She took a black elastic from her wrist and securely wrapped it around her hair, making sure no loose strands would come out again.
"Just finishing up?" Riddick asked, studying the blood marks on Dame Vaako's neck.
"Oh, no, my Lord Marshall." Jack became wide-eyed and sarcastic, but turned cold as soon as the sarcastic comment left her mouth. "I'll see you later." Jack made a sign to Dame Vaako with her hand of shooting a pistol.
Before Riddick could say anything, a blue flashing light accompanied by beeping sounded through the ship. Riddick's head shot up. He let go of Dame Vaako, knowing she would be just as curious to see the visitor as Riddick.
"What's that?" Jack asked. If Riddick hadn't known better, he would have thought she could care less.
"Someone's boarding the ship."
"Oh goody! New cell mates! Maybe I won't be so bored tonight." Jack gave a wicked grin. She knew Riddick had not planned on returning her to the dungeon.
Jack contemplated the idea of sleeping in cold cells again. It would mean she wouldn't have to see Riddick, which made escaping all the better. However, the idea of a warm bed was a luxurious idea that Jack hadn't thought of in a long time.
Riddick gave her a glare that Jack could feel from beneath his goggles. She huffed and followed him to the dock.
…
The dock was large and cold, like the rest of the Necromonger ship.
A ship custom made for Big Bad. How nice.
Jack's thoughts had been sardonic and sarcastic since her scrape with Dame Vaako. She kept her mouth shut, however, because she knew it would come in handy to be on Riddick's side no matter who you were up against.
The visitor was a small, dark silver ship that just arrived. There were no signs that it belonged to a merc or a strider. Striders were people who just loved flying and traveled the universe with only what was in their ship. Riddick has been called a strider before, but that was the nicest way to put it.
Jack gave a quick look around noticed cynically the lack of participants in this wondrous event. She figured Riddick would be surrounded by guards and worshipers.
Maybe all the rumors I've heard aren't entirely true. Jack knew not to trust the 'word on the street' but she had good reason to trust the things that were about Necromongers. She had reliable sources.
The only people who were in the room were Jack, Riddick, Lord and Dame Vaako, and half a dozen Necros dressed to the neck in badges of some sort.
There was a familiar look to it, but Jack couldn't pinpoint it. Riddick, Jack, Dame Vaako, and other important people with badges on their clothes, stood in the center, waiting to see who was in the ship.
The doors of the ship hissed open. And as they did, Jack realized where she had seen the ship. She knew the ship. She'd been on the ship. She'd served as a merc on that ship.
A tall, lanky man stepped out with long strides. He wore a simple brown robe. Jack noticed his eyes dart around the ship like a rat's as he stepped aside to let another crew member get out of the spacecraft.
The second man was almost as tall as Riddick, and was probably carrying the same amount of weight, or more. He wore a skin-tight black shirt with a black vest over it. His black pants were covered with dirt and grime. He wore heavy black boots and his long, golden blond hair was pulled back away from his face.
"So this is the famous Necromonger ship?" the man boomed. He was used to being in command, Jack could tell. She learned quickly to identify stranger's voices. The way a person spoke could give out more information about that person than the words they said.
As he whistled and looked around a third member jumped out. She had platinum blonde hair and a body that could have belonged to a cheap hooker. She wore a leather corset and matching black leather pants. A utility belt hung low on her waist. Her forearms were covered with leather as well.
Well, look at the leather whore.
Jack's eyes narrowed in on the girl and immediately, she felt a threat.
"Who are you?" Vaako spoke up in a nasty voice.
It looks like Lord Vaako was being polite with me after all, Jack thought, remembering her first encounter with Lord Vaako. He hadn't exactly thrown out the welcome mat, but the way he acted with these newcomers, she was beginning to think there might be a darker side to Mister Vaako than she would have thought.
"Verone. And this is Vincent and the beautiful Vanessa." He gave a suggestive smile in Vanessa's direction.
"Could you get any more cheesy than that?" Jack shot her eyes upward and shook her head slowly in amusement.
"What was that little Dame?" Verone barked at Jack. Jack didn't budge.
"Who did you steal that ship from, Verone?" Jack steered towards a more important subject.
He snorted. "I'm a merc. That's what I do."
"I wasn't aware mercs stole other mercs' ships. Isn't that a sign of weakness?" Jack spat. She had served on this ship as a merc, and she would be damned to know this son of a bitch killed her crew. "Did you kill them?"
"Yeah, every last one of 'em!" Vanessa spat back. Her cold gray eyes sent daggers to Jack.
"Bitch," Jack muttered. How could they have killed Flare? Flare was the best out there. Well, other than Riddick. That might have been because Flare was a convict turned merc. But it didn't matter anymore. It was her duty and her privilege to avenge Flare and the rest of his crew.
Well except for…
"What? What was that?" Vanessa walked up to Jack and put her pale face in front of Jack's tan visage.
"Bit-" Jack was rudely cut off by a hard bitch slap. Vanessa's face glowered. Jack growled as her hand slowly moved to her cheek. Her cheek was actually bleeding. Jack looked at Vanessa's hand. She wore half a dozen rings of all sizes.
Bitch.
Jack spat out blood from the reopened wound on her lip.
Well, at least she had found one weakness. Vanessa was a victim to name calling. Jack shifted that to the back of her mind for future advantage.
Jack's fist tightened and, using as much force as she could muster, to hit Vanessa square in the jaw. Vanessa looked shocked at the reaction. She reacted like no one had ever hit her before.
Jack's hands tried to grab Vanessa's leather vest. Vanessa blocked her attack and reached for Jack's hair. She yanked at the ponytail. Jack let out a surprised grunt, but it didn't hurt. Her body, however, snapped in a kneeling position. Vanessa kept one hand pulling Jack's hair towards the ground while the other hand enclosed around Jack's neck. Jack closed her eyes and tried to focus. Oxygen was leaving her body quickly, but if she wasn't calm, she would surely die at the hands of the skank.
No way in fucking hell, Jack promised herself.
Jack twisted her body and punched the blonde in the stomach. The girl doubled over and Jack used that opportunity to sidekick her opponent. Vanessa hit the ship with a loud bang. Jack heard someone bark orders, but she ignored it. She was completely focused on destroying Vanessa.
Vanessa came back with a leap that knocked Jack down. Jack's head slammed against the metal floor with a crack. Vanessa's elbow dug itself into Jack's stomach and Jack felt a sudden wave of pain. Jack threw her off with some force and quickly stood. She went for Vanessa again and as Vanessa prepared for a power-packed punch, Jack took her arm. In seconds, Jack had twisted Vanessa's arm around Vanessa's back and heard a loud crack of Vanessa's finger bones breaking. Vanessa moaned loudly in pain and used her other hand to punch Jack right in the eye. Jack crouched low, shooting out her foot and swung it, knocking Vanessa down. She was suddenly on top of Vanessa. She won.
"Stop," Vaako roared. Jack stared at the woman under her. Jack had put her full weight onto the girls' stomach and chest. She watched as the girl tried to lash out, and failed miserably. Vanessa's pale, dead-looking skin touched Jack's arm. She was cold. Not just cold… freezing, yet neither Jack nor Vanessa showed signs of discomfort.
Jack looked at her mess. Vanessa's lip was cut in two places. Her eye was pink and puffy. It would be black and blue and as big as a fist in the morning. Vanessa had three broken fingers, by the looks of it.
Nice one Jack, Jack congratulated herself with a grin.
"Let go of our prisoner!" Vaako ordered.
"Which one?" Jack suppressed a laugh.
"Jack." Riddick's calm voice was a high contrast to Vaako's panicky rage. There was a hint of surprise that Jack saw on his clean shaven face.
She slowly lifted herself off when Vanessa pushed her off the rest of the way.
"This how you let your prisoners act?" Verone spat. "Maybe this won't be so bad after all."
Jack shot a glare in his direction only to find he was kneeling, hands behind his back in thick metal cuffs. Lord Vaako's knee was planted threateningly in the small of Verone's back.
Vincent was face down on the floor coughing up blood. Another Necro had a heavy metal foot on the side of his face. Necromongers crowded the scene.
What the- I don't remember any of this happening. First she had called Vanessa a dirty little bitch, and now she was about to kill her. When had Verone and Vincent start fighting? Shecouldn't have possibly blacked out. No, then I wouldn't be on top of skanky here. Jack pressed her mind to figure out what happened, but there was no recollection of the events. She could see flashes of Verone jumping at her with a shiv and Vaako stopped him by knocking Verone flat on his back.
There was another flash of Vanessa pulling a shiv from her back pocket of her utility belt. She aimed it at Jack and charged at her back. Jack saw the worried look in Riddick's eyes and she turned just in time before Vanessa went for the "sweet spot".
The problem was Jack didn't remember any of this happening. It was like she was watching a movie playing for the first time in her head. Only she had done this.
She realized suddenly that she was having flashes of the fight that was going on around her. She was so caught up in her rage, that she didn't notice what was going on around her. This was something new to Jack.
Jack shook her head. Riddick was suddenly by her side and alongside Vaako. He whispered something she could not make out and Vaako nodded with an evil smile.
Vaako motioned for the Necros to follow him. He barked at the crowd, "What are you looking at? You all have jobs to do. So GO!" People milled out in small groups returning to their jobs on the planet-sized ship.
"C'mon kid," Riddick motioned her to follow him. He hadn't called her kid since… No! She was leaving, and that was that. She gave a last revengeful look at Vanessa before a large man picked her up with one hand.
At this rate, when her time was up at the Necromonger Inn, she would have more enemies than Riddick.
Jack followed Riddick back to his room. She had a hard time walking for some reason. Her hand reached at her side. When she pulled her hand away her own blood had stained her hand. Jack took a big swallow as she limped after Riddick.
Riddick turned to see what was taking her so long. He saw the blood and went back to her.
"Jack," he sighed. He reached out to touch the wound. He didn't think she had been badly wounded, but he realized that Vanessa had actually nicked her.
Well, it looks pretty deep.
So it was something more than just a nick.
"I'm fine!" Jack huffed and pushed away Riddick's helping hand. But as her hand made contact with his, she pulled it back quickly. She moaned and froze her arm.
"What's wrong?"
"I think I dislocated my shoulder." Jack gave a frustrated sigh.
"Let's go," Riddick didn't hear another word before he placed an arm around her waist and another under her knees. He carried her much faster than she could have walked. She wiggled and argued with this plan of action for a small bit of time before she just gave up by rolling her eyes and concentrating on making the pain go away.
She had learned quickly to take deep breaths and allow the pain to seep through her bones. The pain would take time, but the sooner she recognized it and handled it, the sooner she would not be in pain anymore.
He placed her on the carpet by the foot of his bed. He put a pillow under her head and under her feet. He went to the bathroom and came back with a small white box that was a first aid kit.
"This is going to hurt," Riddick said emotionless as he sat her up. He placed one hand on her arm and the other by her shoulder blade. She knew what he was about to do. She closed her eyes. The first time this had happened, she had screamed in agony, but she wouldn't this time.
"On the count of three, Ok? One, tw-" Just as he was saying 'two' he applied pressure and a loud "pop" filled her ears. She was biting on her lip and her eyes stung with tears. At least it was over. The pain from Riddick putting her shoulder back in place still tingled her nerves, but she knew it would soon go away.
"You didn't count to three." Jack smiled weakly to reassure herself she was the strong one.
Riddick gave a lopsided smile. "You know what I have to do." Riddick spoke quietly.
Jack nodded quickly and slightly. If she moved too much, the pain would increase.
Riddick lifted her shirt carefully. He lifted it off of her as if he was handling a sleeping child. She had on a dark gray sports bra. It wasn't stained, so Riddick left it on.
Riddick easily lay her body back down. She rested her head on the pillow and shut her eyes tight to get rid of the tears. Riddick took a cotton ball and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "It's deep Jack," he reported.
"How?"
"She had a shiv."
"Cheating bastard," she muttered quietly.
Riddick let out a small chuckle.
"What is that? Did I just hear a laugh? Does the great Riddick laugh?" She mocked him. He quickly stuffed a facecloth into her mouth. Then a shear of pain shocked her. He had placed the cotton swab on her wound. She sucked in air and let it out as her body tightened and her muscles strained. Her body shook at the pain she was taking in.
He cleaned up the wound and then used the rest of the swabs and warm water to clean the mess surrounding the wound.
She swore she had torn a hole in that facecloth.
Riddick's hands were skillfully wrapping a bandage around her as Jack's gag came loose and she licked the blood from her bottom lip. Riddick turned his silver gems to her face. "We don't want you more hurt than you already are."
Jack mumbled something even she couldn't comprehend. Riddick chuckled. He placed strong hands where and taped the bandage together.
Riddick slipped his comforter off his bed and wrapped it tightly around Jack. "Sleep Jack," he rumbled.
"But-" Jack protested.
"Sleep. And then you can try to kill me." Riddick smiled. A true smile. With that, he left. Left Jack to her loneliness and pain. Just like he did on New Mecca, Jack scowled.
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End Chapter
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