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Chapter 3

After dinner, Jack decided to write in her journal about her last dream/memory of her ancestors, of what happens when she falls asleep, of what terrible things happen in the dreams to her of what happened to her ancestors and what torture and torment they went through to survive and to keep their family safe.

Chana was my name this time, dark haired, like most of the others I have dreamed about. Eyes like most of the others, a glowing blue, I was wearing a quite revealing shirt made of leather, only covering the bare necessities of my upper body, and I was wearing some tight pants, I had a sword and some knives on my person. I was surrounded by men, none of them had my eyes so I am guessing that I am not friendly with them, they don't look that friendly either, a bit lusty looking at my body but nothing of the friend sort.

All I want to do is get away from them, but it doesn't seem like that will be possible, its five men, who have bulging muscles against one single women who has all of maybe three knives and one sword on her, highly doubtful to be getting out of this slight problem. And I don't think they are wanting to play nicely, they want to have fun with me, and not in the fighting way.

As they come towards me my first instinct is to kick the one to my left in the ribs which makes him hold his side in pain, I take one of the knives and stick it in his skull and it breaks off, damn I didn't want that to happen. I grab another knife and try top attack the man on my other side he manages to get it out of my hand, so now he had a weapon and I had one knife left and my sword. I most definitely wouldn't be able to use my sword in this, I don't have enough room to take it out and my arm hurts too much to lift anything heavier than my knives at the moment.

I fight hard and long so that they couldn't get anything from me, but in the end they got my weapons and threw them far away from me so that I couldn't reach or grab at them to protect me from them, the evil bastards that they are. "Come on Chana if you tell us where your mother is we won't hurt you." I refused to let them know where she is, she is my mother the one who gave me life.

"No" I told them defiantly, nothing will make me give her up, they want her for her memories, and she is a very powerful woman, a very talented Reverend mother. One of the most powerful ones in existence so far, or at least that's what everyone says.

"We got us a fiery one on our hands, let's play with her. What do you say?" he asked the others. I knew exactly what they meant, rape. They wanted to rape me and beat me until I told them what they wanted, they can do all they want but I still wont tell them what they wish to know, I have a sense of pride left yet.

A new man walked up to us before the others could do what they wanted with me, "We do not rape women, never disrespect them like that." he bent down and looked at me, I remembered he had sad eyes. He was looking at me with sad eyes, I don't want his sympathy, but I know that its for what he has to do to me for not giving him the information he wishes he could get out of me to spare me the pain.

He caressed the side of my face before he chose to spoke, "Chana just tell us where she is and you shall live, no pain no suffering nothing. You will live." I glared at him and spit on him.

"Oh yes I will give up my mother and let her be in my place of pain and suffering instead, correct." he didn't say anything and I took that as a correct assumption. So they want me to give up my mother to them and have her be killed and tortured instead of me, never I would never betray her like that. She is still needed by the others that wish to see her and ask her to help them. "Never, kill me now." I saw him look at my sadly and take a knife out and plunge it into my chest where I knew my beating heart was.

Jack looked up from her journal and saw Riddick staring at her oddly, she decided to ignore it and find out what it was for later on. She looked at the time and decided that it was time for bed, "Well I'm heading in, and I'm tired and have to get up early." she told Imam and Riddick.

Imam nodded, "Goodnight child, pleasant dreams." Jack quietly laughed at that coment; her dreams have never been pleasant at least not for a long while.

Riddick looked at her and nodded, "Night kid."

She smiled tat the both of them, "Night Imam, night Riddick." she headed up to her room and took her contacts out and changed into her Pj's and fell asleep on her bed waiting for the next memory/dream to come to her.

Riddick watched as Jack went up to her room to sleep, he then turned to Imam. "You said she's been having nightmares," Imam nodded at his question. "What kind of nightmares Holy man?" he asked him.

Imam sighed before answering, "There are many nights she wakes up in screams, scared to death from whatever she saw in her mind. At night she locks her door so I can not enter to soothe her frightened nerves, when I confronted her about talking about her nightmares she ignores my worries and says it's nothing important." he told Riddick with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Riddick wasn't used to feeling worried about other people; Jack though made him feel like that, made him worry and feel for her. She has some secret that she won't tell anyone and every night from what the Holy man is telling him, is that Jack has nightmares every night or close to it. Ever since he left she's been having nightmares, or maybe it was even before that that she's had them.

"So Jack's being stubborn and won't let anyone know what her dreams are and she locks her door so that no one could even attempt to help her with them. Right." Imam nodded sadly. Riddick slammed his fist down on the table.

"Damn it, if she keeps doing this her nightmares are going to kill her mentally and physically." he said to no one in particular. He turned to Imam, "I'll be back in the morning." with that he left the house to think things over in his mind.

He was thinking what has Jack done to herself, or what has she done to get those nightmares, if she doesn't talk about them she could die from the stress they cause on her body, its not healthy to keep them locked up to no one but herself.

Jack needs to open up to other people, she with just become a shell of herself if she doesn't tell others what she sees in her dreams. Riddick laughed sarcastically at his thought. He's one to talk about telling others about his problems, he plain and simple does not trust people nor get along well with others so to say.

That night Jack had a semi normal dream, well as normal as it can get for her at least, she wasn't killed this time, she wasn't killing anyone and she wasn't having any erotic dreams this time. No, she was training with someone else, someone who looked to be around her age, she was training with all sorts of different kinds of weapons; from swords, bow and arrows, shiv's, small knives, long daggers, Scythe.

Anything that they could put in her hands it seemed, it's as if they wanted her to be a fierce warrior who knew nothing but survival and to survive you must kill others. She was a bloodthirsty killer it seemed, she's killed many people before and can handle a sword with ease and grace like no other, or so it seemed at least.

Jack and this other man were fighting, it felt like to the death but she somehow knew that it wasn't to the death, this wasn't even her full capability, half maybe or less even, but it most definitely wasn't her full strength. They were taunting each other trying to get one or the other to slip up or mess up but nothing like that happened.

At that point was when Jack woke up, she w as sitting straight up and her heart was beating very fast from the work out in her dream. She glanced at the clock and saw it was eight-thirty, she groaned and flopped backwards onto the soft bed.

"Just one day, one day I wish I could sleep in past eight-thirty on my weekends." she said to herself in annoyance at being awake at that early in the morning. She got up and looked in the mirror, she saw her eyes, she loved them but she had to hide them for her own safety. If she was found, they may force her to marry since her rightful guardian may be gone or worse dead. Her parents, she hardly can remember, her mother she remembered was well loved, and was very beautiful and she looks very much like her.

Only way she knows that is because she has one picture of her, her mother, father and her when she was five years old or so, her mother and father sent her off the planet and they stayed behind to help the others escape and get to safety, she never saw them again.

She most likely never will see them again, they probably died along with the planet; they may have been one of the Nobles but they would never let anyone stay behind to die a slow death, they weren't like that. The couldn't let any living being die from thirst or hunger it's against their morals and beliefs.

Jack put her contacts in and then went to take a shower, the shower was refreshing, and it took some of the stress away from her. She seemed to be on guard a lot more lately, she's been getting odd feelings when she is alone, like someone had been watching her for some time but it might have been that she knew or realized that Riddick was coming back or at least her inner self did.

A/N: okay i want some reviews, it would help me build this story up, i know its kinda going slow so far but i need people to understand what is going on exactly is all.