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Chapter 3

History

Life with Riddick was unlike anything Jack could have ever imagined. Sure, it was exciting at times and Riddick taught her to take care of herself, but for the most part, it was just the two of them, enjoying each other's company.

The first year after Jack decided to stay with him, she saw many men make this mistake of crossing him. She almost felt sorry for them sometimes. Riddick, however, didn't feel bad about hurting them; he did what he had to do. He not only had to protect himself, he now had this girl; one that for some reason or another, he gave a damn about, to protect.

There was one guy in a bar, which Jack wasn't supposed to be in anyway, that tried hitting on Jack. That was a mistake on his part. Once his hand touched Jack's thigh, Riddick was out of his chair and had the guy five feet in the air, by the throat. Jack was in shock, she didn't know what to do. What she supposed to defend the guy? Or was she supposed to let Riddick kill him? It was something that would boggle anyone's mind.

Riddick didn't say a word to the guy; he simply threw him across the bar into a pool table. Once the guy hit, Riddick was back on him, He grabbed the guy by the throat again and proceeded to slam him head first into the table, repeatedly. It wasn't until he noticed the crowd that was growing around them, that he dropped the guy to the ground.

"You should watch who you fuck with." He growled.

Jack ran from her stool toward Riddick and grabbed him by the arm. "Let's go, we have to get out of here. We don't need any more attention."

She tugged on Riddick's massive bicep until he finally gave in and followed her out of the bar. Jack decided it was best for them to run for cover, due to the sound of the rapidly approaching sirens. She pulled him into the nearest door she could find, slamming it shut behind them.

Jack began pacing in the small hallway, "What the hell were you thinking?"

Riddick's face screwed up in confusion. "What? He touched you, so I took care of it."

Jack grunted, "Ugh! You don't always have to be Billy Bad-ass, you know. I could have taken him myself. All you did was bring attention to us. Like we need that."

Riddick was officially confused now. "What? Hey now, I'm the one that runs this show! I told you I'd take care of you and so I am. Don't go and get all maternal on me now. I never had a mother growing up and I definitely don't need one that is fifteen years younger than I am!"

"Fine, I won't say another word to you! I'm just fifteen, what do I know!" She threw her hands up in the air as she spoke.

'He's such an ass hole sometimes. Why do I put up with him? He's only going to go and cause us more trouble. Ugh! Men! He's such a sissy when it comes to me. Why does he have to be so damned protective? You'd think I was his kid or something.'

Jack thought as she paced more around the room, not really noticing the people that were now emerging from their doors. As it would seem, she had pulled him into the hall way of an apartment building. And on lookers were intrigued by the voices they heard. This wasn't good.

Riddick glanced down the hall, past the still pacing Jack, and looked at the heads that were poking out of the cracks in the doors. It looked like some messed up coat rack. There were heads lining the halls, all poking out their doors at different heights.

Riddick shook his head, "Kid, we need to go now. I think we've drawn more attention than we need."

Jack silently agreed. 'Oh sure now he agrees with me. That's so like him.'

Riddick grabbed Jack by the arm and led her into the dark alley from which they came. The sirens were now at the bar they had left, but it was several hundred yards from where they now were, so they didn't have anything to worry about.

Riddick and Jack didn't talk to one another on the way back to their apartment; both were too busy watching out for mercs and cops.

Normally they would never have left the comfort of their house and gone to such a populated place, but it was Jack's birthday. Her fifteenth birthday. Riddick thought it would be a nice venture for them to go out and have a drink or two, never mind Jack was under age. As he had said 'I was drinking before I was twelve, so why shouldn't you.' Jack didn't really want to drink but she did want to get out of the house, so she went along.

It never fails, every time he tries to do something nice for her, some one goes and messes it up. But she did appreciate the thought, it made her smile.

Then there was the time, after Jack turned sixteen that Riddick caught her making out with a guy outside a movie theatre. He wasn't happy about that. But he said he 'thought the guy was hurting her.' Right.

That guy, Jasen as it was later revealed, was Jack's boyfriend. They had been seeing each other for three months, which was one of the longest times they had stayed in the same city. Riddick played it off though. He told Jack he didn't know she had a boyfriend. (This was because she was afraid he would do exactly what he did.)

Riddick jumped the Jasen from behind, pulling him off of Jack by the back of the neck. He didn't hurt this one half as bad as the other one, but none the less, the guy was hurting. Riddick only hit him five or six times in the face, but with a fist like that of his, it's a miracle the guy didn't die.

Needless to say, Riddick packed his and Jack's things up that night and they were off to another planet.

Jack didn't like the fact that Riddick made her move around so much because it was hard for her to make friends. She just wanted to have a normal life, but living with Riddick, it was impossible.

He mentioned sending her off to a private school somewhere, once, but she wouldn't hear of it. She only truly felt safe when he was around, and he wasn't going to be able to be around if she was shipped off. So, the answer was no.

She did get an education though. She took these video classes which she had to send in her assignments over the computer. It was a bit difficult to send some of them in, especially when they traveled into a black out zone, but she managed. Riddick insisted that she finish school, because he hadn't.

Even having lived together for three years, there was so much they didn't know about each other. Jack opened up easily but for some reason, she couldn't get Riddick to talk to her about his past.

He did tell her what his whole name was and where it came from. When he was left in that dumpster outside of the liquor store, the manager of the store found him. He was badly malnourished and sick, so the man took him in. But he was only with that man for a few weeks, because child services took him. He was then placed in a foster home but that didn't last long either, he was taken away again. He was made to stay in an orphanage until age thirteen, when he ran away. The last name of the man who initially found him was Riddick, the last name of the foster family who had him after that was Barrett, and the name of the orphanage was St. Richard's Home for Unwanted Children. So Richard Barrett Riddick was born, the boy with no family, who grew up to be the number one most feared individual in two hundred years.

A/N: I had to reload this due to some typo's, please let me know what you think, reviews help along the writingprocess. I will update as soon as I can. Sway