Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
A/N: Just a little back ground, when Jack left with Riddick and Imam, she was 13 almost 14, so that's why she's almost 18 three years later... Just thought I'd clear that up. Enjoy! Sway
Chapter 4
The Face of Death
Jack, being nearly eighteen, and Riddick, who was fifteen years older than Jack, at the age of thirty-three, moved around so often, it was hard for either of them to make friends. Riddick wasn't keen on having people around him, he rather liked it just being him and Jack, but she wanted to have girlfriends and more than that, boyfriends. The only real friend they had was Imam, who had been contacting them less and less over the past year.
Jack often spoke about visiting Imam, but Riddick ignored her request. She knew Riddick and Imam didn't get along well, the only reason Riddick didn't kill him, Jack thought, was because he, Riddick, was afraid that act would guarantee his one way ticket straight to hell. After all, it was he who said 'I absolutely believe in God and I absolutely hate the fucker.' So, it was true, he believed, but he didn't take the whole concept too seriously, if he had, he probably wouldn't have killed so many people… then again… maybe he would have.
Jack once asked Riddick how many people he had killed, his reply was: "I've killed too many people to sit down and tell you about, it would take months, possibly years, and a young girl like you doesn't need to know the number anyway. As for the media claiming I've killed two hundred and thirty-seven, those are just the ones they've found. What they don't know won't hurt them."
Jack was too curious for her own good, it was true, but she just had to know more. She asked him why he had killed so many people; his answer this time was much shorter. He said "Some people need killing."
Riddick was never one to tell anything he didn't think needed to be heard. He was still very secretive with Jack even when she insisted that he tell her the answers she wanted.
"Jack! Get your ass out of the bed!" Riddick bellowed from outside her closed door.
Jack's eyes snapped open and she grumbled. "Okay okay."
She heard the sound of Riddick's massive feet walking away from her door, and wondered why he wanted to wake her up. Glancing over at the clock on her night stand, she saw it was two o'clock in the afternoon, that's why he woke her.
"Ugh." She rolled out of her bed and stepped onto the carpet below her, stretching as she stood up.
Dragging her feet over to the bed room door she slid it open, and stuck her head out, "Riddick, why did you let me sleep so late?"
Riddick's massive body appeared from behind the corner of the hallway, he was standing in their sitting room. "Let you? Kid, I tried to wake you up. Now get a move on, I've got shit to do." He disappeared behind the wall again as he spoke to her.
Jack groaned again, "Shit to do… I'll show you shit to do."
She walked out of her bed room and glanced into Riddick's open door, which was straight across the hall from hers. His bed was perfectly made, as it always was, and the floor was free of debris. She looked back into her room, the bed was a mess, there were clothes all over her floor; it looked like a bomb had gone off in there, so she pulled her door shut. There was one thing Riddick couldn't stand, and that was a messy house. Jack often wondered how a mass murderer such as he was could be so obsessive compulsive about maintaining a clean house; it wasn't like blood was the cleanest thing in the world and God knows he's spilled plenty of that.
She turned left from her door and walked straight into the bath room. She looked at herself in the mirror which hung over the sink, her appearance had changed in many ways since she and Riddick left that cursed planet. Her head wasn't shaved anymore, she had long dark brown hair which hung down her back resting loosely on her waist, she was still as skinny as ever but now she looked more like a woman than she did a boy. Her features were chiseled into her as if she was made of stone, giving her the perfect hourglass shape. Though the one thing she hated about her body was that her hip bones stuck out and make her look like she's anorexic.
All in all, Jack has matured into a very beautiful young woman and Riddick… well Riddick's just Riddick. He was still the same bald headed, goggle wearing, muscle bound, pig headed, murderous maniac. But that's what made him so wonderful, in Jack's eyes.
Jack took a quick shower and once she was finished, she wrapped a towel around her and hurried to her bed room. Riddick didn't like it when she walked out of the bathroom in a towel, so she always checked to see if he was in sight, this time, he wasn't.
She turned the lights on in her room and let hew towel drop to the floor so she could get dressed. She threw on a pair of light jeans, which in truth had seen better days, they were ripped up and down the legs and one of the pockets in the front had a hole in it. She rummaged through her closet to find a shirt, and settled on a black tank top.
She stepped out of her room as she toweled her hair dry and almost ran straight into Riddick's chest.
"Whoa there, kid" He said glaring down at her from behind his goggles.
She looked up into his face secretly hating those damned goggles, "Yeah, sorry 'bout that."
Riddick moved slightly to his right and looked over Jack's head into her room. She noticed this and closed her door quickly with a shy smile.
"Jack, you need to pick the shit up out of your room." He growled.
She scoffed, "I know, I know, mom."
He raised an eyebrow and looked down at her. The lights were not on in the house so he pushed his goggles up to his forehead as he spoke to her. "No, I am not your mother, nor am I your father, but I am the man that provides for you, so you will do as I ask. Got it?"
Jack rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I got it."
Riddick's silvery eyes bore into Jack's face. He was amazed that she wasn't afraid of him, not in the least bit. Usually people cowered before him, especially when he spoke in that dangerous husky growling voice he had just used. She always amazed him, her courage, persistence, defiance, caring, everything about her was something he didn't quite understand, but that could be the reason she interested him.
"Kid, if you'd just pick the shit up when you take it off, we wouldn't have these little arguments. All I ask of you is to clean up your room and occasionally the house and you won't do that for me. It's not like I've asked you to get a job." His eyes searched hers.
She blinked up at him lazily. "Yeah. I know."
'Why does she have to be so damned difficult? If people just did what I asked them to do, things would go so much smoother, but no, they can't do that…Why didn't I just kill her when I had the chance? My life would be so much easier… Wow, look at those jeans… No! Don't look at them! That's wrong. What are you? A pedophile?'
Riddick shook his head and pulled his goggles back down over the pools of molten silver that were his eyes. "Look, I've got shit to do. You pick up that damn room before I come back. Okay?"
He wasn't going to wait for a response, he didn't need one. He turned on his heel and strode down the hall, disappearing behind the wall.
Jack flung her door open, causing it to slide too far in the space cut into the wall. "DAMN!" she yelled. "Stupid fucking door."
She tugged at the door, but it wasn't going to come out. When she was angry, nothing went her way. This door was much like a scolded dog; it wasn't coming out no matter what she did.
Riddick turned around when he heard Jack's commotion and began walking back toward her. "Kid, if you didn't have to get all pissed off, you wouldn't always do shit like this." He reached out for her door but she pushed his hands out of the way. "Damn it, Jack, just let me fix it!"
She whipped around, slinging her wet hair over her shoulders, "I can do this myself, thanks."
Riddick gave a deep throaty grunt. "Fine! Do it your damn self. See if I try and help you again."
With that he hit the wall, flat handed, causing it to shake under him. He then turned abruptly and took long strides down the hall.
Jack huffed and pulled at the door with all her might.
'Fuck him. Ass hole. 'Clean your room, Jack, do this Jack, do that Jack.' Fuck that shit. I'll show you do this do that. Men! UGH!'
Her thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of the front door; it was obvious Riddick was a bit angry when he left. Why else would he have slammed the door?
Jack gave the door one last tug, using all of her frustrations, and it came gliding out, but she hadn't expected it to move so it sent her flying back into the frame. She hit her back and tripped over her own foot which caused her to land a few feet inside her room, on the floor, and hit her head on the wall behind her.
"Mother fucker!" She said rubbing the back of her head.
Meanwhile, Riddick was walking swiftly down the street, flexing the muscles in his jaw as he went.
'What the hell was that about? 'I can do it myself!' Right. And I can bake cookies. Women! What the hell makes them so damned temperamental? There's no need getting all pissed off over something as stupid as cleaning. Sure, it isn't fun, but it's something that has to be done. Just do it when you have to and there aren't any problems… Damn. She's never going to learn. Getting mad over a fucking door… Jesus… Christ, Dickey what are you doing? You have a job to do, why are you worrying about the little brat?'
He walked down the sidewalk, occasionally bumping into people but he didn't pay them any attention. Riddick was much larger than most of the people he met were, having spent more than half his life in one slam or another; he had nothing better to do than tone his body. All of the muscles gave him an advantage over most men, he looked extremely intimidating and this caused him to never have a problem when he was being arrogant and bumping into people as he passed them.
Once he stopped walking, he was standing in front of a large gray brick building with no windows and only one door, a red door. He looked up the front of the building and rubbed his right hand back from his forehead to the top of his head then to the back of his neck.
"Guess it's time." He sighed as he began walking toward the door.
Once he reached the large red door, he knocked three times and waited. He could hear locks sliding open and slowly the door opened. A tall man with dark brown shoulder length hair stood in front of him. The man had a look of the purest horror etched on his face as he gazed down at Riddick's massive size.
He cleared his throat, "Is there something I can do for you sir?"
Riddick gave a hollow chuckle. "I think you know what I'm here for, and don't 'sir' me."
The man took a step back as Riddick stepped into the door way, and almost fell back ward. Riddick reached behind him as he glared at the three other people in the room and pulled the door shut with a loud bang.
The room fell deadly silent as every person in there stared into the face of death.
A/N: And here's another chapter, I hope you guys liked it. I'm surprised I've gotten so many reviews so far, I didn't think anyone would like this one. Let me know what you think and if you want me to keep writing. I'll try and get another chapter up soon. Sway
