Title: Unleash
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Hey, just a little apology for not having updated sooner, but I was quite torn about what to do with this chapter and by extension the story. This chapter is a bit shorter than the other two, but its meant to be a bit of a teaser, something that I think is important in every story. Anyway, sorry that it took me so long! Hopefully I can get the fourth chapter up sooner than I did this time! Enjoy! ^_^
Chapter 3: Emerging
For three days, Jack, Imam, and Riddick had been on New Mecca, slowly getting used to their new surroundings. Imam had acquired a house and realizing that if he wished to help Jack, he would not be able to simply get rid of Riddick, had asked both of them to stay with him. He had spent the last day or so looking at schools in the nearby area, and so was slightly tired when he arrived home to find Jack cooking in the kitchen while Riddick sat at the table drinking a beer, both of them arguing about Jack's attendance to any school.
"No, Riddick, I'm not going. Imam can look at as many of those rat traps as he wants, but I won't go! I thought you of all people would get it!" Jack huffed as she stirred the pot of stew that she was making for dinner that night. It seemed that the other two were incapable of making any meal that even bordered on nutritious, so the job of cooking had fallen to her. Thankfully, it was more enjoyable then she had originally thought it was going to be. She turned to glare over her shoulder when Riddick didn't make a sound. "Well.." , she said, her teeth beginning to clench together painfully.
Before he could answer, Imam came into the kitchen taking a seat opposite of Riddick at the table.
"Before you answer, Mr. Riddick, I wanted to let you both know that I have found a school that would be perfect for Jack. It is called Mecca Academy, and is highly recommended. The curriculum is fast-paced and will keep you busy, young Jack. I met with a few of the students, who all seemed to be quite polite and enjoying the academy. They can take you starting next week. Amazingly, we seemed to have arrived before the school year started. We have a meeting tomorrow with the principle who would like to speak with you about your previous schooling. "Looking over to Jack, Imam didn't expect to see her looking pleased, but he certainly didn't think he would see the look of disgust on her face either. "Jack, is something the matter?" He asked bewildered, looking over at Riddick to gage his reaction to his news. Riddick merely grunted and took another swing of his beer.
Jack could only watch the pair with a look of disgust on her face. Glaring at both of them, she slammed the spoon that she had been using to stir the pot with on the counter and stalked out of the kitchen, not saying a word to either of them. 'Idiots', she thought, 'They can't make me go to some preppy school where the kids are all trust-fund babies!'
Reaching her room, she slammed the door, trying to decide her next move. Going over to the closet, she grabbed a duffle, already packed for just such an occasion, the few bills that she had gotten from Imam that first day they landed, and moved toward her window. When she had chosen this room, she had mainly chosen it for the large tree that grew beside it making it the perfect escape. She opened the window, slinging her duffle across her back, and began the climb down. Little did she know that a shadow had watched her climb down the tree and run out the main gate, headed to the seedier parts of town.
'Well, well, well…where you going, Jackie?'
