6-3-06 A/N: Sorry it's been so long, I lost my password! But I'm back, with more chapters pumping themselves out of my brain. :) Please R&R!
Abandoned
He looked at her for an eon, it seemed. Anger flooded Kyra's eyes and she blinked quickly.
"You died, Riddick. You died, you left me all alone, again. You were dead, I saw you. He shot you. I got on the ship and then everything just…it's all blank. I remember this haze, I was dead, but it was like a dream, a very bad dream…And then you were there, and now I'm here…." She sighed. "It just doesn't make sense!"
"Kyra, think. You know that's not right. Think about it."
Kyra struggled to remember what had happened. "I don't remember."
He peered at her through his goggles. "Go back to sleep, Jack. You'll remember."
Riddick was wondering what had happened. He knew when he left her on Helion Prime he was making a mistake, something that would affect everything he did. What he didn't realize was that it was the biggest mistake he could have made, and his biggest regret.
Ha! Regret! It doesn't exist in my book. Shit, but it does, all thanks to her…for a bastard who can sense a person's biggest fears, he sure fucked this one up. Who would have thought that abandonment would have been the fear of a teenage girl? She wasn't afraid of me from the beginning, that should have given me a hint right then. Fuck. And she thinks I did it twice? That woman, Shira, I saw, and the hand…I've never felt pain like that before. Pain so great it knocked me out for a quarter of an hour? Never in my life. I'll have to explain it to her. Later. Once I talk to the damn elemental. She seemed to know a lot.
Jack laid back in the bed as Riddick walked out. She thought of calling after him, but didn't want to confuse him even more. She hoped she had confused him, because he sure as hell confused her!
What he didn't understand was that it was all a façade. A mask, something she was using to find him out.
The conversion had not wiped her of all her wit, though it made her unable to feel pain. It jumbled all of her thoughts, but left her with one constant image circling her brain….he hadn't left. He hadn't died, and she left him.
He thought that she had, and that was painful, as painful as the healed wound she had received giving the Lord Marshall what he fucking deserved. Once she saw him, all of the memories came rushing back. Kyra had to hide it, but Jack just wanted to grin. That little piece of Jackie that was still idolizing him.
She went back, but at first, she had to pretend so they would remove the guards…she couldn't give him a hint.
Maybe, just maybe, the little fluttering of her eyes at the last moment had not gone unnoticed. Just maybe. He would have to tell her. She had not abandoned him.