"God Riddick...I am so glad you came back..." Jack let her smile light up her face, laying under the strong body of her lover. She closed her eyes as she felt his fingertips trace of her soft skin, a purr rising up in her throat. Her stomach clenched as she heard him chuckle deep in his own throat. "I can tell...the things you do with your tongue..." he smirked as she blushed and opened her eyes, looking up at him bashfully. Cupping his jaw in her hand, she pulled his face in to kiss his full lips, her heart fluttering as he kissed her back. Riddick brought a large hand up her smooth stomach, squeezing one of her round breasts softly. Jack squeaked inwardly, her free hand slipping around his back and letting her fingernails nip into the strong muscles of his back. His lips moved from hers, kissing over her collar bone and up her neck. "Jack..."
"Mmm, yes Riddick?" she whispered, but he didn't respond. His kisses kept trailing up her long neck, "Jack..."
She laughed a bit, "What do you want?" His lips stopped at her ear and nibbled on her lobe, "Wake up Jack..."
"What are you talking about?" her brows furrowed, enjoying his teeth on her ear. "You're going to be late if you don't wake up."
Vaguely she felt her shoulder being shaken, and her stomach plummeted as Riddick disappeared once more to be replaced by the strong morning light in her room. Imam snorted as he looked down at her, "You are the hardest person to wake up, you know that? I'm going to stop trying soon."
She sighed and dragged herself up, looking at the clock, eyes widening. Oh my GOD, she really was going to be late if she didn't hurry her ass up! "Get out, out!" she shooed out the startled priest. Nearly tripping over herself the entire time, Jack managed to dress herself up in some of her decent clothing and tie her shoes as she hopped down the hall to the kitchen. It took only a second to grab a piece of fruit and throw her lithe body out the front door, running down the crowded street like a mad woman.
Why did she have to keep having those stupid dreams! It was so real...so very real. She could feel his breath against her neck, even now. What was wrong with her? She shook her head to keep in mind he was never coming back. Jack just had to face that fact. But she still couldn't bring herself to think like that. She refused too, no matter how childish it was. Darting through the streets, taking care not to run into anyone. Slowing down as she approached the building where she was to be interviewed at, she began to let the conversation around her seep into her brain. Anything to get her mind off of the way he had touched her...those kisses, his lips...stop it Jack! She scolded herself and took the time to finally eat her fruit, minding her business as the words of two men began to trickle into her ear. "Can't believe that murderer is dead. If you ask me, it seems pretty fish, pret-ty darn fishy!" slobbered a geezer to some merchant he was buying chickens from.
"I agree, how convenient that some merc just happened to see a failing craft. Then said merc just happened to find the Richard B. Riddick, crispier than a bride's first home-cooked meal." the merchant chattered back to the wrinkled man.
"Exactly! I tell you, somethin' ain't right about it, I tell ya. Man like that, murderer like that? Just don't die by chance. Just like cockroaches won't die until you make sure to squish 'em." his furry brows lit up on his face as he pretended to stomp on a bug.
"E-Excuse me...sirs?" She whispered as she approached them, the two men looking over at her.
"Yes miss?" the merchant said amiably, beginning to pull out a fresh chicken to show her.
"I happened to hear you speaking of Riddick? He's dead?" she said, no louder than her introduction.
"Well dearie, that's what the word on the street is." growled the old man, "Let me assure you though, there ain't no way it went down the way the merc said. They have a body on him, but I think it happened some other way, I think that merc ain't telling the whole truth ya see?"
"Just another conspiracy." the merchant nodded as he put the chicken back, realizing he wasn't going to interest her, "Mercs are known liars anyway."
She nodded, "Thank you." Jack's voice almost cracked, almost. But Jack was too good at hiding her emotion anymore, and as she turned and headed back for home, neither man suspected the tears she held inside of her. Dropping her half eaten breakfast to the ground, she walked faster, away from the forgotten interview. Away from those men who ruined everything for her.
The door slammed open unceremoniously as she came in, rage now embedded deep into her face, as her guardian looked up at her, "Jack?" he looked confused, and startled. "That was a fast interview."
"I'm not going, I'm not going to get a job, I don't want a job." Her voice was harsh as she headed upstairs, quickly followed by Imam.
"What are you talking about Jack?" he said, sincerely confused.
"Don't follow me Imam! Just don't follow me! I'm tired of your righteous attitude! I don't like being here, I hate it! I hate you, and I hate your religion! Fuck god, GOD did nothing for me! If there was a god, there would be more justice in the world!" she spat, slamming her door in his face and locking it. He stared and pound on her door, "Jack, open this door right now! What on earth has gotten into you?! What happened today?!"
"Just fuck off!" she sobbed, "Riddick is dead, and I want to be dead too!"
His eyes widened as he realized the seriousness of the situation, "Jack you come out here right now, we can talk about this, please come talk to me!"
"I don't want to talk, I want to die, I don't have a reason anymore! I used to be able to think that maybe he'd show up for me, but now I know that isn't gonna happen Imam! He's dead, and I'm alone!" she collected her purse and opened the door, jerking past him.
"Jack! Jack wait, wait!" he cried, hurrying after her, grabbing her shoulder as she headed down the stairs.
"Don't Imam! Just leave it alone!" She tried to turn to look at him, and lost her balance, tripping the rest of the way down the stairs, her head hitting the floor with a sick crack, and she was out like a light.
The darkness enveloped her senses quickly, and blinded her. It covered her body in a thick blanket of cold and nausea. Icy beads pelted her, and she realized it was raining. A warm breath blew across her shoulders and neck spreading warm relief through her body. "So I meet you again, kid." Jack's eyes widened as she realized what voice that was, and she turned on her heel. Her heart thudded as she traced his outline with her eyes in the darkness.
"Riddick!" she threw her arms around him, "I thought you were dead!"
"Do you want me to be dead?" His arms did not wrap around her in return this time.
"What? No! Never! I could never wish for you to be dead..." She sobbed into his soaked shirt.
"Then no, so long as you remember me, I live on Jack. Oh And Remember...first rule. Stay in the light." He stepped back from her.
"What?" She said in confusion, looking up as a stabbing bright light penetrated her mind and eyes, giving her a throbbing headache. A teribble smell reached her nose, and she reached out a hand to brush it away.
"Stay in the light, Jack..." the voice said, fading out as did the light. "Jack wake up, are you okay? You had quite a fall..." Imam whispered to the stunned girl.
She bit her lip as she began to cry in front of him, the first time in five years. "Riddick's dead Imam..."
Imam sighed and put a hand on her back, rubbing in gentle circles. "There, there, Jack...Calm down...at least he will never be put into prison again...that is what he dreaded most, remember?"
She gave a gentle nod, wiping away her tears as Imam stood and got a few cloths to clean her up. He handed her a damp one, to brush off her mouth and run over her face to cool herself.
Gratefully she ran it over her hot face, licking her lips and sighing. She gave a deep, shuddering breath, and then she stood. "I'm sorry for the angry words Imam...I just want to get some sleep now."
Imam nodded, "Sleep child...just sleep and when you wake up it will be all better." he walked out. The lights in her room were at 100%, too bright for sleep. She turned them to 15% and watched her room dim. Climbing into her messy bed, she fell asleep about the time her head hit the pillow. Immediately she was launched into a nightmare, nowhere near as good as the one the night before. Riddick was still playing the main part, but he was different now...now he was a monster.
Jack found herself cowering at his very memory as he walked towards her, goggles off, silvery eyes narrowed, a shiv in his hand. "Riddick...Riddick what are you doing? Put that down...Riddick...what are you doing?! I thought- you said you loved me!", her scream echoed through the hollowness of her dream, ricochetting back in a shrill screech, shattering her ear drums. The noise didn't deter him, his primal instincts flashing in his eyes.
"Don't do this Riddick...I love you Riddick! I miss you! Why are you trying to hurt me? Please Riddick...stop...please just stop...", she sobbed as she covered her ears with her hands, tears streaming down her face in torrents. His face remained emotionless. He was less than five feet away now, and showed no sign of stopping. "Why Riddick? Why are you going to kill me? Why do you want to hurt me again? You're the same Riddick as always...you just want to taste my blood...but...I love you. If I can't be with you, then I'd rather die...so this is welcome, Riddick. I'm not scared now..." She whispered defiantly, standing boldly against his approach.
Just as his hand came crashing down, driving the shiv deep into her skull, there was a numb sensation before throwing her into a wakeful state again. Jack sighed and brought her hands up to rub her sleepy face. Looking out at the moon, she guessed it to be around one or two in the morning. She got up and went to the bathroom, lights still dark, so she wouldn't hurt her eyes. Jack faced her reflection in the mirror, even though she really didn't want to see herself. Lots of men had thought she was beautiful. In school she was a popular choice to 'chase' after. Her eyes were chocolate brown, framed with long black lashes. Her eyebrows were shaped perfectly above them. Her lips were full and light cherry red. Her only flaw was that she always looked so sad...
Sighing, she turned on the cold water in the porcelain sink. If only Riddick could see her now, see the young thing she'd blossomed into, he'd be sorry. Sorry he hadn't stuck around to take advantage of her budding body as he had in her many dreams. She cupped her hands under the stream, and splashed it onto her face. Groping beside her for a towel it took a moment before she could dry her pretty face. She dabbed around her wet face carefully, before opening her eyes. Wait, now her face was even dirtier! It was covered in...what was that? She leaned foreward, a dark red glinting in the mirror, and she licked her lips. Blood..her face was covered in blood. She looked at the black towel and realized it wasn't a towel. It was too thin to be a towel, and it was soaked in blood. She dropped it, realizing it was a shirt. She made a whimpering noise as she realized it was a muscle shirt...something that had come to remind her of one man.
Behind her the shower door opened, and she spun to face that particular man, wearing just a towel and a cocky smirk. He was just as she remembered him towering over 6 feet tall, with silvery eyes, and a shaven head. Deep in his muscled chest sat a large gash that didn't seem to be bugging him in the slightest. Jack looked up his muscled abdomen, to his face. His eyes were amused, full lips still forming a smirk, "Hasn't the holy man taught you to knock yet? It's been five years..."
((AUTHOR'S NOTE : Alrighty! Chapter One is now up for you guys to re-enjoy! Two Chapters redone in one night, let's see if I can keep going. I'm feeling pretty good about this after all. Please R&R, let me know what you think.))