Warmth...it flooded through the body, warming her deeply. His arms were so strong and warm. They made her feel so safe...so very safe. She pulled closer to Riddick, "Mmmm Riddick." "Jack?" "Yes Riddick?" "Jack." "I said what..." "Jack!" "What?" "Jack wake up!" "I am awake, Riddick you silly." Riddick faded away, calling her name. "Riddick no don't go..." she whimpered. He turned into a lumpy pillow. "What the hell Riddick, you're a pillow?" "Jack wake UP!", Imam said a bit Impaitent, unable to hear what she was murmering into her drool covered pillow. She pulled her face from the pillow, looking up at Imam, "unnnghhh?" "You were supposed to be up, You have that job interveiw today!" "...What time is it?" "12:30!" "Fuck!" She scrambled up, and Imam scolded her, "Do not use such language, Jack!" She just pushed him out her door, scampering around to get her clothes on. She yanked on a nice skirt, and a white tanktop. She pulled it on, and yanked a classy long sleeve shirt over it, leaving the first 3 buttons undone, to show the white of the tanktop. She looked in a mirror, brushing her short chocolate brown hair. She pulled out a black pencil, running the thick eyeliner over the rims of her eyes, making them stand out nicely. She yanked on some white socks and tan boots before running out the door grabbing her purse. She kisses Imam quickly on the cheek, "Love you, gotta go, be back soon." she ran out the door and stumbled through the streets like a crazy woman.
The dream occupied her mind as she ran. 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. She had to face that fact. But...she couldn't bring herself to think like that. She refused. It was childish, she knew, god did she know. She kept darting through the streets, carefully not running into anyone. She pulled to the side, as a hovercraft flew by, getting screams of anger from the merchants, as the air that broke for the craft blew back into their faces. Messing up their wares. She laughed as an older merchant tipped over backwards in his chair. The dust that wafted through the air slipped slenderly into her nose, and she sneezed, before taking off again. As she slowed, nearing the place she was to be interveiwed, she over heard two people talking, while looking at a news screen. "Can you believe it? Riddick dead? It's amazing." "I know. Too bad the merc found him dead, He should have been locked away for what he did." Her eyes widened, and she turned looking at the two people, "Riddick is...dead?" "Yes, see here it is." he pushed a button on the news screen, and she looked at the picture of a charred corpse, with black goggles, boots, pants, and a shirt. "Richard B. Riddick found dead today in his crashed cruiser. The cruiser was said to have been seen plummeting from the galaxy onto an alien planet. Mercs had seen the ship went to investigate, and found his body," it went on, longer, more gruesome. She felt her stomach make an uneasy turn, and her knees started to shake. "E-Excuse me p-please...." She stuttered as she made her way back to Imam's house, forgetting the interveiw completely. She knocked on the door, hands shaking too hard to pull out her key card and open the door. Imam opened the door, "Jack? What happened?! You are supposed to be at the interveiw!" "He's dead...Riddick's dead."
"What are you talking about?" "I heard it on the news. People were talking about it. Television On." She managed to choke out. The t.v. clicked on, and sure enough it was all over the news, "Today on the planet Tynill a falling ship was seen. When it was investigated, they found the charred body of what appears to be the elusive escaped convict, Richard B. Riddick." they showed pictures of the charred body, and Jack forced herself to look away, "You were right Imam, he would never come back...oh dear god I feel sick." "There there child, calm down, you're getting yourself all worked up." "Calm down?! CALM DOWN! My hero who saved my LIFE just DIED and you are telling me to calm the fuck down?! I CAN'T CALM DOWN! RIDDICK IS DEAD! So don't fucking TELL me to calm down!" "Jack!" the holy man said sternly, "Do not talk to me that way young lady. Now you sit your butt down right now, and calm down!" "NO! I will not calm down, he was my hero, I wanted him to come back for me, and now he's DEAD Don't you s-" she stopped as her body gave a violent shudder. She started again, "Don't you see Imam? He's never coming back! Never Oh shit..Oh shit oh shit oh FUCK!" she screamed. "JACK! SETTLE DOWN RIGHT NOW!" she turned towards him with a look of pure hate, and she spat, "Fuck you, and fuck god. God has never done anything for me. So Fuck h-" her body shuddered again and she felt a wave of nausea hit her hard once again. She felt her knees turn into jelly as she crashed onto the floor with a thud, her head hitting the cold floor with a loud crack, and she was out cold. ((( There Frek, A whole new paragraph just for you. It's probably still rushed, but it's 1:11 am now, and I'm tired =/ -curls up on Riddick's stomach and goes to sleep- [And no, I'm not mad for having to write another paragraph, I knew I should, but I was lazy, and you got me off my ass, thanks n.n])))
Darkness was all she could see...more and more darkness. It covered her body in a thick blanket of ice and nausea. Icy beads pelted her, and she realized it was raining. A warm breath blew across her shoulders and neck, "So I meet you again, kid." She turned on her heel, and out of the darkness she could see his outline. "Riddick!" she threw her arms around him, "Aren't you dead?" "Do you want me to be dead?" "No! Never! I could never wish for you to be dead...", she sobbed into his soaked shirt. "Than no. As long as you remember me, I live on Jack. Oh And Remember...first rule. Stay in the light." "What?" 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. "Jack?" "Riddick, are you there? I can't...I can't see you!" There was silence, before a whispered echo, "Stay in the light..." Her eyes fluttered open to stare into darkness...wait no, that was Imam's face...just...just Imam. She wanted to curl up and sob again, "He's dead isn't he Imam?" "...Yes child, the news said he was." "Oh god." she turned onto her stomach on the bed, and threw up, a sudden immagination sending the thoughts of what Riddick's burned flesh smelled like. This just made her go into dry heaves as she had thrown up her meager dinner from last night.
Imam 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, pulling back onto her back. Imam stood and got a few cloths to clean up her mess. He handed her a wet cold one, to brush off her mouth and run over her face to cool herself. She gratefully ran it over her visable flesh, on her face, the neckline of her shirt, her arms and a little of her legs. She gave a deep, shuddering breath and curled up onto her side, "I'm sorry for the mess Imam...I will get some sleep now, Okay? I still feel teribble..." Imam nodded, "Sleep child...just sleep and when you wake up it will be all better." he walked out. The lights were still on 100%, so she coughed, "Lights 15%." the lights dimmed considerably and she let her eyes flutter shut, submersing her into another dream.
She'd do anything to sparkle in his eye she would suffer she would fight and compromise she's been wishing on the stars that shine so bright for questions that will haunt her tonight.
She whimpered into her pillow, monsters creeping out from her closet, and from underneathe her bed....
She must rinse this all away. She can't hold him this way. She must rinse this all away. She Can't love him...this way.
He flooded her dreams still. But this time he was a menace. He was the monster in the shadows, lurking, waiting to strike.
How she'd be soothed how she'd be saved if he could see she needs to be held in his arms to be free but everything happens for reasons that she will never understand till she knows of the heart of a woman who will never be found in the arms of a man.
She found herself cowering at his very memory as he walked towards her, goggles off, silvery eyes narrowed, a shiv in his hand.
She must rinse this all away. She can't hold anybody this way. She must rinse this all away, she can't love him.
"Riddick...Riddick what are you doing? Put that down...Riddick...what are you doing?! No! NO! STAY AWAY! NOOO!", her scream echoed through the hollowness of her dream, ricochetting back in shrill sreeches, shattering her ear drums. But he kept coming towards her.
And if she runs away she fears she wont be followed what could be worse then leaving something behind and as the depths of oceans slowly become shallow, it's lonliness she finds. If only he was mine.
"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 ears, tears streaming down her face in torrents. His face remained emotionless. He was less than five feet away.
She'd do anything to sparkle in his eye. She would suffer she would fight and compromise. She's been wishing on the stars that shine so bright for answers to questrions that will haunt her tonight...
"Why Riddick? Why are you going to kill me? Why do you want to hear me scream? You're the same Riddick as always...you just want to taste my blood...but...I love you. So kill me, then I can be with you...kill me...cut me...hurt me." He got right infront of her, glaring down at her form, reclined back in a vulerable posistion.
She must rinse him. She must rinse him. She can't rinse him. She can't rinse him she can't she won't she must rinse him she can't she won't she must rinse him She must rinse this all away She can't hold him this way.
"I...I love you.", She closed her eyes, braced for impact.
She must rinse this all away She Can't love him, This way.
And as his hand slammed down into her skull, there was darkness before she jerked into wakefulness. She brought her hands up to rub her sleepy face. She looked out at the moon, it must be around 1 or 2 am. She got up and went to the bathroom, lights still dark, she didn't want to hurt her eyes. She looked into the mirror, and turned on the cold water. She cupped her hands under the stream, and splashed it onto her face. She groped for a towel and brought one to her face. She dabbed around her wet face carefully, before opening her eyes. Her face was covered in blood. She looked at the black towel and realized it wasn't a towel. It was thinner than a towel, and it was soaked in blood. She dropped it, realizing it was a shirt. She made choked whimpering noises.
The shower door opened, a white towel wrapped around the waste of a muscled man, towering over 6 feet tall. There was blood all over the shower walls she noticed, and there was a gash in the man's chest. She looked up his muscled abdomen, to his face. His silver eyes were amused, full lips pulled up into a smirk, "Geeze Jack, you can't make anything simple can you?" "....Riddick." and with that, she fainted.
((That song fic dream part was way bad. I know. But uh...second chapter is up. I don't think it's as good as the first chapter, but now it should get interesting, right? XD -gives everyone who reveiwed the first chapter Riddick action figures.- ))
The dream occupied her mind as she ran. 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. She had to face that fact. But...she couldn't bring herself to think like that. She refused. It was childish, she knew, god did she know. She kept darting through the streets, carefully not running into anyone. She pulled to the side, as a hovercraft flew by, getting screams of anger from the merchants, as the air that broke for the craft blew back into their faces. Messing up their wares. She laughed as an older merchant tipped over backwards in his chair. The dust that wafted through the air slipped slenderly into her nose, and she sneezed, before taking off again. As she slowed, nearing the place she was to be interveiwed, she over heard two people talking, while looking at a news screen. "Can you believe it? Riddick dead? It's amazing." "I know. Too bad the merc found him dead, He should have been locked away for what he did." Her eyes widened, and she turned looking at the two people, "Riddick is...dead?" "Yes, see here it is." he pushed a button on the news screen, and she looked at the picture of a charred corpse, with black goggles, boots, pants, and a shirt. "Richard B. Riddick found dead today in his crashed cruiser. The cruiser was said to have been seen plummeting from the galaxy onto an alien planet. Mercs had seen the ship went to investigate, and found his body," it went on, longer, more gruesome. She felt her stomach make an uneasy turn, and her knees started to shake. "E-Excuse me p-please...." She stuttered as she made her way back to Imam's house, forgetting the interveiw completely. She knocked on the door, hands shaking too hard to pull out her key card and open the door. Imam opened the door, "Jack? What happened?! You are supposed to be at the interveiw!" "He's dead...Riddick's dead."
"What are you talking about?" "I heard it on the news. People were talking about it. Television On." She managed to choke out. The t.v. clicked on, and sure enough it was all over the news, "Today on the planet Tynill a falling ship was seen. When it was investigated, they found the charred body of what appears to be the elusive escaped convict, Richard B. Riddick." they showed pictures of the charred body, and Jack forced herself to look away, "You were right Imam, he would never come back...oh dear god I feel sick." "There there child, calm down, you're getting yourself all worked up." "Calm down?! CALM DOWN! My hero who saved my LIFE just DIED and you are telling me to calm the fuck down?! I CAN'T CALM DOWN! RIDDICK IS DEAD! So don't fucking TELL me to calm down!" "Jack!" the holy man said sternly, "Do not talk to me that way young lady. Now you sit your butt down right now, and calm down!" "NO! I will not calm down, he was my hero, I wanted him to come back for me, and now he's DEAD Don't you s-" she stopped as her body gave a violent shudder. She started again, "Don't you see Imam? He's never coming back! Never Oh shit..Oh shit oh shit oh FUCK!" she screamed. "JACK! SETTLE DOWN RIGHT NOW!" she turned towards him with a look of pure hate, and she spat, "Fuck you, and fuck god. God has never done anything for me. So Fuck h-" her body shuddered again and she felt a wave of nausea hit her hard once again. She felt her knees turn into jelly as she crashed onto the floor with a thud, her head hitting the cold floor with a loud crack, and she was out cold. ((( There Frek, A whole new paragraph just for you. It's probably still rushed, but it's 1:11 am now, and I'm tired =/ -curls up on Riddick's stomach and goes to sleep- [And no, I'm not mad for having to write another paragraph, I knew I should, but I was lazy, and you got me off my ass, thanks n.n])))
Darkness was all she could see...more and more darkness. It covered her body in a thick blanket of ice and nausea. Icy beads pelted her, and she realized it was raining. A warm breath blew across her shoulders and neck, "So I meet you again, kid." She turned on her heel, and out of the darkness she could see his outline. "Riddick!" she threw her arms around him, "Aren't you dead?" "Do you want me to be dead?" "No! Never! I could never wish for you to be dead...", she sobbed into his soaked shirt. "Than no. As long as you remember me, I live on Jack. Oh And Remember...first rule. Stay in the light." "What?" 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. "Jack?" "Riddick, are you there? I can't...I can't see you!" There was silence, before a whispered echo, "Stay in the light..." Her eyes fluttered open to stare into darkness...wait no, that was Imam's face...just...just Imam. She wanted to curl up and sob again, "He's dead isn't he Imam?" "...Yes child, the news said he was." "Oh god." she turned onto her stomach on the bed, and threw up, a sudden immagination sending the thoughts of what Riddick's burned flesh smelled like. This just made her go into dry heaves as she had thrown up her meager dinner from last night.
Imam 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, pulling back onto her back. Imam stood and got a few cloths to clean up her mess. He handed her a wet cold one, to brush off her mouth and run over her face to cool herself. She gratefully ran it over her visable flesh, on her face, the neckline of her shirt, her arms and a little of her legs. She gave a deep, shuddering breath and curled up onto her side, "I'm sorry for the mess Imam...I will get some sleep now, Okay? I still feel teribble..." Imam nodded, "Sleep child...just sleep and when you wake up it will be all better." he walked out. The lights were still on 100%, so she coughed, "Lights 15%." the lights dimmed considerably and she let her eyes flutter shut, submersing her into another dream.
She'd do anything to sparkle in his eye she would suffer she would fight and compromise she's been wishing on the stars that shine so bright for questions that will haunt her tonight.
She whimpered into her pillow, monsters creeping out from her closet, and from underneathe her bed....
She must rinse this all away. She can't hold him this way. She must rinse this all away. She Can't love him...this way.
He flooded her dreams still. But this time he was a menace. He was the monster in the shadows, lurking, waiting to strike.
How she'd be soothed how she'd be saved if he could see she needs to be held in his arms to be free but everything happens for reasons that she will never understand till she knows of the heart of a woman who will never be found in the arms of a man.
She found herself cowering at his very memory as he walked towards her, goggles off, silvery eyes narrowed, a shiv in his hand.
She must rinse this all away. She can't hold anybody this way. She must rinse this all away, she can't love him.
"Riddick...Riddick what are you doing? Put that down...Riddick...what are you doing?! No! NO! STAY AWAY! NOOO!", her scream echoed through the hollowness of her dream, ricochetting back in shrill sreeches, shattering her ear drums. But he kept coming towards her.
And if she runs away she fears she wont be followed what could be worse then leaving something behind and as the depths of oceans slowly become shallow, it's lonliness she finds. If only he was mine.
"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 ears, tears streaming down her face in torrents. His face remained emotionless. He was less than five feet away.
She'd do anything to sparkle in his eye. She would suffer she would fight and compromise. She's been wishing on the stars that shine so bright for answers to questrions that will haunt her tonight...
"Why Riddick? Why are you going to kill me? Why do you want to hear me scream? You're the same Riddick as always...you just want to taste my blood...but...I love you. So kill me, then I can be with you...kill me...cut me...hurt me." He got right infront of her, glaring down at her form, reclined back in a vulerable posistion.
She must rinse him. She must rinse him. She can't rinse him. She can't rinse him she can't she won't she must rinse him she can't she won't she must rinse him She must rinse this all away She can't hold him this way.
"I...I love you.", She closed her eyes, braced for impact.
She must rinse this all away She Can't love him, This way.
And as his hand slammed down into her skull, there was darkness before she jerked into wakefulness. She brought her hands up to rub her sleepy face. She looked out at the moon, it must be around 1 or 2 am. She got up and went to the bathroom, lights still dark, she didn't want to hurt her eyes. She looked into the mirror, and turned on the cold water. She cupped her hands under the stream, and splashed it onto her face. She groped for a towel and brought one to her face. She dabbed around her wet face carefully, before opening her eyes. Her face was covered in blood. She looked at the black towel and realized it wasn't a towel. It was thinner than a towel, and it was soaked in blood. She dropped it, realizing it was a shirt. She made choked whimpering noises.
The shower door opened, a white towel wrapped around the waste of a muscled man, towering over 6 feet tall. There was blood all over the shower walls she noticed, and there was a gash in the man's chest. She looked up his muscled abdomen, to his face. His silver eyes were amused, full lips pulled up into a smirk, "Geeze Jack, you can't make anything simple can you?" "....Riddick." and with that, she fainted.
((That song fic dream part was way bad. I know. But uh...second chapter is up. I don't think it's as good as the first chapter, but now it should get interesting, right? XD -gives everyone who reveiwed the first chapter Riddick action figures.- ))