"Jack? Jaaaaack? Jack. Jack!", it was a commanding voice, demanding she obey. "Nnnngh." and with that, she rolled over. "Jack get your ass up." "Just five more minutes Im-...Wait Imam did you just say ass?" "I'm not Imam." She flinched as she felt a rough hand grab her shoulder and shake. She thought for sure he was going to shatter her shoulder. She smacked the hand away, "I'm up, I'm up!" she grumbled as she sat up. She found herself on the couch. It was still night out, as she saw the blackness through the window, "Lights 90%" she said, without thinking, rubbing her face. "LIGHTS 20%!" the man screamed in pain. Jack looked at him, his eyes clenched in pain. Her face showed the shock she felt deep in her soul, "Riddick?!" "What are you trying to do, kill me?" "But you're dead!" "No, the merc that was on my ship is dead. I got away and here I am. Figured since they thought I was dead again, I could come visit for a little." She noticed he only had pants on, "Oh your shirt is ripped, here I have one you can borrow." She walked off to her room, and brought him back a clean shirt. He looked down at it, "This is the same shirt I had during the crash..." "I know...I...I sewed the hole." Now there sewing was a lot more advanced, and it looked as if there was never a hole, and no stitched either. "You kept it this long?" "...It's all I had to hold onto." she shrugged calmly. He smirked pulling it on over his muscled chest. "So you held on when I left, hmm?" "Of course not." Oh what a lie. She wanted to be mad at him. Mad for leaving. And so she was, "Why did you leave me, Riddick?" she let it out. "Jack don't start. You know I couldn't watch my ass while watching for you. You needed more than I could have given you. It's different when I have to feed myself. I can starve myself, and not worry about it, but you wouldn't understand Jack, you were 12." "So?! Is that supposed to make me feel better? Riddick you want to know why I ran away? My Father and Mother constantly beat me. One day, mom said something smart to my dad. He tied her up, and burned her alive right infront of me. I watched her thrash and scream untill she was dead. My dad gave me these." She pushed her bracelets up, showing him the deep scars on her wrists. "He tried to kill me. But I called the police. They came and arrested him and got me to the hospital. I was half awake when I over heard them talking...they were gonna put me in a foster home. I had heard so much bad things about them. I pulled the iv's from my wrists, and got dressed. I slipped out the window and they never found me. I was out in the streets. I stowed away in enough ships to get to a planet far away. One day while living in an alley, some guy decided he wanted to have fun. So he tried to rape me. I screamed, and I fought. It was Shazza who was walking by and found me....she took me in...And we decided to move, so we boarded the Hunter Gratzner...and you knew the rest. Shazza was someone who saved me. Then she died. I was back on the streets. Then you saved me...I wanted to go with you...just...wanted to be with you. I have starved before, I can force my body into that, I had gone a week without a proper meal, my only drink being muddy rain water. So do not TELL ME I wouldn't have understood. As for watching your ass and mine, I am capable of watching my own back.", she glared, holding onto her anger, but no matter how hard she clutched to it...it began to fade slowly, tears beginning to appear in her eyes, "When you left...I wanted to yell at you...Call you names...and then...I felt like I wanted to throw up because of wanting to say such things to you."
Riddick looked down at her, keeping his cool, even though his heart panged at her story. He watched the tears well in her eyes and looked away, "Look Jack. I couldn't take you with me. You needed to go to school. You have a job right?" "No. I had an interveiw today, but thanks to your dying stunt, I ended up running back home to tell Imam, before passing out and throwing up." "Didn't know I meant so much to you." he smirked. "Oh go to hell Riddick." she huffed, though she was bursting with happiness he was alive, and better yet, he was in her living room. "So what happened?" "Oh. Some stupid young merc decided to take me down. So he snuck onto my ship and tried to attack me when I was asleep, but I caught on to his presence before I fell asleep, and killed him, and let my ship crash with him dressed like me, before escaping. I had escaped in a smaller craft, and came here. I broke in, and took a shower, figuring I'd sleep on the couch, and wait for one of you to find me, but you had to come in just as I was about to get dressed, and make it hard on me. Then you had to pass out on the floor." "I see..." she yawned, despite her urges to hug him and never let go. "You look beat. Why don't you go to sleep. I'll give the holy man a shock when he wakes up tommorow." She nodded before uneasily stepping foreward to hug him, "I missed you Riddick." She whispered, before pulling away and turning. She walked away to her room, and flopped onto the bed, closing her eyes and falling asleep, her body and mind still in shock of what had just happened.
Riddick's eyes widened as he felt her hug him. He gave a gruff grunt, not bothering to hug her back. He kicked off his boots again and sat on the couch before reclining back, propping feet up on the side of the couch, closing his eyes to sleep. He never wanted to leave her, in truth he had wanted to take her...it was Imam who refused it. He remembered the conversation well. Imam had made him look like a dog, while telling him he could never care for Jack right. There was a mean side to the old man, and Riddick had resented that he made him look like the bad guy. Jack had thought he didn't want her. He did care for her, it was the only reason he came back. Screw Carolynn, she was weak. But Jack was fresh blood. He could mold her. He should have killed Imam. Killed Imam and taken just Jack and taught her in his ways. Taught her how to kill using a single blow to certain parts of the spine or skull. But no. When Jack was asleep Imam had asked him what he planned on doing when they landed. Riddick had told him he planned on dropping Jack off...his memory slipped into dream as he fell asleep. It was just like yesterday....
"Mr. Riddick, you can't take Jack with you. She is a growing girl." "So old man, I can take care of her. I took care of myself, how hard can a kid be?" "Mr. Riddick. I will NOT allow you to take Jack with you.", his voice was low and dangerous. "If you try to take her along with you, I will see to it you are killed." Riddick couldn't believe his ears. He supposed the man was insane with greif that his three kids on the planet had all been killed, but that was NOT his fault. He couldn't make it up to him by just giving him Jack. But the threat pressed. If he tried to take Jack, Imam would have all the mercs up his ass. Not safe for the kid. So he just gave him a death glare, "Alright, Holy man. But know this. One day I will come back. and I will take Jack with me. She'll come on her own. She can do that, you know." Imam glared but said nothing. He turned and walked away. Riddick looked over at Jack who had been sleeping the whole time intently. He whispered an apology before going back to piloting. Riddick's dreams strayed from his child hood, to Jack as he slept the night soundly.
Jack was asleep in her room, dreaming back 5 years ago. The night was deep, and she could hear Riddick and Imam, as she pretended to be asleep. She heard the arguments between Riddick. Riddick had wanted to take her with him...Imam had threatened him. She had always known this in the back of her mind, but it wasn't until that night did it really hit her. Riddick HAD wanted her to go with him. It was Imam. In her mind she recoiled from Imam. She wanted nothing to do with him anymore...he had made her suffer...Suffer so much.
She flashed back to a year after the crash. She was so quiet. She never spoke of him. She had researched and hacked everything and anything she could find of him. Pictures, stories, his criminal record. Everything. Mug shots, to descrpitions of him, to pictures of the murdered subjects. Soon she could tell which murder was truley his, and which was a glorified attempt at trying to get him to be remembered...She had made notes on his patterns, how he liked to kill certain people. Say Woman were usually killed faster. Children were never there, never children deaths. Men were killed a bit slower. She had it to where she figured she knew exactly what he was thinking and his exact steps and movements to go with each murder.
Hope life's been to you since you've been gone, I'm doing fine now, I've finally moved on. It's not so bad, I'm not that sad. I'm not suprised just how well I've survived I'm over the worst and I feel so alive. I can't complain, I'm free again.
2 years since he had left. She was still in denial, "He's coming back Imam. I tell you he will. He'll come back for me, really." "No Child, he's not returning..." Imam had always brought down her dreams when it came to Riddick...it was like anything that involved Riddick was wrong...and she didn't understand. Riddick saved them. She loved Riddick...
And it only hurts when I'm breathing. My heart only breaks when it's beating. My dreams only die when I'm dreaming so I hold my breath, To forget.
3 years since the crash. She wore his shirt to sleep in, still dreaming of his murders, and him loving her. She had gotten over the teribble pain, and had narrowed it to a dull ache that thudded in her soul and heart. She was okay...even though she felt weak and about ready to drop dead.
Don't think I'm lying round crying at night. There's no need to worry I'm really alright. I've never looked back as a matter of fact.
4 years since the crash. She gave into a slump. She rebelled against the idea of loving him. She packed his shirt, and all the notes she made, the pictures, everything. She packed it up in a box and put it at the bottom of her closet.
And It only hurts when I'm dreaming. My heart only breaks when it's beating. My dreams only die when I'm dreaming, So I hold my breath, to forget.
It had been around a week after packing up the stuff that reminded him, and already it was all back out again. She had to face the fact that she would never be free of Riddick. He would always be there in the back of her head, and mind, whispering things to her, "Go for the sweet spot, just left of the spine. The abdominel aorta. A mettalic taste, human blood, sort of copperish."
It only hurts when I breathe. No I've never looked back as a matter of fact. And it only hurts when I'm breathing my heart only breaks when it's beating. My dreams only die when I'm dreaming, so I hold my breath, to forget.
As she grew to a point of age, she realized how gorgeous Riddick was. His shaved head, masculine body, silvery eyes, lean form, black pants and shirt. Her dreams grew heated with desires and passions she didn't think possible. They left her out of breath, blushing, and slightly embarassed when she woke, and she knew this would only ever happen in her dreams. Riddick wasn't one to be in love.
It only hurts, hurts when I'm breathing. Heart only breaks, breaks when it's beating. Dreams only die, die when I'm dreaming. It only hurts when I breathe.
And after all this time, she blamed Riddick for her pain and unhappiness, when she had to think of it though, and think back, it was Imam's fault. The holy man was the cause of her despair. A horrible feeling of pain, hatred, and betrayel sent her body into the darkness of her dreams. She had trusted that Imam would help her, not hurt her. She had looked up to him as a father, and now she realized it. He had kept her from happiness. He had been the one that had kept her in such despair, she let a blade slide down the skin of her arms, and wathed the red trail, enchanted. He had kept her pushed down, and shy, afraid to socialize with anyone, too afraid of the news on her obsession about Riddick slipping out accidentally, and be mocked and made fun of for it. It was Imam all this time. Imam had caused her to build up rage for Riddick slowly underneathe the love. But there was no hate for Riddick now. Only for...
She sat up, sweat beading her face as her eyes narrowed against the rays of sun, "Imam..."
((AN: Wow I didn't think I'd be able to finish it. But here we go, two chapters in one day. This one was hard, because it is now 12:45 am, and I take pills and shit for medical conditions I have, and I keep like...falling asleep right here in my chair, lol. Thanks for reveiwing guys, Much love to you XD 3 gives out Riddick posters Chapter 4, tommorow, I promise. Unless my compter crashes, than I'll have to go to my friend's house and write it and submit it, lol. Well, Off for some well deserved sleep :D Oh Btw, this is the longest chapter yet X3 Oh Yes. Yet ANOTHER Song in it :D Don't worry, I will tire of song's soon. Song in Chapter Two Was Vanessa Carlton Rinse, and this one is Shania Twain Only hurts or something like that.))
Riddick looked down at her, keeping his cool, even though his heart panged at her story. He watched the tears well in her eyes and looked away, "Look Jack. I couldn't take you with me. You needed to go to school. You have a job right?" "No. I had an interveiw today, but thanks to your dying stunt, I ended up running back home to tell Imam, before passing out and throwing up." "Didn't know I meant so much to you." he smirked. "Oh go to hell Riddick." she huffed, though she was bursting with happiness he was alive, and better yet, he was in her living room. "So what happened?" "Oh. Some stupid young merc decided to take me down. So he snuck onto my ship and tried to attack me when I was asleep, but I caught on to his presence before I fell asleep, and killed him, and let my ship crash with him dressed like me, before escaping. I had escaped in a smaller craft, and came here. I broke in, and took a shower, figuring I'd sleep on the couch, and wait for one of you to find me, but you had to come in just as I was about to get dressed, and make it hard on me. Then you had to pass out on the floor." "I see..." she yawned, despite her urges to hug him and never let go. "You look beat. Why don't you go to sleep. I'll give the holy man a shock when he wakes up tommorow." She nodded before uneasily stepping foreward to hug him, "I missed you Riddick." She whispered, before pulling away and turning. She walked away to her room, and flopped onto the bed, closing her eyes and falling asleep, her body and mind still in shock of what had just happened.
Riddick's eyes widened as he felt her hug him. He gave a gruff grunt, not bothering to hug her back. He kicked off his boots again and sat on the couch before reclining back, propping feet up on the side of the couch, closing his eyes to sleep. He never wanted to leave her, in truth he had wanted to take her...it was Imam who refused it. He remembered the conversation well. Imam had made him look like a dog, while telling him he could never care for Jack right. There was a mean side to the old man, and Riddick had resented that he made him look like the bad guy. Jack had thought he didn't want her. He did care for her, it was the only reason he came back. Screw Carolynn, she was weak. But Jack was fresh blood. He could mold her. He should have killed Imam. Killed Imam and taken just Jack and taught her in his ways. Taught her how to kill using a single blow to certain parts of the spine or skull. But no. When Jack was asleep Imam had asked him what he planned on doing when they landed. Riddick had told him he planned on dropping Jack off...his memory slipped into dream as he fell asleep. It was just like yesterday....
"Mr. Riddick, you can't take Jack with you. She is a growing girl." "So old man, I can take care of her. I took care of myself, how hard can a kid be?" "Mr. Riddick. I will NOT allow you to take Jack with you.", his voice was low and dangerous. "If you try to take her along with you, I will see to it you are killed." Riddick couldn't believe his ears. He supposed the man was insane with greif that his three kids on the planet had all been killed, but that was NOT his fault. He couldn't make it up to him by just giving him Jack. But the threat pressed. If he tried to take Jack, Imam would have all the mercs up his ass. Not safe for the kid. So he just gave him a death glare, "Alright, Holy man. But know this. One day I will come back. and I will take Jack with me. She'll come on her own. She can do that, you know." Imam glared but said nothing. He turned and walked away. Riddick looked over at Jack who had been sleeping the whole time intently. He whispered an apology before going back to piloting. Riddick's dreams strayed from his child hood, to Jack as he slept the night soundly.
Jack was asleep in her room, dreaming back 5 years ago. The night was deep, and she could hear Riddick and Imam, as she pretended to be asleep. She heard the arguments between Riddick. Riddick had wanted to take her with him...Imam had threatened him. She had always known this in the back of her mind, but it wasn't until that night did it really hit her. Riddick HAD wanted her to go with him. It was Imam. In her mind she recoiled from Imam. She wanted nothing to do with him anymore...he had made her suffer...Suffer so much.
She flashed back to a year after the crash. She was so quiet. She never spoke of him. She had researched and hacked everything and anything she could find of him. Pictures, stories, his criminal record. Everything. Mug shots, to descrpitions of him, to pictures of the murdered subjects. Soon she could tell which murder was truley his, and which was a glorified attempt at trying to get him to be remembered...She had made notes on his patterns, how he liked to kill certain people. Say Woman were usually killed faster. Children were never there, never children deaths. Men were killed a bit slower. She had it to where she figured she knew exactly what he was thinking and his exact steps and movements to go with each murder.
Hope life's been to you since you've been gone, I'm doing fine now, I've finally moved on. It's not so bad, I'm not that sad. I'm not suprised just how well I've survived I'm over the worst and I feel so alive. I can't complain, I'm free again.
2 years since he had left. She was still in denial, "He's coming back Imam. I tell you he will. He'll come back for me, really." "No Child, he's not returning..." Imam had always brought down her dreams when it came to Riddick...it was like anything that involved Riddick was wrong...and she didn't understand. Riddick saved them. She loved Riddick...
And it only hurts when I'm breathing. My heart only breaks when it's beating. My dreams only die when I'm dreaming so I hold my breath, To forget.
3 years since the crash. She wore his shirt to sleep in, still dreaming of his murders, and him loving her. She had gotten over the teribble pain, and had narrowed it to a dull ache that thudded in her soul and heart. She was okay...even though she felt weak and about ready to drop dead.
Don't think I'm lying round crying at night. There's no need to worry I'm really alright. I've never looked back as a matter of fact.
4 years since the crash. She gave into a slump. She rebelled against the idea of loving him. She packed his shirt, and all the notes she made, the pictures, everything. She packed it up in a box and put it at the bottom of her closet.
And It only hurts when I'm dreaming. My heart only breaks when it's beating. My dreams only die when I'm dreaming, So I hold my breath, to forget.
It had been around a week after packing up the stuff that reminded him, and already it was all back out again. She had to face the fact that she would never be free of Riddick. He would always be there in the back of her head, and mind, whispering things to her, "Go for the sweet spot, just left of the spine. The abdominel aorta. A mettalic taste, human blood, sort of copperish."
It only hurts when I breathe. No I've never looked back as a matter of fact. And it only hurts when I'm breathing my heart only breaks when it's beating. My dreams only die when I'm dreaming, so I hold my breath, to forget.
As she grew to a point of age, she realized how gorgeous Riddick was. His shaved head, masculine body, silvery eyes, lean form, black pants and shirt. Her dreams grew heated with desires and passions she didn't think possible. They left her out of breath, blushing, and slightly embarassed when she woke, and she knew this would only ever happen in her dreams. Riddick wasn't one to be in love.
It only hurts, hurts when I'm breathing. Heart only breaks, breaks when it's beating. Dreams only die, die when I'm dreaming. It only hurts when I breathe.
And after all this time, she blamed Riddick for her pain and unhappiness, when she had to think of it though, and think back, it was Imam's fault. The holy man was the cause of her despair. A horrible feeling of pain, hatred, and betrayel sent her body into the darkness of her dreams. She had trusted that Imam would help her, not hurt her. She had looked up to him as a father, and now she realized it. He had kept her from happiness. He had been the one that had kept her in such despair, she let a blade slide down the skin of her arms, and wathed the red trail, enchanted. He had kept her pushed down, and shy, afraid to socialize with anyone, too afraid of the news on her obsession about Riddick slipping out accidentally, and be mocked and made fun of for it. It was Imam all this time. Imam had caused her to build up rage for Riddick slowly underneathe the love. But there was no hate for Riddick now. Only for...
She sat up, sweat beading her face as her eyes narrowed against the rays of sun, "Imam..."
((AN: Wow I didn't think I'd be able to finish it. But here we go, two chapters in one day. This one was hard, because it is now 12:45 am, and I take pills and shit for medical conditions I have, and I keep like...falling asleep right here in my chair, lol. Thanks for reveiwing guys, Much love to you XD 3 gives out Riddick posters Chapter 4, tommorow, I promise. Unless my compter crashes, than I'll have to go to my friend's house and write it and submit it, lol. Well, Off for some well deserved sleep :D Oh Btw, this is the longest chapter yet X3 Oh Yes. Yet ANOTHER Song in it :D Don't worry, I will tire of song's soon. Song in Chapter Two Was Vanessa Carlton Rinse, and this one is Shania Twain Only hurts or something like that.))