((AN: Oh Dude, Sorry it's taken me so fucking long to get this up. I have GOOD reasons though! One: The day after I got the third chapter up, my Computer CRASHED! I couldn't even open up I.E. Without it freezing! So I had no way to upload it! Two: I had Mission Camp down in Fayetteville West Virginia all week, two weeks ago, starting the 11th. And when I got home, the computer wasn't fixed, and I was tired as fuck from gutting a trailor and then putting new aluminum siding up on it, while Having my pastor yelling at me I'm doing it the wrong way. And Three: I just opened up Notepad, stared at the screen, began to write something for Chapter four, reread it, and was disgusted with my writing. So I just got a good idea, and I'm not gonna try to get out of writing this anymore :NodNod: So uh. ON WITH TAINTED ANGEL, IT LIIIIIIVES! Thanks for all the reveiws btw :squee: fufufufufu n.n))
"Imam...", she repeated to herself, rubbing a hand over her face, and yawning. She stood up and stripped off her shirt, pants, and panties, sliding up fresh panties on her shapely leg, and then sliding up a new pair of black pants. She slid on a baggy black shirt, and brushed her curly black-brown hair. Pulling it up in a sloppy ponytail, she walked out of her room and began to go downstairs, but jerked to a stop upon hearing the angry argument.
"No Riddick, I will not allow her to go with you! I told you once, I will tell you again! If you even TRY to take her, I will have the mercs on your sorry ass!"
"Now, Holy man, I don't really wanna have to kill you, But I'm not seeing any other choice. Jack is...what now? 17? She can make her own descisions. I say let her decide. There is plenty of room on the Pandora for me and her."
"No!"
"Exactly, because you know she wants to go with me!"
Jack slowly stepped backward, "Imam was making Riddick leave her again. No. She wouldn't let it happen. Not again. She ran back to her room, grabbing a duffle-bag from under her bed, and throwing some pants, shorts, shirts, bras, and panties into it. She filled it as full as she could, and grabbed her bookbag. She slid in all the information she gathered about Riddick into it, and than her toothbrush, toothpaste, hygeine related things, and stuffed them in as well. Her journals went in last, and than she reached into a box under her bed, pulling out her credits card. She had around a million credits on it, saving it since she was 12, from odd things, birthdays, and oddjobs. It was a very large ammount of money, but she hadn't spent any money she received. She wanted to save up so she could find Riddick one day. Well Riddick found her, and the money will come in handy. she slid it into a sidepocket of the bookbag, and lifted it onto her back, grabbing the dufflebag. She listened at the stairs for a few more minutes.
"Go NOW Mr. Riddick, or you will regret it. I will tell Jack she had a dream, just be gone now."
"Fine. Fuck you. But when she's 18, there is nothing you can do about it, and I will be back."
Now was her chance. She dropped her dufflebag out the window in the guest bedroom, and followed after it, dropping gracefully. She stood, and made straight for the docks. It was hard, running with the dufflebag that weighed probably half as much as she did.
I'm not afraid of anything I just need to know that I can breathe I don't need much of anything But suddenly, suddenly I am small and the world is big All around me is fast moving Surrounded by so many things Suddenly, suddenly...
She started slowing when she neared the docks, and gasped at the many ships. Come On jack, she kicked herself mentally, what did he call it again? Oh yes! Pandora! She scanned the ships for the name. She walked slowly, looking at the names twice to be sure. Suddenly she saw it. It was fairly big, and the door was up. No matter. She pulled a handy little card out of her pants, and slid it through the keycard slot. She pulled it out, and slid it into a little clip on her pants. "1-9-8-8-5-4-3-6-2" Came the robotic voice. Her finger pushed the buttons as the voice called them, and it opened. She smirked, and walked inside, closing the door again, Dropping her dufflebag, and dropping onto the floor in exhaustion. Now all she had to do, was wait for him to show up. Boy was he gonna be suprised....
How does it feel To be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel To be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel?
Riddick was walking back to the docks, annoyed at having to leave Jack again. She would think he was a terribble person again. Imam bugged the hell out of him. How he would love to just wring his neck. He stepped onto the dock, walking towards Pandora.
I am young and I am free But I get tired and I get weak I get lost and I can't sleep But suddenly, suddenly
Jack felt Free finally. Being on Riddick's ship, knowing soon he would be with her, and take her with him...She sighed with a deep relief. The burden of worrying about him constantly was finally let up, and she could breathe again. Riddick and her were different, but not by much.
How does it feel To be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel To be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel?
Riddick's heavy shoes thudded against the floor of the dock of airships. He didn't even get to say goodbye. She would be crushed again. He hoped to god she wouldn't commit suicide. She was so damned serious about it when she talked to him... Surely the holy man would drive her over the edge one of these days. Who knows, maybe she'd follow in his footsteps, and he'd find out on the news of the holy man's murder. He smirked, oh how he would laugh if the girl Imam protected from a murder, turned out murdering him. The thought was oh so sweet, too sweet.
Would you comfort me? Would you cry with me? I am small and the world is big But I am not afraid of anything
Jack saw Riddick coming from a small window, and ditched her dufflebag in a back room, hiding in the shadows, to suprise him as soon as he was done punching in his code...
How does it feel To be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel To be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel?
Riddick finished entering his code, and walked in through the door, but stopped suddenly. He smelled a woman. Not just any woman... "Jack, get out of the shadows, you idiot, I can see in the dark..."
((Oh Yes. Another Song. XD :Wonders how long it will take before she gets shot from writing song fics.: This is How does it feel by Avril Lavigne. n.n It's short, I know, but work with me people. At least there is something. :Gives out Riddick notebooks for those who replied on Chapter 3:))
"Imam...", she repeated to herself, rubbing a hand over her face, and yawning. She stood up and stripped off her shirt, pants, and panties, sliding up fresh panties on her shapely leg, and then sliding up a new pair of black pants. She slid on a baggy black shirt, and brushed her curly black-brown hair. Pulling it up in a sloppy ponytail, she walked out of her room and began to go downstairs, but jerked to a stop upon hearing the angry argument.
"No Riddick, I will not allow her to go with you! I told you once, I will tell you again! If you even TRY to take her, I will have the mercs on your sorry ass!"
"Now, Holy man, I don't really wanna have to kill you, But I'm not seeing any other choice. Jack is...what now? 17? She can make her own descisions. I say let her decide. There is plenty of room on the Pandora for me and her."
"No!"
"Exactly, because you know she wants to go with me!"
Jack slowly stepped backward, "Imam was making Riddick leave her again. No. She wouldn't let it happen. Not again. She ran back to her room, grabbing a duffle-bag from under her bed, and throwing some pants, shorts, shirts, bras, and panties into it. She filled it as full as she could, and grabbed her bookbag. She slid in all the information she gathered about Riddick into it, and than her toothbrush, toothpaste, hygeine related things, and stuffed them in as well. Her journals went in last, and than she reached into a box under her bed, pulling out her credits card. She had around a million credits on it, saving it since she was 12, from odd things, birthdays, and oddjobs. It was a very large ammount of money, but she hadn't spent any money she received. She wanted to save up so she could find Riddick one day. Well Riddick found her, and the money will come in handy. she slid it into a sidepocket of the bookbag, and lifted it onto her back, grabbing the dufflebag. She listened at the stairs for a few more minutes.
"Go NOW Mr. Riddick, or you will regret it. I will tell Jack she had a dream, just be gone now."
"Fine. Fuck you. But when she's 18, there is nothing you can do about it, and I will be back."
Now was her chance. She dropped her dufflebag out the window in the guest bedroom, and followed after it, dropping gracefully. She stood, and made straight for the docks. It was hard, running with the dufflebag that weighed probably half as much as she did.
I'm not afraid of anything I just need to know that I can breathe I don't need much of anything But suddenly, suddenly I am small and the world is big All around me is fast moving Surrounded by so many things Suddenly, suddenly...
She started slowing when she neared the docks, and gasped at the many ships. Come On jack, she kicked herself mentally, what did he call it again? Oh yes! Pandora! She scanned the ships for the name. She walked slowly, looking at the names twice to be sure. Suddenly she saw it. It was fairly big, and the door was up. No matter. She pulled a handy little card out of her pants, and slid it through the keycard slot. She pulled it out, and slid it into a little clip on her pants. "1-9-8-8-5-4-3-6-2" Came the robotic voice. Her finger pushed the buttons as the voice called them, and it opened. She smirked, and walked inside, closing the door again, Dropping her dufflebag, and dropping onto the floor in exhaustion. Now all she had to do, was wait for him to show up. Boy was he gonna be suprised....
How does it feel To be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel To be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel?
Riddick was walking back to the docks, annoyed at having to leave Jack again. She would think he was a terribble person again. Imam bugged the hell out of him. How he would love to just wring his neck. He stepped onto the dock, walking towards Pandora.
I am young and I am free But I get tired and I get weak I get lost and I can't sleep But suddenly, suddenly
Jack felt Free finally. Being on Riddick's ship, knowing soon he would be with her, and take her with him...She sighed with a deep relief. The burden of worrying about him constantly was finally let up, and she could breathe again. Riddick and her were different, but not by much.
How does it feel To be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel To be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel?
Riddick's heavy shoes thudded against the floor of the dock of airships. He didn't even get to say goodbye. She would be crushed again. He hoped to god she wouldn't commit suicide. She was so damned serious about it when she talked to him... Surely the holy man would drive her over the edge one of these days. Who knows, maybe she'd follow in his footsteps, and he'd find out on the news of the holy man's murder. He smirked, oh how he would laugh if the girl Imam protected from a murder, turned out murdering him. The thought was oh so sweet, too sweet.
Would you comfort me? Would you cry with me? I am small and the world is big But I am not afraid of anything
Jack saw Riddick coming from a small window, and ditched her dufflebag in a back room, hiding in the shadows, to suprise him as soon as he was done punching in his code...
How does it feel To be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel To be different from me? Are we the same? How does it feel?
Riddick finished entering his code, and walked in through the door, but stopped suddenly. He smelled a woman. Not just any woman... "Jack, get out of the shadows, you idiot, I can see in the dark..."
((Oh Yes. Another Song. XD :Wonders how long it will take before she gets shot from writing song fics.: This is How does it feel by Avril Lavigne. n.n It's short, I know, but work with me people. At least there is something. :Gives out Riddick notebooks for those who replied on Chapter 3:))