((Gymp; I'm sorrryyyyyy ;.; Don't yell at meeeeeee :curls up on floor: I will make it floooooow.
StreetRacr240SX; I'd like to see you kick my ass XD I'm 5 foot 8 inches, and I don't start fights at school. I end them. And people tell me I am a very intimidating person. n.n
BlueDragon10; I'm a tease, I knooooow :heart: n.n :purr:
Anyways. AN: I really have no inspiration right now. I'm mentally drained. I've been racking my brain for an idea and I just...Can't...find one ;.; I like dark fics. The ones with Bad endings. But you never know with me. That's a suprise. I might just have Riddick and Jack...Oh Wait. if I told you the ending, you wouldn't come back for moooore, teeeheeee. X3 ))
She shifted her body from the shadows that 'hid' her, lifting her eyes to look at him.
"Oh Yeah...that's right...", she cleared her throat akwardly, at her stupid mistake.
Riddick just gave an amused little snort, smirking that 'Big Evil' Smile that drove women to insanity.
"I bet you feel smart right now."
"...I could go, you know."
"Hey, let's not get offended. Why'd you leave? How'd you know where to go?"
"Alright. Let me start from the beginning. After I went to sleep last night, I had a dream. And the dream took me back to that night on the skiff. When I was asleep...Riddick, I was never asleep. I heard everything Imam said to you....It just never came back into my mind...and I forgot. Untill I began to talk to you again. I remember you wanting to take me with you, and what Imam said to you. I would have spoken up, but I never wanted what Imam had in mind to befall you. It took stirring the memories again to remember. I got up this morning, knowing the truth. I started to go downstairs, and I heard you and Imam arguing. I heard you say the name of your ship, and Imam threatening you again. I couldn't be away from you again Riddick. I'd die. So I got some of my stuff together, and made my way down here."
"Alright. Touching, really, but how the fuck did you get into my ship? I have that security system backed up it's very own ass."
"Simple." She smirked, pulling the card from her pocket, and showing him the clip on her belt, "This would be my little toy. Swipe the card into the keycard of a ship, door, vault, anything. Then simply slide it through the clip, and the clip reads the password. Punched it in, and here I am. It even stores them in it's memory. See." She punched a digit into the clip, and slowly the voice read off the password, "1-9-8-8-5-4-3-6-2."
Riddick had to smirk. So she wasn't the little old Jack he had known. She was more mature. God willing she wouldn't shave her head again. That scared even him. It was, a bit....pyschotic? Yes. That was the word he was looking for. "Well Miss Smart ass, Welcome aboard the Pandora. Now. To see that you won't go soft on me. I want you to use that little key-card thinger on the ship next to us. Go in, kill whoever is in there, and bring me their credits."
"...What the FUCK are you smoking, Riddick? You seriously think I'm gonna do that shit because you want me to? Fuck that."
"Got a nice mouth on you. You talk to Imam that way?"
"When he pissed me off, yeah. Shit. He never scared me. If anything, he was scared of me. I wasn't turning out the way he wanted me to. He wanted me to be the religious little prick of a daughter he never had. Screw that. God never did shit for me. I did what I needed on my own. I don't take shit from anyone, and as long as they don't fuck with me, they won't have to worry about getting me chewing their asses out."
"...You really have changed quite alot." the smirk still played on his lips, amused greatly by his 'little Jack'. He knew in his mind she wouldn't puss out when he needed her. He frowned. No. He'd never need her. He wanted to keep her in saftey, not drag her into his affairs. She'd be safer if they kept their noses clean, so of course he'd never really make her kill someone. It would draw attention.
"I have. You seem the same though..." She looked away, thinking back on how he was on that planet. She then remembered the Skiff trip, and Imam's words echoed in her head. "Riddick, we need to get our asses out of this dock. Imam will really do it. He'll mess with us. Send those mercs on our ass, the ones he promised. He's a hateful mind inside. If things don't go his way, He'll make sure noone will get away with ruining his plans. We need to leave. Now. You refueled already, right?"
"Surpisingly, I did. I figured If we needed to take flight quickly, we'd need to be ready. Take your bags to the extra room I got. 4 doors down the corridor to your left."
Jack nodded, picking up her bags. She moved towards the right, walking a little down the hall.
"....Jack....your.....other right.", he sighed, shaking his head.
Jack slowly emerged from the door, scooting slowly across to the left hall, "...I knew that. See, I was making sure your senses were still sharp. Making sure you didn't get rusty with age."
"What would I do without your vigorous quizzes, Jack?"
"...I don't like your tone, Riddick." She muttered, blushing in embarassment as she moved down the right hallway, to the 4th door.
She dropped her bags on the floor infront of the bed, inspecting the room. It was the same size as her old room, but her bed was bigger now. It was a double, and was sitting in the right corner. She looked to the left, finding her closet, and looking at the dresser backed against the back wall. She lifted her bags again, dropping them on the bed. She pulled out her clothes and began to put it away in the dresser.
"Welcome to your new life, Jack...the day you've waited for is here. Deliverance is yours. Salvation from your tainted angel..."
Se whispered to herself as she folded shirts and pants, and shorts, putting them in the second drawer. Panties, bras, socks went in the first one. In the third she neatly organized her health care products. Makeup, hairbrush, shampoo, perfumes, and other feminine items were placed in the drawer. She pulled out her dresses from the bag and hung them in her closet, along with some skirts and dressy shirts. After everything was packed, she yanked the journals from it, storing them under her bed. She pulled out the information on Riddick, and tape, and began the slow process of covering the back wall with every paper, file, and picture she had of him. Sure it was scary, but she was proud of her research. She was sure if she went over the murders and what she figured out, that even the scientists and detectives couldn't figure out, Riddick would be impressed. She pulled out the credit cards, and pushed them under some socks in her 'delicates' drawer, before going back to taping the information onto her back wall. After about half an hour, she collapsed onto her bed, giving out a breath of relief at being finished.
She pulled her lazy ass off the bed a few minutes later, pulling off her boots and tucking them under her bed neatly, throwing the empty bags into the bottom of her closet. She walked out, pulling her hair from the pony tail, letting her muslces unwind. She wandered her way to the controls and sat in the chair beside Riddick, just like she did on the skiff. He was looking intently out the front window, noticing her arrival, but not saying much to acknowledge her presence.
"Hey Riddick?"
"Hmmm?" His deep voice vibrated his full lips, as he hummed in reply.
"What...." she started, not sure how to word her question. "Where did..." she started again. After a minute of thought she started again, in a stronger voice, "After you took off in the skiff, where did you go?"
((AN: Oh. Cliffhanger. Shoot me. I tried to make it floooow more. and I think I did good, Only one or two paragraphs where horribley long. I actually think this one has more written to it than the rest of them XD :Hands out Bootleg copies of Chronicles of Riddick to people who reveiwed on chapter 4: Review my adoring fan- :shot in face: Okay. Maybe adoring fans is a bit strong. Review people who read this story, Review! n.n! :chews on sugar:))
StreetRacr240SX; I'd like to see you kick my ass XD I'm 5 foot 8 inches, and I don't start fights at school. I end them. And people tell me I am a very intimidating person. n.n
BlueDragon10; I'm a tease, I knooooow :heart: n.n :purr:
Anyways. AN: I really have no inspiration right now. I'm mentally drained. I've been racking my brain for an idea and I just...Can't...find one ;.; I like dark fics. The ones with Bad endings. But you never know with me. That's a suprise. I might just have Riddick and Jack...Oh Wait. if I told you the ending, you wouldn't come back for moooore, teeeheeee. X3 ))
She shifted her body from the shadows that 'hid' her, lifting her eyes to look at him.
"Oh Yeah...that's right...", she cleared her throat akwardly, at her stupid mistake.
Riddick just gave an amused little snort, smirking that 'Big Evil' Smile that drove women to insanity.
"I bet you feel smart right now."
"...I could go, you know."
"Hey, let's not get offended. Why'd you leave? How'd you know where to go?"
"Alright. Let me start from the beginning. After I went to sleep last night, I had a dream. And the dream took me back to that night on the skiff. When I was asleep...Riddick, I was never asleep. I heard everything Imam said to you....It just never came back into my mind...and I forgot. Untill I began to talk to you again. I remember you wanting to take me with you, and what Imam said to you. I would have spoken up, but I never wanted what Imam had in mind to befall you. It took stirring the memories again to remember. I got up this morning, knowing the truth. I started to go downstairs, and I heard you and Imam arguing. I heard you say the name of your ship, and Imam threatening you again. I couldn't be away from you again Riddick. I'd die. So I got some of my stuff together, and made my way down here."
"Alright. Touching, really, but how the fuck did you get into my ship? I have that security system backed up it's very own ass."
"Simple." She smirked, pulling the card from her pocket, and showing him the clip on her belt, "This would be my little toy. Swipe the card into the keycard of a ship, door, vault, anything. Then simply slide it through the clip, and the clip reads the password. Punched it in, and here I am. It even stores them in it's memory. See." She punched a digit into the clip, and slowly the voice read off the password, "1-9-8-8-5-4-3-6-2."
Riddick had to smirk. So she wasn't the little old Jack he had known. She was more mature. God willing she wouldn't shave her head again. That scared even him. It was, a bit....pyschotic? Yes. That was the word he was looking for. "Well Miss Smart ass, Welcome aboard the Pandora. Now. To see that you won't go soft on me. I want you to use that little key-card thinger on the ship next to us. Go in, kill whoever is in there, and bring me their credits."
"...What the FUCK are you smoking, Riddick? You seriously think I'm gonna do that shit because you want me to? Fuck that."
"Got a nice mouth on you. You talk to Imam that way?"
"When he pissed me off, yeah. Shit. He never scared me. If anything, he was scared of me. I wasn't turning out the way he wanted me to. He wanted me to be the religious little prick of a daughter he never had. Screw that. God never did shit for me. I did what I needed on my own. I don't take shit from anyone, and as long as they don't fuck with me, they won't have to worry about getting me chewing their asses out."
"...You really have changed quite alot." the smirk still played on his lips, amused greatly by his 'little Jack'. He knew in his mind she wouldn't puss out when he needed her. He frowned. No. He'd never need her. He wanted to keep her in saftey, not drag her into his affairs. She'd be safer if they kept their noses clean, so of course he'd never really make her kill someone. It would draw attention.
"I have. You seem the same though..." She looked away, thinking back on how he was on that planet. She then remembered the Skiff trip, and Imam's words echoed in her head. "Riddick, we need to get our asses out of this dock. Imam will really do it. He'll mess with us. Send those mercs on our ass, the ones he promised. He's a hateful mind inside. If things don't go his way, He'll make sure noone will get away with ruining his plans. We need to leave. Now. You refueled already, right?"
"Surpisingly, I did. I figured If we needed to take flight quickly, we'd need to be ready. Take your bags to the extra room I got. 4 doors down the corridor to your left."
Jack nodded, picking up her bags. She moved towards the right, walking a little down the hall.
"....Jack....your.....other right.", he sighed, shaking his head.
Jack slowly emerged from the door, scooting slowly across to the left hall, "...I knew that. See, I was making sure your senses were still sharp. Making sure you didn't get rusty with age."
"What would I do without your vigorous quizzes, Jack?"
"...I don't like your tone, Riddick." She muttered, blushing in embarassment as she moved down the right hallway, to the 4th door.
She dropped her bags on the floor infront of the bed, inspecting the room. It was the same size as her old room, but her bed was bigger now. It was a double, and was sitting in the right corner. She looked to the left, finding her closet, and looking at the dresser backed against the back wall. She lifted her bags again, dropping them on the bed. She pulled out her clothes and began to put it away in the dresser.
"Welcome to your new life, Jack...the day you've waited for is here. Deliverance is yours. Salvation from your tainted angel..."
Se whispered to herself as she folded shirts and pants, and shorts, putting them in the second drawer. Panties, bras, socks went in the first one. In the third she neatly organized her health care products. Makeup, hairbrush, shampoo, perfumes, and other feminine items were placed in the drawer. She pulled out her dresses from the bag and hung them in her closet, along with some skirts and dressy shirts. After everything was packed, she yanked the journals from it, storing them under her bed. She pulled out the information on Riddick, and tape, and began the slow process of covering the back wall with every paper, file, and picture she had of him. Sure it was scary, but she was proud of her research. She was sure if she went over the murders and what she figured out, that even the scientists and detectives couldn't figure out, Riddick would be impressed. She pulled out the credit cards, and pushed them under some socks in her 'delicates' drawer, before going back to taping the information onto her back wall. After about half an hour, she collapsed onto her bed, giving out a breath of relief at being finished.
She pulled her lazy ass off the bed a few minutes later, pulling off her boots and tucking them under her bed neatly, throwing the empty bags into the bottom of her closet. She walked out, pulling her hair from the pony tail, letting her muslces unwind. She wandered her way to the controls and sat in the chair beside Riddick, just like she did on the skiff. He was looking intently out the front window, noticing her arrival, but not saying much to acknowledge her presence.
"Hey Riddick?"
"Hmmm?" His deep voice vibrated his full lips, as he hummed in reply.
"What...." she started, not sure how to word her question. "Where did..." she started again. After a minute of thought she started again, in a stronger voice, "After you took off in the skiff, where did you go?"
((AN: Oh. Cliffhanger. Shoot me. I tried to make it floooow more. and I think I did good, Only one or two paragraphs where horribley long. I actually think this one has more written to it than the rest of them XD :Hands out Bootleg copies of Chronicles of Riddick to people who reveiwed on chapter 4: Review my adoring fan- :shot in face: Okay. Maybe adoring fans is a bit strong. Review people who read this story, Review! n.n! :chews on sugar:))