Daddy's Little Girl Chapter 1, a pitch black / riddick fanfic

Daddy's Little Girl

By: PiercingPrincess

Disclaimer: Don't own TCOR or Pitch Black or Riddick (damn) or Jack or Imam. Nor am I looking to make any profit off of this. Don't sue…please?

Summary: Absinthe Arleen knew her father was a little on the dark side, having left her, her two older brothers and her dying mother to fend for themselves when she was only four,
but she didn't really know how deep that dark side went, or how much of it he passed on to her.

Song Used: Emotionless by Good Charlotte

Chapter One: Of Clubs, Reunions and Shining Eyes

Hey dad
I'm writing to you
Not to tell you, that I still hate you
Just to ask you
How you feel
And how we fell apart
How this fell apart

I was standing in line with my group, waiting to get into Jack's new favorite club when I saw him.

I stood there with Jericho and Jackson, my two older brothers, standing behind me. They were twins, both with dark brown hair and blue eyes. They were both more than a little on the tall side, well over six feet, and with broad shoulders. While their smiles could charm anyone, their glare was just as effective. They were the ones that taught me how to fight after Dad left. Next to me was my best friend, Jack B. Badd, famous hacker and partier. Her hair was a lighter shade of brown than the twins' was, her eyes a hazel green. She was tall, taller than me anyway (not that that was a huge accomplishment) and thin, but only from years of her intense training that the two of us went through together. We were standing in line, a line that wasn't moving very fast might I add, waiting to get into SIN, a new club just down the street from Jack's run down apartment. Correction, our run down apartment.

My name's Absinthe Arleen. I'm a little on the short side, standing proudly at five feet and three inches tall with a thin waist and a powerful right hook. My hair was darker than my older brothers', borderlining on black. Mom said, before she died, that I always did take after my father more than anyone. She said that he was around more when I was little, but apparently I didn't remember him much. She says that there were three things that marked me as his spawn: my attitude and quick , dangerous temper, my darker hair, and my eyes.

My attitude and my temper were famous around my college, as was Jack's. We seemed to enjoy scaring the shit out of people and keeping to ourselves. In fact, the only time we really showed emotion was when we were around each other. My darker hair, my mother said, was because my father had really dark brown hair that looked more black than brown in some lighting, which is exactly what mine is like. And my eyes…I was born with a shine job basically. Somehow, the doctors figured that my father had gotten one done and that something must have gone wrong with his and traces of the surgery got hooked into his blood…or some crap like that. I never was very good at forensic mumbo jumbo. Anyway, what with my naturally semi-black skin, my attitude and my eyes, I became a rebel and an outcast real easy in school.

Are you happy out there in this great wide world?
Do you think about your sons?
Do you miss your little girl?
When you lay your head down
How do you sleep at night?
Do you even wonder if we're all right?

But we're all right
We're all right

Today was my twenty-second birthday, a birthday that I really saw no point in celebrating. Then again, I didn't see a point in celebrating any of my other birthday's either and those had all ended up with me drunker than a sailor and dancing on tables to stupid songs with pounding beats. As we neared the entrance to the club, I could hear those stupid songs with the pounding beats and winced slightly, already feeling the hangover that would be hitting me full swing tomorrow morning. If I woke up tomorrow morning that is.

I sighed and adjusted the specially made sunglasses over my eyes. They were black with toxic waste signs on the lenses, lime green to match the hoodie that hung off my slim shoulders. I was dressed up a little bit, what with the sunglasses and the entire black and green outfit thing, but I was only doing it for Jack. Yeah, I thought with a smirk that my mother always told me to wipe off my face. Said it reminded her of Dad. Cause you weren't just looking for a reason to show off your new ass kicking boots. I glanced down at my knee high black boots that buckled, laced and zipped, two spikes both at least two inches long on the heels and a slab of pointed metal over the toes. I grinned. I loved my boots.

Jack and I wore something similar actually. We both wore the layered black short skirts, except mine had green threaded into it, and we both wore cut off black tee shirts. Jack didn't have anything under or over her cut off tee though, unlike me who had a long sleeve green fishnet shirt on and my hoodie, and I was starting to feel a little bad for not talking her into grabbing a coat or something. It was getting cold out. While my sunglasses rested snugly over my eyes, Jack had a pair of goggles, black and plain, that rested ontop of her brown hair.

I grinned over at her and she grinned back at me. I tilted my head back to look at my brothers and waved, ignoring my fishnet as it rode up a little bit. They smiled simutaniously and waved back. Jackson reached down and poked me on the nose. I scowled and looked forward, happy that the four of us could finally have some good old fashioned fun.

You see, our family (yes Jack is considered part of my family. She did know my father after all) wasn't really one to go out and party and risk getting picked up by Patrol. Mostly because our names were advertised around the city on its MOST WANTED billboards and whatnot. But hey…a families gotta do what a families gotta do. And we…we hack, kill, hunt, bounty hunt and track for money for food and shelter. Everyone makes a living somehow. Take that big scary looking dude up there. I'd bet you anything on the face of the planet that he totally doesn't want to be here right now, but he is, because he's trying to make a living.

I stopped and stared a little more closely at him…That bouncer looked really familiar.

It's been a long hard road without you by my side
Why weren't you there all the nights that we cried
You broke my mother's heart
You broke your children for life
It's not ok,
But we're all right
I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
But those are just a long lost memory of mine
I spent so many years learning how to survive
Now, I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive

Jack's ecstatic bouncing stopped suddenly beside me. I glanced over at her, my silver eyes narrowed in confusion under the sunglasses. Her own eyes were wide with surprise, with anger and with fear. I followed them back to the bouncer and looked back at her. I glanced back Jackson and Jericho who were staring at the bouncer man with such hate in their eyes it made my heart jump up into my throat. I tugged on my big brothers' sleeves, tearing off my sunglasses and tossing them the 'I'm your cute little sister, pay attention to me' look. And they did.

-RIDDICK'S POV-

This was stupid. This was ridiculous. Those were the thoughts going through my head as I ushered a group of giggling girls into the club behind me. Just because I needed a little extra credits…damn Jack for setting me up with 'the best gig ever'.

The next group of kids stepped forward and I caught Jack's eyes, a small smirk on my face. Her eyes were wide with shock and fear. My smirk fell into a questioning gaze, my eyes hidden by my goggles again. What the fuck was her problem? She knew I'd be here. She knew I had this job. She flicked her eyes over to the raven haired beauty next to her and I followed them wearily.

The girl turned to the side slightly and tore her sunglasses off her eyes. She closed them breifly as if she had to get them used to the flashing lights that pulsed through the open door to the club, and then she opened them.

I almost fell on my ass right then and there. She must have heard my boot scraping against the ground as I stumbled back a step and turned to look at me. Silver eyes, a Shine Job, one exactly like mine stared up into my face. She looked confused with her head tilted to the side and her eyes narrowed slightly. Her hair was waist length and thick, falling in waves over her right shoulder and brushed behind her left. Her skin was a little darker than mine, her hair almost exactly styled like her mother's had been the night I left. She didn't seem to recognize me, and I was grateful for that.

The last time I saw her she was…

Five Years Before The Crash

"Daddy! Daddy wait for me!" The little girl cried, bursting past her two older brothers. She sent them a glare and they ducked their heads away from her silver eyes. The large man stopped walking and turned. His first mistake. She lept at him as he knelt and he caught her easily in his heavily muscled arms. Her small hands gripped his shoulders as she tried to wrap her tiny arms around him in a hug. "Daddy where are you goin?"

"I gotta go away for a while kid," Riddick said gruffly. He met her eyes and cringed on the inside. His second mistake. His eyes had somehow been passed onto her and they looked all wrong on her innocent face. "You remember me telling you about those men that would come and hurt your mom if I didn't leave?" She nodded sadly. "Well they're coming for me kid. I gotta go so they don't hurt your family."

He stood and tried to walk away but a small hand reached up and grabbed his index finger. He looked back. His third mistake. "But you're part of my family Daddy," the little girl said. Surprisingly there were no tears in her eyes. She wasn't bawling and sniffling and clinging to him like a normal kid would. She just stood there and held his hand.

He pried his hand away gently. "Nah I'm not kid," He paused, his eyes falling on her older brothers. They weren't his kids, but they had still looked up to him. This girl was a different story. She was his flesh and blood… "You're better off without me."

The days I spent so cold, so hungry
Were full of hate
I was so angry
The scars run deep inside this tattooed body
There's things I'll take, to my grave
But I'm okay
I'm okay

-ABSINTHE'S POV-

Jackson shoved me behind him suddenly and Jericho layed a protective hand on my shoulder. Jack tried to stop Jackson as he approached the man but he jerked his arm from her grasp easily. The man, the bouncer who everyone else seemed to know but me, seemed to scowl at Jackson before turning and walking away, mumbling something about knowing he shouldn't have taken this job. Through my eyes he was a mixture of red's, green's and blue's. I could still tell he was tall though, a little taller than Jackson, and he was heavily muscled. He was bald and wore a pair of familiar looking goggles over his eyes.

I narrowed my eyes as a Transport went by, the lights flashing in my face and suddenly a memory hit me.

A Year After The Crash

Eleven year old Absinthe stood rigid as a post glaring at the TV. Fifteen year old Jackson and his twin Jericho stood near by, the remote in Jericho's hand. None of them could tear their eyes away from the TV as the reporter rambled on and on about the horrible reckage of the ship that had landed on the abandoned planet. Only two survivors, a Holy Man and a little girl. That little girl sat near by on the couch, wringing her hands together. Another picture popped up on the screen as the reporter announced the death of the famous killer Richard B. Riddick.

I didn't know why that memeory was coming to me now. So a killer had died, big deal. Us killers die all the time these days. Sometimes the Patrol don't even bother with alerting the actual authorities of our presence and just shoot us on the spot. Saves a lot of time and money in their eyes. To me, that just adds to my list of things I hate. There's nothing more that I hate than a yellow-bellied son of a bitch.

When I saw Jackson pulling back his arm to most likely punch this guy senseless, that's when it hit me. Images flashed across my brain: a little me running into the arms of a heavily built man, the picture on the news, a little Jack with tears in her eyes telling me about the planet, about Johns and Fry and Shazza and the Holy Man. About the wreck, about Zeke and Paris and the monsters. About Richard B. Riddick.

I jumped without thinking and grabbed Jackson's arm before he could punch the shit out of my father.

I turned and faced him slowly, ignoring the stares we were getting and grabbed his arm, pulling him along after me into the deserted back street behind the club. I could hear his boss yelling for him, looking for him, but I had to know. I just had to!

When we were out of sight I let go of him. Jack came scrambling to my side rambling on and on about how she didn't know that he was going to be working tonight, about how I should just walk away right now. She tried pressing my sunglasses into my hand and that was when I realized that I wasn't wearing them anymore again. I turned my cold eyes onto her and she gulped, silencing immidiately. She swore under her breath and turned away with a semi-angry huff, padding over to where my brothers stood nearby. I turned my head and looked up at Riddick.

Without asking I reached up for his goggles. He didn't try to stop me, he didn't move at all, just leaned against the wall like the big bad ass mother fucker he was. I slid the goggles off over his eyes and they closed for a moment like mine had before they opened and adjusted to the lighting. The same silver orbs that stared back at me everytime I looked in the mirror stared down at me now from the face of a stranger. I took a step back, pretty sure that my shock was evident on my face.

"Well fuck me," I mused out loud, leaning heavily on my right leg, my right arm hanging limply by my side with his goggles in my hand. My left hand was wrapped around my left hip that was jutted out. Jack scampered back over, followed closely by a very pissed off Jackson and a semi-calm Jericho. Riddick didn't even bother to hide his amusement and threw back his head and laughed. I had a crooked grin on my face that only brightened (much to my family's dislike) when I recognized his laugh. "What the hell are you smiling at!?" I snapped suddenly, catching Jack's eyes. She gulped again. Riddick quieted and watched…just watched. "You knew he was going to be here tonight didn't you! How long have you been in contact with him?"

"Almost as long as they have," she squeaked, pointing towards my brothers. I stiffened and their angry expression turned to uneasey, awkward ones.

"YOU KNEW TOO!?" I roared.

"Now Absinthe," Jackson gulped, trying to reason with me. I pulled my arm back and punched him, breaking his nose. Jericho went to his twins' aid and I kicked him in the family jewels. He fell to the ground where Jackson was sitting, a kind of dazed expression on his face. Jack let out an 'eep' when I turned to her and scurried over to Riddick who looked like he could barely contain his grin.

"Looks like you've got my temper," he mused and time stood still.

Sometimes
I forgive
Yeah and this time
I'll admit
That I miss you, said I miss you

it's been a long hard road without you by my side
why weren't you there all the nights that we cried
you broke my mother's heart
you broke your children for life
it's not ok,
but we're all right
I remember the days, you were a hero in my eyes
but those are just a long lost memory of mine
Now, I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive

With a roar of fury I lunged. He grabbed my wrists easily and spun, pinning me to the wall. I kicked out and caught a foot to his gut. His hold loosened and I dropped to the ground, using my faster and smaller body to my advantage as I scurried away from his outstretched arms and swept his legs out from underneath him. I pounced, pinning his arms to his side with my knees and legs and raised my fist to punch him. Blood dripped from his mouth as I hit him again and again and again and again…

He flipped us suddenly and now I was the one pinned. I felt his blood drip onto my chest and face and glared up at him, struggling and kicking and biting. But he didn't do anything but stare. Eventually I calmed enough for him to loosen his grip. Our eyes met and another memory took over the both of us.

Two Years Before The Crash

Seven year old Absinthe picked her way along the small stone wall that seperated her school's garden from the playground. She held her arms out at her sides as she balanced herself. A red playground ball sailed straight for her head and knocked her to the ground. She didn't cry, didn't even get mad, just picked herself up from the ground and held the ball in her small hands. A group of boys came running over, sneering at her.

"Give us the ball back Furyan," the ring leader sneered. From his hiding spot, Riddick tensed.

Absinthe looked down at the ball and then back up at the boys. "This one?" She asked. They nodded and looked at her like she was stupid. With a smirk that rivaled her father's, she dropped it. "Come get it jackass."

The boys had been long bothering and bullying her, teasing her on her nationality. Well now it was her time to get them back. She broke the ring leader's nose and dislocated his shoulder. She cracked another boys' jaw, broke another's arm before the teachers were involved. She was expelled from school that same day. He couldn't decide if he was proud of her for fighting and being strong, or disapointed that she had his temper.

And sometimes
I forgive
And this time
I'll admit
That I miss you, I miss you
Hey dad

-3RD PERSON POV-

He stood and helped her stand as well. Like before, when he watched her from the shadows, too cowardly to approach a seven year old girl, he didn't know whether to be proud of her skills and her strength, or to be disapointed that she took after him. Silver eyes met silver eyes. For once, Jack was silent. The twins stood to the side, glaring and fuming silently. The two stood and stared. Jack squirmed with unease even though neither of their gazes were turned on her. Then, Absinthe smirked her Riddick smirk and Riddick smirked his smirk right back. The raven haired girl stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his middle, buring her face in his chest. He was surprised. She'd just been beating the shit out of him, and wanted a hug?

She pulled away, sensing his discomfort. Looking up into his face she smirked again and said, "Hey dad."

A/N: Sorry about the messed up lyrics, sometimes FanFiction just doesn't like me I guess. This is the first chapter (that took me three hours to write and perfect) of Daddy's Little Girl, which is going to basically consist of –

You thought I was going to tell you didn't you? –evil smirk- I know better than that…

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