Chapter 7; Fear for Jack
Riddick's mind raving furiously, trying to gain once again, complete control.
-"We got three bed rooms, a bathroom and a free lance area...this is kind of boring to talk about ... basically, it's like a fucking household...find out yourselves, I'm gonna contact our ontact...and please, don't plan on how to kill me."
She gave Riddick a special look.
-"I don't like that sorta games."
Her being faded out of any visual range. Only leaving Jack in his eyes.
Control.
Impossible.
Impulse.
No fucking way.
She wanted to sit down and cry, fucking cry. It was so easy to see by now, yet that stranger in front of him pretended that she had no tears.
-"We need to talk kid."
-"'Bout what?"
Eyes tired and unrested, searching for an answer.
-"It's fucking obvious, wouldn't you say?"
-"Yeah, just which part of it!"
Her eyes swollen from concern and old excessive tears. Riddick picked up his shiv, it had been carefully hidden within his boots. Custom's hadn't bothered to scan them, just a quick glance and any criminal could get away home free.
-"You remember when we were getting of that bloody planet?"
Jack hugged herself, perhaps, her memory spinning out of control.
-"How the fuck could I forget?"
-"You asked me about friends, you were talking about Skylar."
A long sigh carried of her lips. The taste of her mouth, he still remembered.
-"Yeah, I just needed to...know, I guess."
The steel floor chilling down a couple of degrees. They were in open space. So Skylar really could pilot. After all, they hadn't crashed...yet.
-"Shoulda told me right away Jack."
Jack hugged herself, embracing her lonely mind for a speech spoken of her own tongue.
-"I was scared."
-"Afraid that she'd X you?"
Willingly Riddick headed on to change the subject. No use in dealing with a dead past, if so to speak. Jack's eyes leaned back.
*Not a girl for much longer Jack*.
-"No."
-"Then what's fucking with your head?"
Pacing around, her feet not having the standstill command. Her disturbance so clear. Fear intoxicating him. A taste of blood on his lips.
-"I'm afraid that the psycho in her is gonna ghost me."
Tears swelled up, furious, an ocean of all the things she'd been keeping inside. Her arms around him, her face brushing against his chest.
*Get the fuck away from me Jack*
-"She used to be so sweet, when mom would go mad, she'd be so sweet to me. She's not fucking there anymore. My sister's dead. But I miss her, and I still love her....I just can't..."
*She's suppose to be, but she seems hard to kill*
Riddick's arms enfolded around the sobbing girl. His mind conflicted. Was she still the girl on that damn planet, pretending to be tough? Or had she grown up to be what was right before him?
-"It's what the slam does to most people, kid."
-"No."
*No*
-"She's been crazy...for so long."
A singular chance in the midst of knowing nothing, reaching out his hand and viciously grabbing it with a gentle tone.
-"Since when?"
Her voice shaky as she broke loose, wiping away such tears that crystals could not compare to. He saw her form words on her lips, silent things to be spoken.
*No, you're not a whimp Jack*
-"I dunno, she just came home one day, this way. Her eyes fucking black, not blue, and her soul just as freaggin' black!"
A connection formed, so damn simple. But yet not so...perfectly fitting. That would indeed explain some things. All sympathy for the girl faded temporarily, replaced by incredible hunger for knowledge.
-"Tell me Jack, you know why her eyes changed."
Finally she let go of Riddick, immediately picking up her incessant pacing.
-"Some fuckin asshole banged her head through a glass window. Something went "bye bye". This black shit fixed her up.....but killed her at the same time."
*Son of a bitch*
He ran his hand over his scalp in some order of distress.
*God damn mother fucker*
-"No wonder she's in such a fucking hurry."
Jack, now semi calmed down gave Riddick the most peculiar gaze. A thought through eternity of space echoed in her eyes, a thought of question. Damn it all to hell, he knew the answer. It had been in his fucking face the whole time.
*Skylar's face, actually*
-"Kid, we're gonna have to finish talking later, I need to talk to your psycho sister."
Leaving Jack with raised eyebrows in light speculation and relief, barging into the cockpit. Skylar sat there, concentration whistling upon her, thoughts streaming through her. Like a flow of endless information. She stared at space, death itself. Her lifeless being.
-"Your really are a piece of shit, Skylar."
Without looking up, or changing anything in her routine she replied with a dull monotone. Not like her at all. Then again, was anything like Skylar?
-"Fuck you."
With a smile on his lips, a humourless one, one of cruelty and victory. Sitting down in the one of two present loose seats, leaning back.
*Time to fuck with your head*
Being comfy, looking at her...just looking...and speaking.
-"Jack was telling me a little about you....I take it "Daddy" smashed your head through the window."
Completely serious in her operation Skylar responded to Riddick's almost correct speculation.
-"No, mom in one of her psycho fits. Dad almost beat her to death for getting the social workers into our house."
The causality, the lack of emotion interested him. Did it really hurt that bad? Or had this shit in her head completely erased her sanity? Was she just carrying a mask of survival?
-"What the hell did she break?"
-"Except for me in general...speech, movement, biological function."
She turned around, still serious and perhaps a little...hurt.
*Now, that's a first*
Staring directly at him, leaning forwards, speaking in a low tone that maybe would have made the hair on his head stand straight up...if he'd had any.
-"My head got fucking smashed Riddick. And yes, the restorment liquid is leaking out of my brain, through my fucking system and has been from day one. The rest isn't too hard to figure out, is it?"
A hostile look in her heart, so deep from within her. Pure fear. Not the kind that Jack radiated, not a fear for herself. But for Jack. He'd always seen that the psycho cared for her little sister, though he still had a very good reason to worry about leaving the two of them alone together.
*So, the psycho bitch is being ghosted by her own body...how fitting*
Satisfied with his results, which hadn't taken any trouble at all. That worried him a little. The Skylar he'd gotten to know would laugh at you for trying to get her to speak. He knew, he'd nearly finished her off in order to pull out what the fuck she'd done to their food at one time.
*I should have x-ed her out then, even if it was just over lunch*
-"Riddick, don't tell Jack. I don't want fucking sympathy from anyone, specially not her."
He laughed. Knowing Jack, sure, she'd sympathize, but hell no that she'd actually show it towards her big sister.
-"There's no fucking risk of that EVER happening."
Ready to pick up his conversation with Jack, a little bit enlightened, his eyes scanned for her. There was no trace. Nothing at all. Cursing her for running he made it a mission to find her sorry ass.
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-"Fucking awesome."
The room was huge, damn, gorgeous engines. The cooler room sparkled from the liquid filling this over sized thank. Engines lying at the bottom. Engines in the air, on the walls. The humming sound a lullaby to her.
-"So big…"
Mesmerized by the sight. How cold would the liquid be? Definitely somewhere in a huge minus... or maybe just enough to cool the engines. After all, why fucking else to call this a cooler room? This bluish liquid flowed through the entire ship, in every single pipe. Bringing the ship to a habitual heat, the fast paced space travelling heated things up a bit too much. Especially the engines.
-"Spectacular."
Her hands holding tightly onto the bar, the only fucking thing keeping her away from falling over and into the liquid. Cuz her balance barely remained in her body.
-"Goddamn!"
An uncontrolled smile thickened on her sleeping pale lips. Her amazement blocking her senses away from feeling anything else. Not hearing the angry footsteps heading for her. Not knowing that the footsteps stopped, that Riddick stared at her and her amazement. That if she hadn't been so amazed that he would have torn her into pieces, even if just over such a "trivial" matter of escaping a chat.
She didn't sense him until she felt a familiar breath on her neck. Riddick, right behind her, barely an inch away.
-"This is so fucking awesome Riddick!"
Lips curved, a voice silenced.
-"I mean, it's so huge but, oh man, you see all this, it's the fucking engine in there...geese...holy shit!"
-"What is it, never seen a ship's engine before?"
Her jubilant voice kept on raving about the miracle before her.
-"Well, yeah, but wow, this is like, the fucking newest model....I mean... shit. I dunno what the fuck she did to get this, but oh man, these ships aren't even out on the fucking market...shit, man, it's like...the hull isn't even complete."
His eyebrows narrowed.
Jack just kept on going. After all...everything mechanic was a passion of hers, when she wasn't high above all comprehension, or drunk.
-"It's safe and all shit, but goddam mad man mother fucker, wow!"
The girl so fascinated by the world thrust through her senses that she couldn't even detect the way he looked at her. The way he moved around her...most off all...there rested actual emotion in his silver eyes. A final blink ended the reflection, but had she just turned around a little sooner... sure she would have caught that small glimpse.
But, no. Jack was by far to possessed by the beauty haunting this magnetic place.
-"Kill me right now, I'm in heaven!"
It star crossed her mind that she and Riddick were suppose to be having an important conversation. A conversation that faded right away and out the window of a windowless ship.
-"Pretty big, ain't it?"
Her voice....sweet voice....child....a woman.....Most definitely not a boy. More than that, she just couldn't figure out any more shit than just that.
*Yeah, I've got boobs...and they are in the way!*
His eyes, eyes that saw the dark better than any light.
*Fuck, I can feel his heart beat from here*
Distress of some sort took control of her chaotically.
Her own heart beating this fast, or his? Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
The last time she'd felt her heart beat so fast and this close to him...
*No need to bring that shit back up*
Definitely scolding herself for this one, maybe kick him for being such an asshole....didn't he remember? Fuck, it had all been his fault!
He kept on doing this....this...closeness thing....then again, he'd always done shit like that.
*Shit...shit....oh my fucking god...*
Such a silent moment....it had no time. Odd thing.
*I'm just not gonna do jackshit...jack shit*
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A very cold song echoed in the cockpit. A very sad song rang in Skylar's ears. Mixing with thoughts that went without a fucking end. Spinning, like the galaxy, heading for out of control.
So many thoughts. The formula mama left behind...her footprints in her daughter's life. How to finish their father off for hurting all of them. The possibility of telling Jack the truth without cracking her. The girl didn't remember anything.
*That's what happens to the sane humans, they forget the bad things and go on....if only you knew how lucky you are Jack*
How in hell to call all those old favours in, and to make everyone who owed her one actually remember those favours.
More thoughts, thoughts that did not belong to Skylar's zombie like face. Pain, all thoughts of pain. Happy memories of Jack, Macy, mom....Jackleen. The terrible deeds her father had left behind in Skylar's already disturbed book of memoirs.
The ship had been on autopilot since she'd put it on it. Precisely fifteen minutes after the dummy ship had exploded. It was a master piece plan actually.
Of course she'd done a little digging on the Norm bastard, an annoying little man. Just to be beyond secure she'd switched ship data....
*I'm a fucking expert at that, ain't I*
And given it to a guy who'd looked like daddy. Life's shit at times, specially for those who die without knowing it.
*Hey, wait, just for how fucking long have they been gone?*
Her feet, who had been comfortably present upon the control panel, slammed down to the echoing iron surface of this very so too knew ship.
*How do the sensors work again?...I really shouldn't have killed the engineer*
Her slim fingers skimming across the panel, logics forming the proper decisions and thought in order to understand this thing.
Five minutes later she knew how to operate on this shit. She'd just needed to change the command to "Jackass"... just had to...for the sake of humour.
-"Jackass, locate all bio forms on ship."
The thing decided to peep it's shit out and flash it up on a centre screen in the middle of the end of the panel...
First it showed her position.... making her kick the first thing her foot met.
-"Are you trying to piss me off, bloody jackass!"
On that black background sang yellowish white letters.
--INVALID COMMAND--
Sinking deeper into the chair, annoyed and a little....anxious.
*I can't see them, hear them, smell or sense them, of course I'm worried!*
-"Jackass, locate all bio forms on ship!"
The computer juggled with the command precisely the same way as before...but it only took fifteen seconds to go through the entire process. Not five minutes, but fifteen seconds.
*Good AI...memory...and where is Jack, with Mr Evil*
--FORM A: FEMALE, SKYLAR D MENSKI, COCKPIT--
Raising an eyebrow over the precise text.
*Wasn't that flashy five minutes ago*
--FORM B: FEMALE, UNIDENTIFIED, COOLER ROOM--
Just as long as she wouldn't jump, Skylar was more than cool with her little sister getting to know the ship.
--FORM C: MALE, RICHARD B. RIDDICK, COOLER ROOM....WARNING....WARNING...
SUBJECT IS DANGEROUS. WAR...--
*Hey, I don't get a warning flash!*
-"Jackass. Stop location program, show cooler room surveillance cameras."
The screen mellowed down, started to act normal. A picture crashed on her eyes. Expected but yet not.
Jack sitting on the security bar. Expected. But the look on Jack's face...unexpected. Her little sister's arms wrapped around Riddick...expected.
But what Riddick was doing... a complete shock to a psychopathic older
sister.
Chapter 8; Making connection
...All Riddick did was to hold her in a completely non-sexual way.
-"Jackass, circle cameras."
The screen went crazy, forming a fluent 360-degree trip around the "couple"
-"Fuck."
Obvious, both fucking resisting touching the other in a more intimate way, if possible.
-"Damn you Riddick...for getting yourself a soul!"
Skylar felt the crawling disappointment emerge within her spirit. A heavy sigh crossed her lips and eyes.
-"Oh, well, no porno for me tonight...JACKASS! End present command."
The screen went back to black, a dead tone of a colourless shade. All it left was a reflection of a mad woman running her hands through her thin blond hair.
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Somewhere in the midst of darkness there is a light. But anyone who thinks it's love can be damned to living hell. The light is revenge, to appease the bleeding soul.
A man with such a soul sat before an odd man with ebony skin and dark braids reaching his waist. A dark man with dark eyes and a darker, beautiful soul.
Macy's client shook as his request passed his cracked lips. The boy could be no more than twenty-one. An honest man hiring a hit man... the boy had shown the waitress a real ID, stating that he was legal to drink the hell out of himself.
-"I don't care about the price Mr. Denstjerne, I just want...."
The client took a deep breath, leaned his eyes back in the terror of his own wishes and intense relief of knowing....
-"…I just want the bloody fucker dead, I don't want him to touch others like...he..."
Macy leaned back, drinking absolute vodka, pure.
-"I understand "Mr. Cold". And I hope that you understand as well."
"Mr. Cold" took an expression of fear upon his burdened shoulders. Unaware, unknowing.
The assassin leaned forwards, reflecting sane cruelty and evil.
-"You better understand that I'll gut you slowly if you don't fucking shut up about hiring me and my crew to do the fucker."
-"Yes."
The reply shaky and wavery but quite clear. The guy understood, very well. This boy obviously had no intent of ever telling anyone about this.
*Poor man, he only wants to be free from this monster*
-"The payment will be in credits, you'll put them on the account we have discussed, all of it before hand. ...Clear?"
-"Yes."
Hadn't Macy sympathized with the boy, he would have laughed out loud into the poor boy's face. For being such a good little whimpy catholic boy. Fucking child molesters.
-"That will be all "Mr. Cold", you can fuck off now."
Within seconds the shaking client was gone. Macy was in a particularly bad mood. Skylar... only Skylar...To watch her speak, touch her lips.....
*Two more weeks, depending on time lapses*
Then, Macy got very, very drunk.
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-I better go and get comfy in my room.
*I didn't just fucking say that*
Mentally Jack kicked herself, for being so...not very careful about what she said around Riddick.
*He doesn't want a fucking kid, that's always gonna be in the way*
As usually he hesitated for a moment, or did he merely wait and estimate the situation? Those silver eyes hid most things from everything. Even her.
This closeness bringing back even more memories than Jack cared for remembering. All those "when's". All this pain that started to fill her sight instead of him. Both pains, all pains, eventually seemed to come to Riddick at the end. Even Skylar. Even... Skylar.
No longer did his huge frame fill her range of sight, his image far to the left. For a short breezing moment he looked oddly at her, letting her go her way. Short low spoken, deep spoken words stopped her before she left the dazzling colored shades of the cooler room.
-"Jackleen Menski."
Jack turned around at the sounding voice of her name.
-"Don't get drunk. Don't get high."
Her psyche froze for a second. How could he always make her shiver like that? A definite threat lay in his look.
*Get drunk, you know what'll happen, get high, you're in for hell...kiddo*
Jack shrugged.
-Don't worry Riddick, I'll beat on you if I start getting withdrawals.
*If?! How about already!*
Those words brought a smile to his lips. Enjoyable lips, soft skin. Shit, she knew he had great skin.
The memoir of a rough jacked being forced against her belly stabbed her back and replaced a "sweeter" past.
-"Goodnight Riddick."
He said nothing. His silence could be taken as many things. That the night would be a sleepless hell. That there was no night...or just..."good night".
Those mercs, ...that smell filling her nostrils as she entered her small room. Fucking mercs. Smelling like old sweat and gunpowder.
Disgusting.
Recalling how all four of them had taken their turn. Remembering the helplessness of it all. Weakness kissing her lost mind. Pain, being ripped apart, ripped from heaven straight into hell.
The girl opened her eyes to the world around her. Taking the room in. A single closet merged with the wall, a mattress, even sheets. Cables lying around like the crap they were. Trashy like most of the ship, empty wine bottles lying around. Some though, weren't all too empty.
Salvation. Light at the end of the tunnel.
*One time won't kill me, better than getting high*
Though she knew by far better. Riddick tended to be rather strict when it came to her health. Actually, rather risk of dying.
Jack picked the bottles together, sat on her mattress bed and so much like the rest of her family, got drunk.
Her eyes dazed off, remembering both the time when she'd fucked Riddick and later, every other male she'd hit on in every possible way.
*And I wonder why he won't fuck me?*
Her eyes wondered over the room once again.
*Oh, a med kit! *
*Oooh, sedatives…*
*Ooohh!*
For couple of hours she sat there, her back against the wall, the light dim. Through the years she'd gotten used to it. Riddick liked it dark. He liked EVERYTHING dark in spirit.
Nothing woke her up from her cold thoughts, unruly thoughts.
*Skylar...lil' bitch...needs me.....Why in fucking hell couldn't shee jus' come an' be my big sis' for fuching once? Oh, yeah, she's a crazy assassin. No...serial killer...cerial killer ... or ... whatever.....*
Soft knocking on her door.
-"Jack?"
*Shit, Riddick, an'e's gonna kiiiiiilllllll me*
She staggered to her toothpick feet, brushing the empty bottles away. Staggering at the attempt.
-"Ummm, I'm sleeping!"
*Geese, that's perfect Jack! Now he knows you're not. Stupid bitch*
-"Doesn't sound like it, …Skylar needs to talk to us."
-"Tell her to fuch off! I ain't gonna talk to her."
The silence on the other side was terribly disturbing. Even more so when the doors opened. His stern figure, stone cold face and eyes that shone of...anger. The fury in the air magnetizing, amazing, mesmerizing.
-"Fuck, Jack, you want me to drop you off at the closest rock? Cuz if you're gonna be a fucking addict then you're just in my damn way."
-"Gee, thanx Riddick. For all the years, yah know!"
His eyes burned. Unruly haven, she wasn't afraid of him. Nah, she'd lived with Mr Sociopath for way to long to be afraid. She had been once.....
-"And for the last two you haven't been anything but baggage... an ungrateful little damned brat!"
She smiled, drunk, high, whatever.
-"Oh, so this is about gratitude! What do you want me to do Riddick, be so fucking grateful, you want me to go fucking down on you and suck your dick, cuz if that's gratitude to you then I'll sure as fuck do it!"
Riddick's eyes burning.
*Shut the fuck up girl*
His hands reaching out for her, pulling her close, so terribly close. By the hair, by the hand. It fucking hurt.
-"If I'd still wanna fuck you Jack I would be, but the point is, I don't like whores."
She spun around, her nails racking across his face. Coldly he caught her hand.
-"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
Tears burning in wrath. The swimming memory of every single man she'd used, trying to forget.
-"Oh, really. I could fucking smell sex on you when you came home. It's like that with you Jackie girl. You start and you can't stop!"
Pain, inferno of memories. Hard to breath. Tough to live under the roof of all those images. Hell. Fuck. Damn.
-"The guy you ripped apart.."
Her shaking eyes, amber colored hair and tear ripped eyes.
-"He isn'tī the only one...."
-"WHAT?!"
His voice raw with anger.
-"There were mercs, looking for you. They just, just...I felt so helpless."
His hand reaching out for her, reaching the girl. His violent thoughts flashing over her sight.
-"The night after we...had...sex...they......"
Guilt and anger washed over him. The night after, he'd thought she'd decided to go slut on him. Mercs....
Holding her.
-"Dear Jack.."
Sensing her.
-"Why in fuck do you keep those things away from me?"
Touching her.
-"They were gonna kill you."
Wanting her.
-"There were so many of them."
Wanting her
-"They were mercs, so fucking many of them...I couldn't.... I just fucking couldn't...."
Her weak voice fading out into oblivion.
His hands frozen, his eyes stunned. His face...a beautiful face. Jack couldn't help but collapse. Too much alcohol and too many different drugs. Clinging to his shirt, whispering other things out into the blue air.
-"It makes me forget everything."
Richard B. Riddick laid his arms around a wounded creature as the beast within him started to plan. There were many people he'd have to kill for hurting Jack.
*I should probably ghost myself before I start going down the list*
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*Fucking fine, they don't want a warning before we land… it's their mother fucking problem!*
Skylar's so very messy memory had completely forgotten about the time lapses that crowded this area. Usually they'd be random, one saying, "Hi, I'll take two days of your time" while some said, "I'll save you an hour or so".
Every single fucking laps had said "I wanna fuck you so bad that I'll take some time off your shoulders".
-"Must be the ship...I dunno what the fuck I've stolen.. Do I?"
Skylar strapped herself down. The planet looked wonderful from here. It'd be very different down there. Just as ugly as the rest of humanity. With casualty she opened a line to the Philar space port.
-"Hey dudes down there, I need a landing port."
The atmosphere approaching quickly.
-"ID and registration."
Pushing couple of buttons and all of a sudden she was yet another lie in the system.
-"Philar spaceport here. Registration acknowledged. Go to west dock, B 459."
-"Roger!"
Grabbing the controls tightly as she smiled. Weren't the little civilians in for a surprise when they'd eventually figure out that all of the galaxy's most dangerous people had arrived at their doorstep, all on the same plane.
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The gravity pulled at them.
-"Damn bitch. Hold on kid, looks like we're landing."
Jack held on to the only thing close. Riddick.
-"But we're not suppose to be there in another two weeks, not twenty hours!"
The instability minimal. Just the gravity kicking in. Neither of them had
even felt the sudden change of artificial gravity and the real thing. A
voice echoed through the ships com system.
A pissy Skylar.
-"You fucking wanted me to warn before we'd land, well, you lost your fucking chance, we've LANDED, you assholes!"
Not Jack or Riddick could really give Skylar's pissiness a second of their concern. The physical closeness wanted to drown them completely. Everything different. The world felt different to both of them. Still just as fucking bad as before, just in a different way.
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Sweet air. Real air, polluted and shitty. Wonderful.
A hotel room. Two hotel rooms.
*Couldn't leave little sis alone in a big bad bed that just might eat her, and she's scared to shits of me*
Skylar smiled wickedly, her plan was sure as fuck working as planned. It was a plan after all. Stretching lazily over the king sized bed. Thinking dirty thoughts, seeing dirty things. Seeing darkness itself. A body closing in on hers. The most gentle touch of a missed soul.
-"So, you got my message. Do you check your mail every ten minutes?"
His eyes so warm and sane. Already stripping her of her clothes.
-"No. Whenever I miss you, and I always find a new message."
Night faded in on them. A time where demon's could see. A time when Skylar could see and others of her kind.
-"Oh, Skylar love, there's a job for you, a priest with an unhealthy appetite."
He sat on top of her, very cruel to look at if a person didn't know him. Skylar's face took on the expression of anger.
-"You feel this..."
Her fingers brushing against his face.
-"Of course I do."
Her fist clenched in front of him.
-"You see this."
-"Most definitely ..The point?"
He kind of already knew, but to hear her voice would be more than worth it.
-"Would you like to FEEL what you SEE!?"
He pinned her down by the hands. In terms of strength it served no point. But it was their game. Always their game.
-"I'm sorry love, didn't mean to bring work up."
A smile, wanton. A starved wanton.
-"There's something else you can bring up."
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-"I will kill her. I'll take a shovel. Make her dig her own grave then beat her in the head with it and bury her myself!"
Jack was comically pissy.
-"Maybe I'll just turn her in."
Riddick lay beside her. There was nothing fucking else around to sleep on.
-"You're not that stupid."
Riddick's voice, always cold and even, sarcastic to an extend.
-"Why not, she's a fucking bitch, and I'm thinking five mils are not gonna be enough to stand her."
-"You're sister ain't an idiot Jack, neither is Macy. She's prepared for one of us tryin' to ghost her ass at some time."
Jack took a deep breath and exhaled words that her hangover self didn't mean.
-"She's fucking right too.."
Riddick's thoughts kept on swirling like an ocean of "if's". Swirling around how to ghost the mother fuckers. Always about Jack.
*Too fucking young, then and...*
-"Don't tell me that you're gonna try to x her?"
The usual sarcasm sweetening his low toned voice into a demon whisper.
*There's no freaggin need to X Skylar out, it'll only give the kid a burden*
Jack tugged the blankets closer, resenting his words.
-"Something funny about that, eh, Riddick?"
Staring out into the air. Still seeing her face. Still seeing Skylar's face.
-"As I said, she ain't a fool. She could ghost you at any minute, without thinking."
*Fuck, she could ghost me at any time*
-"You haven't killed me yet Riddick, what makes you think she might do me?"
A young irritated voice shivering into nothing but a breeze of desert dust.
-"I'm not half as fried as she is."
Jack kicked him in the leg. One reason to sleep on the floor. She'd been acting like this ever since landing. As if he'd never found her drunk and doped. As if her secret hadn't been blown out into the black hole he had as a mind.
-"What the fuck do you mean by that?!"
Kind of being herself, wasn't she? The kid he'd gotten to know. The girl who'd grown up. Did that concern him more than Skylar and whatever she would be up to? More than definite.
-"You're too fucking curious for your own good kid."
Riddick ignored her painful pleas of "Tell me.. C'mon asshole, tell
me" and the occasional kicking and punching from her limbs. He dazed
off. No fucking idea that he'd been just that tired.
Great. Her scent. His mind drawing back on him. Betraying him. Bringing
him back to the point of where from he'd been destined to meet the girl.
Fuck it all.
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Cryo-sleep. The worst damned bitch ever. The condition, always still. Fucking frozen in his own body. Everyone slept.
For how many weeks now?
He knew....Skylar, Macy's girl, leaning against him in another fucking coffin of green light.
A moment. Thinking.
*Tangier*
He would have grinned if the fucking mouthpiece hadn't muffled him like a horse.
*That bitch should be in slam city, after ghosting those guards*
The flash of her deed. Brutal. Tortured. Beautiful...... Their hearts beating in her hands as they died. Small cuts and bruises reaching through their bones. He'd ghosted some of them, but that bitch had saved the best for herself.
*No wonder she's Macy's*
The never changing hum of the ship changed. Lights went out, alerts on. His mind raced to find away to get out of the cell. Lights. Green foolish glow.
Skylar's cell crashed. Blood floating out.
*She ghosted herself! Fucking asshole*
His eyes tried to see out more, but the light hadn't returned to it's previous strength. Dead air. Footsteps. Light and childlike. Someone very, very weightless.
His cell open. Who's game was this? Game or not, a little walk would be fun. Breaking free from the chains and spitting the piece out of his mouth. Walking towards her cell.
*Damn bitch, it would have been fun to fry her brain*
A piece of iron stood through Skylar's coffin. Spewed in blood. Taking a closer look. Just to rmember her, finally dead.
-"What the fuck....?"
He smelled the blood he rubbed between his fingers. The name Jack was scratched on the inside,
-"Better off dead, if she fucked someone else than Macy."
A closer look. Eyes. His narrowed, the corps' wide in terror. A guard. The bastard had his heart ripped out.
-"Damn."
Her plan slammed through his head. Anger and bloodlust squirmed. An out raged cry infuriated him.
-"Fucking sociopath bitch stabbed me in the back."
He smiled at the thought. Most likely Skylar knew about his plan. Just to ditch her. In Tangier, amongst all the rapists, paedophiles and murderers.
The alarms went psycho on him. Every single sense drowned in them. A high-pitched security system for escapees.
-"Fuck me."
Big time, even said with a smile.
A sound cutting into his brain. Designed to beat the fuck out of anyone's concentration.
Well, almost anyone.
Sociopaths, multi murderers and devils were an exception. Meaning. The two of them.
His head collapsing after a long time of tolerating the sound. He'd gotten to know enough. Enough to want to twist her neck off her head, slowly.
The files were reconfigured.
Destination: Ursa Luna penalty facility
Cargo: 6 male prisoners.......
And Skylar's name was nowhere to be found...however, he most certainly would be seeing her crimes. She'd transferred her file into his. Pinned it all on him.
Bleeding he screamed in his cage. Back there. Oh, he'd be out soon enough.
Chop her head off.
Gut her. … Maybe this Jack too.
Chapter 9-10
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