Chapter 10; Shopping for a human soul
The midday sun penetrated Jack's eyes, forcing her to face a final day. Dried salt tears stuck to her face. Her eyes felt disgusting. They were nothing more than two thin red slits. Tears had echoed in her sleep, demanded the blood from her soul.
Voices, barely inches away form her. Eyes still closed, listening to the two known voices.
-"You went over the line yesterday."
The greatly concerned Macy spoke.
The sound Riddick made, it was Riddick, she knew every single sound he made. Every single one.
The weight on the bed indicating that someone was sitting down. Riddick? Macy?
-"What is up with you Riddick? You used to be a heartless bastard. Now you get upset when a girl screams at you."
The voice didn't arrive from the heavier corner of the bed. Eyes staring right through her.
*Just relax Jack*
Her breaths slipping from her lips, completely without effort. Eyes slow and relaxed. Her body completely relaxed, but her mind tense and working.
*C'mon, keep on talking...give me some of the dirt on myself*
A laughter screaming through the small room. Obviously Riddick's, and he wasn't happy.
-"You're a fucking psycho Macy. Didn't you know that the friendship was off when I tried to kill you and Skylar?"
*He tried to kill them, not unexpected*
A mild voice, happy almost, replied.
-"Of course I know Riddick."
-"Then why in fuck act as if it never happened?"
Someone leaning back to a wall, Macy's sigh colored the air and silence.
-"Think, Riddick, for once in your life, think...You have a soul."
A smile, Jack could feel it, almost see it from where she lay.
*Of course he has a soul, always has*
-"You want me to suffer?"
Sarcasm drowning in a voice, an old tired sarcasm.
*Don't we fucking all suffer enough already, geese*
Macy did the unusual, snorted at Riddick and cursed.
-"Fuck, man, you really are a fucking Jackass. Jesus fucking Christ!"
Walking away, steps that gave the thought of anger and secrets a second chance.
*Just what the fuck is going on? *
The weight of the bed leaving, the contradictory comfort leavening Jack's presence.
A touch to her arm, breath close to her face. Warm and slow.
-"You're awake, ain't you kid."
Eyes opening slowly, beholding only Riddick in her imagination and reality. Slowly shifting herself, sitting up.
-"Damn, you noticed?"
A smile. Even despite the sunglasses she could very well see his eyes. And they shone, she knew with precisely what.
-"No. But you don't sleep heavy, there's no fucking way you could'a slept."
His hand touching her face ever so gently.
-"What's up with you Riddick? Macy's got a point, yah know."
His look with out any emotion recognizable by a human. The girl......
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Turning into something quite right else. Riddick's hand slowly caressed her cheek, it had a will of its own.
At breakfast, only an inch of thought had kept him from choking her. Yes, Macy did have a point, a very good one. But it wasn't that close to the truth, not nearly enough.
He loved the kid, who didn't? No matter how fucked up she'd get he'd still care for her, still become angry at her, still laugh with her. His not so human side wanted the woman...who wouldn't.
Imam's latest remark popped up in his head.
*I fear for all those boys who'll try indecent things with that girl*
Holy man was right to do so. More than one boy had disappeared. The silent moment went on forever. Into the depths of two minds.
*She's still an innocent. How ironic*
No matter what she'd do, how many men she'd fuck or how many she'd kill, she would still be innocent. Because unlike himself she didn't enjoy it at all. The hundreds of men were nothing but a way to try to forget, much like the drugs and booze. As for killing...when she'd wanted to run after Shazza he'd known that she'd only kill for survival. Her soul was too big, just like her heart.
-"Riddick?"
Her former question seeping back into his head. A reply or one more addition to the crowd of secrets?
Fuck secrets, the truth as well.
-"Now's not the time to talk about it."
Her sigh heavy as she slumped herself down onto the bed.
-"Talk about what then?"
He grinned his old fashioned smile. For a while they'd act as if things had never gone to hell and been there for the last few months.
-"Ain't you confused?"
-"My head's spinning too much for me to figure out."
He stood up, feeling Jack's eyes following him relentlessly.
-"Couple of days ago Skylar showed up, happens to be your psycho sister..... She wants you to come with her, because she needs you to solve some formula to get a code for a bank account. However, your dad has the formula and he won't give it to you, so we're gonna to get him outta the brick, then go after the formula. And then there is a contact, which I presume is Macy."
Jack sat up, thoughtful and contemplative. Although he couldn't see the color of her eyes, he could imagine it. Her brown eyes shining of that expression of curiosity painted on that innocent face.
-"Yeah, dad has the formula hidden somewhere...and Macy's shown up, I have no idea from where… And we need weapons ...And why did you try to kill them?"
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Norm paced by the infirmary. Worried about Max, his best pal. He'd gotten beaten by some ruthless brutes, seemingly for no reason. Though the dude had mumbled something about Skylar Menski.
Wasn't she presently in the Tangier slam? The crazy serial killer. Wasn't she a part of a team? Macy..something. Child savers. Cut the dicks off paedophiles, ripped their hearts out? Or had it been them who'd killed the girl's father?
Norm shook his average looking head in confusion. This was all too much. The stress of waiting. Still he remembered the obscure anticipation that captivated his heart just a moment before the explosion.
And now he'd gone to claim his prize, for killing Riddick, along with Max. But … apparently Riddick was dead, had been for almost five or four years.
It was all completely outta his reach and comprehension.
He'd seen the ship blow up into pieces. Personally. The night after Max's life had nearly been beaten outta him.
Two shady men walked down the hall. Norm gave it no important thought. The man didn't know how to observe his environment.
Those two men were a complete contrast to the world that surrounded them. Dirty, while the staff was sterilized. Dark, dirt swimming in the ocean of white dressed doctors and nurses. Ruthless, as the staff saved the human life's that they took.
Tapping on Norm's shoulder, a dark man looking like a leader.
-"You're the Norm who claims to have killed Riddick?"
Norm's already pale face became ghost white.
Those men were mercs. Famously known as the Johns brothers. Only… one was now missing.
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A major invasion into Riddick's and Jack's privacy. Skylar, following was Macy, holding a bottle of vodka.
Skylar smiled in a completely fucked up way
-"Guys, we're goin' to go shoppin'."
Macy groaned in exhaustion, leaned at the wall and took a big sip of the booze, then threw it over to Riddick.
-"You're gonna need this pal."
The seriousness in a dark face reflected the complete humour of the act. Riddick did not like this notion at all.
But Skylar didn't seem to care much about anything at all. She just jumped and danced.
-"Go shoppin' shoppin' shoppin', we gonna go to the grocery store."
It all became darker to Riddick.
*Who let her outta preschool?*
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Streets. Dark alleys. Home to the not so sane and the graveyard of normal people.
A group of people travelled closely. A black man with a staff, slightly limping. By him a thin woman with blond hair...hangs together with muscles and bones.
Behind them trailed a couple. A girl with messy hair, as if she'd just woken up. Petite beside the huge man beside her.
Oddly enough.
Dark.
Dark....
Dark with a light at the end of the tunnel. A single light in the worst
neighbourhood. Where no taxi would go. That's why all of them had been dropped
off about a mile away from the store.
-"And where the fuck are we going?"
Skylar spun around, pointing at a grocery store that glared at them with a normal glow of some kind.
-"There!"
Macy couldn't help but smile, smile at his dearly beloved who danced around in pure childish excitement. A quality he loved about her. How she could at one moment be the most serious mind planning a double homicide and the other she'd be a girl, innocent almost.
She'd lost her innocence years ago. The moment her mother had bashed her mind into singular pieces and the docs had to restore parts of her biological mind. At the same moment they'd taken away the little sanity Skylar had had left. From that moment she'd become the woman he was more than just infatuated with. A killer to his taste. A woman with a taste for blood. Especially the blood of a man they had failed to kill several years back.
Soon that would all change...
As the doors got closer, Macy's mind became enraged. Rage directed temporarily
at humanity.
It still slumbered in Skylar, that's why she didn't want to kill their hated
enemy before Jack would learn how to hate that man with all of her soul.
*You can't expect that love, Jack's never known him like you and me*
The doors opened, slamming a few passengers of darkness into the depths of hell.
-"WELCOME! To the grocery store."
And his dearly beloved gave their audience a crazy look.
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ANIMAL HOUSE!
The "grocery store" was a freaking mess. Party people drinking and other lunatics fucking on the shelves. Skylar didn't seem to notice. Macy observed, with platonic interest. Riddick ignored while Jack...well....stared.
-"And this is a fucking grocery store?"
-"You got the fucking part all right."
Riddick's voice well below being happy. Jack's ambisexual voice swinging towards her sister.
-"You've been here before, haven't you?"
-"Of course, I picked the place."
-"Why in fu...hell to pick this place?"
Skylar smiled a full lipped smile, stretching from her sanity to the other part of her craziness.
-"Why, Jack, I thought your dirty little mind would know where to go to fuck a good psycho ...but, oh, I forget. You're already fucking one...ain't you? ...Oh, no...You aren't!"
Homicidal eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses burned through her much so insane nature.
-"Actually, I trust some people in here, they're in the same business as I am."
-"Which business would that be, Skylar? General insanity?"
Riddick's voice heavy and dark, not in the mood for games.
-"Assassinations...well, I'm written off as a serial killer, which is complete BS, I just...like using the same method over and over and over again, and hearing those assholes squirm ..is...ahh...but just on paedophiles."
Her eyes rolling in their sockets.
-"Hey, Skye!"
A rusty female voice tumbled through the air, getting everyone's attention. A graceful middle aged female on high heels stood in front of them.
-"Didn't tell me that you were bringing guests."
The middle aged female's eyes running up Riddick's body with intense interest. Skylar shoved Jack forward, directing the female's interest into a less harmful direction.
-"This is my lil sister."
The woman gave Jack little or no attention, her eyes still on Riddick, a smile curling up on her thick black lips.
-"Are you who I think you are?"
Skylar invaded the time win between the words of the dark hared aging woman.
-"Yeah, this is Mr. Richard B. Riddick, and get your horny eyes off him, he's fucking a minor"
The woman's face turned all funny, kind off...disappointed.
-"And he's still alive."
She gave Skylar a concerned look.
-"Shit, Kali, he's fucking my...."
-"Will you shut up for once in your life Skylar!"
Jack's face had turned red from embarrassment, especially since the rest of the world was listening.
Kali smiled, then laughed, and then got her act together. Got all serious.
-"Well, have fun here, Yoko is gonna be an hour late… and...I need to talk to you later."
The so-called Kali turned around and aimed for the next rack of supplies. 'Armory'. Or so was it written off as.
-"So what in hell is this place? Who's Yoko? ... Mind to explain?"
Somehow Riddick's voice didn't sound homicidal, for a change. Skylar smiled, happy about herself.
-"It's a grocery store, you know, where people get all the things they need... This one is just limited to assassins and killers."
Riddick grunted in displeasure.
-"The prefect place to be caught. Still haven't answered my question."
Skylar shrugged, her interest limited to minimal, if not below.
-"Our contact...We gotta get some people with us if we're gonna barge into our old home....."
Her voice murmuring with thoughts and memories.
-"And until we get our contact I'm stealing Jack here."
Before anyone did anything, Skylar had Jack by the arm, leading her into the darkest corners of the store.
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-"What do you want from me?"
Jack smiling in paranoia and anger, if not wrath. Skylar detected the protective hostility in her younger sister quite easily.
-"Jack, you don't need to have your guards up around me."
Jack snorted at Skylar's gentle tone and at her sisterly words.
-"Right, if there's anyone I need my guard up around it's you! Whaddaya want?"
Skylar pointed her little sister to sit down, from casual sisterly nature Jack did obey. Odd how family would always be family.
-"I just need to talk to you, 'bout the plan, 'bout the past."
A foot up against an opposite wall and the owner's attitude still violent. Just like her voice.
-"Fuck the past, Skylar, talk about the plan."
*She's not weak, but very sensitive, there is a difference, a big one*
-"Fine by me."
Leisurely leaning back. Relaxation opposite to stern fear.
-"Then talk, and do tell why I and Riddick have gone along with this blind fold mission."
*Yes, she's afraid. Paranoid within her bones. But I....*
-"The plan is to get dad so he can get the formula and you can solve it and we can get lots of money! Simple."
-"How about the contact...and the blindfold part?"
*God, you're lucky Jack, you're so lucky. Not on the same road as I am*
Skylar hid her concerns and thoughts with another crazy smile.
-"You'll see the contact's part very soon. Tīs just a girl I know, she's alerting all who need to know about us arriving here."
Skylar leaned forwards, eyes shining with the pure madness of a tortured past.
-"You know that I love an audience.. Jackleen."
By the calling of her name the younger sister reacted harshly.
-"Don't fucking call me that."
*Maybe some part of her remembers our ugly past. Daddy was the only one ever calling her Jackleen*
-"Just trying to get some emotion outta ya girlie."
Jack turned all uncomfortable at that comment. There was a definite unsolved ocean of emotionality under that burning face of hers.
-"Skip the shit Skylar, the plan!"
*Straight to the point...trying to avoid your emotions again love?*
-"As I said earlier. We'll be visiting a slam, the one me and Riddick met in. Daddy's there. He'll take us to where he hid the formula. The old man might try something nasty so Riddick and Macy can take care of him, just in case... And we need backup, that's why were here tonight."
Sanity shone through black eyes. The pitch black of a human soul.
-"As for you and Riddick coming along. … Personally, I think it's all about you Jack. I'm your family, so is Macy. I think that you care for me and that's why you came along. You want to know what happened all those years ago. You wanna know why you still love me so much. Riddick came along outta curiosity, to see how his old friend survived, see if he'll get another shot at killing me. Mostly though, I think he came along to protect you."
Jack's eyes turning watery, the salt lay in the air. Hadn't the girl cried enough already. It broke, the heart the crazy assassin had.
*What's one lie to another?*
Skylar reached out for the girl who meant so much to her. Strangely enough, Jack didn't resist when Skylar hugged her gently.
-"I can't even remember what happened all those years ago Jack, but I know that I've missed you girlie. I've missed everything about you."
Slowly the embrace broke, Jack's whisper stabbing and hurting.
-"You bitch. Why do you have to do this?"
-"Do what?"
Eyes squeezed together, a hand lay gently on Jack's soft skin.
-"One moment you're Skylar, the other a crazy fuck telling everyone that I'm fucking a mad homicidal maniac."
-"Jack, I'm real sorry, I just forgot...I'm not used to be around people, fuck, I'm not used to be around human beings."
Her breath shivering.
-"I'm really sorry Jack."
Her voice finally mature, like she were her older sister.
-"Ok..."
That sound of a voice cracked her younger sister's soul, that much the intuition of an older sister could see and sense.
-"I'm also pissed off at Riddick here, we have a past, and I need to tell you about it."
The vulnerable girl hugged herself, leaning up against a cold wall.
-"Spill it."
*Still trying to act tough, little sweet sister*
-"After what happened with daddy Macy got caught, sent to a slam. He met a guy there, called Riddick."
A sigh from Skylar's lips, a painful memory passing through her overused nerves. A story of a life time.
-"Riddick had killed off some people. According to Macy, that boy was an unpolished diamond ...a real killer."
Searching for reactions in Jack's once so jubilant eyes. No joy was to be found.
*I suppose that's what aging does to you...maturity at the expense of joy*
-"Macy spent some time with him, after a while, the diamond was polished and flawless..."
Jack's eyes contained disbelief. Skylar continued her long tale of how she'd encountered the most wanted man in the galaxy.
-"Macy sold me out, I got sent to this unisex prison colony, got to know Riddick. But two predators rarely get along. We didn't. Things got real messy. I mean REAL messy. We nearly killed each other on several occasions. "
Skylar hesitated. A hesitation of mental debate.
-"Once over lunch, I was six months pregnant, I needed food..."
Shivering Skylar turned back to the original subject.
*Shit it's hard to talk about the past*
-"Riddick was just about twenty two, young and foolish. I was just barely seventeen, crazy as fuck. Macy and I couldn't bare to be apart. So we set Riddick up."
Skylar looked up at her dearest family member, as if searching for any other emotional reactions than shock and anger.
-"I planted a virus into the system. It was to be activated when contact with our present colony would break. It did activate and it did just what it was suppose to. It rerouted the ship's course, to Ursa Luna. Specifically meant for Riddick. With his crimes he'd deserve to go there..."
Jack's face was a painful question mark of the heaviest doubt.
-"He needed to be sent to Ursa Luna because I was so fucking angry at him. Anyways, while on the prison transport, with my precious virus having fucked up most other systems as well, I was free to go out. I did. … Shit I did. I transferred my file onto his, adding lifetime sentence to his three years in Slam city. Then I let him out. After I killed a guard, stuffed him into my cryo-coffin and ripped his heart out... Back to the point. I escaped. Riddick didn't, he went to the notorious Slam City. The bastard escaped though."
Jack sat still, she'd sunken to the floor while listening to Skylar's overwhelming story.
-"You… betrayed him.."
The pain in Jack's voice sounded foolish to her older sibling.
-"Well, if you think so, then you probably think that I got what I deserved."
A funny look. An obvious look.
-"Lemme guess, he tried to kill you."
Skylar chuckled in sadness.
-Fuck yes. Couple of years later, let's say about before you entered the Hunter-G, just couple of weeks or so, the maniac Riddick tracked me and Macy up. Of course he felt a little pissy. So he blew up our apartment, I'd picked up the sound though and we got out. He followed, or so he thought. Stupid impulsive Riddick."
The girlie stiffened at the low remark on her once been idol Riddick.
-"Let's just say that I'd heard the bomb coming days before. At that time I was in drugs, selling them. My favourite customer was a merc named Johns...."
Little Jack Menski froze in her position.
-"You knew Johns?"
Skylar smiled.
-"Yup, and I'm fucking glad he's dead. He let us down. You see, I lead Riddick into an ally where Johns and me were suppose to take him out. Johns didn't show up, the surprise gave Riddick a chance to play with my insides. Can't remember much after that. I woke up six months later, in a shitty hospital. Macy told me that the plan had worked, just with a new twist. That's why he's limping. We had to get Riddick for something and so we decided to kind off stage Macy's injury...they couldn't use me since I'm suppose to be dead...I kind of am..."
The silence echoed between them like an unspoken dissolving poison. The life being squeezed out of a snake that should never have been born from it's mother. Blind hate.
-"Wh..what about the baby?"
A tear slipped down Skylarīs face, so terribly unfamiliar to her face.
-"Dead."
Pain tearing at Jack's face, the conflict had started. Now it was all up to the poison to do its job.
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*Riddick killed the baby? He couldn't have. He's different now, isn't he? He wouldn't do this to me? But he's done it to Skylar. … Why's she telling me this shit anyway? Why? What? She knew Johns? Morphine and mercs. Geese, that means this is all really her fault.*
Jack couldn't face the truth of her sister's face, only look the other way and hope that the reality would fade away with time.
*A doze of morphine would be good now*
Riddick's irony seeped into her head.
*Maybe I should thank the bitch since it's her that arranged me meeting Riddick and Imam*.
A look of grief cast across both of them for a furious moment of mourning. Confusion dazing Jacks mind, the same confusion that had thrust the drugs up into her life and made her embrace the needles she sometimes used to inject joy into her life.
-"BAH!"
An oriental clown stood frozen in front of Skylar, turning her skinny ass towards Jack.
The voice Skylar used wasn't the one of the older loving sister Jack had heard only minutes ago. This was the psycho. This was the serial killer.
-"Hello Yoko."
A voice of seductive madness. And that glance was back. That ugly glance of darkness.
-"You wanna talk to me Skye?"
Skylar stood up, aiming for the crowd.
-"Yes, I have a favour to ask."
That shorthaired Yoko smiled superficially.
-"Can't remember that I owe you one."
Skylar turned vicious, grabbing the oriental woman by her hair, throwing her into a crowd of borderline psychos.
-"THIS BITCH OWES ME A FAVOUR!"
Terror formed in the recently identified Yoko. A hint of something inhuman over took the eyes of everyone who knew the demonic Skylar. But not Jack, never Jack.
-"BUT SHE DON'T REMEMBER!"
A gun staring at Mrs Oriental. A woman of grace and madness mixed her eyes with the one eyed gun point.
Yoko's forehead received a lethal mark of disapprovement. A gun aimed quickly at Yoko's forehead, a gunshot riding loudly off, getting everyone's attention.
A dead woman lay dead on the floor, gunpowder on Skylar's hands. Obviously she loved the feel of it. A pool of blood screamed out a warning.
-"ANYONE HERE WHO OWES ME A FAVOUR?!"
The voice almost singing. Immediately after the crime was committed Skylar looked directly into Jack's eyes.
-"Just making contact with the crowd."
Putting her gun back into her place, Jack's thoughts frozen. She'd seen people die before, either by the hands of monsters, or by the hands of Riddick. A forbidden thought decided to crawl into her mind.
*Is there a difference*
Shame blushed through her soul. How could she even doubt Riddick? He'd protected her for all those years, made sure she'd get some education. Made sure that no one would pull off some shit on her.
*But then again, he did have a high price*
Thoughts drifting back to a certain event.
*Fuck, it was an accident girl*
It seemed that Jack's mind opposed her own heart. Just which one was thinking which? How did the kill of a clown drift back to Riddick? But doesn't everything go down to Riddick or Skylar…?
*Talking about going down on...no, I'm not going there*
A strong hand lying on her shoulder, firm and fine.Oh, God his hands were fine.
-"You ok kid?"
Shaking the touch of her mind, repeating the sentence in her mind.
*Ok, I'm never ok, I live with you Riddick*
-"Yeah, nothin' I haven't seen before."
The crowd circling around Skylar, an unhappy but impressed Kali glaring at Skylar and Macy, who was still eating an apple.
-"Whaddayah want us to do?"
All hands crossed but ready to strike.
A smile twitching at the end of speaking lips.
-"I need to visit my old man, but he's gotten himself into some mess."
Kali laughed. The mentioning of their father caught Jack's fragile mind. In all this fucking confusion she'd forgotten.
*How could I have forgotten about dad*
-"You gonna ghost his ass?"
It crushed the young heart of a post adolescent girl. To hear those words spoken brought forwards some rather painful memories....
Skylar shaking her head sadly, not daring to look at anyone.
-"No, no, I just need him outta jail."
Another laughter from Kali, this one of disbelief, a look of a conceited whore covered the store manager's face.
-"I'll come along. Hell, even just for the fun of it!"
Something looked lost in Skylar, as if she'd won an empty victory. Hollow sound of her soul echoed through her sad black eyes.
-"I need seven more to go along, leaving tomorrow."
A monotone voice speaking through the face, which usually held the most intense of emotions. Now her face held nearly nothing. Frightening, even more so than when Skylar put up one of her most insane masks. A truth hit the nearly eighteen-year-old Jack. Skylar was vulnerable. At that moment, Skylar Aurora Menski wasn't a mad serial killer, the fucked up assassin, or an insane sister. She was simply....human.
Chapter 11; Blood on my fingers
Back, crumbled together in a ship. With a mass of individuals. The pure
madness of an absurd show.
Just five more days.
Five...
Ouch.
The last month or so had been more than simply intolerable. Only one thing was worse than all those killers cooped up together, therefore doing absurd things. Such as looking for the murderer of Macy's apples. All he'd been eating lately. Red, red apples.
They'd found the thief, the murderer, the rapist, of Macy's apple. A jealous girly boy. He went outdoors.
Fantastic, why not just leave a sign on the ship screaming "WE'RE ALL CRAZY MURDERERS ABOUT TO BREAK INTO A JAIL". A fucking add for all the mercs in the world.
Yes. Only one thing worse than all that. The fact that Riddick hadn't shown his face for that precious month of pure fucked-up-ness. Only simple looks from his silvery eyes in the dark. When she'd crossed him in the gym area, when she'd knocked on his door, seeing him holding a bottle of booze, when he'd thrown her outta his room.
For what?
For being indecent, for talking about the past? Hadn't they supposedly been making process? The rape out into thin air. Or perhaps he was angry about the fact that Jack severely resented that he'd nearly killed her sister.
So much out.
For a long moment a girl was no longer a girl, but just a human realizing an obvious, yet hidden truth.
*He's human too, isn't he. God, he must hade my guts right now. I lied to him about my family, I never told him about the mercs. I hid the drugs and booze away from him. Fuck. I stabbed him in the back*
Fiddling with the belt as she cuddled up in the assistant pilot's chair. The pilot chair being occupied by Macy and Skylar...getting it on. He was kind of sitting on top of her, stealing kisses. Jack's mind couldn't help but wander to Riddick.
*Don't think of him like that girlie, that's over, if it ever was*
Rising out of the chair, no longer comfortable with Riddick in her head, whispering to the couple.
-"Fucking rabbits."
With uncertainty she entered the cooler room. Her only mental sanctuary.
Fearing for her mentality, or what she thought she had left.
*Skylar is only using me to get the money, Riddick's thrown me away like a dirty rag...bastard*
A smile broke through the sadness.
-"I'll be seeing you soon dad."
Memories seeping through her bleeding heart, memories meant to cure that wound. It didn't. Something dug so deep festering and leaking out puss wouldn't let a jubilant memory push the darkness aside. But the joy she felt. For almost a decade she hadn't seen her dad. How would he look like? How would he react?
Still she remembered him, the devious crook her used to be. Got caught though. He had a temper, that much she did remember. He could also be so kind. Would he still be kind? What would the time in have done to him?
A flash of a brutal scene caught her mind. The darkness aggressively overtaking her thoughts.
Johns face. All over. Johns. The fucker. Taking his turn over and over and over again. A familiar ache wrenched her spirit and now there was no booze or morphine to run to.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
A pain captivating her spine, her arms..and....everywhere. Everywhere where the fucker had touched her.
*Let's not bruise her too bad*
*You like it, you like it you like it you bitch*
Shaking her head. Still feeling the cold steel against her head. A freaggin gun.
Grabbing her breasts violently, pinching the skin. Ripping her body apart from the inside.
*Let's not leave her bruised*
Screaming choked. Kicking, tied. Crying, raped.
*You like it you like it you like it you like it you like it!!*
-"NOOOOO!"
A high pitched scream reaching from her core, the real Jack screaming and shaking. Angry. Passionate.
Hateful steps towards her room. Amazing that those fucks didn't sleep in the rooms. Probably got to used to sleeping on store shelves.
Hugging herself in the ourity of her emotions. Open doors. Closed doors. Girl off dressing. Girl taking a shower. Girl rubbing her skin until it almost bleed. Girl using to much soap.
Girl
Girl
A woman curling up in bed hoping for some useless sleep.
Doors open...
Doors open...
Doors...open.
Skylar.
-"Hey, girlie, ok if I use your shower?"
*Feeling dirty already?*
-"I just finished all the hot water."
Skylar shrugged.
-"I don't mind."
No reply from the bed-ridden creature, so it was taken as a yes from the invader.
*Do they all think that if you don't say no that then it's ok?*
Why in hell had she seen Johns face anyway? The fuck was dead. Those things had gotten him.
*And my sanity*
Given Riddick a soul.
*Ironic that it took something worse than him to make him feel human*
Ten minutes later Skylar re appeared, wearing black underwear. A bra, a thong. Very sculptured, very fit.
Surprisingly scarred.
Jack couldn't help but stare in pain. Her older sister was covered in scars. Especially her abdomen. There were a few scratches on her arms, probably from defence. A few on her thighs and calves. Some by her collar bone. But so, so many on her stomach. Almost as if she'd been gutted, shivved.
Riddick. She'd never realized that the attack had been that bad.
-"Staring at his handy work, eh?"
Skylar's voice dull and non sensual. Hiding the pain? Or did she just not care whatsoever?
-"Guess so."
Older sister leaning down to the little sister. (Big chimney leaning down to the little chimney)
-"Better watch out how you fuck with Mr Evil, little girl." (You're too small to smoke).
Rolling over in the ivory sheets, lying on her back, staring back. Staring through to and fro.
-"What makes you think I wanna fuck with him?"
A smirk curled up and got cozy on older sisī face. The mostly naked woman sitting down on the bed.
-"I see the way you stare at him, the way your pupils explode when ever you smell him and his fucked up mind. You wanna fuck him."
Not changing her position or her monotone voice, stunned by her own thought and how impotent she felt.
-"I already have."
Jack heard the ruffling of hair. Skylar drying her head with a yellow towel. Stolen? Came with the ship? Killed for? Who'd kill for something so small. Who'd kill for lunch. Riddick would.
Maybe she just bought it.
-"Go on."
To her surprise Jack went on about the past. A past leading to present circum stances.
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27 Oct
DeAr fUCKing DiaRy
Riddick's birthday. 27/27...nice touch. I finally pulled outta his freaggin mouth! Just twenty seven. Not that bad really. He's just 9 years older than me. No freaggin deal.
Geese, he is...ah…you already know what the fuck I'm gonna say, and why am I even talking to a book as if it's real? … Well, then if it makes the school therapist think I'm sane, then so be it. I still can't believe that they sent me to a head fucker. Odd, fucking odd.
Anways, his birthday. Actually, I'm still kinda stunned. It's been about three years since that damned hellhole excuse of a planet. Precisely 1355 days since I met him. (Me and my hyper brain) And it's his fault that he doesn't get a birthday present. The fucker only old me last night.
He defiantly likes doing this to me. This is kind of like the time he didn't tell me...well...let's leave that out or this entry will be too fucking long. It already is.
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28 Oct
Diary!
How should I start. Fuck. Well, that about describes it. Fuck.
We got very wasted yesterday. Very very waisted. I did manage to steal some decent booze. Apparently something Paris used to drink. Amazing that he still remembers. We got too wasted, but not enough to forget or be irresponsible. Shit. Oh man. It hurt. I knew it would but, ouch.... man.... so. Well...fuck. It's sex. I just hope I'll never have girly campfire tales where we talk about our first times. Mine would be somīthing like this.
"Yeah, he's a famous multi convicted murderer, thief and maniac and 9 yrs older than me"
Of course I'd have to leave it out that I was 16 (turning seventeen, mind you) when I lost my virginity.
Still can't believe it. Actually, I can't believe what he did the morning after. We did pass out in his bed. After having sex, talking about it, having sex again, drinking the rest of the booze and after we decided there was no point in talking about it.
Anywas, it was hilarious. His present fuck buddy, a blond called Lisa. He's fucking, or was… for two reasons, she's good in bed, and she's stupid enough to believe him. … Well, maybe three reasons....he thinks it's funny that she's the stereo typical blond, personally I think she just looks too much like Fry.
Enough of the past.
The bitch came to the door, he answered the doors with a shiv only wearing his black boxers.
Dunno what they talked about, but she started screaming and barged in. Maybe it was about the red lines I left on his back. Gotta cut those nails.
She ran into the room, seeing me lying there, naked. I've never seen someone
this surprised.
Then she called Riddick a paedophile and a sicko. Well, I won't blame her,
she thinks I'm his kid sister. I might still be a kid, but fuck no, I'm
not his sister. For one, he's American, I'm Russian. It's obvious. I might
not have an accent, but just look at me!
He came back to bed, looked at me funny.... We spend the day in bed. Strangely enough, ...more talking than sex. Serious chit chat. How this is gonna change a lot.
One thing's for certain. At least for a while, no more dates for me. That is, if this thing works out. Fuck, I hope it does.
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29 Oct
Damn hell, I … Now what, how I am going to, what so. No no non oh
I screamed, I screamed, screamed. No one heard, he didn't hear. Fuck fuck
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. No no no no no
oh no oh no.
He calls me a slut.
Looked like Johns, smelled like Johns. What happened yesterday? Now I'm
a whore, a slut,
bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch.
I'm just like Skylar, I'm gonna be just like that fucked up crazy bitch
who killed my father. Much fuck fuck,
fuck fuck
fuck.
Why can't I cry...
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Staring at the liquid, not seeing it. Still smelling her. That girl, Jack.
The last few days had been somewhat wretching. Not bearing to even look at her without a thought passing by. Usually thoughts including him slicing her guts. The disturbing fact that her dad had abused her and that she didn't seem to have any recollection of it.
The kid didn't deserve so much pain. He liked the pain. A lot. Inflicting pain being what once made him feel alive, it still did, but now he had to deal with the guilt of it. Not that it'd be that hard. He didn't care much for the people he killed, scumbags, thieves, rapists. He usually found someone who didn't seem to deserve to live. All his emotionality would be taken out on those unfortunate creeps.
His guilt wasn't about killing them, more about Jack knowing that he killed and he enjoyed it.
His hands itching to kill those mercs, to rip her father apart inch by inch. Peel his skin of in the slowest of moves and then shiv his insides while the fucker would still be asleep.
he'd have to hold back for a few days. Just a few. He had talked to Skylar for the past few days. The crazy bitch had explained everything about the plan. A good plan, a plan he liked. Fucking fantastic actually. Strategic, surprise, smooth.
Slowly inhaling the air Jack had breathed in only minutes ago, enjoying the scent she'd left behind.
Five days till they'd get Jack's old man. Some infinite time of looking for the formula, having Jack solve it, kill the old man, get the money. Split.
Easy in words.
Though… something would break. Something in that plan would go through his fingers. Someone's blood. Jack, Skylar or the old man.
He'd have to hang around Skylar more. Rather her than Jack.