Chapter 16; Separation of hearts
Shane rolled the orange bouncing ball in his hand. He'd just gotten the sign. After weeks of only watching those assholes they'd finally get to do something. …To catch Riddick, alive. He smiled. Billy had failed, and Billy was dead. Riddick would pay for that. A small thought clashed with his present ones.
*I wonder if he killed all the surviving passengers of Hunter-G?*
The hotel room was dull and covered in the complete lack of a personality. Now they just had to get Riddick. He was about to call Ty from the bar when his cell went wild.
The one calling wasn't their boss. This one was someone bigger.
-"Shane Johns here."
A female voice replied, a cold office voice.
-"Mr. Johns, I'm Alicia Trent from the Olympus I.S.D.C. We have an offer you might be interested in."
Shane thought for a moment. Why would a intergalactic ship development company contact him?
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"-Where?"
"-Here."
"-How?"
Jack's eyes opened slowly, her headache bursting through her brain. A familiar
face close.
A sharp breath.
-"Relax child."
That comforting voice.
-"Imam?"
The image her eyes consumed became clear. Yes, it was Imam, just a few years older. Dear Imam.
Jack flung her arms around him, crying out of joy. At least there was one person she knew who wasn't totally fucked.
-"Oh, god, Imam...I'm sorry, I..."
Her violent sobs cringing in her body, choking her voice.
-"How did I get here? I can't remember."
His hand assured her gently by squeezing her bruised hand.
-"You knocked on my doors, child, late last night."
She now noticed that she wasn't wearing her clothes, but a simplistic rope.
-"Sorry, I can't remember."
He hugged her in comfort.
-"Rest now, we have a lot to catch up on."
The deepest of sighs trespassed her lips.
*More than you want to know holy man*
Jack leaned her eyes back on worry. Where could Riddick be?
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Bloody. Filthy and tired. How he'd gotten there he didn't know. He did remember clearly not killing either Macy or Skylar. Fight or flight. He'd chosen flight.
The rest remained an uncanny blur. The last clear memory was of him telling Jack to run off.
Riddick staggered on, hoping that Jack had been a smart girl and tried to find Imam.
*She knows that I'll go there, perhaps it'll be the last place she'll be*
Some anger resurfaced. Now the animal side of him slept happily, after having killed that freak. His more human counterpart insisted that it was an inhuman and unforgivable crime to kill her father.
*A man that molested her*
It was a puzzle to him, why did she even wish him to stay alive? She had asked him NOT to kill the fucker, yet, he'd done so.
More thoughts of irony trespassed him as he walked in search for Imam's apartment.
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The ship hummed gently as they floated in space. Riddick and Jack had been left behind on the planet, along with the Johns. The known feeling of guilt raced through her system. The plan had almost worked, just a small glitch. The big parts were all in place. Riddick on the run again, this time with two obsessive compulsive Johns on his ass. She and Macy had the cash and soon Jackleen would rest in peace. Just one thing had gone wrong. Jack had gone with Riddick. Or done as Riddick had commanded her.
Revenge. She rubbed her eyes in exhaustion. For years they'd been planning on revenge, ever since he'd taken Jackleenīs soul away. The girl wouldn't die, not until her murderer gets what he deserved. But meeting Jack again had changed everything, the girl actually had positive feelings towards the bastard.
*How brilliant we thought we were, when we though she could learn to hate him*
Her head leaning back. What had they gotten? Riddick wasn't the same fucker he used to be. Shouldn't that count for something? Should they stain Jackleen's memory that way? Was the favour to Doc worth all this shit? All about revenge. How ignorant.
Revenge
*I gotta get myself outta this mess. Macy's right, why do I stall killing the mother fucking bastard? Damn you Richard, is your soul spreading through me like a virus? Who ever fucking gave you the notion of redemption oughta be ripped apart.*
A heavy looks stained her face with concern. Indeed it would have been easier to X Richard out if he still was the ruthless brute she'd known. The same brute who'd fucked her family up.
Jackleen.
Shivers ran up her spine, the gun hanging in her hand as she cradled in the pilot seat. Now Jack hated her. Truly hated her. Before it had just been fear. They'd even made progress, the fear had faded and left her love to live. But now, now it was hate. The terrible thing was that now that Jack knew more than just half of the truth she could still hate her older sister. A sister who loved her very much....more than her own life, her own body.
A strong hand lay on her shoulder, incredibly gentle. Macy knelt before his dearest heart, feeling precisely the same pain as Skylar. They sunk together, wondering how to do this, how to cope with what they'd gotten them selves into.
-"We could call Mrs. Fry and drop the mission....forgive the bastard..."
Skylar's heart cracked. For the first time since her mother had smashed her sanity out of being Skylar felt almost sane. By god it hurt. So much. SO terribly much. Violent tears left her eyes.
-"There's no backing outta this Damien."
Her head cradled by his neck.
-"It's all too late, the Johns won't stop and we owe the Doc."
Macy's hands ran gently through the soft hair, a movement trying to soothe his wife, the thing that kept him alive, but too soon, would fade out of his existence.
A sudden flare of thought crossed his injured mind. Wandering away from the thought of his daughter to the daughter of another.
-"They crashed...didn't they?"
Skylar's eyes lit up with precisely the same knowledge.
-"It was always a speculation whether Riddick had killed them all."
Skylar sat up, ready to talk the plan through with her dearest psycho husband. Indeed, if Carolyn Fry had been anything like her mother she'd have treated Riddick as a human, probably made friends with the ass one way or the other. At first they thought that Riddick had probably killed her when she'd reached a certain mental closeness to him. But Riddick had survived, so had Jack and Imam.
Skylar begun to smile. Maybe all of this shit could be solved. They just
had to make Jennifer Fry feel real bad. Really, really bad.
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The night lay over New Mecca once again. Jack lay shaking in the sofa. Imam had offered her his bed but she'd denied. Sleep wouldn't visit her this forsaken night. Too much to think about and wonder about.
*Riddick killed my father, my father molested me and Skylar, …Skylar tried to set up Riddick and Riddick killed my father*
Circular thought spun around like thousand broken porcelain dolls. Her body shaking, freezing and cold sweating. Withdrawals.
Three blankets wrapped around her but it couldn't warm up her torn heart.
A sound in the dark attacked her senses, carefully she watched out not to move. Her eyes closed, pretended to sleep. A familiar scent close and soon a calm breath on her neck.
Fear stuffing her system up with potential sudden moves. A great amount of self control kept her away from jerking when he touched her ever so gently, like he did most of the time.
His hand on her cheek, his thumb moving softly caressing her skin. His deep voice almost came as a shock to the frighten girl. It'd been years since she'd actually been afraid of him.
-"I'm sorry darlin' I just couldn't let him hurt you anymore."
There was little regret in his voice, but defiantly warmth. Warm like his breath, like his skin and touch. Yet all of this made Jack feel cold and frozen.
*I used to be in love with him? Wasn't I*
She felt as if now there was nothing but the frozen desert of fear and abandonment.
His lips pressing against hers, she feared that she'd stiffen and he'd
sense it.
Her body didn't, it obeyed her completely and in all.
-"Good night."
She felt his presence fade away. He could be sitting on an opposite chair, he could have left, Jack didn't dare to open her eyes.
*How will I be able to look at him ever again? He killed my father*
As much as Jack wanted to cry over her confusion she found no tears to shed.
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The morning greeted her coldly. Pain slipped into her head as she tried to wake up to the world around her. Her eyes dry from the air, despite the slow working AC. Her eyes looked around, trying to detect some signs of Riddick's presence. None was to be found, only the low mumbling voices coming from the kitchen. Imam and Riddick.
Fuck, that was a good proof of his presence, that he was actually there.
Jack laid her head back on the couch, concentrating on the voices. Imam was upset, so much she could hear. Riddick, as usually, was unreadable.
-"The child's ill, she needs help that neither you nor me can give her Mr. Riddick."
*Are they talking about putting me in a home?*
The sudden sound of a chair being spun around or pushed away startled Jack's concentrated senses.
-"She's not going to a fucking asylum holy man, it'll only fucker her up permanently."
The girlie folded her hands and chuckled to herself.
*Thatīs your job Riddick, to fuck me permanently over*
-"She's in pain, a pain that I fear you have partially caused."
Silence, exhausting silence sparkled in the air, begging for some release through the violent tongues of men. But only a low, monotone reply came.
-"I know, but she's all I have."
Silence screaming through Jack's head.
*Excuse me, I'm someone's property now? Yeah, fuck you to Riddick*
Her body noting some uncomfort in her awkward position, yet she ignored it. How could she let a chance to know what the two most important men in her life thought of her?
-"If you care for her so much Mr. Riddick, then perhaps you should let her go."
She heard Riddick running his hand over his scalp. He did that so often when he needed to make tough decisions.
*Couple of years ago you couldn't wait to get rid of me, what am I now, a fucking extension of your body*
-"She's gonna need a lot of help, there are things I never even suspected about her. I've got a problem handling her Imam."
His last sentence empathized, Jack smiled, happy.
*So I was at least something to you, then how come you killed my dad? How come you want to kill Skylar and Macy? Am I next? Eh, Riddick?*
-"I am aware that she's got some rather unpleasant habits."2
-"It's more than that holy man."
*Oh, here it comes, the drama scene itself, sappy music please!*
-"I met her family a couple of weeks ago. Fucked up little bastards. Menskis. Skylar Menski and Damien Macy, heard of them? The Bonny and Clyde of this millennia."
A shocking silence came from Imam. A shock produced out of the fact that Jack had kept such a truth away from him? Or was it more important to know that her family was a sheep flock of psychos.
-"An' there's more. We got her old man outta jail. Turn's out that he was fucking his daughters when they were little....Jack didn't want me to ghost his ass."
Jack felt like laughing at Riddick's confession.
*You say you don't like God much, then why do you confess to a holy dude?*
-"Dear Allah! … Has the girl forgiven you?"
The shock in Imam's voice spoke of the faith he had in forgiveness and in the love he had for his god. An atheist like reply carried from Riddick's racially mixed lips.
-"Don't think she will."
*Don't think I will*
Riddick's voice then making a final comment.
-"She'll stay with you then."
Jack could just imagine Imam nodding his head in a reply.
Instinct and anger took over when she heard Riddick getting ready to leave.
*Just gonna dump the problem, are you?*
She stood up early enough to face Riddick just before he opened the doors. Her face frozen and cold, colder than it had ever been before. She only had a single thing to tell him.
-"Hurt them and I'm gone."
Her jaws clenched after that single line. The look on Riddick's face that of something unspeakably inhuman. He'd hunt them down.
-"Can't promise."
The doors closed, more than just a single door to Imam's apartment. Doors too Jack's heart sealed closed. No way she'd let Riddick back in.
He'd hurt them.
She knew that. He'd hurt them.
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Blood dripped slowly down Jack's lips. She'd been living with Imam for about a month now. The holy man had constantly been trying to break through her hard shell, with out success.
Riddick called twice, both times Jack had replied precisely the same way. A simple non-sexual fuck you told him to go to hell.
She hadn't touched drugs or booze, probably because she didn't go out much. Especially after that report on the dead drug dealer.
She'd just decided that she didn't need Riddick at all. She didn't need him to quit the drugs or to leave the black Sambucca alone. She did let Imam help her with those issues.
At times meditating did help, going to the gym and kicking ass helped. She almost lived there now. Still she slept on the couch, not letting Imam give his bed up.
But she wouldn't let him closer than he was, her heart had frozen in time and place when she'd seen Riddick, holding that shiv, cutting her father's throat.
Staring at herself, at the blood in the mirror. Another nosebleed. Too fucking common now on these days. If she stood up to fast, nose bleed, if she drank or ate too fast, nosebleed, heck, if she breathed, nose bleed.
Constant state of nausea and headaches. Imam was worried about her condition. She just made him believe that it was withdrawals. Withdrawals that made her lock herself in the bathroom whenever she felt the need for drugs wash over her body.
The amount of self-control it took was unbelievable. It did help though that the bathroom didn't have an AC, and Imam didn't even have painkillers.
Blood dripping onto the white tiles, blood flowers blooming beneath her feet. Splatters, decorating her surroundings.
*He killed my dad because my dad molested me. It's Riddick*
For a moment she wished that she'd gone with him, even if it hadn't been left up to her. Nope, her life had been decided by Riddick and Imam. Despite her eighteen years of age they'd taken control.
*I'm not fourteen, I don't look or act fourteen anymore. I'm not the bloody idiot I used to be. Fuck, all this mess because I wanted to see find Skylar and the stupid little me thought that maybe Riddick would know where she'd gone*
With the back of her hand she wiped the fresh crimson liquid of her face. Splashing cold water onto her sweaty face.
The girlie just hoped that Skylar and Riddick wouldn't run into each other.
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-"Any news on Riddick?"
Macy's voice almost tired from the constant travelling.
-"He's still roaming around, one step a head of us."
Since that breakout about a month and a half ago Macy had used the Johns not just to trying to catch Riddick but for them to stay out of the bastards way.
They needed him far away enough for them to get Jack. Macy's thoughts spun around a girl who was on the borderline of being like a daughter to him.
*I don't know if she'll want to come with us*
He smiled wickedly, the touch of revenge flowing through his veins. He knew that Skylar didn't want Jack hurt, but a part of her did want to revenge Jackleen. At first, they'd gone to the doc, gonna try to leave this whole mess, but the sight of their daughter hooked up to all those machines had quickly changed their mind.
The doc did have some good tactics when it came to turning the minds of people.
Skylar slept in bed, after having spent last night on duty. This ship really did need maintenance, this wonderful ship that kept them upgraded on every single news link regarding Riddick or anything that might have the slightest thing to do with them or Jack.
A wonderful AI system. He did wonder for what purpose it'd been created. Most probably for mercs, unfinished, unrefined, but well beyond good. The ship actually detected space/time lapses, avoiding the nasty ones, fucking the good ones so it'd send the passengers into next two weeks a head of schedule.
He smiled once and again. They'd get Jack soon. Only a day's distance from
New Mecca.
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Ty lay in bed, he'd just went out, for a little fun, gone to the bar, found a little pixie and fucked her brains out. God, he loved the way they screamed.
Shane was mixing his paths with some company again. The dude was almost always scheming. Just like Billy. Stupid Billy who'd gone and tried to catch Riddick all on his own. Well, now the rest of the Johns would finish the job. Really finish the job. The money they'd get for the bastard would be maximum and the price that ship development something company had put on that new model of theirs, let's just say that they wouldn't have to lift a little finger ever again .
A small bouncing ball jumped of the wall, an orange one. Shane playing with that stupid ball again. He'd taken it from some kid he'd killed couple of weeks ago.
Ty wondered at times about his brother. He knew very well that Shane was the smarter one, the brooding one. The boy didn't know how to have fun. A little booze there, a little heroine here and a creaming girl under him. They'd done it once. Once he'd dragged hid brother with him out to have fun, along with other fellow mercs.
Man, he hadn't had a clue that Shane could be this vicious. After too many drinks and too much dope Shane had become something that the word monster wouldn't begin to describe.
They'd found a girl, Shane had gotten that gleam in his eyes. Something he'd never seen before, not even in Billy. A very pretty girl, sixteen or seventeen, innocent, big brown eyes, combat boots and a pretty dress reaching down to her knees.
When they'd finished with her she'd had her dress to her hips while she bleed between the feet.
He still remembered her eyes. Ty rarely remembered anything about the girls he toyed with. But there was something very different about that one.
That look in her eyes, so odd.
Almost as if the girl knew something, as of she were superior to them in some odd manner. That hadn't lasted for long though.
They'd stolen it, torn it out of her innocent soul and butchered it.
That was the sort of fun he liked.
Ty kept on watching the orange bouncing ball, wondering how in hell they were gonna catch Riddick?
The boss should have a clue, or that boyfriend of hers.
Well, soon enough they'd find out. They were gonna meet the maniacs in person.
Ty couldn't wait to see what sort of psycho's would actually go after Riddick,
excluding him and Shane.
Chapter 17; Time turns at last
Author's notes: I'm lying sick at home, don't expect anything sensible.... but well, when do I write anything sensible?
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Riddick's mind raced over the controls. Damn these things, these low class skiffs. A bloody shame that it'd been the only one "available" to him.
He knew where to find Skylar. A planet they'd visited in the beginning, called Double Helix. What a name. He still fought those urges. He just had to know, just had to get to the fucking bitch.
Just these urges in the way. Urges that told him to leave this all, go to new Mecca and be close to her.
Something within him wouldn't let him, whether it was the animal in him or not he didn't know. Perhaps it'd been that look on he face, in her eyes when he'd left. A look that made her look like Skylar.
Maybe that's why he couldn't go back, not yet.
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Her feet making that familiar "cling cling to the metal floor"- sound. God, it felt good to be back.
Imam had tried to talk her out of all this, but in the end she'd packed and left, asking Imam not to tell Riddick that she'd left, or at least, that she's left with a stranger that was incredibly thin, blonde, female and insane.
But it felt better to be back. In some ways there was more peace around the ship, specially the cooler room. Being with Skylar again, despite the memory of her trying to kill Riddick.
The world was just too fucked up to wonder, plus, she'd explained. That was something Riddick hadn't really done properly.
What her older sister still clung to her mind, the long story of revenge unravelled.
As it turns out, Skylar had been pregnant when she'd been sent to the Slam. She and Macy had been allowed to meet for about a half an hour or so before they were supposedly permanently separated.
So, she'd been knocked by her boyfriend, not uncommon. She'd met Riddick, made friends, been a psycho, sent a lot of emails through the comm system.
Of course, like a true survivalist, she'd used Riddick in order to escape. Clever big sister.
Riddick being Riddick, still without a soul, was just a little bit more than pissed off. So he decided to try to get the couple.
He'd blown up the apartment, the apartment with Skylar's one year old daughter, Jackleen Macy Menski.
Then Riddick had nearly killed Skylar.
A rather heart breaking and a screwed up story line. One of the reasons why she'd gone with her big sister.
She wanted to see Jackleen, that little creature that was nothing but the body. She wanted to see that little girl with her own eyes and find out whether she could kill the feelings she had for Riddick.
She did love him. Fuck that, she really did and she was starting to really hate it. Even worse, she missed him.
She knew that she called his name out after her nightmares, thought she saw his reflection when the light fooled her in the mirror.
Riddick.
Richard B Riddick.
How wonderfully fucked up.
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The place dark and uninviting. Shane sat depressingly going over possible plans. Ty just relaxed and had a double vodka. Best to freshen up a little before meeting the boss.
Watching the doors once in a while. Only real scum walking in and out of the doors. Riddick was supposed to be on the planet. Why would they take such a risk?
Ty shook the intellectual thoughts of his shoulders and decided he should leave them to his brother, the brain.
A breeze of a breath crossed Ty, his attention drawn to the other side of the table.
Three of them sat there. Two stunning women, similar enough to be sister, and a man with ebony black skin. Odd enough for a space traveller.
Something so familiar about the younger girl. Her eyes froze as Ty looked directly into her warm brown odd eyes. So damn familiar.
-"Ty and Shane Johns?"
Shane nodded his head. The older woman pulled something out of a bag. It turned out to be cash, a lot of it.
-"Your payment. Updates."
The man didn't speak, the one they always talked to. The woman was more to Ty's liking, direct, no shit, straight to the point.
-"We know Riddick's here, we can't really figure out why or where, but we know he's here."
The woman stared fiercely through Shane. A look that almost brought the subject of fear up in Ty.
-"Any idiot watching the underworld would know that. How close are you to getting him?"
Ty watched the girl respond to the woman's words, almost as if it were a shock up on a shock.
-"Close enough, he seems to be royally pissed off. I'd say he's back into his old ways after that nice break. But he seems to be more...volatile."
The girl grabbed the line that lay in the air.
-"He's not."
Ty gave the girl an odd look.
-"He's not back to his old self."
Shane leaned over, closing to the girl and sending the other two into a status of alert.
-"And you'd know the first thing about that, little girl."
Her eyes shone, with something that could be called superiority. A loud bell started to ring in Ty's head.
-"Yes."
Shane leaned back and laughed, waved his hand casually and replied in the same way as his hands.
-"Sure, sure."
He turned towards business, the other two who seemed to be baby-sitting the girl.
-"I have an idea that might work...."
The plan passed Ty completely. A sinking feeling had dug its way through his belly. He remembered that girl and from the looks of her shaking face, so did she. He could only stare at her. She looked broken.
The girl they'd raped little over a year ago.
A knot crept up Ty's throat. Something told him that all of this would end like a gigantic mess.
The orange bouncing ball tickled his fingers.
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Jack's world collapsed when they arrived at the ship. Violently she cried. Without shame she looked for comfort in her sister's arms. Even if it had been her who hired the assholes.
Startled Skylar put her arms around the pixie girl.
-"Yo, what's up girlie?"
Skylar's black eyes so far away from serious. Little sister had been unusually emotional lately, crying, laughing or screaming, nothing in between.
- "The mercs...FUCK!"
Angrily Jack stomped her feet down, trying to squeeze the words out of her tight throat.
-"FUCK, those are the mercs that raped me!"
Skylar's face twisted in thought, her eyes narrowed as she looked over to the out side world as if she could see everything, particularly the Johns.
-"Sure Pixie Girl?"
Jack's voice trembled with anger as the reply spat into cold air.
-"Of course I'm fucking sure! Those...damn it...FUCK!"
Her voice reflecting the way her heart trembled from confusion. Skylar lay her arms around her sister once again, wishing she could take some of the pain. Wishing that she could get the Johns and rip their guts out, skin them alive perhaps? Cold logic caught Skylar's mind.
-"Don't worry lil sis, I'll deal with them when all of this is over."
A nearly fully-grown woman ceased her sobbing, wiped her bloody nose.
-"Ah, fuck this!"
Skylar's nose twisted a little as a comment of the past slipped by her lips.
-"Mom used to have nosebleeds all the time when she was pregnant with you, guess it's coming back at yah."
Jack looked up at her sister, absently holding her hand before her nose.
-"Oh, yeah, thanks mom, one of your daughter's a psycho, the other's got a bloody nose.. I'm gonna go stop this shit."
Skylar watched her little sister leave for the bathroom. Her mind swirled and wondered.
What in hell had made Jack change her mind so drastically? How in hell had the pixie changed over nearly two months? She didn't want to kill Riddick, but she still was around her big maniac sister and her homicidal husband. Something was seriously screwed up in Jack's head, other than just her mind.
Skylar turned around, going to help Macy with some of their supplies. A
very surprise event greeted her. Something that put her dead black blood
on fire.
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*Damn my mother fucking nose...*
Jack stuffed some toilet paper up then started to clean up her bloodied shirt. Ten seconds later she threw it away, only wearing a top.
*Not like I'm gonna get fucked, only Skylar and Macy aboard*
The reflection in the mirror a Jack that she really hadn't seen before. Sure, she had paper stuffed up her nose, but this Jack in the mirror. She looked so different. Older.
*Fuck, I hope I'll look like this when I'm thirty*
Her stomach grumbled loudly, demanding food.
*Geese, must have forgotten to eat lunch*
It grumbled loudly once again. Then this funny feeling settled down in her heart. As if something were wrong.
Jack took a knife into her hand, one of those Swiss army knifes that Skylar had given her. This one was a late birthday present.
Carefully Jack walked forwards, letting her feelings lead her. Away from the kitchen, by passing the rooms. To the cooler room.
She looked around, careful not to make a sound. Her eyes looked sharply over the surface, the lower level, the upper level. Along the quiet engines.
Nothing, something was there. She knew it. But what ever it was she wasn't about to waste time on it. A stronger feeling caught her, a feeling caught by a loud scream. More like a roar. Screaming out a name.
-"MACY!!"
Jack ran, the scream had been from the ship's entrance. Skylar's voice had seared through Jack's head.
Maybe Riddick. Hopefully not Riddick. She didn't want to see him like that again. Like a killer, like an animal but not a human.
A furious sight greeted her.
The Johns.
Blood seeping down Macy's head, he was semi conscious. His hand bled as well. The mercs who'd raped her. Looked like the blue eyed devil Johns.
-"We need the ship."
The leaner one growled. Shane wasn't it? Yes, Shane.
Skylar looked down at the ground, wandering thoughts splitting her head. Jack knew that they'd been hired cause they were...the best...the craziest.
Bitterness smiled at her big sister's face as she looked up, smiling.
A single gun in Skylar's hand aimed at the mercs. Skylar didn't look all too happy about her employed betraying her.
-"Let him go and you'll die quickly."
Skylar's voice grave and dark. It amused Shane, Ty seemed to be a little more insecure. His eyes glancing over to his brother, to Jack. To her brown eyes.
-"No, you put down your gun and give us the ship."
Her arm still aiming as if it were second nature to her, which it was.
-"I suppose someone wants the ship back, care to tell me whom you're blood milking this time?"
Shane's lips stretched as he still had the gun to Macy's much so calm face.
-"Who the fuck do you think?"
Skylar almost laughed.
-"Oh, so ship development wants their engineer back!"
Her expression switched straight back onto that of out chilled cruelty
-"I killed him."
Shane tightened his grip around Macy's throat, it was almost as if he were trying to push the gun through his skull.
-"Any last words nigger?"
Calmly Macy looked at Skylar, both of them ignoring Shane's words.
-"The fuckers gonna ghost us all..."
The gun to Macy's head.
*Just cuz I can't fucking run*
-"I meant real last words, cuz I just might ghost you."
A vicious tone.
-"Yo, little chimney."
Catching the brown eyes on a mental level. Something else hid there. The shadows reaching out for her, almost grabbing her by the shoulder.
-"If Mr. Johns fucks me over, take care of our Skye."
Jack exposed herself to the burning sunlight, feeling insecure in the shades.
Macy completely calm, Skylar's gun raised, she actually shone of fear. Jack couldn't remember a single moment in her life where Skylar had been anything but at least a little confident.
Looking directly into Macy's drowningly warm eyes.
-"I love you."
Skylar's shaking lips replied as a shot ran off.
-"I love you."
The echo of the gun silenced the moment. Who would have thought?
No one.
Macy hit the floor, blissful face, the Shane clotted his chest as he died.
Pain stained Skylar's face, disbelief visited Ty's for a short moment, until he decided to pull out a gun of his own.
Skylar reached out for Jack, screaming.
-"WATCH OUT!"
Skylar and Jack tumbled over the iron floor, out of the ship. Skylar pushed a few words into Jack's consciousness.
-"Run away, I'll find you."
The second time someone had told her to run. Both times away from the ship. Ty looked as if fury itself had taken residence within him.
Jack made no attempt to move.
-"I'm helping you."
A demonic evil crossed Skylar's face.
-"Damn you!"
Skylar just barely grabbed her little sister and threw her through the
only doors available.
The air locker.
Skylar hit one of the buttons in a rush, leaving Jack within the Space dock facility, behind pressurized steel doors.
Her hands beat on the steel, he knife forming the sparks which reflected her hereditary rage.
The last thing she saw of her sister was when she ran into the ship, the
merc following her.
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*Stupid assholes, backstabbing pigs, pests, shit on my boots!*
Another gunshot ran off, screaming at Skylar.
*Does the ass really think he can KILL me? C'mon, Riddick hasn't been able to ghost my ass yet, what makes this asshole think that he can do it?*
The cooler room. Skylar's lips spread as the merc finally found her.
-"You goddamned bitch!"
Skylar shrugged carelessly, just stared at him, seemingly unarmed.
-"Whaddaya know about ships Ty?"
Ty dearest was getting ready to blow Skylar's head off.
-"There's this new technology, where you use a liquid to cool the engines and the ship, saves a lot of fuel and space."
Disdain in the mercs face.
-"Just shut the fuck up."
Skylar still went on like an unstoppable talking doll.
-"When you change the fuel, you need to drain the cooler liquid or else the fuel's gonna be to thick, the engines are cold you see, having the cooler liquid in would make them even colder."
Skylar jumped over the bridge, a shot ran of, one of many Ty had used on empty air. The woman barely got a hold of the stair in her fall.
Waved to Ty when he checked if she'd kissed the floor. Yeah, the floor. No liquid.
-"But Ty, darling, do you know what happens if you start the engines without the cooler liquid?"
Skylar's feet made a loud bang sound when they hit the floor on the lowest level of the cooler room.
She smiled straight at the furious Ty.
-"It blows."
Skylar ran ahead, through the bottom level doors. She hadn't really expected them to be there, but hey, if she could slip suicide, then why the hell not? She'd at least say good-bye to Jackleen and Jack.
The doors closed, leaving Ty searching for her while he climbed down. Lucky break that the doors were under the balconies.
The smile left Skylar's face, leaving nothing behind.
-Jackass, activate engines.
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Tears washed Jack's face as she witnessed the explosion. It was hard to choke on the tears that started to drive her mentality out of control.
Now she was all alone. The world had left her.
She still had Imam though.
Imam.
Her face deformed with pain.
Imam.