Rating: R for profanity and violence
Disclaimer: The Pitch Black characters are not mine, so don't sue. My characters are mine so please don't steal them.
Story outline/authors note: 5 years after the PB issue Jack and Riddick meet up and fall into some trouble. First story on this site. Please give me feedback, but don't be too harsh.
Vendetta
Chapter 1
She sat quietly in the corner of the musty bar. Dressed in black leather pants and matching T. Her wavy brown hair dangling just below her shoulders. She was waiting.
Dead silence filled the empty bar. The look of the woman in the dark corner cleared most out. Only two grungy old men remained. So drunk they figured they'd get lucky if they stayed.
The bartender, sleeping on the tap, awoke when the front door opened. A man with brown slacks, black shirt and boots entered the dim bar. Dark shades blinding his expression. His muscles and shaven head made him look like a bouncer or a criminal, which wasn't hard to find in this part of town. A man and a woman in army getup followed him in. The woman with pulled back black hair, and the man with short dirty blonde hair.
They walked over to the bartender, sat on the stools and ordered some drinks. The bald one casually looked around. When he spotted Jack in the corner he didn't recognize her. The last time he saw her was five years ago. She was 21 now and had grown from a scrawny love sick puppy to a beautiful nicely muscular woman.
Although he didn't recognize her, he couldn't stop staring. She was gazing at him and he wasn't sure why. He figured maybe she was just another bar whore, who found him attractive.
"Here's your drinks." The bar tender broke his gaze.
"Hey barman!" He pulled him in close. His voice low and husky. "Who's that girl in the corner?"
"Her?" He looked over at Jack in the dark corner, then back at the bald man. "Don't know her name. But every night for a while she's been comin' in 'ere waitin' for someone. Always looking' at the door. Never seen her look at anyone much as you. Maybe your who she's lookin' for." He looked over at Jack again.
"Do you know anything else about her? She's not a merc or a cop or anything?"
"Don't think so. She doesn't look like one, but then again you never can tell these days. Sorry chum can't help ya much more. She never really talks." The bartender went to help another customer.
"Gunna see what she wants?" the woman beside him asked.
"Yah, I'll finish my drink first."
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
She watched him, never looking away. She knew it was him. He hadn't changed. Still hansom, big, strong and bald. He had that don't fuck around look to him. He cautiously walked over to her. She noticed a pair of black goggles hanging out of his pocket. His companions looked at each other then caught up to him as he reached her table.
Jack looked up at the man towering over her table. "Since when does the notorious Riddick need body guards?"
Her voice sounded familiar to him, but he still couldn't remember who she was. He looked back at the people behind him. He gave them a look and they left. She signalled for him to sit and he complied.
"How do you know who I am?" Normally he wouldn't care so much, but something about her was nagging at him.
"Come on Riddick, who doesn't know who you are?"
"OK. How do I know you." He folded his hands.
"Aww. You don't recognize me?" A sarcastic expression spread over her face.
"Obviously not, so why don't we just move ahead and you tell me who the fuck you are." He was growing impatient.
"You know," She was acting like she hadn't herd him, moving her finger along the edge of her glass. "You never came to look for me like you promised." She looked past his shades and into his eyes. He was thinking hard, but not yet understanding what she was telling him.
"You can relax. I'm not a merc, a cop, or a bounty hunter or anything like that. I'm not here to kill you." She leaned back in her chair. He eased up a little and tried to look relaxed, but he wasn't.
"But then again, I didn't keep my promise either. But I really didn't want to stay with your 'friend' and Imam is really boring. And who knows when you would get out, or off on probation. How is Imam anyway? Have you seen him lately?"
Now it sunk in. As soon as she finished her second last sentence he realized who this woman was. "Jack?" But he still wasn't sure. How could this beautiful woman in front of him be Jack. She only smiled at his confusion. "You cant be Jack. Are you?"
"Yup. I'm little old Jackie." Her smile faded away.
He reached his hand across the table to hold hers. In an instant a knife was in her hand and she looked ready to attack.
"Whoa!" He pulled his hands back. "I'm not going to hurt you." Riddick held up his hands. His companions came over as soon as they saw they knife. The woman had a gun out, pointing it at Jack.
"Listen Cabos, and who ever you are. I think Riddick can handle him self, so why don't you get that gun out of my face, huh?" Jack didn't move her knife.
"I don't know who you are, or how you know my name, but-" Cabos began.
"It's Jack, and don't worry about me. Cabos, you can lower your gun and you can both leave." He kept his eyes on Jack
She lowered her gun. "But-"
Riddick glared at Cabos and the dirty blonde Louincy and they went back to their stools.
"Wow Jack, you look…" A hundred words traced through his mind, but he wasn't sure which one to use.
"Different?" She offered.
"Yah…I can barley recognize you." He was sill stunned at her feminine new looks. She was beautiful. "Where have you been all this time?"
"Here and there." She was perfectly calm and began to make circles on the edge of the table with the point of her blade. "Then after about four years, I began tracking you down. Just wanted to see how you've been doin'. Yah know."
"Huh. Well, after I got free I started looking for you. But I couldn't find you, so-" Surprisingly he wasn't as calm as Jack.
"So you gave up." The knife stopped.
"No Jack. I didn't give up on you. I just continued living my life while looking for you at the same time."
"Hmm…So how have you been doin'?"
"Well, fine but, why didn't you just stay with Imam."
"Well thanx Riddick, I found out what I wanted to know." She stood up and shuffled out and away from the table. He stood up too. Damn he looked good. And she really wanted to give him a hug or something, but she had to stay calm and stick to her plan. "Well Riddick, see you again some time." She walked past him towards the door.
"Jack!" He called after her. She smiled to herself. Her plan was beginning to work. "Jack wait!" He caught her shoulder as she left the bar. "Where are you going?" He put his hands on her shoulders.
"I don't know. To get something to eat." She tried to shrug him off.
"Let me come with you. I haven't seen you in five years. We need to…catch up or something."
"With them?" Her voice sounded disgusted as she pointed to the bar where his companions where waiting.
"Alright. Later then. Where will you be later?"
"She was amused by his desperation. Riddick normally isn't one of those people who care. "I don't know. I go dancing most nights. Club 108 is good for pick pocketing. I'll be there till about one in the morning. Then probably at my motel until checkout." She shrugged.
"Which Motel?"
"The Bronton room Twenty-eight." She looked down at her feet then back at him.
"OK." He let out a big breath, then slid his hands down Jacks arms. She went a little pink in the face. He pulled he in for a hug and she went tingly all over. She wanted so much to hug him back. Tell him how much she missed him. She gently pushed him away.
"See you later Riddick" She turned and walked away, leaving him alone in the dark street.
Disclaimer: The Pitch Black characters are not mine, so don't sue. My characters are mine so please don't steal them.
Story outline/authors note: 5 years after the PB issue Jack and Riddick meet up and fall into some trouble. First story on this site. Please give me feedback, but don't be too harsh.
Vendetta
Chapter 1
She sat quietly in the corner of the musty bar. Dressed in black leather pants and matching T. Her wavy brown hair dangling just below her shoulders. She was waiting.
Dead silence filled the empty bar. The look of the woman in the dark corner cleared most out. Only two grungy old men remained. So drunk they figured they'd get lucky if they stayed.
The bartender, sleeping on the tap, awoke when the front door opened. A man with brown slacks, black shirt and boots entered the dim bar. Dark shades blinding his expression. His muscles and shaven head made him look like a bouncer or a criminal, which wasn't hard to find in this part of town. A man and a woman in army getup followed him in. The woman with pulled back black hair, and the man with short dirty blonde hair.
They walked over to the bartender, sat on the stools and ordered some drinks. The bald one casually looked around. When he spotted Jack in the corner he didn't recognize her. The last time he saw her was five years ago. She was 21 now and had grown from a scrawny love sick puppy to a beautiful nicely muscular woman.
Although he didn't recognize her, he couldn't stop staring. She was gazing at him and he wasn't sure why. He figured maybe she was just another bar whore, who found him attractive.
"Here's your drinks." The bar tender broke his gaze.
"Hey barman!" He pulled him in close. His voice low and husky. "Who's that girl in the corner?"
"Her?" He looked over at Jack in the dark corner, then back at the bald man. "Don't know her name. But every night for a while she's been comin' in 'ere waitin' for someone. Always looking' at the door. Never seen her look at anyone much as you. Maybe your who she's lookin' for." He looked over at Jack again.
"Do you know anything else about her? She's not a merc or a cop or anything?"
"Don't think so. She doesn't look like one, but then again you never can tell these days. Sorry chum can't help ya much more. She never really talks." The bartender went to help another customer.
"Gunna see what she wants?" the woman beside him asked.
"Yah, I'll finish my drink first."
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
She watched him, never looking away. She knew it was him. He hadn't changed. Still hansom, big, strong and bald. He had that don't fuck around look to him. He cautiously walked over to her. She noticed a pair of black goggles hanging out of his pocket. His companions looked at each other then caught up to him as he reached her table.
Jack looked up at the man towering over her table. "Since when does the notorious Riddick need body guards?"
Her voice sounded familiar to him, but he still couldn't remember who she was. He looked back at the people behind him. He gave them a look and they left. She signalled for him to sit and he complied.
"How do you know who I am?" Normally he wouldn't care so much, but something about her was nagging at him.
"Come on Riddick, who doesn't know who you are?"
"OK. How do I know you." He folded his hands.
"Aww. You don't recognize me?" A sarcastic expression spread over her face.
"Obviously not, so why don't we just move ahead and you tell me who the fuck you are." He was growing impatient.
"You know," She was acting like she hadn't herd him, moving her finger along the edge of her glass. "You never came to look for me like you promised." She looked past his shades and into his eyes. He was thinking hard, but not yet understanding what she was telling him.
"You can relax. I'm not a merc, a cop, or a bounty hunter or anything like that. I'm not here to kill you." She leaned back in her chair. He eased up a little and tried to look relaxed, but he wasn't.
"But then again, I didn't keep my promise either. But I really didn't want to stay with your 'friend' and Imam is really boring. And who knows when you would get out, or off on probation. How is Imam anyway? Have you seen him lately?"
Now it sunk in. As soon as she finished her second last sentence he realized who this woman was. "Jack?" But he still wasn't sure. How could this beautiful woman in front of him be Jack. She only smiled at his confusion. "You cant be Jack. Are you?"
"Yup. I'm little old Jackie." Her smile faded away.
He reached his hand across the table to hold hers. In an instant a knife was in her hand and she looked ready to attack.
"Whoa!" He pulled his hands back. "I'm not going to hurt you." Riddick held up his hands. His companions came over as soon as they saw they knife. The woman had a gun out, pointing it at Jack.
"Listen Cabos, and who ever you are. I think Riddick can handle him self, so why don't you get that gun out of my face, huh?" Jack didn't move her knife.
"I don't know who you are, or how you know my name, but-" Cabos began.
"It's Jack, and don't worry about me. Cabos, you can lower your gun and you can both leave." He kept his eyes on Jack
She lowered her gun. "But-"
Riddick glared at Cabos and the dirty blonde Louincy and they went back to their stools.
"Wow Jack, you look…" A hundred words traced through his mind, but he wasn't sure which one to use.
"Different?" She offered.
"Yah…I can barley recognize you." He was sill stunned at her feminine new looks. She was beautiful. "Where have you been all this time?"
"Here and there." She was perfectly calm and began to make circles on the edge of the table with the point of her blade. "Then after about four years, I began tracking you down. Just wanted to see how you've been doin'. Yah know."
"Huh. Well, after I got free I started looking for you. But I couldn't find you, so-" Surprisingly he wasn't as calm as Jack.
"So you gave up." The knife stopped.
"No Jack. I didn't give up on you. I just continued living my life while looking for you at the same time."
"Hmm…So how have you been doin'?"
"Well, fine but, why didn't you just stay with Imam."
"Well thanx Riddick, I found out what I wanted to know." She stood up and shuffled out and away from the table. He stood up too. Damn he looked good. And she really wanted to give him a hug or something, but she had to stay calm and stick to her plan. "Well Riddick, see you again some time." She walked past him towards the door.
"Jack!" He called after her. She smiled to herself. Her plan was beginning to work. "Jack wait!" He caught her shoulder as she left the bar. "Where are you going?" He put his hands on her shoulders.
"I don't know. To get something to eat." She tried to shrug him off.
"Let me come with you. I haven't seen you in five years. We need to…catch up or something."
"With them?" Her voice sounded disgusted as she pointed to the bar where his companions where waiting.
"Alright. Later then. Where will you be later?"
"She was amused by his desperation. Riddick normally isn't one of those people who care. "I don't know. I go dancing most nights. Club 108 is good for pick pocketing. I'll be there till about one in the morning. Then probably at my motel until checkout." She shrugged.
"Which Motel?"
"The Bronton room Twenty-eight." She looked down at her feet then back at him.
"OK." He let out a big breath, then slid his hands down Jacks arms. She went a little pink in the face. He pulled he in for a hug and she went tingly all over. She wanted so much to hug him back. Tell him how much she missed him. She gently pushed him away.
"See you later Riddick" She turned and walked away, leaving him alone in the dark street.