Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Pitch Black. Nor do I own the lyrics, which are owned by Jessicka Foddera, of JOJ. The song is "Rabiteen" by Jack Off Jill. Sorry for the swearing...I'm just trying to get the anger precise. Anyway, if you want me to edit it...just ask. (Promise I won't swear at you...tee hee.)

He said that he would stay forever.

Forever wasn't very long.

He said that he would take the high road.

He thought that I was always wrong.

He told me that when I became old enough that maybe we'd meet again. Some way, some how, he voice echoed in my head as I laid on my bed. The bastard, I thought staring at the ceiling. Hot tears streaming down my face, as a that lump in my throat began to manifest. He said that he'd stay for as long as I needed him. But that promise didn't seem to hold, he left a few weeks of making the promise. Laying there I remembered the scene a few days earlier. On the night of his egression, he left without much; without tears; without me...the bastard, I thought looking back at it. At the time I didn't know he was leaving until the night he left. I was going to his room to see what he was doing tonight. Leaning on the doorframe as I entered, I had found Imam and him having a conversation. Noticing that my presencestifledthe Istopped, fuck, I thought as I swallowed preparing for the worst. Their guilty faces turning to me in suprise.

"Well, well. Speak of the devil." Riddick snorted sarcastically.

"Yeah, yeah. Nice to see you too, Dick." I joked back trying to hide my apprehension with humor.

"Jack! please. No profanity." Imam injected. Seeing his anger made me smile on the inside.

"Sorry. But what thehell was I supposed to say?"

"Kid. Listen to Imam..." Riddick finally added with his scolding voice and stern face.

"Cheap shot..."

I muttered to myself, Riddick knew I'd always listen to him. Whether he was wrong or right I'd always listen and he knew it. Walking away from us he grabbed some clothes of his dresser and put them into a duffle bag. What? Concentrating on gathering his things he barely made I contact. He can't be...seriously...going? I began to think the worst. I looked to see if he was grabbing his star maps, of course he did. I knewthe verdict already:he was leaving, and this time he might not return in while or ever for that matter. I could feel tears creeping from behind my eyes. Imam and him remained silent the whole time. My vulnerable eyes, stared at the floor filled with disappointment and hurt. Finally, he met my eyes with the same stoic look on his face, and his eyes like mirrors. Like always he could see right through me, and he was prepared to put up a fight.

"Look kid. It's been good while it lasted. But now ain't the time." he kept calling me kid as always; I began to stare daggers at him. The bastard...

"So you're gonna stay with Imam, and I have to leave. So be good for him."

"Well...where the fuck to then?" I said trying to keep up my boyish facade.

"Sorry. For your sake, and his, as well mine...I can't tell you that information."

"Why the fuck not?!"

I could feel my heart sink. Nodding to Imam, he signaled for some time alone to talk with me. Coward, why can't you say it in front of Imam?!my mind yelled. Imam walked out shutting the door on the way out.

"HEY!!... KID!! Cut the shit already....This ain't about what you want, or what I want; this is about survival. In case you haven't learned shit from the HG crash, I'm going to paraphrase it for you. It's like this kid: survival is priority number one onmost people's list. So, I suggest you get with the fucking program."

"Oh yeah?! Why don't you get with the fucking program?! "

"You got a good future ahead of you. You got a lot going for you, and you're a smart kid. Plus, you'll slow me down. Point is you got a second chance at life. I suggest you use it wisely. Don't fuck it up like I did...I mean what more can you want?Shit, Jack...." he sighed continuing to pack his stuff.

"For you to stay...for you to stop calling me kid....for you to take me with you..." My eyes welled in tears but I tried hard to suppress them. Fucking stoic....bastard.

"Sorry, Jackie girl that ain't gonna work on my kind...." Saying sarcastically and showing no remorse. Lifting my head I managed to look in his eyes.

"Oh yeah?!...fuck your kind! Heartless bastard." he didn't react. Not that he felt in the first place.

"It's only fair, Jackie. I saved your life; so save mine."

I looked at him with all the hurt, hatred, and resentment I had. I guess I was wrong all along. Surprise, surprise....But deep inside somehow I knew; I knew he'd never stay forever.

Cause when he lied it meant he loved me.

And when he lied it meant he cared.

And when he lied it meant he loved me.

And when he lied it meant that he was there.

Shortly after my outburst I stormed out of his room and into mine. Laying on my bed, I buried my face in my pillow. Thoughts beginning to pick and ravage my mind. Is this what he meant when he said he'd stay? Is this what he meant when he said he cared? I couldn't believe I was stupid enough to rely on a convict's words. When he had saved me I had believed it, but I was naive then. I was thirteen and scared and lonely. Inside I began to scorn myself; hate myself; hate him; all that was him. Getting off my bed, now ripping all my things off the wall. Grabbing all of what he gave me. A shiv, goggles, star maps, etc...I wanted to burn them so bad, but I wouldn't; I couldn't. They were soon to be the only things I would have of him...the sadist, the con, the hero...the liar.

Hearing a knock on the door, I quickly dried my eyes. Although I didn't give a shit, I didn't want him to see me like this. He was the one who taught me it was shameful to cry, especially in front of others. You must never let them see your vulnerability...his voice rang in my head. Even if you have to hurt them first, you must never let them see your hurt...his voice echoing again. The knock grew louder, as I went sat up on my bed.

"Come in..." I said weakly.

"Look kid, I'm not exactly good at this kid of shit..."

"Wow. Riddick not good at something...who'd a thought." replying indifferently before he could finish.

"Look Jack, don't make this harder than it already is..." I scoffed and he just gave this look like: What's so funny? but without the humor in it.

"Hard? What's so hard about it? You're the one walking out. You've got the easy way out." he didn't react as usual, and once again I scoffed at it.

"Look. I'm leaving pretty soon. The last thing I want to do is leave on bad terms...so at least make and effort. It's only fair."

"Okay," I managed a fake smile. "Congradulations, on your second chance. Here's to you, and to your survival. Good luck." I said sarcastically with my plastic smile.

"Alright then, that's a good girl. See wasn't so hard was it?" he said carressing my cheek and messing my short hair.

"Now, before the shit hits the fan...I have to go." he said picking up his bag.

"Yeah, not so bad." I said apathetically, tears welling in my eyes. He began to walk out the door.

"Hey, don't forgot your shiv..." I said and he looked at me confused.

"Okay, where?"

"In my heart." The tears begin to stream down my face.

He said that he would go his own way.

Wrapped up my leg and down my spine.

He said that he would be the fairest,

dressed in blood and terpentine.

He closed the door on his way out and shut off the light. Leaving me cold and alone in the dark. Feeling him tug at the heartstrings as a manifestation of vermillion flowed from my gaping spine. When I cried myself to sleep I dreamt of different ways of decadence, and most of all revenge.

FIN