Author: OpheliaxEternal PM
Jack Riddick and Imam after they escape. Just how I envisioned things going and how Jack's Feelings come to the surface and manifest. A deeper look into Riddick's character and some Jack and Riddick fluff. Rated R for cursing and some light lime going on.Rated: Fiction M - English - Chapters: 8 - Words: 24,971 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 05-23-08 - Published: 09-14-04 - id: 2056695
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Ok this is my first Pitch Black story and hopefully it does alright. Eventually theirs is going to be a scene where I have Riddick do a flashback of the planet when Carolyn gets carried off by the alien thing. If you watch this scene in slow motion on the DVD you can see that Carolyn didn't lose grip slip away. She let go of Riddick's hand- I didn't get it at first because when you go fast you don't see it but in slow motion you see it: She was letting go of his hands. She let go of his hands so that she could die for him. That was why he yelled out not for me- Not because it was ironic because she had said it earlier but because she knew she was going to die and willingly gave up her life for his. I know it sounds like I'm way off but trust me rent the DVD or Tape and watch it in slow motion and ya'll see.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Vin Diesel and I shall meet- I swear it. Oh the ness...
Title: Running Again
This takes place one month after the planet incident and Riddick and Imam and Jack are all still together.
"Speaking" 'Thinking' next scene
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Running again. God even she had to laugh at it. Running was what had gotten her into this mess, running was why her head was bald and her ears were cold in this god damn frigid weather. I ran again ya know? I ran from everything but mostly my emotions. Imam is great so was Riddick, but I still couldn't stay with them. Maybe I needed to test him one last time maybe I needed to make sure I wasn't the same person who was on that planet. Either way I needed to go. We had planed to take the emergency ship we found and go to the shipping lanes. A highway in space if you will, stick out our thumbs, and get picked up. No such luck. Instead we had to dock in some small hick pickup joint on a dusty old planet.
Imam was deep in prayer doing so five times a day and than adding an extra pray to atone for the lost lives of his boys and everyone else. Riddick was going out trying to make some money so we could get a different ship or at least get fuel for this one, and he was trying to clear his record and get a few rumors started. Not many people who had ever seen Riddick before had lived to tell what he looked like. So slowly Riddick began cleaning the files on himself. He couldn't erase himself ENTIRELY but after calling in a few favors he managed to do some pretty good stuff. He managed to make sure there weren't any pictures in the main frame. The data base the slam kept on all its prisoners. All they knew of Riddick was he was Caucasian and male and had a shine job. That opened up the field of people considerably and helped take heat off of Riddick. Shine jobs had lessened in their rareness.
Eventually Riddick accomplished a couple of things. He got his picture out of circulation, changed the known description of him to a mean mother fucker with long hair and a beer gut (something he definitely DEFINITELY DID NOT HAVE!) and most importantly got people to believe he had died on that shit place of a planet. I wondered why he was worried about people knowing what he looked like when he was dead. When I asked him about it he said that anyone who could make that much money just by killing him wouldn't care if it was the wrong person or not. They shoot now and ask questions later. He kind of ground the last part out so I took the opportunity to lay off.
That was only a little bit ago. It had been a month and eventually Riddick did get a ship from some shady connection he still had going on from the slam and eventually we did get back to civilization. No matter where we went Riddick knew someone, it didn't matter how far it just seemed that the whole universe had heard of Richard B. Riddick. I couldn't imagine what he had possibly done besides murder to be so well known. Who had he killed anyway?
We ended up at a miner's colony in New California. After it had collapsed because of some ancient earth quake back in the 23 centaury people had been charting miners to work their- if for nothing else than to dig up antiques and obsolete items that weren't acquirable anywhere else. Miners made good money- New Tax laws demanded high labor wages and they got insurance in case of accidents, underground cities were dangerous places and you either gave your miner benefits or wound up being held responsible when he was injured and paid for treatment out of your own pocket. Miners who had muscle and a shine job where worth ten times as much so Riddick had no trouble finding work. Whenever he found something of value he would give it too his contractor with the simple request that the person who found it be kept out of the lime light.
We were happy... Riddick I didn't see much because he punched in as many hours as he could. He didn't know how to deal with people in his life- rejoining the human race was weird for him. Imam was already giving me so much. He made sure I ate properly and despite my pleas to be "just like Riddick" he took me out into the city on the first day and found a school for me. I was 16 and I had missed a few classes so I had to repeat a grade but it wasn't that bad once I got into a routine. Imam gave me everything I ever wanted- and the only thing he didn't give me was a reason to run away. You might be asking why I did than... but I couldn't explain it too you.
I just couldn't stay. One day I started thinking about everything. After the planet thing happened the last thing I wanted to do was to think about it. I pushed it out of my mind and focused on the here and now. To happy to think about anything else- considering how close I came to not having a here and now. It still struck though, that piece of crap in my head that made me over analyze things. It came on over something really really stupid. Imam asked me to take out the trash! That's what started the whole mess. I took out the trash and I thought: at least I'm helping out a bit. Imam had a job in a local church teaching the ways of Allah, Riddick did the mining thing, and all I was... well I was Jack. I went to school I got my education- whatever the hell that was suppose to mean- I was just Jack. Jackie girl with the peach fuzz on her head and the colored man who couldn't possibly be her father and the very toned guy who once when walking to school with her got a cat call from the local slut who'd been on her back more times than a losing gladiator. Some days coming home from school to Imam's chanting and seeing Riddick's tool chest on the table it just all seemed like a bad episode of Three's Company- in the end I wasn't really helping I was just sponging off of them.
I wanted to talk to Imam about my problems but he was having a really busy week the week I started thinking about all this. He had a three day retreat and a church sleep over and classes at night and in the afternoon. That left Riddick- RIDDICK. I might as well go turn off the lights and speak to a wall. Imam always said that if you did have a problem to look to yourself for guidance. I did that and all I felt was the impulse to run. I wasn't sure if it was fear or intuition. I knew it was fear... but I wanted it to be the answer so bad that I grabbed it with both hands anyway.
That night I wrote Imam a good bye letter and left my goggles that I had taken off the planet on Riddick's bed as a way of saying good bye to them both and leaving. Some small part of my hoped that one of them would catch me going but Riddick didn't get home until Dawn and Imam was on a retreat. The only way to get me once I left was for them to come after me- and I didn't intend on that happening. I told Imam in the letter that I was confused and I needed to let my heart guide me, I cringed when I thought about Riddick reading it since it was chucked full of shit- but I hoped that by adding a spiritual aspect too it Imam would understand and leave me be.
So that's how I got here. Running, it was how I ended up on the Hunter Grazer and it was how I ended up in this shit alley in a cold climate wishing I had something heavy and warm to wear. I was sleeping outside tonight and I cursed myself for not choosing somewhere warm to run away too. Who runs away to a snow filled waste land? WHO? I could have kicked myself but my legs were numb. This place was the lowest: murders, thieves, bottom feeders, true blue scum of the earth. I was lucky I hadn't gotten my throat slit or raped yet. Some eerie guy kept looking at me. I didn't care I had a shiv and no tits. Who was going to try to rape me? Why even go through it? I was bald and flat chested- although my breasts had definitely grown since the planet thing. Chest wraps ensured that no one knew I was a 32 B. I mean c'mon no one was going to go for that type of thing unless they were gay.
She kept her eye on the man the whole time and looked away quicker than he could catch her. Eventually she found a window of time. He went thirty minutes without staring at her and she got up and snuck away. She ended up just going down a small alley way and backing up into darkness. She engulfed herself in it feeling totally at ease. She was safer when she was out of the light.
That was when it happened a giant paw of a hand coming over her to capture her mouth.