Riddfick, Hurt - Chapter 2/?
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Title: Hurt
Chapter: The Demon You Know, 2/?
Word Count: 883
Genre: Drama/Angst
Rating: M for adult themes. Not so much in this chapter, though.
Summary: Jack meets her kidnapper.
Jack noticed two things when she woke up. One, she was naked in a strange bed - but that was nothing out of the ordinary; and two, she was clean. That was new. She slowly opened one eye and looked around the dimly lit room.
It was one she’d never seen before, and her heart started to beat a little faster. Keep cool, stay calm, and don’t panic. She repeated the mantra in her head as she cautiously slid out of the bed and wrapped a sheet around her.
The metal floor was cool under her bare feet, and sent icy shivers up her spine. So I’m on a ship…that can’t be good. She made a slow circuit of the room and made her way over to the exit hatch. It was locked, just as she expected.
Her legs started to shake, whether from fear or hunger she wasn’t sure. Most likely a combination of the two. Bracing a hand on the wall for support, and tried to figure out just how she’d gotten here, and how she could get out.
She paced the room as she wrung her hands, cursing her drug-clouded memory of the night before. She was almost sure there was a man who’d came and looked at her, but she wasn’t quite sure.
Red. All she could remember was red.
Beads of cold sweat broke out over her skin, and she went into full-panic mode as she heard the heavy stomping of boots coming her way.
She looked around the Spartan room for a place to hide, or something she could use to defend herself, only to come up empty on both accounts. Then inspiration struck her. The lights, she thought. Riddick had once taught her to use darkness as a weapon. And as much as she hated having to rely on the bastard’s advice now, it didn’t seem like she had much of a choice.
She quickly scurried over the switch on the other side of the room, and plunged it into darkness. Jack closed her eyes to better adjust to the absence of light in the room, and pressed her back against the cold, unyielding metal wall, doing her best to blend in, and become one with her surroundings.
Her breath caught in her throat as she heard the footsteps stop in front of her door. Her rapid heartbeat was deafening in her ears. An eternity seemed to stretch on before she heard the beeping of the code being entered.
The gentle “whoosh” of the door sliding open almost made her jump. She dared not move, but her eyes flashed open and traveled to her left to look at the imposing silhouette framed in the doorway.
Her captor paused before moving in, as if he could see in the darkness. One booted foot moved in front of the other, so he was standing even with her. All he had to do was look to his right and he’d see her. Her lungs were on fire from holding her breath for so long, but she couldn’t let it out. She couldn’t let him know where she was.
This man terrified her in ways she couldn’t explain. There was something ominous about him. Something primitive and wildly dangerous. She could tell from the way he inhaled the recycled air, sniffing her out, the stillness of his body; the control he had over the smallest of his movements.
The giant took one more step forward, and she took her chance. Bolting from her spot on the wall, she almost made it out the door before a powerfully muscled arm grabbed her waist, and pulled her against him.
“No!”
She screamed and struggled to no avail. Her nails dug into every bit of flesh she could reach, and her heels made contact with his shins and knees more than once; but his grip on her never slackened. On the contrary, the more she fought against him, the tighter his hold became. His arms like two constrictors locking her against his body.
Jack swore and whimpered as she fought for her freedom, but her struggles didn’t last very long. She was still weak, and disoriented, and soon her body went slack in his arms. Silent tears streamed down her face as she resolved herself to her fate.
“Shhh shhhh,” he whispered in her ear as her body convulsed against him. His low voice rumbled deep in his chest as he spoke, “Easy there Jack. I got you.”
She stiffened in his arms when he said her name. He’d called her “Jack”, not “Lola” as Meng Fan had named her. Suddenly, all her senses were on alert as she thought of the two men who’d called her that. One was an aging holy man, and the other…
Jack had no choice but to go with him as he walked over to the light switch and turned them on dim. And the bottom fell out of her stomach as she looked into the face of her old friend, her personal Judas.
“Riddick?” his named tumbled from her trembling lips as he smiled down at her.
“What’s the matter Jack? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you weren’t happy to see me.”
She stared in disbelief at his quirking mouth, before everything went black.
Title: Hurt
Chapter: The Demon You Know, 2/?
Word Count: 883
Genre: Drama/Angst
Rating: M for adult themes. Not so much in this chapter, though.
Summary: Jack meets her kidnapper.
Jack noticed two things when she woke up. One, she was naked in a strange bed - but that was nothing out of the ordinary; and two, she was clean. That was new. She slowly opened one eye and looked around the dimly lit room.
It was one she’d never seen before, and her heart started to beat a little faster. Keep cool, stay calm, and don’t panic. She repeated the mantra in her head as she cautiously slid out of the bed and wrapped a sheet around her.
The metal floor was cool under her bare feet, and sent icy shivers up her spine. So I’m on a ship…that can’t be good. She made a slow circuit of the room and made her way over to the exit hatch. It was locked, just as she expected.
Her legs started to shake, whether from fear or hunger she wasn’t sure. Most likely a combination of the two. Bracing a hand on the wall for support, and tried to figure out just how she’d gotten here, and how she could get out.
She paced the room as she wrung her hands, cursing her drug-clouded memory of the night before. She was almost sure there was a man who’d came and looked at her, but she wasn’t quite sure.
Red. All she could remember was red.
Beads of cold sweat broke out over her skin, and she went into full-panic mode as she heard the heavy stomping of boots coming her way.
She looked around the Spartan room for a place to hide, or something she could use to defend herself, only to come up empty on both accounts. Then inspiration struck her. The lights, she thought. Riddick had once taught her to use darkness as a weapon. And as much as she hated having to rely on the bastard’s advice now, it didn’t seem like she had much of a choice.
She quickly scurried over the switch on the other side of the room, and plunged it into darkness. Jack closed her eyes to better adjust to the absence of light in the room, and pressed her back against the cold, unyielding metal wall, doing her best to blend in, and become one with her surroundings.
Her breath caught in her throat as she heard the footsteps stop in front of her door. Her rapid heartbeat was deafening in her ears. An eternity seemed to stretch on before she heard the beeping of the code being entered.
The gentle “whoosh” of the door sliding open almost made her jump. She dared not move, but her eyes flashed open and traveled to her left to look at the imposing silhouette framed in the doorway.
Her captor paused before moving in, as if he could see in the darkness. One booted foot moved in front of the other, so he was standing even with her. All he had to do was look to his right and he’d see her. Her lungs were on fire from holding her breath for so long, but she couldn’t let it out. She couldn’t let him know where she was.
This man terrified her in ways she couldn’t explain. There was something ominous about him. Something primitive and wildly dangerous. She could tell from the way he inhaled the recycled air, sniffing her out, the stillness of his body; the control he had over the smallest of his movements.
The giant took one more step forward, and she took her chance. Bolting from her spot on the wall, she almost made it out the door before a powerfully muscled arm grabbed her waist, and pulled her against him.
“No!”
She screamed and struggled to no avail. Her nails dug into every bit of flesh she could reach, and her heels made contact with his shins and knees more than once; but his grip on her never slackened. On the contrary, the more she fought against him, the tighter his hold became. His arms like two constrictors locking her against his body.
Jack swore and whimpered as she fought for her freedom, but her struggles didn’t last very long. She was still weak, and disoriented, and soon her body went slack in his arms. Silent tears streamed down her face as she resolved herself to her fate.
“Shhh shhhh,” he whispered in her ear as her body convulsed against him. His low voice rumbled deep in his chest as he spoke, “Easy there Jack. I got you.”
She stiffened in his arms when he said her name. He’d called her “Jack”, not “Lola” as Meng Fan had named her. Suddenly, all her senses were on alert as she thought of the two men who’d called her that. One was an aging holy man, and the other…
Jack had no choice but to go with him as he walked over to the light switch and turned them on dim. And the bottom fell out of her stomach as she looked into the face of her old friend, her personal Judas.
“Riddick?” his named tumbled from her trembling lips as he smiled down at her.
“What’s the matter Jack? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you weren’t happy to see me.”
She stared in disbelief at his quirking mouth, before everything went black.