Riddfick, Hurt - Chapter 3/?
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Title: Hurt
Chapter: Thump in the Night, 2/?
Word Count: 1,127
Genre: Dark/Angst
Rating: M for adult themes and language.
Summary: Just moving the story along. Building up to the big confrontation.
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The sounds of Riddick’s fists connecting with the punching bag reverberated through the ship, occasionally punctuated by some grumbling swearing.
After Jack had passed out, he’d carried her into the small med bay and had the ship run a diagnostics check on her. The scans had shown that she was underweight and dehydrated, with an elevated white blood count, and her blood sugar was low.
He cursed himself for not running the tests as soon as he’d gotten her on the ship. But he’d wanted to hear how she was doing from her own two lips. Not from some fucking machine.
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He’d given her a shot of some antibiotics, and hooked her up to a bag of fluids before letting his frustrations out on the bag of commercial grade sand.
“Stupid.”
Thump
“Fucking.”
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“KID!” he shouted as he let loose on the unsuspecting bag.
Riddick wasn’t sure who he was more pissed at. The holy man for letting her get away.
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The girl for running off and getting herself into this kind of mess.
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The bastard who slaved her out.
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The shitsmear he’d ghosted in Chinatown.
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Or himself for letting it get this far.
“Fuck!” he yelled. And with a strangled, animalistic cry, Riddick whipped out a shiv from its resting spot on his hip and slashed the bag across.
Not satisfied with the amount of sand trickling out, he lashed out at it until the granules were pouring out from deep gashes that were covering over half of the surface.
He stopped and listened as it flooded out of the canvas and onto the floor. And when it was empty, he was left with the sounds of his own ragged breathing and the blood pounding in his ears to combat with the beeping of Jack’s heart monitor from the med bay.
Until the beeping stopped all together.
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It took a few minutes for Jack to wake up. A slow, steady beeping was intruding on her sleep, and she reluctantly opened her eyes.
Another room she didn’t recognize.
Rolling over on her back, she slowly sat up on the small bed, careful to bring the paper-thin sheet with her, and let her eyes adjust to the dimness.
She recognized most of the machinery as medical, and quickly realized that the now rapid beeping, was the sound of her own heart. Pulling the sensor off her chest, and the needle out of her arm, she slowly started to slide down onto the floor.
The sound of her heart monitor flat lining was interrupted by a pair of boots stomping down the hallway towards her. Frozen in fear, she could only stare as the figure filled up the doorway and in a gravelly voice call out, “Light’s 80 percent.”
Suddenly blinded by the assault of light, she brought her hands to her eyes, dropping the sheet that was covering her in the process.
“Jesus, Jack!” the man roared as he came towards her. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
She stopped covering her eyes as she heard him yell. That voice, she knew that voice.
Finally, he was right in front of her, and holding up the forgotten sheet. And she couldn’t believe it.
“Riddick?” she croaked.
“Yeah, it’s me. Now…”
Whatever he was going to say next was cut off as Jack leaned back and slapped him across the face, and then promptly lost her balance and toppled off the bed.
“Christ Jack,” Riddick said as he caught her in the sheet. “Would you stop and think about what you’re doing before you do it.” He turned her over so that she was staring up at him. “You always did act before you thought anything out.”
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” she screeched as she tried to pull away from him. “Get your filthy, lying paws off me!”
But Riddick’s response was to pull her closer, and hold on tighter. “Calm the fuck down,” he hissed in her ear. But still she struggled and whimpered against him.
Leaning her over the gurney, he pressed his front to her back, and held her hands still in one of his, leaving the other free to cover her mouth.
“Now Jack, you’re going to shut up and listen to what I’m telling you. You got it?”
Her legs were trembling, and her breathing was shallow, but she nodded. And Riddick cursed himself as he felt her hot tears stream down her face.
The small hairs on the back of her neck were tickling his skin.
He felt her shiver.
“I’m going to let you up now, okay? And you’re going to very quietly sit on the bed while I get some clothes and some food for you. You will not,” he said as he pressed down harder, and he felt her breath hitch, “start running and screaming all over my ship like a madwoman. You’re not strong enough, and you used to be smart enough to know that no one gets away from me unless I want them to.”
He brought his lips closer to the back of her neck and his voice dropped an octave. “Do we have an understanding, Jack?”
Riddick held his breath as he waited for her to acknowledge him, and in the end she didn’t disappoint. He let his breath out as he slowly stood up and away from Jack’s quivering body. Then, turning her around, he picked her up and set her on the bed.
“Stay. Put.” He told her as he backed out of the room. For a second, he was worried she’d try and rush him. But she didn’t. And Riddick sent up a silent prayer of thanks.
He came back a few minutes later with some loose clothes he’d picked up on the way to Caligula, and was pleasantly surprised to see Jack still sitting on the bed, studying her nails.
“Here,” he said as he set them next to her. “Put these on and lay back down. I’ll be back with some food for you in a little while.”
She didn’t look at him, but cautiously picked up the clothes and hugged them to herself.
With a heavy sigh, Riddick took one last look at her before he walked out of the room, and slid the door home.
Once it was closed, he leaned back on the cool, metal door and pinched the bridge of his nose.
He hadn’t intended for things to get like that back there, and he knew that the way he handled her probably brought back all kinds of bad memories for her.
“Shit,” he mumbled as he stood back up.
This wasn’t going at all like he had planned.
Title: Hurt
Chapter: Thump in the Night, 2/?
Word Count: 1,127
Genre: Dark/Angst
Rating: M for adult themes and language.
Summary: Just moving the story along. Building up to the big confrontation.
Thump
Thump thump THUMP
The sounds of Riddick’s fists connecting with the punching bag reverberated through the ship, occasionally punctuated by some grumbling swearing.
After Jack had passed out, he’d carried her into the small med bay and had the ship run a diagnostics check on her. The scans had shown that she was underweight and dehydrated, with an elevated white blood count, and her blood sugar was low.
He cursed himself for not running the tests as soon as he’d gotten her on the ship. But he’d wanted to hear how she was doing from her own two lips. Not from some fucking machine.
Thump thump thump
He’d given her a shot of some antibiotics, and hooked her up to a bag of fluids before letting his frustrations out on the bag of commercial grade sand.
“Stupid.”
Thump
“Fucking.”
Thump
“KID!” he shouted as he let loose on the unsuspecting bag.
Riddick wasn’t sure who he was more pissed at. The holy man for letting her get away.
Thump thump
The girl for running off and getting herself into this kind of mess.
Thump thump THUMP
The bastard who slaved her out.
THUMP THUMP
The shitsmear he’d ghosted in Chinatown.
Thump thump THUMP
Or himself for letting it get this far.
“Fuck!” he yelled. And with a strangled, animalistic cry, Riddick whipped out a shiv from its resting spot on his hip and slashed the bag across.
Not satisfied with the amount of sand trickling out, he lashed out at it until the granules were pouring out from deep gashes that were covering over half of the surface.
He stopped and listened as it flooded out of the canvas and onto the floor. And when it was empty, he was left with the sounds of his own ragged breathing and the blood pounding in his ears to combat with the beeping of Jack’s heart monitor from the med bay.
Until the beeping stopped all together.
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It took a few minutes for Jack to wake up. A slow, steady beeping was intruding on her sleep, and she reluctantly opened her eyes.
Another room she didn’t recognize.
Rolling over on her back, she slowly sat up on the small bed, careful to bring the paper-thin sheet with her, and let her eyes adjust to the dimness.
She recognized most of the machinery as medical, and quickly realized that the now rapid beeping, was the sound of her own heart. Pulling the sensor off her chest, and the needle out of her arm, she slowly started to slide down onto the floor.
The sound of her heart monitor flat lining was interrupted by a pair of boots stomping down the hallway towards her. Frozen in fear, she could only stare as the figure filled up the doorway and in a gravelly voice call out, “Light’s 80 percent.”
Suddenly blinded by the assault of light, she brought her hands to her eyes, dropping the sheet that was covering her in the process.
“Jesus, Jack!” the man roared as he came towards her. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
She stopped covering her eyes as she heard him yell. That voice, she knew that voice.
Finally, he was right in front of her, and holding up the forgotten sheet. And she couldn’t believe it.
“Riddick?” she croaked.
“Yeah, it’s me. Now…”
Whatever he was going to say next was cut off as Jack leaned back and slapped him across the face, and then promptly lost her balance and toppled off the bed.
“Christ Jack,” Riddick said as he caught her in the sheet. “Would you stop and think about what you’re doing before you do it.” He turned her over so that she was staring up at him. “You always did act before you thought anything out.”
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” she screeched as she tried to pull away from him. “Get your filthy, lying paws off me!”
But Riddick’s response was to pull her closer, and hold on tighter. “Calm the fuck down,” he hissed in her ear. But still she struggled and whimpered against him.
Leaning her over the gurney, he pressed his front to her back, and held her hands still in one of his, leaving the other free to cover her mouth.
“Now Jack, you’re going to shut up and listen to what I’m telling you. You got it?”
Her legs were trembling, and her breathing was shallow, but she nodded. And Riddick cursed himself as he felt her hot tears stream down her face.
The small hairs on the back of her neck were tickling his skin.
He felt her shiver.
“I’m going to let you up now, okay? And you’re going to very quietly sit on the bed while I get some clothes and some food for you. You will not,” he said as he pressed down harder, and he felt her breath hitch, “start running and screaming all over my ship like a madwoman. You’re not strong enough, and you used to be smart enough to know that no one gets away from me unless I want them to.”
He brought his lips closer to the back of her neck and his voice dropped an octave. “Do we have an understanding, Jack?”
Riddick held his breath as he waited for her to acknowledge him, and in the end she didn’t disappoint. He let his breath out as he slowly stood up and away from Jack’s quivering body. Then, turning her around, he picked her up and set her on the bed.
“Stay. Put.” He told her as he backed out of the room. For a second, he was worried she’d try and rush him. But she didn’t. And Riddick sent up a silent prayer of thanks.
He came back a few minutes later with some loose clothes he’d picked up on the way to Caligula, and was pleasantly surprised to see Jack still sitting on the bed, studying her nails.
“Here,” he said as he set them next to her. “Put these on and lay back down. I’ll be back with some food for you in a little while.”
She didn’t look at him, but cautiously picked up the clothes and hugged them to herself.
With a heavy sigh, Riddick took one last look at her before he walked out of the room, and slid the door home.
Once it was closed, he leaned back on the cool, metal door and pinched the bridge of his nose.
He hadn’t intended for things to get like that back there, and he knew that the way he handled her probably brought back all kinds of bad memories for her.
“Shit,” he mumbled as he stood back up.
This wasn’t going at all like he had planned.