Hey! so i just watched Pitched Black last night and i decided i needed to put my own spin on it!

i have done some Saving Private Ryan fanfiction, but i thought i would try something else. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review. i love them!

Summary: Mohini and Angee Korver are special girls. Mohini is twenty-two and Angee is twenty-one. they had to escape from their mother when they were eighteen and seventeen

because at the age of eighteen both girls will go through a... change. four years later Mohini is running from the law and she meets a mysterious friend. you know who he is.

"Get her! GET HER!"

The woman who was screeching at the two sisters was coming at them with a broom like she wanted to sweep them out with the dirt. The seventeen-year-old Korver sister scurried behind the couch, but her eighteen-year-old sister grabbed the broom from the old woman, and wrenched it away from her. She glared at her daughter and yelled, "let go you freak!"

Her words stung, but the eighteen-year-old couldn't let them get under her skin. She had to get her sister out of there. She swung the broom handle toward her mother making the woman trip over the bedside table.

"Angee move it!" the older sister yelled.

She reached for her sister's hand and drug her out the door while her mother struggled to get up. They were down the street by the time their mother came out onto the front lawn with a shotgun in hand.

"DON'T EVER COME BACK!" she shouted after them.

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"Hey wake up!"

Mohini Korver was shaken from sleep, (or unconsciousness) by an unfriendly hand.

"You can't sleep here! Move it!" said a cop who looked like he had chowed down on one hundred to many doughnuts.

"Yeah, yeah," she said sitting up.

Mohini looked at her surroundings rubbing her pounding head.

"Hangovers are a bitch," said Angee sitting next to her sister and handing her a cup of coffee.

Mohini pushed the coffee away but Angee pushed back.

"It will help the headache," she said insistently.

Mohini sighed and took the plastic cup. It was hot on her skin, and would have burned a normal hand, but to her it was just an uncomfortably warm sensation. She put her lips to the hole in the lid and pretended to drink deeply, but Angee could tell she wasn't really drinking. She gave her a hard look with piercing green eyes.

"Drink it," she commanded.

Mohini glared back at her, but in the end gave up and sucked down the chalky liquid.

"Yuck," she said making a face at the cup. "Did you actually put chalk in this?"

She laughed and said, "no I just found the cheapest coffee place I could."

Mohini looked at her sister and rolled her eyes. "You know there is a really cheap way you can get even the most expensive things."

Angee looked away suddenly angry.

"You know how I feel about stealing," she said checking her bag.

"How much do you have left?" asked Mohini.

Angee looked up at her sister with sad eyes.

"About ten dollars. Give or take."

"Give or take what?" asked Mohini

"About five dollars."

"Great," said Mohini. "Well if we cant get more money, we are going to need to get food my way."

"I wont ever get anything your way!" Angee yelled rounding on Mohini.

"You would rather die?" she asked eyes flashing dangerously.

"Yes," Angee said quietly. Her eyes flashed just as dangerously.

Mohini turned away and said, "I will force feed you if you are to stupid to eat."

Angee glared at the back of Mohini's head, but didn't say anything. Suddenly the hair on the back of Mohini's neck stood on end. She turned around and surveyed the people milling around. Her eyes landed on a tall man with dark goggles on. He was bald and very, very muscular. His arms rippled as he reached up and leaned one arm against the tree he was standing under. When he saw that Mohini was staring at him his thin lips curved up in mysterious smile.

Mohini glared at him telling him to stay away with her eyes, but all he did was continue to smile.

"He's been here since you collapsed here last night," said Angee nonchalantly.

"What does he want?" Mohini asked.

"I don't know," Angee said indignantly. "I didn't think to ask the creepy stalker."

Mohini didn't appreciate her sister's tone of voice, and she wanted to know what the bald, muscular stranger wanted. She turned back to him, but he was gone.

"Hmmm strange," Mohini commented under her breath.

"Yeah strange for the stalker to stop stalking us," said Angee scoffing.

Mohini glared at her then got up.

"Where are you going?" Angee asked.

"What do you care? I'll be back in a while," said Mohini striding toward the market place.

"Mo, don't do anything stupid," Angee yelled after her.

Mohini waved a dismissive hand at her and continued down the street. When she was around the corner from her sister she sighed. The sun felt good baking her face and neck as she closed her eyes and listened to the people and cars. A giant truck sped past as someone ran into her shoulder making her eyes flash open.

She glared at the short man with piercing blue eyes. He looked at her, his face contorting in fear at her expression. She shoved past him and continued on through the market. Mohini ducked her head as she passed a cop leaning back against a brick wall. This cop looked a lot more able than the one who had woken her up. She pulled her hood up and hurried past him. He followed her with his eyes, but let her get around the corner.

Mohini let out a puff of air in relief. Though she new she hadn't done anything wrong, (or at leas she was pretty sure she hadn't done anything wrong,) but cops always made her nervous. She slowed her pace as she passed the fruit cart. She had always been a sucker for fruit. She leaned against the cart and took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet aroma of strawberries, and the tart smell of grapefruit. She closed her eyes and remembered another time when she and her sister and mother were happy. As she was reminiscing, Mohini absently picked up one of the oranges and put it to her nose. She held it there for a minute just remembering, until someone yelled, "She's stealing it!"

It took Mohini a second to realize the woman was talking about her. She dropped the orange and looked up.

"I wasn't I was just…"

"Hey!"

Mohini turned and saw the cop coming around the corner.

"No, I wasn't-"

"Don't move!" yelled the cop.

"Yeah right," hissed Mohini under her breath.

She had never been to jail, and she didn't intend to start now. As the cop closed in on Mohini's position, the oldest Korver sister took off down the street.

"STOP!" shouted the cop.

"Sorry!" Mohini yelled over her shoulder as she rounded a corner, tipping over a trash can.

That didn't help her much. The agile cop vaulted over it with no problem.

"I guess this guy had his wheeties this morning," Mohini mused under her breath as she dodged a horse drawn cart.

She rounded a corner into a pitch black ally, only to run smack into a wall. As she bounced off and started to fall backward, strong hands grabbed her waist. Mohini looked up just in time to catch two reflecting orbs right above her head.