Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch black or any of its caracters. I do own Violet.
Violet James
They say most of your brain shuts down during cryo-sleep all but the primitive side, the animal side. That explains why I'm still awake. I'm all animal, Atleast that's what I've been told. It's a long way to Tangiers system, plenty of time for something to go wrong. How many people were on this tin can? 40? I wouldn't know too many smells to tell them all apart and I can't see anything through my glasses. But that's plenty of people for me to kill, if something does go wrong.
Or I cause it to go wrong
Maybe I should introduce myself, Violet James; but most know me as Nightmare. As for not seeing; my eyes don't like the light so much and they scare people, no point in scaring people when it's not for fun, right? As for killing people, it's my job and I love it. Of course no one on this scrap heap knows who I am, not even that "blue eyed devil", Johns. A merc, that's for sure, and he's got a pay day on board. Richard B. Riddick, I've heard of him, supposed to be the best. I smelt a stowaway, to far away to really tell but I'd say it was a kid, others too, not important enough to mention.
The crash of broken glass snapped me out of my thoughts as I opened my eyes. I couldn't see anything; no as long as I'm in this 'crate' they call a container. I jingled the handle. Locked from the outside,
Dahm
I punched to glass, shattering it into thousands of little pieces and opened the door from the other side. I tumbled forward and landed on my knees.
Gravity? Why the fuck is there gravity?
The container across from mine flew open and none other then the "Blue Eyed Devil" Fell on top of me. The ship swerved to one side and we were thrown against one of the containers. Johns got up and attempted to walk only to have to hold onto the ship for dear life when the back end fell off, taking with it most of the passengers. By now everyone was awake. A piece of debris flew through the wall behind me a sliced through my arm. I let out a cry of pain. I felt the ship come in contact with the ground and I flew to the back of the ship.
I came in contact with the container in the ship, Riddick's. I looked up and saw him walking out of the busted container. Our covered eyes meet for a fraction of a second before he walked off, disappearing into a different part of the ship. I stood up and immediately regretted doing so. I grabbed my throbbing shoulder and winced. The smell of blood wafted to my nostrils. A man was priced near the heart, dead. I knew the smell, it was the navigator. I walked forward, easily avoiding the wreckage I couldn't see. I clicked my tongue a couple of times and my mind formed a picture, echolocation, gotta love it. My echolocation isn't like the other kind, I don't see vibrations, I see sound waves. Any sound soft or loud sends off waves which are picked up by my ears and form pictures in my head. The two Australian settlers, Zeke and Shazza I think I heard them call each other, were opening the other containers.
Using a cutting torch Shazza opened the storage box and a young kid fell out.
Stowaway, I knew it.
"Guess somethin' went wrong huh?" the kid said sheepishly. I turned toward the nav-bay.
That's the source of the blood
I walked into the nav-bay taking off my cloth headband and using it to bandage my arm. My hair fell into my eyes, stupid hair. There was the navigator a lever through his chest. The docking pilot sat besides him. She looked distressed. But, of course she would. Suddenly he began to scream. "Don't touch it! Don't you pull that handle!" he shouted.
The docking pilot sat besides her friend and said softly, "Alright, alright, someone... there's Anestaphine in the med-lock, that end of the cabin"
"Not anymore there's not," said the antique dealer, Paris. The docking pilot, whose name I had just remembered, Carolyn Fry, told everyone to leave. I walked out into the next room and saw Riddick chained to a bulkhead. I paused and stared at him; even with his blindfold I knew he could see me.
"Hey, you shouldn't be in here," Johns said appearing from outside. I turned my head and stared at him. He should not be in my business. People in my space usually got their throats cut. I sized him up, what was it worth to me to ghost him now? If I killed him there would be too many questions. Besides he's messed with Riddick more then me, best let him do the honors.
I breezed past Johns and into the daylight. He grabbed my arm, and gave me a smirk. I already saw the lust in his eyes.
"Just looking out for you safety," He said with a shrug. I looked down at his hand on my arm and then back at him.
"Maybe you should be looking out for yours, because if you ever touch me again, I'll cut that little thing you call a dick and make you choke on it!" I hissed venom dripped from every word. His eyes widened in shock that I would say something like that. I easily pulled out of his grip and walked out side.
Even with my glasses the sun burned at first. I looked up to the top of the ship. The others were thanking Fry for saving them. They shouldn't have been. I could smell it on her, the guilt. She had tried to kill us that was the conclusion I came to. I didn't know how, when, or why; but she did and that's what counts.
Everyone had gone to try and find things they needed. I silently made my way into the room Riddick was in. On closer inspection of it I noticed the hole at the top of the bulkhead. What kind of merc was johns? Missing that? Pathetic! I went and sat down on a crate in front of Riddick.
"What's a girl like you doing here?" he said. Well as best he could with a bit in his mouth. I smirked and drummed my finger nails on the crate lazily. I had seen Johns with a pair of goggles, and I doubted that he wore them, so they had to be Riddick's. But what did Riddick need with goggles.
"Show me your eyes, Riddick," I purred.
"Can't do that with a blind fold on," he said, his word slurred slightly because of the bit. I stood and closed the distance between us. I leaned over him. I placed my weight on one of my arms which I leaned on the bar behind him. With my other hand I reached out and pulled down the blindfold.
Riddick
I could feel her pulling off my blind fold. The girl I had smelt early. Young. Twenty-one at the oldest. Her hands were smooth. She was the one who had stood up to Johns, and by the smell of john's sweat he had been scared shitless. I already liked this girl. As soon as the blindfold was off his eyes they shot opened. There she was leaning over me. Her long brown locks falling forward. She was thin with perfect curves. She wore a pair of tight jeans. Her black t-shirt hugged her torso perfectly and showed the bottom of her belly button. She sun kissed skin glowed slightly against the light coming from the door. A pair of dark sunglasses covered her eyes. She reached up and gently pulled down the glasses. I barely got a glimpse of her eyes before the shades were up again, what I didn't know was their image would haunt me for the rest of my days.
Beautiful
Her eyes were a ghost like grey. But what really was strange was the way when she looked into my eyes hers changed. The grey became gold and her pupils became cat-like slits. A smile flicked across her face and she stood up and replaced my blindfold.
"Going so soon?" I asked coolly. I felt her hair tickle my cheek and the faint sent of lavender filled my nostrils. I breathed in the sent greedily. She smelt so good. She smelt not only of Lavender but she smelt something else. It sent my animal senses reeling. she had an air of Strong survival instinct. I admire that in a woman. Her warm breath ran across my ear. It made me shudder, barely, but it did.
"I'll make a deal with you, Riddick, you get out of this you can see a lot more of me." Then she was gone. I spent the next few minutes savoring her lingering sent. I didn't know what it was, but something about her woke up the animal in me. I would take her deal, and when I got out of this I would find out what made her so addicting. One of my eyes was slightly uncovered and I looked up and saw the hole in the bulkhead.
perfect.