Forever Dark
AN- I do not own any of the characters from Pitch Black or the Chronicles of Riddick, even though I wish I did :P
So basically I didn't come up with this fanfiction idea by myself, I got it from others I read as well as my own thoughts, so I hope none of you feel that I'm stealing. I'm not exactly sure where I'm gonna go with this story, but hope It's a little more clear than my last. If any of you are wondering, I'm not sure if I'm gonna completely discontinue Another Animal, but I might take some time and just rewrite it, and then post those chappies, but I have nooooooo idea yet! :P So anyways here's the first chappie to this story, and I hope you like it. I'm using the name Kyra for the main character, mainly because of its meaning. If you don't know what It means then you will soon enough! Kyra is blind, and struggles as well as exceeds because of this. Like my other fanfic she has abilities that she has to discover, and things she has to overcome blah blah blah. Ok I'll stop yapping and start writing, see you at the bottom of the page! :D
Chapter 1
Kyra POV
Fuck. I'm fucked. Royally fucked.
Fuck.
I walked slowly, wanting to cut off the hand that grasped my upper arm painfully. It belonged to the guard my father had hired to escort me to my flight. Fucker.
I tried to find it in me somewhere to scold myself for using such corse language, but I realized I really didn't give a flying fuck. Fuck really is a great word, isn't it? I mean you have the fuuuu and the uuuhh and the khaa to just pop off at the end. Nothing more satisfying then yelling "Hey! Fuck you!"
Not that I've ever gotten to say it...
The hand tightened as I was dragged through countless numbers of people. They all smelled differently as I passed by, but all in all this many people just smelled disgusting. I was being handled like a rag doll and I couldn't take it anymore.
"Excuse me, sir?" The man who I could tell was pretty large grunted and looked down at me.
"Could you please escort me to the lady's room? I won't be too long I promise." I wanted to gut him...
"Fine, but try anything and you'll regret it, your father doesn't care what happens to you as long as you get to your destination alive." I could hear a sick sneer in his voice, and had to force myself not to gag.
Instead I smiled kindly and thanked him, and once more was dragged in a new direction. I could tell we had reached the ladies room by the smell. Toilets and harsh soap mixed with perfume and lotion.
He opened the door and shoved me inside, telling me to hurry. Once the door was closed I muttered "alright goat fucker" under my breath.
Obviouslly he had never dealt with someone blind before. He just let me go off on my own in an infamiliar place, and expected me to find my way around, and not drown in one of the toilets.
Idiot.
Sighing I raised one hand and snapped my fingers once, loud and clear. The high pitched sound bounced off all the walls, and I tilted my head and picked up the feed back. Ok, so big room, stalls ahead... that would mean the sinks are most likely to the right, against the wall. Taking a deep breath I walked to the right with a hand out, snapping until I was certain I was close to the sinks. Then I reached out and felt the cool stone with my finger tips.
Sighing in relief I felt around for the soap, and continued to wash my hands and run cool water up and down my arms. I didn't bother looking up at the mirror, there wasnt a point. I'd never know what I looked like and that was a reality I had come to accept. I did, however, straighten the dark glasses that covered my eyes. They must be bad if father was adiment about me wearing them...
I ran my fingers through my hair, combing it back. I had long, thick, slightly curly hair, that much I knew. As for the color, I was told it's dark brown... like I know what dark brown looks like.
I straightened my clothes one last time before taking another deep breath and walking back to the door. I opened it slowly and called for my guard. He once again grabbed my upper arm and I cursed under my breath at the discomfort.
We walked around for a little bit, I assume he was trying to find my shuttle. I payed no mind to his cursing, it didn't really matter at this point. I didn't matter at this point. I still can't belive father finally sold me. He loved me when mother was alive, but once she died, he hated me. Said I looked to much like her. Sounded too much like her. Well fuck him, it's not my fault she got sick of his abuse and killed herself. I wish I'd had the courage to do that before he sold me.
The station was dissorienting, to say the least. Hundreds of people stomping around, causing the floor to vibrate. I couldn't tell where anything was because it was all shifting around with the people. I would be helpless alone here.
Finally my guard found my shuttle. With minutes to spare fucker. I was dragged up a ramp and roughly pushed into a box, presumably a cryo chamber. I was told my new owner would meet me at the station over on New Mecca. Apperently some holy man who owned the entire system wanted me. Fucker must be ugly as shit if he wanted a blind girl.
Lucky me.
I yelled at myself for feeling so sorry for myself. It's a waist of valuable energy. Once I was roughly strapped in I relaxed back and listened to the sounds that surrounded me. I was up in the front cabbin, with the crew and others who payed for the best seats. Its no wonder I'm here, father does own the shuttly company. I laughed when I realized no one knew who I was. Father had made sure of that.
People were falling silent now, as the drugs were pumped into their systems. I waited for the full effect of cryo to come over me, I was told its like falling into a very deep sleep. But it never came.
Don't get me wrong, I got very drowsy and laggish, but I was awake.
Weird.
Time passed slowly, and I drifted in and out of sleep. I dreamt of my new owner and what my life would be like. None of those dreams were pleasant. I dreamt of running away, but that always ended up badly. With me lost and alone, probably dead in an ally somewhere.
I dreaded the times when I was awake, for it seemed like I would never get to my destination. This must be what hell is like, right? I've died and gone to hell for being a bad daughter?
I woke up somewhere around 22 weeks into out trip. We were in the dead of space, all alone. No one could save us if something bad happened. I decided that I hated shuttles.
Feeling more awake than usual I stretched my stiff limbes and pushed my senses out, checking on the passengers.
The ship's engines were loud, vibrating the whole vessle. I listened to all the passengers slow breathing, their steady heartbeats. It was very relaxing. To my right there was a woman, with who must be here husband. Their scents were practically laced through eachother. They both smelled of sweat and leather, of tools and metal. Worker types.
Farther down I smelled a girl, younger than me, maybe 12? 13? She smelled of grime and sweat, strange for a girl that age. Perhaps running away? The smell of dying blood cells reached my nose. She must be getting her period soon, poor thing.
Across from me I smelled something exotic. Spices and linnen and sand all mixed together. Desert people. A father with his sons, I was sure of it. Perhaps on there way to New Mecca, like me.
I was proud of myself for having such a keen sense of smell. I spent most of my time locked up in the estate practicing my still useful senses, trying to overcome the loss of the oh so important one.
The next smelled disgusting, like rancid milk. Rancid milk and ciggaret butts and morphine. I had never met this man, but I knew I never wanted to.
A woman was near him, she was small, with a citrus scent to her. Not sure if thats a good thing or not.
I felt myself getting tired again, maybe it's time for another cat nap. I fucking hate this.
Before I had the chance to completly close my eyes, another scent reached my nose, and my eyes snapped right open. It smelled of fury. Pure fury. But not hot, it was ice cold. What did my tutor always say? Never fight hot, fight cold.
Flashback
"Come on Kyra, if you want to be able to defend yourself you have to fight smart. Use that pretty little head of yours."
I practically growled.
"You cant expect me to win in a fight where I can't see! It's not fair!"
"I can expect you to do that, and I will. Never fight hot Kyra, you'll only loose."
"Then how should I fight?"
"You fight cold."
"Whats the difference?"
"When you fight hot your rash, your decisions are distorted because all you can see is red, so to speak."
I was never offended by my tutors way of words. He taught me everything I know.
"When you fight cold, however, you fight mean. With out mercy. You fight to survive. That is how I want you to fight."
Sighing I got up again and resumed my stance. Feet wide apart, arms at the ready. Jeffrey always made us practice on the earth, said I could "see" better that way, but I don't "see" how its helping me at all, except brusing my ass when I fall.
"Listen to me Kyra, open your senses." I could hear him speak, he was about three yards in front of me.
"Listen to my voice, listen to my foot steps, listen how the air moves around me."
And I did. I closed everything off and focused on his movements. Nothing but him, and I could practically see him.
"Good Kyra, now take it a step further, everytime I take a step, I want you to feel it. You are connected to the ground, feel where I am."
Now I realized why I was always bearfoot when we fight. I focused on his foot steps and could practically see him standing infront of me. I could hear and smell him move around, and I could feel the vibrations as he walked. When his right hand swinged through the air towards my left side, I caught it a foot from me. Smiling, I released his hand.
"Like that?" I said, beaming in his direction.
"Perfect." I could hear the smile in his voice, and I enjoyed that I had made him proud.
Father had him fired the next day, and I never heard from Jeffery again.
His scent assaulted my nose, it smelled of blood and cold fury, so much rage it was almost frightening. There was something else too, something I could have sworn I've smelled before but just couldn't put my finger on it. It bugged me, but I let it go for another time.
At that precise moment I heard it. The high pitch protest of metal bending forcefully. The shot of glass breaking. The ripping sound of flesh and the dripping of blood. The heart of the owner of that blood stuttered painfully for a few seconds, before failing completly.
Then the beeping started. Sirens went off, people were woken up. I heard gasps and talk of the captin being dead. Fantastic. The citrus woman started running around, yelling at the other man woken up. He yelled right back, yelling things about atmosphere and oxygen. Were we entering a planet?
Citrus lady said something about a purge, and then I felt the ship change angle. She did it again and the ship once again changed angle. The other man, Owens, was screaming at her not to purge the passengers, and it all clicked together. She was gonna dump us all just to saver her own ass. Bitch.
I tried to think of a way to save myself, and perhaps the others, but I realized, there was nothing I could do. I didn't know my way around the ship, we were hurteling towards a planet at hundreds of miles per hour, and It would all be over soon. So I sighed and relaxed back.
I wondered idolly if there was a heaven and hell, and which one I was going to. I wondered if I would still be blind, or if my death would be my rebirth.
I heard Owens get up and start running towards citrus bitch with full force, his footsteps slapping hard against the metal floor. I heard the groaning of metal and waited to fall thousands of feet to my death, when there was a pause.
Owens yelled at citrus bitch to level the ship out, and even though I had accepted my death, I was greatful.
The passengers were starting to wake up, their voices confused and panicked. I felt bad for them, this must be a horrible way to wake up.
Could we fall for much longer? I just wanted it to be over.
I felt the ship change angle once again and heard citrus bitch sigh in relief. Perhaps we were all going to live.
We must have landed becuase the next thing I remember is being tossed around my little box like a rag doll and hitting my head against the glass. When I woke up again, all was silent. I felt blood dripping down the side of my face, but it wasn't a lot, so I wasnt concerned. I pressed my hands against the glass door of my chamber and found it to be cracked, so with one large blow, I shattered the rest of the glass.
Being careful not to cut myself, I got up and stood still.
Well now what? I dont know where I am, or who's alive. I dont even know where to go. This is bull shit.
I walked slowly around, trying my best not to trip over things. Of course I didn, and landed right in a pile of shattered glass. My hands shot out to break my fall and my palms and knees were imbedded with glass. Great.
Luckily the girl I remember scenting out came running towards me, yelling that she found another.
"See? I told you I heard something!" She came to a stop about a foot from me, and judging from the air around us she held a hand out.
"No, I have glass in my hands." I mumbled, getting up slowly.
At this point others had walked over to us and were talking amongst themselves. One person walked up to me, stopping next to the girl. I could smell she was a woman, and her voice was of an accent I had never heard before.
"Hello, name is Shazza, do you want some help wrapping your hands?" I absolutly loved her accent, and nodded in thanks.
She told me to follow her and I did, staying no more than a foot behind her, walking exactly in her step so as to not fall. She must have led me deeper into the ship because the air was cooler, and I assumed darker. We stopped and I heard her rustle through something, presumably a bag, and then asked for my hands. I held them out obiediently and waited patiently as she took the glass out and wrapped my hands in gauze.
"Thank you, I really appreciate it." I said, and I meant it.
"Any time, all of us are banged up, well at least the ones who survived."
"How many are left?" I asked solemly, looking down.
"Well with you, about 10 or eleven. Owens died not too long before we found you."
I said a silent thanks to Owens for giving his life to save ours. I'm not sure if he heard it, but its the thought that counts, right?
"Well if you want to follow me, I'm going to go find the others." Shazza said kindly, and I greatfully agreed.
I walked in the same mannor as before. I knew I would have to tell the survivors I was blind at some point, but I enjoyed not being treated like a cripple, so I decided to put it off for as long as possible. She led me through the ship, the temperature slowly getting warmer and warmer as we headed closer to the outside. I could hear people walking around and talking to one another, trying to decide what to do next.
We stopped near what I assumed to be the exit but stayed inside. It was very very hot, and I assumed even hotter in the sun. I could smell nothing but sand and dust, clear signs that this was a desert planet. Even better.
People started to notice I was alive and well, and started introducing themselves. The man who smelled disgusting spoke first.
"Hello ma'am, my name is Officer Willam Johns, I'm glad to see your well." His voice was just as bad as his smell, with a creepy southern twang to it.
I resisted gagging and smilled.
"Hello, I'm Kyra." I looked over in the direction of his voice, hoping I at least looked like I was making eye contact with him.
Just then, the girl, who's name I found out to be Jack, came bounding in. I had no time to judge where she came from, but the next thing I knew I was on the floor, my glasses knocked clear off. Jack ran to help me up, but half way to me dead stopped. Everyone started whispering around me, as if I couldnt hear.
I got up, with no help from the others, and felt around for my glasses. Once securly on, I faced them all, speaking clearly.
"Yes, incase any of you were wondering, I'm blind." It might not have been the politest way to put it, but it got the point across.
I heard more whispers, and a few people, including Johns, muttered something about a "fuckin cripple".
Great.
I waited patiently for someone to speak up, and citrus bitch was the one to.
"Well It's good to see your ok Kyra, Jack, why dont you help her around." It wasnt a question, it was a command to the child to get the cripple out of the way.
"Sure!" Jack seemed happy enough, and asked if she could take my arm. I denied, saying I could follow behind.
She made a movement, probably a shrug, and headed off deeper inside of the ship.
Jack explained that we had come to a room that was filled with turned over luggage, and I allowed her to guide me by the arm. She brought us to a clear section and sat down, waiting for me to join her. I felt around and sat down carefully, then turned myself to face her.
"So I'm sorry I freaked out about your eyes, I just wasnt expecting it, their really cool though!" I was beginning to realize that she was really hyper, all the time.
"It's ok, I'm used to it by now. So tell me, whats happened so far?"
"Well we crashed and everyone was dissorientated. Owens died, which was really sad. We are going to go look for water soon. Oh! This planet has two suns! Isnt that cool?" Her voice was filled with excitement and I couldnt help but laugh.
"What else Jack?"
"Well I heard Johns talking with Fry about a convict that was on the ship, his name is Richard B. Riddick. Apperently he escaped from a triple max prison. He sounds really bad ass." She sounded excited about this two, this kid liked danger.
This explained the scent I had picked up in cryo. I tried to tell myself that I should be terrified that he's even near us, but I couldnt.
"Where is he?" I asked, more currious than I should be.
"Johns is keeping him in chains somewhere in the ship, he said no one is allowed to go see him." She said this with a pout and I couldnt help but chuckle.
"I'm sure we'll all get our chance to see him." I said this with a smile, and she smiled back.
"Here, wanna see something cool?" I liked the kid, and I decided to show her something I usually kept to myself.
"Yeah!"
"Ok, just sit quietly, and I'll tell you what the others are doing."
"How?" Her voice was filled with wonder, which made me smile again and shoosh her quietly.
I pushed my senses out, looking for the other survivors. Once I found them, I locked on.
"Hmm ok, well cit- Fry and Johns are with the weasly one, whats his name?"
"Paris."
"Uh huh Paris, and they are looking through some of Paris's stuff trying to find water. All that Paris has is alcohol, and he's yelling that he wants a recipt. cheap bastard."
Jack was silent as I had asked her to be, but I could feel her emotions running off her in waves.
"Shazza and Zeke are looking for tools to work with, their bickering back and forth like an old couple." She laughed at that, and I joined in.
"Whats Riddick doing?" She asked, her voice filled with hero worship.
"Hmm..." I searched around for him, trying to find a clue as to where he was.
I finally found him, if I hadn't been able to hear his heartbeat, I dont think I would have been able to locate him. He was so quiet! His heart was strong and steady. His breath low and even, and I could feel myself fall into sync with him. He must be huge, I could just tell. In the way his heart pumped blood through out his veins.
I almost jumped when I heard him growl softly. Not in a scary way, in a way that made me feel he was calling out to me. I could feel Jack tapping my arm, but I waved her away and listened harder. He stood up, near silent, and started moving. I heard two sickening pops and then a woosh of air as he fell forward. He grabbed something, perhaps a torch? And freed himself within minutes. Then got up and walked away with one last growl towards me.
At this point Jack thought I was just ignoring her, so I took a deep breath and faced her.
"Can you keep a secret Jack?"
"Yeah of course." She reacted to my seriousness by getting serious herself.
"Riddick just escaped."
She was silent and I bet that the look on her face was priceless.
"What should we do?" She whispered, and I could practically hear her beg me not to tel Johns.
Truth is, I probably should have, but Riddick never did anything to me. More than that, I was currious about him.
"I think we should see just how good of a cop Johns really is." I said with a smile, and laughed when she grabbed me into a huge hug.
AN- Hey guys! So here's the first chappie, and I'm writing the second one now, so dont worry. I'm not sure If I like where I ended, but oh well :P I know this chapter seemed kinda boring, but I promise it'll get better once Kyra gets more comfortable with herself and Riddick shows up :p Which should be nect chapter by the way! yayayayayayaya i know! anyways please leave a review if you can, i'd really appreciate the help, thanks! :D
