PITCH BLACK: "Truth and Trust"
The Gina Nieves Story
BY: NikkiD
AUTHORS NOTE:
Hello fan fiction fans! I am NikkiD (You know, like Micky D's) and this is my fan fiction. Bad news. My computer is screwed up and I may not be able to have my site finished as soon as I'd like. Sorry. This fan fiction is based on the movie "Pitch Black" which was written originally by David Twohy and Jim & Ken Wheat. I have the book that was based on the screenplay that was written by Frank Lauria. You have to read the book! To all you Pitch Black fans, guess who asked Xing 's Webmaster) to add Pitch Black to the list of categories. Hehehe! You're looking at her! Yup, it was me. Hehehe!
This fan fiction is a reenactment to the movie where I added my own character, in other words if I written the story, this is what I would have done. I tried to remember all the lines (I am very good at that) and tried to make this fan fiction as realistic as possible. No I did not copy anyone's fan fiction, no I did not copy from any script (I watched the damn movie eight times if you are going to get pushy). This fan fiction is VERY long and so I had to break it up into different chapters. Sorry. Another thing you will have to know, this fan fiction has A LOT of curses and swear words. Sorry. Ah, and another thing. I am NOT a Vin Diesel fanatic, okay? I don't want to marry him, I don't dream about him, I don't wish to be his girlfriend, alright?! He is just an actor whom I respect and admire! I hope you enjoy the fan fiction. If you have any questions, comments or complaints then please email me. Later! ;-)
There were times when Fry really hated her job.
This was definitely one of those times.
Fry was standing next to the hull of the Hunter-Gratzner passenger ship she co-piloted, trying to do a last minute check up on the landing hydraulics while listening to some damn lawman bitch about his prisoner. Fry was trying to be courteous but her patience was wearing thin.
"Co-Pilot Fry?"
Carolyn turned around and inwardly groaned. Oh No. It was one of the passengers. The one with the weapons shipment that the lawman, Johns, was so worried about. Walking with her head held up high was an attractive woman who looked to be in her mid or late twenties, with curly dark brown hair cut shoulder length, large light brown eyes, and a muscular body hidden behind a navy blue business suit that looked about ready to snap off.
"Holy mother of..." Johns breathed behind her but dared not finish the sentence as the woman neared.
Although still five feet away the woman paused and glanced at Johns, as though she had heard him, but continued her march forward. "Co-Pilot Fry? I am Gina Nieves." The woman said, giving Fry a quick handshake. "You wanted to ask me something about my weapons shipment? Is there a problem?"
Fry nodded tersely, jerking her head to Johns. "Well, he's the one who has the problem..." Fry began.
Johns slid his way forward and put on a charming smile. "I'd say that it was not a 'problem', more of a concern really Ms. Nieves. My name is..."
"I know who you are." Gina interrupted arrogantly. "What's wrong with my shipment?"
John, taken aback, faltered. "Well, as you may not know I'm transporting a dangerous convict Ms. Nieves." he began, smiling again.
If the lady was impressed she sure as hell didn't show it. Gina raised an eyebrow. "And just what does that have to do with my gun shipment?"she asked, sounding mildly annoyed.
Johns, now also irritated that the woman was not partial to his charms, scowled. "Listen lady, this is one dangerous guy I have here. If he got loose who knows what he would do if he got his hands on some of those guns..."
Gina glared at Johns, her eyes burning into his. "I highly doubt that will be able to happen Mr. Johns. The unit box that my guns are stored in has a voiceprint lockout. Only I can open that crate, and no one else." Gina snarled. "So, as you can see, all your little worries have been for nothing. Besides your convict is going to be in cryo-sleep, isn't he? How can a dangerous felon access my hardware if he's out cold?" Gina asked sarcastically.
For a moment the lawman could not speak and then Johns looked downwards, his eyes filled with angry embarrassment. Muttering something unintelligible, he left the two women. Gina watched him go, her eyes calculating. "Please keep me posted." Gina whispered, her eyes never leaving Johns. "I'm going to check on my crates. Nice meeting you Co-Pilot."
Fry watched the women go, her eyes hard. She could tell that the lady was going to be trouble. She was a hard ass but didn't seem to care. From what Fry had heard, Gina Nieves was an ex-marine who was booted out and put in jail for killing her superior officer. Or that's what the two bushwhackers had claimed when they first saw the sultry weapons designer. Fry shook her head and walked out to the dark hallway, heading for the cantina to join her crewies in a drink before takeoff, hoping to ignore the feeling that something horribly wrong was going to happen.
Her steps quiet, carefully placed one foot before the other, Gina Nieves slowly made her way through the empty ship. Everyone was out at the cantina, getting a last bite to eat or a last drink before takeoff. As tempting as a Nobular brandy was right now, Gina decided to ignore her alcoholic craving and check out this 'convict' that Johns was transporting. Something in her gut told her that there was something about this felon that was important to her. What, she would see in a moment.
Gina had changed her clothes for the trip through space. During cryo-sleep Gina liked to dress comfortably, to avoid cramps she would get later on if she stayed in the business suit she was wearing earlier. Her brown wave of hair tied back in a tight ponytail, Gina was wearing her favorite attire of large brown military pants that hung off her wide hips, a skintight black tank top that gave her perfect mobility and large, black leather padded military boots. Despite her great contempt for the military Gina did always liked how they dressed.
Gina gazed through the dark corridors, knowing exactly where she was going. Quickly passing the cryo-tube she would later be sleeping in, Gina headed to the secure felon cryo-tube she had quickly glimpsed earlier. Inside she had seen a large burly man, unconscious and chained, but that was all she could determine. Now coming closer Gina felt her eyes widen with every step she took closer, beginning to recognized this man. No... it couldn't be... Gina ran to the glass tube, her breath ragged with fear and denial. It couldn't be him... no way he was that stupid...
But it was.
It was him.
Richard B. Riddick.
Gina gazed into the glass portal, falling to her knees as angry tears streamed down her cheeks like rain off a tree branch. That fucking asshole, Gina thought ruefully as she glared at that face she knew so well. Yes, she knew this man. She knew him very well. They had met two years ago, just after he had escaped from Slam City. Gina (who had been released from Slam City a year before) was opening her own arms business, and agreed to hide Riddick away from the mercs, in a way saving him. During that period Gina was able to 'convince' Riddick to tell her his story, discovering that the two shared a deep hate for the Company. Remembering those memories of the savage passion the two had shared those four months made Gina's mouth water and her heart speed up. What he gave her as 'payment' for her aid.But it was over. He had left in a supply ship for Neckloss Twelve, leaving her forever for his freedom.
Or so she had thought.
Gina got to her feet and glared furiously at the unmoving form of Riddick, her body quivering with animal rage. "You stupid fuckup!" Gina snarled, her voice a harsh whisper. "I paid twenty gees for that transport! And after all that money you got your ass caught?!" Unable to restrain her fury Gina slammed her fist against the glass portal, rewarded with a loud THUAK! from the glass.
Riddick jumped in his restraints, and he jerked his head back and forth, unable to see due to wearing a blind of some sort. He snorted and tried to speak behind the horse bit between his teeth. Gina guessed Riddick must have thought she was Johns and had just cursed at her.
Smiling cruelly, Gina pressed the intercom button, making her voice sound as sultry as possible. "Hello there Richie. Long time no see." Gina snarled, using her pet name for him, knowing how much he hated her using it. Immediately recognizing her voice, Riddick jumped again, shocked. Then he mumbled something unintelligible, shaking his binds in a wordless plea that was quite obvious. Let Me Out!
Gina snorted in amusement. "I'm guessing you just asked me to set your ass loose. Sorry baby, isn't happening." Gina said coolly.
Riddick growled and shook his binds more urgently, his teeth grinding against the steel bit in his mouth. Gina smiled. That pissed him off. "What's wrong Riddick? You thought I'd bail you out again? Hmmm?" Gina asked sarcastically. "Well guess what baby, I'm tired of risking my ass for hopeless losers like you!" Gina said, her eyes burning with rage.
"I can't believe you got caught again! Can't you do anything without some help on my part?! Huh?" Gina said incredulously, shaking her head, disgusted. "Well that's the last time I waste my time on your ass! Have a nice time at Slam City. Think of me when some nutcase buttfucks you at night." Gina snarled vehemently, and spun around, storming away.
And stopped.
She slowly turned to gaze back at Riddick, seeing him struggle againsthis binds, mumbling curses behind the steel bit, thinking she was gone and his last chance at freedom also gone. Slowly the anger and frustration ebbed away and was replaced by pity. He looked so pathetic standing in there, straining against the tight steel mangles that bound him. She had to help him.
"I must be crazy..." Gina muttered darkly and rushed to the glass tube again, searching for the controls. "Why do you always have to do this to me, Riddick? Huh? It's not like your going to thank me or anything once I set your ass loose."
Riddick froze, sensing her presence again. He made no noise, probably thinking if he made any noise she would change her mind and leave again. Muttering curses Gina started trying out hacker codes she hoped would set himfree. So far, nothing was working.
Just when Gina was about to give up and try to open the tube manually she heard a loud BANG! and familiar footsteps. Gina's blood curdled. Johns. Fumbling, Gina quickly tried another code, cursing when it didn't work. "I'm sorry Riddick! I tried to get you out but Johns is coming back! I gotta get out of here!" Gina whispered into the intercom.
Riddick desperately shook his head, struggling against the shackles, mumbling behind the steel bit.
She glanced back, hearing the footsteps closer now. "I'm sorry!" she whispered desperately, and then turned away from the glass tube and leapt into a dark corner, using what the military had taught her to her advantage.
When Johns walked in he saw Riddick, immobile and out cold, the tightsteel bounds unmoving. But something told Johns that something had happened while he was at the cantina... something... Johns shrugged and shook his head, still studying the frozen form of his captive. He was too still...
Scowling, Johns ran a hand through his thick red hair and mumbled a tight curse. Too damn stressed out, taking this paranoid bullshit to new levels. That was when he heard something move behind him. Spinning around and bringing up his rifle to bare, Johns found himself face to face with Gina Nieves. She showed no surprise or fear from the rifle and just gazed at him with those cold brown eyes. Eyes that shared the same cold dislike that Riddick's eyes had.
Panting and his heart slowly returning to its normal pace, Johns slowly lowered his gun. Damn, she was fast! Quiet too! That was something you learn in the military. Swallowing hard, Johns looked her over. She had changed from the business suit and was now in large baggy cargo pants, a cute, black muscle top that outlined her body like a second skin, and heavy boots. Johns wondered how the bitch was able to sneak up on him with those on. "Well, hello there Ms. Nieves." Johns said coarsely.
Gina surprised him by smiling widely, as though amused. "Kinda jumpy, huh Johns?" she asked teasingly.
Johns smiled back, blushing slightly. "I guess I'm on my defenses today. Space travel, you know. Always a bit nervous before a jump."
Gina snorted and jerked her head to the unmoving form of his captive."Or maybe it's the company. Ever think that?" Gina asked rhetorically. "Who is he? He must be one badass mother-fucker to leave such a big guy like you on the edge."
Johns blinked, not expecting the compliment. Why was she being so nice to him all of a sudden? Slightly suspicious, he turned to admireRiddick. "He's a felon with numerous charges. Theft, desertion and murder. Name's Richard B. Riddick, a real nutcase who escaped from Slam City about two years ago." Smiling, he nodded his head at the chained man in the secure cryo-tube. "Ever heard of him?"
"Riddick... Riddick..." Gina mussed, her eyes studying the man, and then shook her head, causing the short mane of dark brown hair to wave back and forth. "Nope. Can't say that I have."
Johns frowned, still suspicious. He knew a bit about Gina's background. She was an ex-marine who had started a arms trade business about two or three years ago just after she was released from Slam City. It was said she killed another marine, a superior, for raping her. Johns's frown went deeper. This bitch may look cute but Johns knew that she was just as dangerous as Riddick (although he had to say a lot saner). "Just what the hell are you doing back here anyway. Everyone is out at the cantina." Johns demanded.
Gina shrugged. "I just was checking on my guns, making sure they weren't damaged, and changing my clothes." She said defensively, raising a eyebrow. "That is still legal, right?" she asked sarcastically. Then with a final nod she turned and left him, heading out.
Johns watched her go, feeling a mix of suspicion and attraction. Despite her good looks, Johns felt the cold deadly air around her. Turning tostudy the tube Riddick was in, Johns noticed a small crack in the glass, as though someone had hit it hard. Johns cursed quietly. Oh yeah. This was one bitch he will have to keep an eye on.