AN: My first story for Pitch Black. And yes I made my own OC character and shoved her in the movie like I've seen with other fan fictions, so if you don't like that then don't read this. But my OC and Riddick don't get together, neither does she change him completely during the movie. I tried my hardest to keep him in character. So please review and tell me what you think.
Darkness is Home
"Get back here you worthless bitch!" the yell rang out with deadly clarity. I took another deep breath forcing my legs to move faster. The pounding footsteps behind me reminding me why I was running so fast. This merc had a mission to accomplish.
I didn't dare look around me. It would just slow my pace down. My heart throbbed painfully trying to keep the blood flowing correctly in my veins. I only saw the way out. The shaft of pure darkness was my escape. If I could get there I would be free. Free of this asshole. I felt a slight prick in my back before my body was thrown forward convulsing. The world swam around me. The glossy pavement rushed to meet me.
"Lights out for you." the distant voice of the merc flowed sluggishly through my brain as everything went black.
XxXxXx
I woke up with the taste of metal in my mouth. Blinking away the murkiness in my brain I looked around. I was in a cyro-tank judging from the red glass. I looked down at myself and felt the slick tightness of chains around my neck. My hands were cuffed in front of me, a chain connecting them to my cuffed feet. I would of scowled if I didn't have the bit in my mouth. He was really playing it safe this time.
"Didn't know we had to fly with bloody murderers." a thick accented voice called me from my examination. A dark skinned man with black hair wearing a long white sleeve was staring at me and to the tank beside me as he boarded the ship. I caught his eye easily. I slowly cocked my head to the side before baring my teeth in a silent snarl and jerking violently forward. The seat belt and chains grew tight with the strain.
The man backed up fear written clearly over his face. I breathed through my nose confirming the look on his face. I sagged back down satisfied. A woman with long black curly hair with the same dark skin sneered disgustedly at me and the tank next to me. I wonder who lay next to me.
"Don't worry about them. Their good and locked up." the smooth fake charming voice made me bite down on the metal bar in my mouth. A man with a blue cop uniform and his fake shiny badge glistening in the light came up to them. He had light blonde hair, pale skin, and baby blue eyes. I nearly choked on the merc scent of him. The two civilians walked on. Johns walked up to my tank. I glared at him through the glass. "Sleep tight, the next time you wake will be behind bars." he pushed a button off to the side. My tank filled with the gas that would make me fall asleep.
I fought against it though. I hated cyro-sleep. I hated not knowing what was happening around me. Still my head grew heavy and my vision blurred. The last thing I saw before I was put to sleep was Johns sneering face.
XxXxXx
Loud crashes woke me up this time. I looked around me frantically as I was thrown around inside my tank. The seatbelts had torn. When? I had no clue. I braced myself the best I could against the walls of my tank. I couldn't see clearly through the glass. Everything was moving around. With a growl I forced my eyes to focus. Johns fell out of his tank to glare up at the tank beside mine. Again I wondered who was in there. I watched as he struggled to stand. When he did I heard a ferocious loud ripping sound before watching half the ship be torn away.
My muscles tensed in anticipation waiting for Johns to be ripped away from the ship, but alas he held onto a pole with dear life as the ship shook and rumbled against the ground. We were crashing. What the fuck had happened out there? My jaw was sore. I hated this fucking bit. I wasn't a fucking animal. Finally everything stood still. I heard crashing and rocking from beside me. What was this person trying to do?
With one last sound of glass being shattered a watched a man walk out. He was wearing a black wife beater and black cargo pants. He was all muscle beneath his tanned skin. He was bald and was blindfolded and shackled just like I was. Even had the bit. With a loud grunt. I threw myself at the door of my tank. It gained his attention. He turned to me seemingly seeing through the blind fold.
I watched him push a button to the side of my tank and felt the door give way. I fell unpleasantly to the grated floor. With a well earned swiftness I jumped to my chained feet. The man made a motion with his head to follow and I did. I glanced at the unconscious Johns on the floor as we passed. I kicked a grate on top of him. Our boots made no sound as we walked through the ruin of the ship. Silently the man dropped down a shaft. I followed quickly after.
This place was filled with rubble. Pipes, air duct, and most anything metal lay scattered around the floor. The man was no longer in sight. I looked at the ceiling above me. There were smaller pipers running all the way through it. With a slow breath I jumped up grabbing onto the pipes before lurching my feet to the ceiling. I hooked the ends of my boots into holes and waited. I looked around the ceiling seeing the man in almost the same position I was in. Guess convicts think alike.
I listened to the muffled talking above me. I could understand them if I choose to, but I didn't want to strain myself especially since I was hanging from the ceiling. I couldn't chance loosing my balance and being caught. I heard Johns voice curse loudly. I would of laughed if I could. My lips felt very dry. I took another deep breath feeling winded for some reason. This planet we landed on didn't have a lot of oxygen. Great. I heard the heavy footsteps of Johns as he lowered himself down to the floor we were on. I held my breath.
He spun around with his small flashlight. I watched silently from my spot on the ceiling as he surveyed the room. I knew he knew we were down here. He just didn't know where. The man dropped his feet down around Johns neck. The chain effectively choking the merc. I held back a snicker as Johns squirmed and sputtered under the man. He pulled out his night stick with shaky hands and began beating the mans legs and waist with it.
He barely even seemed to feel it from my point of view. I heard a small groaning before the pipe the man was hanging from dropped. Both Johns and the man fell to the floor. Johns got up quickly his nightstick poised to continue the beating, but he stopped when the man held his chained wrists up in an almost surrendering way. Johns coughed a laugh.
"You know one of these days someone's going to get hurt and it aint gunna be me." Johns smiled cockily at the man. I held on tighter to the pipes. There was no fucking way he was finding me again. Unfortunately Johns actually had a brain and checked the whole ceiling. Upon seeing me he leered grabbing his gun and pointing it at me. "I'd come down from there…" I glared at him dropped down without a sound. "Good kitty." he said with mock affection. I snarled at him. He only rolled his eyes. With a heave he picked the man up from the floor and too his feet. "Walk." he ordered pulling another gun out of somewhere. He pushed one into the back of the head of the man and pointed the other one at me.
I only listened because of the gun. If it was a knife, a beating stick, or even a god damned tazer I would of ran for it, but he knew his prisoners well and he chose guns. We were escorted to some damn broken room that led to the bright outside planet. I squinted against the harsh light. Johns chained the man up to a metal pole before moving to me. With an unnecessary hand on my hip he chained me to a pipe on the wall few feet from the man.
He opened his mouth to say something before a loud incoherent yell interrupted him. He walked off towards it. Right when he was out of sight I began to work on getting out of my restraints. I didn't spare the man a look. I knew he would do the same thing as me. I took a deep breath.
"Don't you touch it!- Don't you dare touch that handle!" a man screamed in pain. I sniffed the air. The heavy scent of blood clogged my nose. He was in the throws of death. I heard a quiet murmur of voices, before they all went silent.
"Leave here." was the calm command I heard. "Leave." the loud clumsy shuffling of feet made me look up to see other survivors walking out. They all stared at us as they went outside.
First were a man in holy robes, followed by three sons, then a prissy looking man with small glasses, I glared at the people who came next. It was the same couple as before we began to flight. A few seconds followed before a young boy walked out. He had to only be about thirteen. Johns followed after. He leaned against an upturned tank staring at us before leaving as well. The man seemed to follow Johns movement even with the blind fold on.
I shook my head and went back to my task. I took a deep breath. I dislocated my thumb without even flinching. I took another deep breath and began dislocated the rest of my fingers. They all made sickening popping sounds. It was music to my ears. I glanced at the guy who was turned in my direction. Probably wondering what the fuck I was doing. With one last deep breath I slipped my hands from the tightly bound cuffs. I brought them to the front of me looking at the mangled fingers.
One by one I popped them back into place. I let out a large breath once they were fully functioning again. I rolled my wrists a few times before I heard footsteps. Swiftly I brought my hands behind me again. I swung my head to the side to see a blonde woman standing behind the broken wreckage staring at the man and me. Johns came up behind her.
"He just escaped from maximum prison." the man shifted his head toward the conversation.
"What about the girl?" the woman asked glancing at me. I would of protested to her statement, but I couldn't exactly speak.
"Same for her." I looked away then at the mans boots. It was a better sight then the stupid female and the merc.
"So do we keep them locked up forever?" the woman asked sounding a little skeptical.
"Well that'd be my choice."
"Are they really that dangerous?" the woman whispered thinking it would keep us from hearing. I heard a slight snort of amusement.
"Only around humans." I could hear the sneer in his voice. I glared at the mans boots now. "Come on the others found a container still in tact." they left. I sighed in relief bringing my hands forward again. I wanted to lick my lips. They felt so dry, but the bit prevented me from doing anything like that.
I was fiddling with the chains on my feet when I heard a loud popping noise. I looked up to see the man dislocating his shoulders bring them up on the pole. I looked higher seeing the break in it. Ahh so he was escaping as well. Smart man. I went back to work on my chains. I heard the loud crashing of him falling and looked up again so see he had a torch in his hands now. I almost glared at him.
I found the weak spot in my cuffs and pulled roughly at it. The cuffs fell away from my feet. I looked up to see the man standing unbound. I would need that torch for the damn bit in my mouth. I stood up holding my hands out for the torch. Through the blind fold he looked at me. I don't know how, but it was like he could see me clearly. I stared right back not intimidated by the six foot heavily muscled man in front of me. He gave me the torch before turning around.
For once I was glad I was tall. I was about five eight last time I checked. Still pretty short compared to him, but not to where it would hinder me from doing the task at hand. I turned it on and began burning through the coiled metal lock that kept the bit on. It melted away easily. He took the bit out of his mouth. I moved away the torch still in my hands. I really wanted this damn thing out of my mouth.
"Thanks." his voice was deep, gravely even. I held out the torch. He took it. I turned around moving my hair out of the way. After a minute or two of the heat against my neck I felt it go away. I ripped the stupid bit out of my mouth and licked my lips.
"Finally." I said turning to the man.
"Get your restraints." he ordered. I scowled but complied. When I turned back to him, he had black goggles on instead of the blindfold. We quickly and quietly made our way outside. The others seemed to be somewhere else at the moment. There was no one around. I could barely see in the bright daylight. When we were away from the ship he stopped walking. "Throw them towards the yellow sun." I eyed him almost suspiciously but threw them quickly towards the yellow sun. "Nice arm." I smirked.
"Thanks. So I take it we go towards the rising blue one?" I asked looking at him through squinted eyes. He nodded and we were off. I ignored the shortness of breath I was in as I ran beside the surprisingly fast guy. Soon we came up to bones of large creatures. I smiled quickly walking into the shadows.
"Have a problem with light?" he asked suddenly to the left of me. I glanced at him before nodding.
"My home planet is completely dark with optional light issued." I explained still slightly squinting. "So what's your name?" I asked scanning the area for Johns and the others.
"Riddick. Your's?"
"People call me Kat." ahh so this was the famous Riddick or infamous, matter on opinion really. He was the most feared convict in the whole system. "Johns is seriously looking for a big payday." I thought out loud.
"That he is." I leaned against one of the bones my muscles still tensed ready to move if needed. Then a body trapped me to the bone. I narrowed my eyes my hands pushed into Riddick's chest his arms on either side of my head. I felt his nose lightly brush against my temple before he breathed out harshly "you smell like me." was Riddick's next statement. I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath through my nose. The heavy almost spicy musk of him was almost over powering, but beneath was something sinister. The scent of killer was a distinct one. Almost a tangy smell.
"I suppose I do." I said opening my eyes to stare at him. I wish I could see his eyes. See what lay behind the stony face. I wasn't too fond of not being able to tell what someone was thinking. I saw a slow smirk curl onto his predatory face before he leaned down slightly. I almost purred at the thoughts that invaded my mind, but the sound of talking cut all inappropriate thoughts away. He stepped away from me disappearing into the shadows. I looked around and above me. There was a nice crevice to hide in. I agilely climbed into the little cove of bone and waited.
I could hear Johns sweeping the area with his gun, the sound of the three boys playing around, the gibberish the holy man kept spewing, and the same flowery sweat filled scent of the woman as she walked around the large creatures bones. I held my breath and shrank further into the bone when I saw Johns pull his gun at me. He went on. He didn't see me. I let out a quick breath before dropping down silently to the floor again.
I looked to see Riddick had done the same thing. We both turned our heads sharply at the sound of someone approaching. The blonde woman walked by us on the other side of the ribs. She fiddled with her contraption. It seemed to be a breathing tool. She moved to sit down. I cursed her for being such a stupid woman. She couldn't feel the two pairs of eyes staring straight at her back. Dull human senses.
When Johns walked up I felt myself being pulled tight against someone's chest. I tensed my muscles and looked up with a glare. Riddick put a finger to his lips. I glared still annoyed he didn't think I could stay quiet…or in the shadows.
"Drink?" Johns offered. I decided to ignore the stupid woman until Johns said something that caught my attention. "What did Owens mean about not touching the handle?" I stopped breathing. "It's just between you and me Carolyn I promise." I stared fiercely at the back of Carolyn's head.
"I'm not your captain." I cocked my head to the side in wonder. Riddick pulled us farther into the shadows. "During the landing when things were at their worst, Owens was at his best." her voice sounded defeated. "he's the one that stopped the docking pilot from dumping the main cabin." her voice grew quieter. "the passengers." those two words had me nearly made me snarl. I curled my fingers into fists. She was going to kill us all. That fucking bitch!
"Guess I'm a little more glad to be here than I thought." Johns gave Carolyn his hat before they both walked away. Riddick let me go. I let out an annoyed huff but stayed calm.
AN: Well that's the first chapter. If a get at least one review I'll have the second up by Friday. I'm at my mother's tomorrow and wont be able to get to a computer. I have the whole story already written, but I would like to know if anyone would even read it before posting it all. So please review they make me happy. And a happy writer is a good writer…well usually anyways.