Author's notes: I forgot to mention it in the previous chapter, but I do not claim ownership of Pitch Black, Chronicles or Riddick, or any of the characters and story lines therein. Please do not sue me LOL I'd also like to thank everyone who stopped by and read my story. I would like to give a special thanks to Princess Leah Skywalker for being the first user to add me to her favorites list. Such an honor! So, thank you! Alrighty then, back to the story.
Pitch Black: Darkness Falls
Ch. 2
Suddenly, more objects erupted through the glass chamber Isis was trapped in, just missing her head by centimeters. I've got to get out now, she thought. She'd been fully capable of breaking free from her prison since the moment she was put in it. She had just been waiting for the perfect opportunity to bust out and escape, or even better, to kill Mr. Johns. This might be her only chance to kill him and escape. She promptly broke free of her restraints and kicked through the glass with effortless ease. She fell right on top of Johns, knocking all the breath out of her. But before she could even lift a finger, the back half of the ship exploded in a dizzying whirl of dirt, rocks, and sunlight. The impact threw Isis right off of Johns' body and straight into a wall, causing her to black out.
Slowly, Isis began to stir and attempted to rise to her feet. She let out a painful cry and fell back down again. Several of her ribs were either cracked or completely broken. Not to mention that her foot, now caught in some kind of cargo net, was twisted in the wrong direction. Damn. This day just keeps getting better and better, she thought. She lay there, letting her accelerated healing catch up with the extensive damage her body had taken during the crash. It's times like this when she was happy to be part demon, or at least that's what the prison guards at Crematoria had called them. Crematoria, the most secure prison in the universe, she mused. Apparently not secure enough, considering she was out and about. She let out an amused chuckle. That was a mistake, pain racked her body and she once again fell unconscious. She didn't want to go, but mind dragged her back to the day of her escape.
Flashback:
It was so dark… Darkness so strong that it felt like it might crush her. She was a girl of barely 18 years old, scared and alone. She had been just a child when she was convicted of a triple homicide after she went postal on some "mercs" who killed her father. She never knew who called the hit on him because she had killed every one of them in a fit of rage and unbridled violence. With no one to back her story, she was deemed mentally insane and a "danger to the public." She was thrown into the deepest, darkest hole the universe had to offer and had been forgotten about. For two years, she'd lived this way. She couldn't take it anymore. She was getting out dead or alive, preferably the latter. She hated not being able to see what lurked in the shadows, because nothing could stop her in broad daylight. No, no one could match her skill in combat. At least no human anyway... But, humans were the least of her problems now that she was trying to escape this shit hole they call a prison. More like hell… Or at least that's what it felt like as she rounded a corner and came face to face with a living nightmare, a hell hound…
Its haunting silver eyes locked on her like a homing beacon. She watched in horror as saliva cascaded over the side of its jowls like a gooey waterfall. She melted her back into the wall, careful not to make any sudden movements that would set the demon off. This is it. This is how I'm going to die, she thought as the hell hound began edging its way ever so slowly in her direction. It had all the time in the world. She wasn't going anywhere. It dropped into a crouching position, ready to pounce. Isis closed her eyes. Suddenly she heard the buzzing hiss of an electric prod and smelled smoke. She opened her eyes in utter disbelief as a guard burned the fur right off the rump of the now royally pissed off hell hound. It yelped and took off like a rocket growling insults over its shoulder as it ran away.
The guard turned his sights towards Isis. She shrank away from his gaze, so full of hatred and contempt. "You're not going anywhere," he growled as he yanked her arm and began to drag her towards the hell hound's pit. Isis kicked and screamed, "Let go of me! Please, don't do this!" The guard just kept dragging her towards what she was sure would be her death. "This is what happens when you try to escape," he growled. "You're going to entertain our demons for a bit sweetheart." He unlocked an empty hell hound cage and threw her in. She watched in horror as he and three other guards began to lower her cage into a pit filled with at least a dozen ravenous hell hounds. "No, please! I promise, I'll never try to escape again," she pleaded. The guards just laughed at her and lowered her even deeper into the pit…