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Pitch Black: Darkness Falls
Chapter 4: Animal Magnetism
Meanwhile….
Riddick had been watching the woman that had her foot caught in a cargo net. She lifted her head and looked around. Her eyes were glazed over. She shook her head trying to clear her mind. He caught a glimpse of her face for the first time. She was young, probably in her mid twenties. Her eyes were a soft hazel and yet there was nothing soft about them. Those eyes, he thought, had seen their fair share of suffering and death. Her chestnut hair fell just past her shoulders. Not too long, not to short. She was pretty but nothing spectacular. But she had a presence about her that he had never sensed in a woman before. And then there was here scent…Strong but feminine…Her sweet smell rolled over his body in waves. He inhaled it deeply, smiling in approval. She smelled amazing. He wondered if she smelled that good up close. He watched in silence as she tried to get back on her feet. He heard her bones cracking just before she screamed and fell back down. Just then, he caught a glimpse of her eyes again. But, this time they were glowing with a distinct silver glint he recognized all too well. Interesting, he thought. Her scent got stronger. It was intoxicating. He watched as she lay there, trying to regain her strength. He saw her wheels turning as a grin spread across her face. She let out a low chuckle and then a small gasp before passing out again. He wished he knew what she had been thinking about. Just then Johns began to stir. Riddick quickly busted his way out of his cryo-cell and hoisted himself up onto one of the ship's rafters, waiting for Johns to wake up. He smirked in anticipation of what he was about to do…
Isis opened her hazel eyes just in time to see Riddick swinging above Johns, getting his shackled feet over Johns' neck and using it as a choke collar. Mr. Johns flicked out his baton and began beating the hell out of Riddick who didn't give an inch. She let her eyes roam over his body. His muscled arms flexing as he continued to strangle Johns from above. Her eyes carved a path over his arms and down to his stone-hard abdomen. She felt a wave of lust wash over her. It'd been a long time since she'd been with a man and this one was extremely attractive. But, there was also an air of arrogance about him that put her off. She had seen the work of arrogant men first hand. Seconds from blacking out, Johns lifted forward…forward…and finally broke Riddick's grip on the support beam. He kept hold of Riddick's feet so that he would slam head-first onto the deck. John placed his baton on Riddick's neck. "One chance and you blew it, Riddick. You never cease to disappoint me," he remarked. She watched quietly as Johns chained Riddick to a pole with his arms cuffed behind his back. She knew she needed to bolt before Johns remembered her, but she couldn't move. Most of her ribs had begun to heal but she hadn't had the strength to get her broken leg out of the cargo net. She had no choice but to lay there and wait until she was strong enough to get up. She didn't even want to think about how painful that would be.
Johns still didn't seem to notice her lying there. She was, after all, lying very still. He seemed to be searching for something. She thought he might be looking for her. He rounded the corner and disappeared. This was her chance. She knew that she would have to snap that leg back into place, before it began healing in the wrong position. She braced herself and spun herself onto her back as quickly as possible. She heard a loud snap and felt a surge of agony course throughout her entire body. The pain was too much for her and she could do nothing but fall on her back, panting. She didn't even have the strength to scream this time.
"Do you need help?" A small voice whispered from a few feet to her left. Isis opened her eyes and saw what appeared to be a small boy looking down on her with big, sympathetic eyes. But her sense of smell told her otherwise, this child was definitely a female. She was dressed in boyish clothes and had a masculine haircut. Apparently, she felt a need to present herself as a boy. Isis wasn't sure why she would do this, but she was too distracted by her pain to care at the moment. She'd never been one to ask for help but there was something in this girl's eyes that made her believe she could trust her. And deep down, she had always wanted a little sister. She was in too much pain to answer so she just nodded. The little "boy" nodded back and began to gingerly unravel the net that engulfed her injured leg. It hurt like hell but she was touched by the tender patience of the child as she carefully unwound the sea of cargo net Isis was trapped in.
"Name's Jack," she said with a grin. "Isis," she replied with a weak smile. The girl finished just as Johns entered the room with his gun trained on Isis. So that's what he was looking for, she thought. "I wouldn't get too close to that one. She's dangerous," he said as he scowled down at them. Somehow Isis managed to flip him off. The girl giggled. "Beat it kid," Johns growled at Jack through clenched teeth. The girl did as she was told with astounding speed for such a small child. "Cute Hale, real cute," Johns whispered as he yanked her to her feet. She cried out as he forced her to put weight on her broken leg. She unleashed an inhuman snarl at him as he lifted her arms and cuffed her hands to the rafter above, just across from where Riddick was chained up. He backed away for just a second. She could smell his fear and she snickered at him in satisfaction which caused her immense pain. She ignored it as she glared at Johns with as much hatred as she could muster. He raised his baton but thought twice about hitting her when he caught a glimpse of her silver eyes that seemed to look straight into his soul. He thought better of it and decided to chain her feet to the ground instead. No need to piss her off further. In some ways, she scared him more than Riddick did-a fact that he would never admit out loud of course.
