Pitch Black and Ultraviolet


Chapter Eight

Riddick

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"They're breaching the hull." Caroline murmured.

I wasn't listening. I was busy with Angel, and nobody was paying us a rat's ass bit of attention, because we were in the shadows, being very quiet.

I had her on her back, and I was on top, but we weren't fucking, yet. We just kissed, our mouths moving harshly against each other as we explored each other with lips and tongues. She was soft and pliant beneath me, and I wanted to fuck her, but we didn't have time. I wanted it to last, not be a five-minute quickie while the others were busy fucking themselves over. Besides, I was a pretty great fuck, and as such, Angel, as a good lay, might not be able to take the fucking with out at least a little bit of noise.

I had my hands on her finally, though, and I could pet and caress. Her body was smooth, cool, and I had one hand on her breast, slipped under her shirt, while my other hand was cupping her cheek. My fingers slipped underneath the thin, cotton bra she wore, and touched soft, silken skin. My thumb brushed over her already taut, hard nipple, rubbing it and arousing it, making her arch against me.

"Please, Riddick-" She breathed, and then I found I could wait no longer. I had to have her, had to know the feel of that tight, hot little body as I slipped inside it and pierced that thin barrier of innocence with my monstrous desire. I had to bury myself so deep inside of her I could never get out.

My hand went to the waistband of her pants.

"Angie, Riddick! What are you guys doing over there?" Johns cried.

I swore, and Angel whimpered. I kissed her and gave her a look that said, Later, Angel-girl. Later.

We both stood, and they didn't see us until we came out of the shadows, clothes and hair perfect as they could possibly be. Jack looked at the two of us, murmuring, "Were you guys fucking or something over there?"

That's when we heard the scrabbled of claws on the hull of the ship.

"Oh, my God." Paris murmured.

"Come on, Johns, you got the big gage. Go look." I said calmly, and while nobody was looking I put my palm flat against Angel's gorgeous ass, feeling it through her Capris. She shivered.

Johns said quietly, "How about you get your hand off my sister's ass and you go look."

My hand didn't move, and I didn't, either. Paris started to rush away, but Angel tripped him, and he went sprawling.

"You don't wanna go out there, you don't know what you're dealing with."

"And I suppose you do? You, the bitchy ex-convict's whore!"

That caught both Johns and my attention. Angel was not a whore, or even bitchy. I didn't appreciate that kind of language, but before I could do anything, Johns kicked him in the gut.

"Mike, no! Don't!" Angel shoved him back. "Leave Paris alone, Mike. Okay, Riddick, you and I, this way."

She motioned us through a hole cut in the wall, and we went in first, followed by the others. I gave Paris a considering look when he came through. All he did was complain about how much he hated this. Angel and I went on ahead, scouting out. Soon enough, we became separated.

I didn't like that very much.

"Angel!" I shouted in a very low whisper. "Angel!"

She didn't answer. I felt something wet and hot land in front of my feet. I looked down at it, then up. There it was, one of those beasts from the underground. Darklingers. I merely melted into the shadows, keeping very, very still. I would have been fine, but then one of the three Arabian kids caught the beast's attention. And I saw Angel. Her eyes were shifting between the boy, the beast, and me, and she wasn't moving an inch. She knew how to handle wild, dangerous animals. She'd learned by dealing with me for so long.

"You have extremely bad timing." I told the boy.

He caught his breath and trembled. Angel was quivering too, I could see it, but it was from the beastial urge to run and attack the beast. She might have been able to take it, actually.

I told the kid, "Just don't move."

Another one landed behind us, and the kid panicked.

He ran.

Another creature got him.

There was one right behind Angel.

Right. Behind. My. Angel.

She didn't move, she sensed it behind her. But she was in trouble. Sooner or later, whether she moved or not, it was going to go after her. She swallowed hard and looked over at me. Something clenched in my gut. I didn't want her to die, she couldn't die. I... I hadn't fucked her yet. She sighed, and the beast made its move. She dodged. One of its claws cut a length of flesh out of her leg.

She cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

I made my move.

I ran.

I ran to her, scooped her up in my arms, and bolted. I knew I could carry her for a long while, and I knew a long while wasn't going to be very long. We were down one corridor, going up another, when pain flashed in my head, fragmenting my skull so that I threw myself out of the blind, migraine causing light and let them shoot at the thing till it was dead.

Angel was lying on my chest, bleeding, and I had my arms around her, holding her close. Those bastards from a child's nightmares were no fucking way gonna take her from me.

When we stood, I had to hold Angel up, supporting her. She knelt down while the others were playing with the darklinger's corpse. I watched her as she allowed her quills to expand, fluff away from her leg and fluff out.

"Riddick, hold your hands cupped under the stingers."

I did as she said, and she began stroking the quill from base to tip. It was almost like how I imagined she fd be stroking me when the time finally came. By stroking the quills, she was causing them to create more bufotoxin and venom. That stuff, poisonous and probably deadly if in the bloodstream, was pooling in my hands. When she stopped, she then dipped her fingers in the yellow-white poison and spread it on her wound. Almost immediately, it hardened into a amber colored shell of hard... stuff. Soon, I couldn ft even smell her blood anymore. Which means that neither could the monsters. She was okay now.

I looked around. Nobody was looking, so I quickly cupped her face in my hands and kissed her.

gDon ft scare me like that again. h

"Come on, let's go. We're going... Angel? Riddick? Where are you guys?"

I scooped her up again and we emerged back into the light. Jack was looking at us with an amused, sly grin on her face.

"Oh, there you are."

The three of us spaced out after that, until we heard Johns yelling.

"Why don't you just shut your fucking mouth for two seconds! Fuck. Let me come up with a fucking plan that don't involve mass suicide."

"How much do you weigh, Johns?"

"What does it matter, Caroline?" He asked the blond woman.

"He weighs 79 kilos." Angel said. "79 kilos of gutless white meat!"

"Keep your goddamn mouth shut! You obnoxious, fat cow! Where are you going?"

Angel, having been set down beside Jack, glanced up at me sharply. Her brother had a gun to my throat and I had a knife to his cock and balls. He looked down when I glanced below his belt.

"Fine. Whatever."

He sat back.

"Look, Mike, Carrie is right. We have enough light here and in the crash wreckage to get back to the settlement, load the cells into the skiff, and get our asses out of here."

Johns gave her a look of pure contempt. He was pissed that she wasn't taking his side, and having Johns pissed at Angel was not a good thing. Anger meant tension, and tension meant disconnection of the group mind. I'd seen that happen between those two, and usually they ended up getting hurt because of it. Well, I'd watch Angel's back. And while I was at it, who'd blame me if I kept an eye on her tight little ass? I didn't say anything about Johns.

"Are you sure you can get us back there? Even in the dark?" Imam, the Holy Man, asked the blond. She looked at each of their faces, then at me. I groaned as I stretched out, then sat down. Caroline murmured, "Give me just a few minutes. Say five. Maybe less."

While she was thinking, Angel crawled over to me and put her head down on my knee, her hand on the other knee, just like she'd done when she was a girl. I stroked her hair, as I'd done then, holding her hand, and bounced my knee a bit. She began relaxing after that. Long-ago memories made her smile softly. I smiled because Johns was watching, looking down right livid.

"No," Caroline said finally. "I can't get you there in the dark. But those two can."

I looked up at her in surprise. Was she talking about Angel and me?

"The shine on your eyes, Riddick, can give us a lot, and from what I've noticed about Angie, what you can't see, she can. If you, for some reason, don't sense one of those things behind us, or one is hiding behind something, you know, her innate warning system will help."

"That's not all, though." Johns said. Everyone turned to look at him. Angel tensed up under my hands again. "My sister has spliced vision, and I mean spliced in a lot of ways. Her eyes are sharper than a human's, and she can do that cat thing, dilating her pupils and stuff. She has the eyes of a cat and a hawk. Those are the main DNA patterns. But when I say spliced, I mean really spliced. She also has double vision, like Riddick there."

"What's that mean? Riddick's got a shine job-" Jack said.

"But he can also perceive things normally. Angie can do that, but she also sees the world, the entire universe, her environment, in psychic perception. She sees everything, light or dark, hidden or unhidden, and if she wanted to, she would be able to know everything. My sister's a freak."

"Got that bloody right," Paris murmured.

I looked at him, and he fell silent.

"You shouldn't say things like that, Paris. You, either, Johns, she's your fucking sister for crying out loud."

Caroline was angry. Why was Miss Caroline Fry angry? I inhaled deeply, pushing past Angel's glorious smell, the scent of the girl and her blood, the men, and concentrated on Caroline. Her scent wasn't entirely human. But mostly. So... she was spliced. She had spliced animal DNA. Just a bit, but enough. She had rattlesnake DNA, and eagle. Most pilots were indeed spliced humans, because certain animal splicing improved their reflexes and their vision, making for better pilots. And as a child, she'd been made fun of for it, I expected, so she was protective now of Angel.

"I can say whatever the fuck I want about my backstabbing whore of a baby sister, Caroline."

I interjected with a quiet "hmph."

Johns looked at me, snarling, "You gonna say something, Richie? Huh? Say something-"

"Mike, shut the fuck up, and leave Riddick and Carrie alone." Angel's head didn't move from my knee, but she was trembling with anger and sadness.

"Angie, don't you fucking start with me!"

"This solves nothing." Imam murmured firmly. What was with that guy? Didn't he ever get mad? But we all calmed down. Except myself, of course. I was always calm. Even when I killed.

"Personally, um... I think the fact that she can do that stuff is pretty cool." Jack said.

Angel flashed her a dazzling smile, and Jack blushed and ducked her head. The Arab kid was jabbering excitedly, and he crawled over to Angel and hugged her around the waist. She laughed nervously and patted him on the back.

"He says you are an angel sent by God, to protect us. He says that you must be an incarnation of Gabriel, the Angel of Light, and that Michael, the Angel of Fire and Darkness, follows in your wake to protect us." Imam smiled at the two of us.

They weren't talking about me when they said Michael, were they? Hahahaha, yeah right. Probably talking about Johns, the blue-eyed devil.

Angel gave Imam a confused look and then put her head back on my knee.

"Alright, we have enough light to do all this, but perhaps we can get a little more. Angie, did you see anything... useable?"

She nodded.

"The glow-string things in the walls and hanging from the ceilings in the wreck. Spirits. And jelly fish oil."

"Spirits!" Paris cried, exultant. "Anything over 45 proof burns rather well. Ten bottles, at least, I believe. And Miss Johns has her own, don't you?"

"Yes, Greek Fire. Love that stuff, knocks me flat on my ass when I need to sleep. Absinthe. Also knocks me flat on my ass."

I gave her a sardonic smirk.

"Angel-girl, you drink? Tsk, tsk."

"Shut up, Riddick."

Johns got her attention, snapping, "Where the fuck are we gonna get jelly fish oil?"

Angel flipped him off and looked at Caroline.

"Riddick and I will get the oil. The JF oil glows at about thirty to fifty watts, depending on how fresh it is, and silver scale oil burns pretty easy, and lasts a long time. The smell's pretty disgusting, too, works kinda like bug spray." She looked up at me and shivered. I lifted up her hand. It looked like I was inspecting it, but I was actually smelling it, trying to catch any clues to her thoughts from her scent. She was nervous again, and slightly aroused. What was she thinking of?

"Okay. Let's go." Caroline ordered. We got moving.

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Author's Note: Just messed with the grammar and formatted the chapter. Now, I realized that by definition, Angel's a Mary-Sue, but from the positive turnout for this fic, I figure I'm pulling her off without true Mary-Sue-ness, so why mess with a good thing, eh?