Warnings: Dark, torture, mentions of rape, rape, gore, language
From here on out it is all dark and no shine my friends, so better grab a flashlight because there is no light in this darkness.
I'm putting the story on adoption for anyone who wants to finish the story and follows the requests I will put up for that. I want the story to stay as it is without changing to some happy fluffy story or if you're going to turn it in your own version, remember; This is a story with cruel, horror moments, some fluff or humor is allowed but not ALL the time. Therefore I put it up for adoption to anyone interested as long as they keep the characters as they are and the story as it is (and of course are not afraid to write a few lemons ;p)
If you wish to make a story completely alterated from the original, I don't mind either. As long as you keep it dark, realistic and give it a good twist that makes it unable to follow along the Original story but still have a 'similar' ending. This is to show the true colors of the Riddick-verse. The mercenaries are filthy so show it! Give it that twisted, psychotic turn that shows the true color of this world.
The duo left their allies behind on Helion. The skiff they were in was in bad shape, they both knew this. They also knew that if they wanted to create some distance they had to switch this heap of junk for something …. newer.
They flew the skiff to a neighboring planet of Helion Prime. Landing it, the duo stepped outside and looked around the docks for a better ship. Riddick and Blade shared a glance before they split up and each went to the other side of the docks. Eventually they both found a handful of ships that were in good condition and had a reasonable price to them. After an hour of searching and not finding any others that caught their interest, they met back at the skiff again.
"Found two ships on the East side of the docks. Small, practical, good condition." said Blade softly.
Riddick nodded "Found also a ship that was in good condition. Twice as big as this heap of junk…" he pointed his thumb at the skiff, "and had cryo-chairs in 'em." Blade hummed deeply at the mention of the chairs.
Their discussion was made without words as they stared at each other through their respective goggles/glasses before it suddenly ended as Riddick turned around and walked back the way he came with Blade following close in tow.
The two found the ship and after a quick inspection they went to look for the owner.
Once found, they started haggling him over the price of it. The man was easily intimidated by their bulky forms, which worked in their favor as they quickly managed to buy the ship for a very reasonable price. The now previous owner was sweating and relieved when the duo left. Even if they bought the ship for a price lower than it should have been, he rather had less money than stay anywhere near those two.
They gave off some bad vibes and he didn't want anything to do with thugs if he could help it.
Riddick and Blade entered the ship and sat down in the piloting chairs. The bald convict started flipping some switches as his companion pushed buttons and pulled a lever. The sound of the ship's engines slowly hummed to life and vibrated slightly as it lifted off the ground and slowly took to the air. Riddick pulled the joystick all the way to him and the ship flew suddenly off at high speed into space.
The vampire-slayer turned the computer of the ship on and typed in some numbers and pressed a few buttons. "Cryo-chairs activated. Cryo-gene initiated." said a female voice before Blade pushed another button and turned his gaze to space. "Chairs 're ready. We still goin' as planned?" asked the hunter calmly as he slowly turned his gaze to his partner.
Riddick hummed. "Yeah. Got nothin' left here. Better to forget 'bout them and be as far 'way as possible." he rumbled as he pushed another button and the humming of the engines went down.
He stood up and sat down in the cryo-chair behind his pilot chair and hooked himself up. As the clamp of the chair went over his arm, a needle stuck itself in his arm. As the cryo-liquid was slowly pumped into his arm, Blade let out a soft sigh and he got up and walked to the cryo-chair next to Riddick's and sat down in it.
As he put the clamp over his arm he smirked as he thought back to the trio, or rather, the woman that was with them. "Gonna be hard after the way we ended the deal." he mused and Riddick smirked as his mind flashed to the young black-blue-haired woman. "Still better than stayin' there. Too much open space. The mercs would find us too fast." he rumbled softly as his eyes started fluttering and his mind grew slightly hazy.
Blade hummed as he felt the cryo-liquid start to work. "Stupid fuckers." where his last conscious words before he fell asleep.
They had been in cryo-sleep for about a month when the hull of the ship was suddenly breached. The ship shook violently which alerted them and even though their minds weren't really affected by the cryo-liquid since they were more animal than human, that didn't mean their bodies weren't.
The fluid made their bodies feel heavy and slow. The ship's computer started calling warnings. "Hull breach contained! Hull breach contained! Unauthorized entry! Warning: Unauthorized entry!"
Blade and Riddick saw the hatch of their ship open up and a group of twelve men stepped on board their ship. Each had a smile, grin or smirk on their face. The duo instantly recognized them as mercenaries and tried to move as fast as they could but the cryo-liquid was still in their veins and no matter how hard they tried they could barely move a muscle.
The group calmly watched the duo pull out the needle and the clamp off of their arm as they stumbled to their feet. A brown-blonde male with his hair tied in a low ponytail and cold grey-blue eyes stepped towards them.
"Well, well, well. Look what we got here, boys! A big catch today! Richard B. Riddick and Eric Brooks, two of the most wanted men in the universe. Lady Fate must be smiling on us today." sneered the man as he nodded his head and four men walked towards the duo carefully.
Riddick could barely keep walking straight but he still managed to quickly pull out his shiv and stab one of the guys in front of him in the gut. The other stepped back in surprise before he aimed his gun at Riddick. "Don't Shoot Him! We need them alive!" barked the leader suddenly.
Several other of the group came towards Riddick and some of them didn't have weapons on their body but they did have strange black gloves on that had a blue, glowing veins on it. Two men touched Riddick quickly on the shoulders as a third smashed the butt of his gun in Riddick's gut.
He grunted as shocks of electricity shot through his body from the gloves and a loud growl came from him. The rest quickly started beating him up as the two with the gloves zapped him some more until Riddick didn't move anymore.
The cryo-fluid running through his veins and the volts of electricity made his body numb. They took his shiv from him and picked him up under his armpits and dragged him into their own ship.
Blade was more immune to the cryo-fluid and managed to jump the nearest merc. He sank his fangs deeply into the mercy neck before ripping his fangs out in such a way that he practically tore the man's throat open, right over the artery. The man gurgled as he placed a hand over the wound desperately trying to keep the blood from spurting from his neck. But already he could feel the cold claws of death claim him as he fell to the ground.
Another hired gun with a glove cursed as he saw what Blade did to his partner and quickly placed his glove on the hunter's chest. Blade bared his fangs at him and punched him in the face, but the rest of the group came and beat him up, occasionally zapping him with their gloves until he too stopped moving.
His body had been sluggish from the cryo-gene and along with the beating he was knocked down quickly enough. If only they hadn't caught them off guard while they were in cryo. If only they had been more prepared. The leader grinned in victory, he wasn't too concerned about the deaths of the two mercenaries and merely left the ship with the two bodies . As the hatch of their own ship closed, he chuckled evilly.
"Quite a catch indeed." he chuckled.
Somewhere in space was a small grey-green planet about two times bigger than the moon of Earth. The population on it was low, only about 70.000 people. There were overall three cities with some forests to cover the space between each city. Out of the three cities only one city had a dock for spaceships. The second village specialized more in growing food while the last city focused on medical supplies. Even though the planet was small there were still some animals on the planet that were dangerous and once in a while someone got attacked by one. These animals were called garuga. It was a strange species that seemed to be a mix of a cougar and a wolf together.
The planet had lakes that sometimes spouted water up like small geysers. The lake had microorganisms in it that glowed which in turn made the lakes have a fluorescent glow. They glowed an eerie neon blue. The trees and bushes around the lakes sucked some of the water into their roots and made them glow an eerie blue also.
The garuga always hung around the lakes to catch some of the fish in it. Because they liked to hang around the lakes so much their reddish mane on their spine gave off a bluish glow because of the geysers spouting water all around. Another thing that made them stand out was that their hook-like claws glowed white all the time. The garuga had a long bushy tail that ended with a curl. Lastly it had a tentacle on its forehead that it used for mating rituals.
The people of the planet Aghera were peaceful and had not much trouble with mercenaries or criminals. One day a huge spaceship landed in the forest several miles away from the three cities.
The people of Aghera had never seen such a large ship before, seeing as those kinds of ships never came to their backwater planet. Naturally everybody was intrigued with it and some went to go check it out.
When they came to the ship they saw many people walking down the ramp at the back of it. Dozens of men in military outfits came down, followed by about a dozen men and women in lab coats.
They all ignored the curious crowd and watched as more men in military outfits came out of the ship but they each carried/pulled or pushed machines of all sizes and sorts with them.
For a whole year the people from that ship worked together as they built a large building in the middle of the forest. The citizens sometimes asked questions or tried to sneak a peak, but the military people forcibly removed them from the perimeters. After the building was finished, the villagers tried to find out what they were doing. Eventually they got their answer when one of the scientists told them that they were doing experiments on animals. Namely, the garugas. They found the race very interesting and wanted to implant the DNA into people to create super soldiers.
Of course this did not sit well with some of the villagers. As lovers of nature they protested against the experiments but were merely ignored.
A year later some of the protesters tried to sneak into the facility to try and save the animals but were caught and imprisoned there. A young woman with red, curly hair and grey eyes got an idea when she saw them imprisoned and decided to do some secret tests on them. A week later she was found out, but when she explained how the tests were for the super-soldier project they hesitated on firing her and instead followed her plan. At the end of the day the woman got a promotion and was happy with it. The promotion gave her a surge of power and she wanted more.
The leaders planned on getting more test-subjects and grabbed any and all villagers that protested against them and turned them into subjects. One after another disappeared from the three cities and the protestors decided to lay low. The leaders noticed this and knew that the villages wouldn't be a hassle anymore. Though that didn't mean they were happy with that. No, the fact that the protestors stopped coming meant they had no more excuses to apprehend people which in turn meant no more subjects.
But by now the scientists had human blood on their hands and wanted more. After a bit of arguing and discussing they decided to pick up people from nearby planets or ships that flew by and were in cryo-sleep to get new subjects. Years later the red-haired woman managed to blackmail a few superiors to get another promotion. After that she got one normal promotion and then slept with her bosses to gain a higher ranking. Eventually a few more years passed before she was finally the boss of the facility. For 13 years she worked in the laboratory with the four years after that she was the head of the place.
Over the years complaints of the cities around them rose up again. People slowly started daring to complain and protest again. Years of not one of the citizens disappearing made them feel a bit confident again. But now that the woman, (the redhead), was at the head of the lab, she tolerated no complaints or protests. Neither from any villager nor from the workers at the lab. Though her methods for experimenting were extremely cruel and sadistic, no worker dared to complain about it. The last few who did became part of the experiments themselves.
Not to mention one of the bosses she tried to blackmail years ago didn't accept that and took it up to the CEO. She somehow managed to hide the evidence and a few weeks later the man disappeared while a man similar to the boss was found as an experiment. The woman noticed the villagers' confidence again and hired some mercs to kidnap some of the complaining villagers. They were brought into the facility and were never seen again. The bought gunmen were almost as cruel as she and had no qualms in kidnapping other people for the facility.
The woman, named Rosy, found this interesting and decided to test their boundaries. One day she asked the soilders to bring in some criminals. It had been an idea that floated through her mind for quite some time now. A few weeks later the first criminals were brought in and tested. Rosy found out to her delight that the criminals were stronger than the villagers and the people they picked up from the shipping lane. After several tests on a few of them, she discovered that because of all the constant running, hiding and struggling to survive; the wanted felons were more resistant against the pain and harsh experimenting.
So over the years, instead of taking villagers and people from ships, she hired more mercs and let them bring in more criminals instead. Though there was a problem that was brought up with those people. Namely the fact that they always tried to escape. First they tried to merely overwhelm the guards, then they tried to fool the scientists that came to do tests on them. As a result of this there were a few that managed to escape and hid in one of the three cities. When the villagers found out that they were still conducting experiments, they were angered. But they also feared the facility. The people decided that if they couldn't complain, that they at least could shelter the criminals and hide them in their houses as part of their protest.
Rosy sent out the mercenaries again and they tracked the escapees down into the cities, where they realized that the convicts were being hidden by the people. Finding out about this, Rosy wasn't pleased and wanted to teach the citizens a lesson. She had thought that with how many people they abducted from the cities that the people would lay low, but no, they still showed defiance by sheltering their test subjects. Extremely angered by this, she sent out half of the guards to the cities and let them abduct as many people as they wanted as punishment. The criminals were eventually found by the mercs and brought back to the facility. Rosy was pleased with this and made the criminals and the villagers they caught pay dearly by upping the painful treatments on them.
Seven months before Blade and Riddick were caught there were still some criminals managing to escape. They faked the seriousness of their injuries and some of the scientists let them be brought to the healing wing. It was a simple suite of rooms with the necessary equipment for any kind of wound or illness. The Company paid for it all. The criminals that tried to escape by faking the seriousness of their injury always managed to escape. Rosy noticed this and took care of the problem at hand; if a criminal was seriously wounded they would send them to the medic wing and tied them down on the machine. The criminals noticed the change quickly and afterwards the escapes started lessening as it was one of the few ways left to escape.
The criminals were first tied down with leather bonds or ropes or whatever else but when the scientists noticed this didn't keep them down they changed the bonds to metal clamps which were almost impossible to escape from. When the facility was built and the experiments on the first people were done the Company received two kinds of messages. The first were the complaints of the citizens of the planet. They found out that the facility was part of the Company and send them messages hoping that they could put a stop to their inhumane experiments.
The Company was almost ready to do so until they read the other messages. These came from the facility itself and told them that the experiments on the humans made it capable for them to find out several things to create super-soldiers. Like how to enhance a soldier's speed or reflexes thanks to the DNA of the garugas. Naturally the Company was more intrigued by the relevance of those tests and decided to ignore the complaints of the citizens. Not only that but what many people didn't know was that the Company was actually very cruel and didn't mind the experiments conducted on humans as long as there was no evidence that led back to the Company in any way.
For they knew that complaints meant that there was evidence and evidence meant that the Company could be caught on some of their more… darker dealings. And they didn't want that. So they decided to ignore the complaints but send a message to the facility to take care of the evidence.
When the Chief of the facility got the message they understood. But they didn't know how to deal with keeping three cities quiet. After a lot of thinking they decided to ask the other scientists which brought the question to Rosy's ears and she said the following:
"The best way to silence someone without killing them is to instill fear in them. If they fear you they will fear the outcome of their actions against you."
This made the Chief think and gave them an idea. So they started threatening citizens, blackmailing them, kidnapping their children, doing practically everything to keep them quiet. Eventually they started taking any citizens that complained or dared to help escapees. It worked. The complaints and any other kind of protest stopped as the citizens started fearing the facility. Eventually they even stopped coming out of the cities unless it was to get supplies flown in or to leave the planet permanently.
While well hidden in the forest, the facility was not too far from the nearest city. It was necessary for moving supplies and collecting 'specimens'. That was what the scientists called the people the mercenaries stole out of the cities when they needed new test subjects. Most of the staff employed in the hospital and service jobs were drawn from the cities. Even though the people were not happy about the work done in the facility, they needed it for income and to keep the planet's economy healthy. So most of them looked the other way and tried not to see the terrible things that were done there. They had learned any that attempt to speak out got silenced.
The buildings were large, clean and looked like a hospital and ancillary structures. The offices and security were all on the main level to one side with windows looking out into the forest. At one corner, in one of the largest offices, was the head scientist's lair. A pleasant room to look at, it held her desk, a pc on that and filing cabinets with all the records of testing performed since the facility was opened.
The ceiling and furniture was white, the walls a soft, soothing blue. Two walls had large windows that opened onto the grounds and surrounding woods. The doctor's credentials were mounted in frames and hung on the other, interior walls. On the opposite side of the main floor was the guards' wreck room and the commissary. In the center were the actual labs, the experiment testing rooms and the recovery and operating rooms.
Several of the sterile white rooms were actual surgeries. Each contained all the equipment necessary and an adjustable metal chair/table with restraints and a large, glass retractable dome. Either the dome would be lowered and cryo gas pumped in to anesthetize the patient and keep him paralyzed, or a special machine would pump anesthetic liquid into the veins through needles inserted into the victim's arms. Normal surgeries were performed here as well as the creation of cyborg soldiers.
Nearby, in the guard duty room, there was a long console where the screens for the cameras were watched. Along the opposite wall were rows of lockers for weapons storage and personal items. The rest of the dull yellow painted area had several tables scattered in the middle and a bar on the end wall with stools for the guards to eat and drink.
The men, all Company soldiers and fortune-seeking mercenaries, were split into three shifts. They patrolled in pairs throughout the facility and two were always stationed before the cell doors and in front of the security screens. In all, the facility employed about one hundred of them. They were housed above, on the second and third floors, in dorm like rooms that each held four to six men. The central rooms on the second floor also held the areas for android repair and maintenance. These areas were well sound-proofed so as to not bother the staff. On one corner there was suite of rooms reserved for the facility director, right over her office and accessible by a private elevator.
The basement was taken up with the usual facilities. All the services needed by a large operation were there, janitorial service and supply, the equipment sterilization lab, the kitchens and supply rooms for that, including large refrigerated rooms and freezers. The power plant for the entire complex was there, too, taking nearly half of the underground space.
There was a second level below the basement. One that could only be reached by a specially coded, locked freight size elevator. The rooms here were separated by a central corridor and everything was built from grey, waterproof plascrete. Each cell could hold up to eight individuals. Chains suspended from hooks in the ceilings kept them apart from each other and secondary bolts in the slightly sloping floor could be used to fasten ankle restraints. In the center of each room was a drain for the every other day cleaning done by the janitors with heavy hoses and stiff scrub brushes on long handles.
The front of each room was clear, made from the same pasteel used in spaceship portholes. It meant the specimens were always visible to the scientists and the guards. Outside each room and at each end of the corridor cameras were mounted and always active, around the clock.
These rooms were where the current group of experimental subjects were held. Eight to a room, usually four males and four females. Since the main purpose of the experimentation was to turn a human being into a cold, unfeeling, programmable killer, most of the subjects were convicts or other unwanted people that would not be missed by the greater human society. Some had been stolen from the cities, others were protesters that had gotten a little too vocal in their complaints.
They were kept restrained at all times, unable to rest and naked in front of each other. As if the humiliation was not enough, some torture was also performed right in the cells where all could watch the one being tested and their reactions. Depending on the audience's responses, sometimes the subject was forced to endure more and sometimes the audience got the next punishment.
All of it was overseen by the facility's director. She was a brilliant scientist, if cold and cruel in her methods. She had worked her way up from a simple researcher to being in charge.
Not beautiful, but somewhat handsome, the woman had luxurious, medium length curly red hair. She wore it up in a complicated knot most days, making her large grey eyes more obvious. Her complexion was dark for a natural redhead and she was slightly overweight, with the large, strong hands of a surgeon. Most days, she wore a white lab coat over her clothes and sensible shoes. Never without her notepad and recorder, she traveled through the hospital checking on the people under her. Normally sounding quite reasonable, speaking in a soft, polite voice, she turned into a screaming, ranting shrew if she didn't get her way. More than spoiled, she was really insane and sadistic, the quintessential mad scientist.
So after enduring the usual humiliation of being stripped, searched and decontaminated, the pair of large men found themselves being hustled down the dreary, dimly lit hallways of the subterranean parts of the facility. Still groggy from the long time spent in cryo and under the influence of heavy tranquilizer drugs, neither had the energy to try and break free. Not that either one would have if it meant leaving his partner behind. But they did observe the route they traveled, the security measures taken and possible avenues of escape.
That would come later, after they'd had time to recover, regain their strength and discuss options with each other. For now, they remained docile, being still bitted, restrained and naked.
Their new roommates mostly ignored them as they were prodded into place and their cuffed hands chained over their heads. Snarling and growling only provoked the guards into the use of specially constructed gloves that carried an electrical charge. One tap to the head and a prisoner was out for the count.
When Riddick and Blade reawaken, they found their ankles now chained to the floor, as well. Shackles with about 30.48cm, (12 inches), of chain between their feet kept their legs bolted to the floor. The chains on their wrists had just enough play to allow them to stand flat footed. So they could keep their weight on their feet, or lean it on their arms when their legs grew tired. But at no time could they really rest, stretched between the bindings. They couldn't even lean against a wall as the prisoners were essentially hung in a hollow square. Facing each other, no one could long avoid the gaze of all the others, male or female. The pair did their own inspection while watching the other prisoners examine the newcomers. No one said anything to them.
They were given no breaks to relieve themselves or to eat and only twice a day received a small amount of stale-tasting water. Just enough to keep them alive. By the end of the second day, they understood the reasoning behind their horrible treatment and the need for the floor drain.
Break down resistance and destroy morale. It was the way the worst totalitarian regimes treated political prisoners, and those captured in war. Physical deprivation and psychological torture combined usually worked well in breaking your enemy's training. Or even his mind if continued long enough. Then he was malleable for whatever use you wished.
Riddick's greater experience with such things gave him an advantage that he tried to whisper an understanding of to Blade. He had to do it in short bursts, only when they could hear other prisoners, in other cells, being tortured. The big, dark, half-vampire seemed to understand, but he had a second weakness. With no serum and no blood, he would break first; it was inevitable.
Both had been beaten upon their introduction to the facility, by both the guards and the mercs dropping them off. So they both already had healing bruises, scrapes, cuts and sore muscles. And each day started off with a drink and another beating.
The guards were not choosy about who they worked over, either. Male or female, if someone caught their eye, that was the one they tormented. Most didn't stop until their victim was beyond begging for surcease and simply moaning or sobbing in pain. It only took one mistake before the convicts learned to close their ears and minds to the misery of their cellmates. Blade had rattled his chains when one of the guards abused a woman so violently that he dislocated her elbow. When she shrieked in agony, the darker convict growled and jerked, instinctively moving aggressively toward the guard.
He'd been punished for it, more severely than even she had been beaten. He passed out before crying out which did not please the guard. When he came to, Riddick murmured softly, "Next time scream when it gets bad. No shame. They quit sooner."
Blade rolled an eye, the one he could still open, at his friend and barely nodded. He spit a mouthful of blood at the floor and panted, "You're the expert here, Rid. Whatever you say."
Days passed; the beatings and torture continued with no letup. Broken bones, dislocated joints, lacerations from whippings, burns, starvation all had an effect in weakening not only their physical selves, but also depressing their will to fight. Just watching the other prisoners tormented and damaged ate away at any thought of resistance. Not to mention their own hours of pain-filled existence. The woman in charge had come in several times, accompanied by androids she used to do the actual torture. Once, she brought a strange, clamp-like device and they had fitted it around the chest of another man, a quiet blonde guy. He obviously knew what it was; as the androids approached, he had moaned and begged her not to use it. She only laughed and had the metal men apply the device.
He screamed as it was tightened, biting into the muscles of chest and back. But soon, it was so rigid, he could no longer make any sound, barely able to move his ribs enough to get any air at all.
The scientist stood impassively taking notes until the man's face turned blue and he passed out. Then she took blood and had him released. Her large grey eyes, cold and dispassionate roved over the others. Smiling, she pointed at Blade and her assistants moved to each side of the big vampire.
He snarled and squirmed, but they still got it on him and tightened it down. Blade was smart enough to make no sound at first. He tried holding his breath with his lungs fully expanded, but the androids simply kept turning the screws to clamp the device tighter. He finally had to scream when a rib cracked audibly enough for Riddick to hear it.
Twisting in impotent rage and growling, Riddick's eyes flashed silver in the dim room. The woman only laughed again, made a note in her booklet and she looked the Furyan over. She came to stand in front of Riddick and slipped a hand over his chest. He could see the new thought as it passed over her face. He swallowed, wondering what she was planning. He soon found out. Loosening the chain holding his arms up, he almost fell when all his weight landed on his weakened legs.
One android pinned his arms from behind and the other came at him with two large hooks, one in each of its hands. Held tight against the other android, he could only bellow in pain as the hooks were inserted deeply into the muscles of his chest. The android then attached them to long chains and the pair of them hauled him off his feet to dangle helplessly and bleed all over himself.
She went back to making notes on Blade, finally releasing him when he stopped breathing. One android held oxygen under his nose and he inhaled a great gasp, then grunted in pain from the broken ribs. His first instinct was to lunge at the metal man, but he was still restrained. Then he turned his head to see Riddick hanging beside him like a side of beef. His partner was pale and shaking, sweating from the pain and he panted shallowly. Other than that, he didn't move; it made the pain worse and tore the muscles more. Blood dripped slowly off his toes from where it had run down the entire length of his body.
Blade shuddered, not just from sympathy. The smell of Riddick's rich, Furyan blood was driving him insane. He licked dry lips and moaned, turning his head away. Riddick was eventually released, the androids coming back alone and removing the hooks. He was so weakened, he couldn't move his arms by himself. They patched the wounds and strung him back up, ignoring his moan of agony.
Riddick started to worry about his partner. Blade spoke less often, trying to conserve what strength he had left. Riddick knew the thirst was beginning to work on him, too. The constant scent of blood in the air was a special torment for him. Riddick had seen him several times, trying to press his nose into his own shoulder to block the smell with his own sweat. With only minimal water, everyone was always thirsty. Some of the women and even a few men had allowed the guards to abuse them just for the chance of an extra sip or two. And, of course the guards raped them right in front of everyone.
Once that happened they were usually removed from the group soon after. Spirit broken, it was time for the next step in their 'training'. No one knew where they went, only that they were always replaced. What the prisoners didn't know was that the 'broken' people were moved to another area of the facility and now, different experiments were done. They were given drugs to enhance their senses. It made them more sensitive to light, heat, pain and pleasure. Increased their sense of smell and improved eyesight.
They were tested for pain tolerance and trained to resist it. Some had surgeries done to increase their bone strength, increase muscle mass, or, like Riddick, improve their sight in various ways. Artificial limbs were added and the people were taught how to control them with just their thoughts.
Any that seemed promising, but had been too badly damaged were brought by hover-stretcher to one of the surgeries. They were restrained with adjustable, hinged metal clamps and repaired as needed. Usually without anesthesia, by the head doctor, as part of the ongoing experimentation.
Then many were given drugs and healing potions created right at the facility. These were specifically designed to improve healing abilities quickly in soldiers. Other injections were super-vaccines to protect from illness or biological weapons. The idea was to make these subjects nearly indestructible. Lots of other tests were now run, usually by the scientists who worked under the redheaded woman. Blood and other body fluids, sensory checks, endurance tests, psychological tests for compliance and loyalty, IQ tests to determine trainability. And at the end of each day, these subjects were now fed, clothed and given a cot to rest. They were slowly becoming an army. One totally loyal to their creators, the Company. They could be sent anywhere, programmed to do whatever they were commanded to and they would blindly carry out those orders.
One guard noticed that newest, big, very dark-skinned one seemed to be suffering from thirst more than the others. He thought it might be fun to fuck that one's ass. In front of his partner.
The guards hadn't taken long to discover that the two knew each other well. They'd come in together and whispered when they thought they weren't watched. But the prisoners were always watched. The convicts had only recently held a whispered conversation, worried about their weakening state. It was decided they would have to try and escape at the first opportunity, before they got any weaker. So, that morning, after the guards had slopped their charges, when the ugliest one laughed and grabbed his crotch in front of Blade, they knew their chance had come.
Patting the large man on one cheek, the guard murmured sweetly in his ear. "Hey, there, sweetie. You look like you could use another few sips of water. Yeah?" Blade's head lifted and he licked dry, cracked lips.
"I give you extra, you suck my cock, yeah?" The guard ran his finger over Blade's mouth. "No biting. On your knees. Give your legs a rest, too, yeah? Whaddya say, big boy? You wrap those thick lips around me and do it right, you get a nice reward."
The big, half-vampire bared his fangs and hissed, angrily. He knew what would come next and there was no way he'd tolerate that. His eyes widened and his head whipped to the side when he heard Riddick answer the guard.
"You askin' the wrong one, Boss." The guard sneered and stepped across to face Riddick.
"Oh, yeah? Why's that, cutie?"
"No experience. Got no idea what t' do. Me? I been in an' outta slam all my life. I'm good." Riddick smiled and circled his own lips with a thick, pink tongue. When the guard narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down, he added, "Wasn't always this buff. Learned a lot before I got this big."
The guard's partner stroked over his chin and elbowed his buddy. "Why not? What the fuck, if he ain't as good as he says, you can always do th' other one after."
"Shit, let's do 'em both. This one first, then fuck the other one." The first guard was getting excited by the idea of getting a blow job by someone who really knew what he was doing.
"I can do you both, " Riddick crooned softly.
The guards looked at each other and back at him. "You mean at the' same time?" the second asked, breathily.
"Sure, did that lotsa times. Just gotta let me down an' unshackle me. So I can give a good spread," he explained to their suspicious faces. "Then you can watch each other get off, too. Makes it more fun."
"Fuckin' A! That does sound like fun!" The first guard moved over behind the Furyan and began to crank the chain holding his arms over his head loose. He ran his free hand over Riddick's tight ass and was surprised when he arched his hips into the caress. "You like getting ass fucked, don't ya, big boy?"
Voice low and throaty, Riddick purred back, "Mmmm." He wriggled a little and the guard poked a finger at his ass. The convict let him get almost in and then clenched his muscles hard, trapping the guard's finger between his tight cheeks.
"Oh fuck, he's tight. I'm gonna blow like a rocket!" The guard was so turned on, he almost couldn't get his pants open. Riddick dropped to his knees in front of the second guard and looked up, as if asking for him to free his cock, too. What they didn't realize was, the big man had moved so he was almost directly in front of Blade.
As Riddick went to his knees while the second man fumbled at the front of his pants, Riddick just waited patiently, not moving. It forced the first guard to bend low over him to release the shackles on his ankles. Blade didn't move a muscle, quietly watching for the instant when Riddick would explode and make their escape possible. It wasn't long in coming. The instant his ankles were freed, the Furyan head butted the guard in front of him right in the balls. As he lunged forward, he also kicked out with one leg and swept the feet out from under the guard behind him.
As the guard before him folded over in pain, he snapped his head up, right into the man's face. It broke the guard's nose, driving the splinters of bone into his brain and killing him instantly. Riddick rolled to the side as the guard collapsed face forward onto Blade's feet.
Blade grinned and rattled his chains, not only pleased by his partner's quick actions, but also because the scent of fresh blood was making him want to bite. Someone, anyone, at this point. He was so thirsty, he was losing his mind from the smell and sight of all that beautiful ruby liquid pooling around his feet.
The second guard was still scrambling to his feet, trying to get his pants up and his glove free when Riddick landed on him. The big convict quickly flipped his cuffed hands over the guard's head and began choking the life out of him with the chain that bound his hands together. He would have snapped the guard's neck, lifting the man right off his feet by arching his back, except for one thing.
His friend's low, pained moan. The silver eyes turned to Blade, still hanging helplessly beside Riddick. Realizing the big, half-vampire would happily take care of ending this guard, the Furyan smiled and dropped the now unconscious man. He rifled the guard's pockets and found the keys to release Blade.
Nearly falling from weakness and his haste to get to that pounding pulse he could see in the guard's neck, Blade dropped over the guard like a blanket. He grabbed the man roughly and yanked his head to the side with a fist in the man's greasy hair. Riddick heard the flesh tear and Blade's gulping swallows as he drained the guard quickly and rather messily.
While Blade fed, Riddick walked over to the other prisoners. He released one woman's arms and tossed the keys to her. What she did with them, he didn't care. He simply figured a whole bunch of loose prisoners would confuse the guards more. And knowing humans, he thought she'd probably release as many as she could find. Probably ruin her chances of getting away. Not that he cared; it would make a good diversion for him and Blade. He stripped the guards' of their pants and shirts while he waited for Blade to finish. Although the clothes would not fit either man well, at least they'd be covered. They could always find better fitting garments later.
Finished and now dressed, Riddick checked his partner. Blade looked much improved after his warm, claret-coloured drink. The Furyan simply handed him the larger pants and shirt. He grinned when Blade slipped the guard's cargos on. They were about six inches too short. Looked ridiculous on him. Too big around the waist, too. Blade cinched the belt tight to keep them up. Riddick had to tear the sleeves out of his borrowed shirt because the sleeves wouldn't fit over his arms. Blade couldn't fasten his across his chest so he just tucked the ends in to the pants.
Stripping the dead men of their weapons and radios, the pair cautiously moved to the door. Blade let Riddick go first, knowing his unusual vision and excellent hearing would tell them if they could move safely. Head slightly cocked, the Furyan listened for a moment.
Determining they were alone, he peeked into the hall. He noted the cameras and quickly slipped under the first. Using the guard's electrified glove to short it out, he jerked his head for Blade to follow. In this manner, they made their way to the upper levels. Both freed prisoners knew they didn't have much time. The men watching the security video feed would soon realize something had gone terribly wrong. The alarms would sound and then the whole facility would be teeming with alerted soldiers looking for the escapees. They ran, headed for the outside. If they could make it out of the building, they had a good chance of disappearing.
Each time the big men came upon a pair of guards they quickly killed them and disabled the nearest cameras. Blade dragged one stunned guard with him into the elevator as they found their way out of the basement levels to the surface. He fed on that one as well, leaving the emptied husk lying on the floor of the car. Now the stronger of the pair, he took the lead, Riddick following him. Instinctively, they moved away from the part of the building that held the surgeries and the side where the guards hung out. Blade trotted down a corridor lined with offices, looking for an exit.
Suddenly, he heard his pal growl behind him and Riddick lay a hand on his arm. He waited, knowing there had to be a good reason for the Furyan halting him. "This way," the bald man whispered. "Th' bitch is down here."
Blade glanced at Riddick's angry face and understood. The doctor. The one that had caused them both so much pain. He grinned and nodded. Even though the alarms had just begun to blare, they would take a few minutes to get their revenge.
Rosy stood up from where she had been jotting notes on her latest tests, arranging the results and observations so she could write up another report for the Company. She would be assuring her bosses she had finally found the perfect subjects for their cyborg soldiers. Two big, strong men; defiant and unbelievably tough; near impossible to break. But she would manage it eventually. She knew every man had a breaking point; she just had to be patient and not let up in their 'treatment' until one or the other finally collapsed. The second would follow soon after. She just knew it.
Now though, she needed to find out the reason for the alarms. It was a very unusual occurrence. They had only been sounded once or twice since she had come to work here, never since she had taken over as lead scientist. She was shocked into terrified silence when her door burst open and the two prisoners leapt inside. The exact same men she had just been musing about. The larger, darker one was covered in blood from his face to mid-chest. He hissed, exposing those long canines and she had a sudden fear that he had killed by tearing out throats. The other, slightly shorter man growled, his eyes glowing silver and he slapped the wall panel, dimming the lights. He had blood on his face, too. His forehead bore a bruise and a spatter, apparently not his though. She saw no break in the skin.
Rosy gasped and backed up until she fell against her chair. Instantly, Riddick lunged across the room and closed with her. Her eyes got huge and she squeaked in fear. He looked murderous.
The Furyan reached across her desk, grabbing a fistful of her clothes. Lab coat, blouse and a bit of flesh, too. She shrieked in shock as he dragged her over the desk, spilling everything off the surface onto the carpeted floor. Before she got her breath, the big man spun her on the desktop, so now he leaned over her back from between her thighs.
"I'm gonna enjoy this, bitch," he hissed in her ear. Riddick held the woman down with one hand clamped on the back of her neck. He used the other to push the lab coat up out of his way and to yank her slacks to her knees.
When she tried to push herself up he let her lift about a foot and then slammed her back down, banging her face on the desk and partially stunning her. Rosy's eyes teared and the pain made her dizzy. She'd never been physically abused and the shock kept her helpless. Still, she knew what the prisoner was about to do and she was panicked in fear of more hurt. She whimpered and cried, begging him to let her go, to not hurt her, that she could give them anything they wanted. If only he'd let her go. Riddick only laughed and it was a mean and ugly sound. She shivered in fear, realizing he wanted to hurt her. Nothing she said or did was going to save her.
"Ever heard the phrase 'fuck me dry and hard', bitch? Well you're 'bout to find out what it means." Riddick leaned over her, having pulled her closer so her hips pressed against the edge of the desk. And he was pushed up tight to her now bared buttocks. His big, hard, hot cock pressed between her legs and she whimpered again.
He hissed, "Shut it!" and bit her on the neck so hard he drew blood. The scent made Blade growl and lick his lips. He couldn't wait for his turn. Rosy screamed from the pain and wriggled, which unfortunately only made it easier for Riddick to drive himself deep into her. And he did, tearing at her soft femininity, not stopping until he finally roared in pleasure and filled her with hot cum.
Pulling out, he wiped his cock off on her coat and leaned down to bite again, this time, one of her plump ass cheeks. She had been quietly sobbing, but now she shrieked again. He rolled her over and backhanded her across the cheek. "I told you to shut it! You keep squalling and I'll cut out your tongue."
She was certain he meant it, too, from the fierce way his eyes glowed and the intense frown. The other man grumbled from his post by the door. Blade was getting impatient. Rosy cut her eyes to Blade and knew he wasn't going to stop his partner. She whimpered softly, tears flowing freely as she realized she was probably going to die right here and now.
The half vampire checked the hall once more and strode over to the couple. "My turn," he hissed. Reaching for the woman, he lifted her to her feet and glared down into her frightened face. He grinned and licked his lips.
Riddick let him take her, only murmuring, "fuck her, but don't bite yet. Don't wanna end this too soon." Blade nodded and sat on the desk, holding Rosy by both upper arms. He pushed one foot onto her crumpled slacks, dropping them off her feet.
"Straddle me, you fat fuck. I'm gonna love having you ride me. If ya do a good job, I won't bite ya. If ya don't... well, last mistake you'll ever make," he sneered at her and lifted her up.
Having no choice, Rosy spread her thighs to each side of the dark, tattooed man's hips and sank onto his hard staff. She gasped, he barely fit, reaching all the way to the entrance to her womb. And she was already bruised from Riddick's rough treatment. Blade actually let go of her, leaning back on his elbows. Then he reached up and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing painfully.
"Ride," he snarled. Then he mauled the other globe, pinching and twisting the nipple until she gasped.
"Oww! Okay, okay. Please, stop!" she whimpered.
"Would you rather I bit it?" He grinned. "You will like this before I'm done." Blade stared into the terrified woman's eyes. "Say you like it." He tweaked the first breast's nipple, pinching and pulling on it, twisting it until he brought tears to her eyes.
She gasped again, flinching away from the pain. Blade frowned and growled, yanking hard. "Ah! Ow! Uh, okay. I like it, I like it!" she wailed.
"Good. Now ride like you're life depends on it. "Cause it does," he snarled.
So she did her best, bouncing and grinding on him until his eyes slitted in pleasure. "Mmmm," he rumbled and pushed up into her as she slammed herself down. It made her gasp in pain, he was going too deep, but she didn't dare stop. Tears running down her face, Rosy bit her lip to keep from moaning and kept it up until Blade groaned and shuddered.
She thought it was almost over and then she felt the other man behind her. Riddick slapped her ass as she came up off Blade, making her squeak. He laughed and leaned around her. "Hold her down, Blade. I'm gonna fuck her ass."
"Oh, God, no!" She wailed, to no avail. Riddick pushed her down onto Blade's chest. He wrapped his massive arms around her, preventing her from freeing herself. His legs shifted apart, spreading her more and giving Riddick room to step closer.
With a nasty grin and a growl of his own, the Furyan did just as he had promised, driving a big, hot, hard cock up her tight asshole. Pushing steadily in, he didn't give her any time to adjust before he began thrusting hard against her cheeks. The woman wriggled and moaned, but she was trapped between them, speared front and back by their swollen organs. Stretched beyond her limits, she shuddered and cried as both men pumped themselves into her hot cavities. Blade got tired of the noise in his ear and finally just twisted his head and bit her throat. She convulsed with one last shriek, trembling inside and they both came. Riddick pulled out, satisfied to let Blade finish her. He wiped his own fluids and her blood off his dick with the tails of her coat. Putting himself back together, he walked back to the door.
"Blade, hurry up. Company coming", he whispered a moment later. The big vampire hunter sat up, Rosy's unconscious, bloody body in his arms and took another couple of gulps, sucking hard to get as much blood as possible. He dropped her abused body on the carpet, wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve.
Riddick had closed the door and now spent a couple of minutes rifling through her desk drawers. He didn't find anything useful and moved to her pc that was still turned on. Quickly scanning through several sites, he found a map of the facility's grounds and another of the nearest city. The spaceport was just on the edge, but on the far side. They would have to travel for some distance through the forest before getting close and finding themselves a ship. Once there, they'd melt into the back alleys and do some looking around. Shouldn't take them long to find better fitting clothes, weapons and then they'd find themselves a way off this miserable rock.
Hearing the clump of booted feet getting too close, Blade tore the woman's jacket off her cooling body and wrapped it around his forearm. He stepped back to the big window and punched directly at the center of the pane. He was rewarded with a web work of cracks, so he hit it again.
This time, most of the glass shattered into shards that fell tinkling to the floor. What was left, the big hunter cleared with his coat-covered arm. Looking back at Riddick who was closing quickly, he leapt out and to the ground. Riddick followed, both men rolling as they hit the ground. Coming back to their feet already running, they covered the space between the walls of the building and the edge of the woods in only moments. They could easily hear the yells and frantic calls of the guards in Rosy's office. Somebody was gagging and another was screaming for a medic and the mercs. The prisoners ignored it all and disappeared into the safety of the forest. They quickly oriented themselves and headed for where they remembered the city was located.
The duo ran quickly through the forest. Their eyes flashing everywhere to anything that moved. A leaf, a bug, a small animal that jumped out of their path and quickly away. It didn't matter, they were happy that they were outside again and not in that stinking hellhole they called cell. Voices were heard behind them but only faintly. Their hearing was still as sharp as ever just like the rest of their senses. They snuck through the shadows of the forest, even though they were both built in muscle and looked to be quite heavy on their feet, they still moved as silent as cats through the darkened forest. It seemed that even has almost ended and dawn was on its way.
Suddenly something jumped out of the bushes and into Blade's path. A garuga stood proudly but tensely in front of them. Its front was slightly crouched and its upper lip curled up in a soft snarl. They didn't have time for this so Blade glared at the large beast and bared his own teeth, showing his fangs as well. The two had a short stare-down before the predator looked away as it bowed its head in submission. Blade snorted and stood up straight again as the creature jumped through the nearest bushes and disappeared. Riddick didn't wait any longer and started running towards the nearest city, remembering what the map had shown them. Blade followed closely behind.
They ducked and weaved and stalked through the forest and without much of a hassle they arrived near the edge of the city. The sun was slowly coming up, Blade glanced up at where the sun would rise and estimated they had about an hour left before the sun rose in sight. They ducked in the nearest alley and from there they stalked deeper into the city. Although they wanted to get off of the planet, they first had to get some better clothes and weapons. And goggles and aviators. God knew how much both men missed their appointed glasses. The duo looked around as they stayed in the shadows of the city, knowing they had little time before the soldiers would be here, they looked around for some clothes first.
They found a closed off store with an alley next to it. Blade glanced up at the roof of the house and smirked. "Window on top of the roof, we can get in from there." murmured Blade for the first time since they escaped the facility.
Riddick glanced up and also saw the window and smirked also. "Let's go." he ordered softly and both crossed the streets, unseen by any and all.
They found a dumpster in the alley and used it as leverage to jump against the opposite wall and from there used the wall as leverage to jump to the opposite and grab the edge of the roof. They both landed silently on top of it in a crouch and walked half-ducked to the window and to their luck they found it open on a crack and pulled it up fully. Then dropped silently went inside the store after making sure the alarm brought no trouble to the front door. They got new clothes that actually fit and then left the store again.
Riddick wore a black wife-beater with black cargo pants that were held up by a dark brown belt and combat boots. Blade had a tight black shirt but found no vest to put over it and also black cargo pants and combat boots. He also found some black aviators to his liking and took them. Sadly, Riddick had no luck with goggles and just opted for black sunglasses. They left the store, moving like ghosts through the alleys. Looking around a while, they found what they were looking for, a weapon shop. Breaking into this store was more difficult but they both had skills that they used to break in. Riddick quickly went to the alarm that was set off and quickly pulled it apart and ripped out a few wires and the alarm went silent once more. Riddick and Blade knew that they were losing time and quickly looked around for weapons.
Riddick found a pair of ulaks that caught his attention and, along with the sheaths for them, he put them away and grabbed some other curved daggers that he hid on his person. Blade looked around and found his attention by the swords and after grabbing them one by one and weighing them, he decided for the second one and put it on his side before he also took a dagger and hid it in his boot.
"Let's go. We wasted enough time." murmured the man as they both left the store and ran out on the street and down to the docks.
It wasn't long that they found the docks along with a few mercs near one of the ships. Both unconsciously growled when they recognized some of the mercenaries. The two came from their hiding place and snuck up on the bounty-hunters when they weren't looking. Grabbing their newly acquired weapons and just when one of the gunman noticed them and opened his mouth to warn the others he was cut off when Blade mercilessly beheaded him.
The other mercs then noticed them but got no chance to really fight back as Riddick and Blade made quick work of them. The latter stabbed and cut the ones he fought to pieces, going for the chest and stabbing them there before ripping their chest open as he ripped his sword out sideways. Blood splattered on his face and the face of the hireling's friend. But he didn't care. They wanted off and out of here. It was only luck that the very aggressors that had brought them here were standing right next to them. Too bad it wasn't all of them.
Riddick slashed the opponent in front of him across the chest two times and took a step aside. The guts of the man tumbled out as he cried out in pain and tried to keep them in his stomach. The merc next to him grew green from the sight and looked like he had to puke but Riddick gave him no chance as he expertly slit the man's throat and let the blood spray his face and shirt. Another combatant came from his left but Riddick gave no sign that he saw him except that when the man was in range he did a side-kick to the man's chest and made him fly back and let with a sickening thud against the hull of the ship behind him. One of them showed just how much brain he had when tried to sneak up behind Riddick, but he had heard the idiot easily and twisted around so fast the man had barely time to blink before he too found his throat cut.
Blade stabbed another man in the throat and did a back-kick to a merc that tried sneaking up on him. He pulled his sword out of the man's throat and with a expert flick of his hand he did a diagonal slash from upper right to down left. Blood sprayed on his clothes too but he didn't care.
Blade heard shouting and voice in the distance and cursed softly.
"Rid, we gotta go now." he growled and the other man nodded as he swiftly broke the jugular of the man to his left and then ran up the ship right in front of them.
They closed the hatch and went and sat down in the piloting chairs. Riddick looked over the board as he flicked switches and pushed buttons while his friend did the same. They heard the engines rumble to life and Riddick pushed a handle to his right up and then pulled the steering wheel towards him. The two felt themselves pushed back and quickly the ship took off into space and out of the planet's atmosphere. They couldn't believe it. Freedom. After all those days of torture and locked in that room with the others, they were finally free.
Riddick sighed deeply before his hand rubbed his chest where the two hooks had been inserted in his flesh. It had hurt like a bitch and he would always have the reminders of those on his body. Superior healing or not, the scars stayed. Blade also let out a sigh but not as deep as he rolled his shoulders. Both had been hanging in that room for days and were glad they were out of there.
Now it was time for them to hide. Somewhere where nobody would find them. Or at least not quickly, so that they could recover at their own pace of the torment they went through. Somewhere…. Cold. Riddick set the course and they both went to two cryo-chairs and buckled up. It would be a long trip before they got there. A very long trip. Hopefully this time there would be no interruptions. No ambushes of mercs. Just a long, sleepy trip to the UV system.