To all affected by the Bali Tragedy - Words cannot express the sorrow we
all feel at the loss of so many beautiful lives. All my love and support
goes out to everyone that was injured or has lost a loved one in the
attack. May the souls of the lost rest in peace and may the grieving find
hope once more...
Pitch Black 2 - Daylight
Chapter Four
He was awake when the first bumps of the landing could be felt. Had been awake for most of the trip, the bit in his mouth a cold comfort to the fact that he was going back, back to the place that had killed so many, that had taken so much, that had killed her and that had changed his life. He could see the memories of those days play across the backs of his eyelids as if he was right back there, could smell her as he breathed in her ear, could taste the sand and feel the sun. He remembered the darkness, darkness that to him was more home than the daylight. He could see the creatures, hear their purring breaths and their piercing screams, could feel the rain as it poured down, dousing the flames of their lanterns, a chill running through them all as the light dimmed once again.
Riddick clamped down hard on the bit in his mouth but his strength could not push away the memories, or worse still, the feelings that always came with them. He could still feel her breath as she screamed in his ear to get up. The pain that had coursed through his still stiff leg, and, worse than any other the feeling, her wet grasp slipping from his. Her gasp sending a block of ice down his spine, that gasp that ever since then he had never been able to forget, the noise often waking him in the night whispering her name..
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The rain outside had stopped she realized, her lack of any form of energy preventing her from opening her puffy red eyes. 'What was the point' she thought, it wasn't like she could see anything anyway. Fry didn't know how long she had remained there in the little enclosed compartment, listening to the creatures prowling outside, constantly slipping in and out of consciousness, waiting for the moment she wouldn't wake up at all. At first, after she had woken in the compartment the pain coursing through her was so fierce, she doubted she was going to live much longer, but after a while she had calmed herself, the pain had receded a little and she was able to think once more. Her shoulder was broken, she knew, probably from the fall when she had cut herself lose, and the tip of the aliens horn still remained where it had been stabbed into her back, her weakness and loss of blood preventing her from doing much about it.
She reached out her hand to the corner of the compartment, touching a little puddle of water that had pooled there from a leak between the lid and the wall. Fry supposed it was a feeble effort, continuing to drink the water, prolonging her agony, but like an addict she couldn't force herself to stop, taking sips or just sucking the moisture from her fingertips whenever she had the energy to move. White hot pain flashed through her shoulder at the movement, her panting breaths turned to gasp as she brought her cupped hand back to her lips and took a sip, her hands falling limp back to the floor as the conscious world balked and swam in front of her eyes, finally melting away to the familiar black that unconsciousness always brought.
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"It was crazy, that's what it was" Captain Martin mumbled to herself answering her earlier thought after taking her first look out the window at the planet they had just landed on. For the last half hour of the trip she had been in cryosleep and her partner Mark and second in charge of the ship and crew had landed the cruiser without her. Moving closer to the window and cupping her hands over the glass, as if the reflection was preventing her form seeing anything, Martin gazed out at the world outside. The area they had landed in was an open space amid the already existing little city that the three survivors had said was here. So far everything they had described had been correct, from the descriptions of the camp down to the very accurate descriptions of the noise the creatures made which she herself could now hear coming from the blackness outside. Her mind not wanting to think about how they were going to go about their research on the planet especially with those things out there, her thoughts returned to the man now chained in the cryosleep compartment. 'What in hell were they going to do with him' she wondered for the 100th time since learning of the extra cargo they would be carrying. God knew it probably would have been safer waiting and then taking him on a direct flight to the goal, by the noise coming from outside the ship she had enough to watch out for without having to worry about him creeping up behind them in the dark.
I'm so sorry it was such a short chapter. More will be typed soon.pinkie promise.
Pitch Black 2 - Daylight
Chapter Four
He was awake when the first bumps of the landing could be felt. Had been awake for most of the trip, the bit in his mouth a cold comfort to the fact that he was going back, back to the place that had killed so many, that had taken so much, that had killed her and that had changed his life. He could see the memories of those days play across the backs of his eyelids as if he was right back there, could smell her as he breathed in her ear, could taste the sand and feel the sun. He remembered the darkness, darkness that to him was more home than the daylight. He could see the creatures, hear their purring breaths and their piercing screams, could feel the rain as it poured down, dousing the flames of their lanterns, a chill running through them all as the light dimmed once again.
Riddick clamped down hard on the bit in his mouth but his strength could not push away the memories, or worse still, the feelings that always came with them. He could still feel her breath as she screamed in his ear to get up. The pain that had coursed through his still stiff leg, and, worse than any other the feeling, her wet grasp slipping from his. Her gasp sending a block of ice down his spine, that gasp that ever since then he had never been able to forget, the noise often waking him in the night whispering her name..
********************
The rain outside had stopped she realized, her lack of any form of energy preventing her from opening her puffy red eyes. 'What was the point' she thought, it wasn't like she could see anything anyway. Fry didn't know how long she had remained there in the little enclosed compartment, listening to the creatures prowling outside, constantly slipping in and out of consciousness, waiting for the moment she wouldn't wake up at all. At first, after she had woken in the compartment the pain coursing through her was so fierce, she doubted she was going to live much longer, but after a while she had calmed herself, the pain had receded a little and she was able to think once more. Her shoulder was broken, she knew, probably from the fall when she had cut herself lose, and the tip of the aliens horn still remained where it had been stabbed into her back, her weakness and loss of blood preventing her from doing much about it.
She reached out her hand to the corner of the compartment, touching a little puddle of water that had pooled there from a leak between the lid and the wall. Fry supposed it was a feeble effort, continuing to drink the water, prolonging her agony, but like an addict she couldn't force herself to stop, taking sips or just sucking the moisture from her fingertips whenever she had the energy to move. White hot pain flashed through her shoulder at the movement, her panting breaths turned to gasp as she brought her cupped hand back to her lips and took a sip, her hands falling limp back to the floor as the conscious world balked and swam in front of her eyes, finally melting away to the familiar black that unconsciousness always brought.
*****************
"It was crazy, that's what it was" Captain Martin mumbled to herself answering her earlier thought after taking her first look out the window at the planet they had just landed on. For the last half hour of the trip she had been in cryosleep and her partner Mark and second in charge of the ship and crew had landed the cruiser without her. Moving closer to the window and cupping her hands over the glass, as if the reflection was preventing her form seeing anything, Martin gazed out at the world outside. The area they had landed in was an open space amid the already existing little city that the three survivors had said was here. So far everything they had described had been correct, from the descriptions of the camp down to the very accurate descriptions of the noise the creatures made which she herself could now hear coming from the blackness outside. Her mind not wanting to think about how they were going to go about their research on the planet especially with those things out there, her thoughts returned to the man now chained in the cryosleep compartment. 'What in hell were they going to do with him' she wondered for the 100th time since learning of the extra cargo they would be carrying. God knew it probably would have been safer waiting and then taking him on a direct flight to the goal, by the noise coming from outside the ship she had enough to watch out for without having to worry about him creeping up behind them in the dark.
I'm so sorry it was such a short chapter. More will be typed soon.pinkie promise.
