Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Black…as much as I would love to own Riddick. I only own Liz.
I felt like I couldn't breathe, apparently I wasn't the only one. I immediately found my brother standing nearby looking out into the distance. The heat was horrible. The two suns in the sky were shining down like there would be no tomorrow. Fry and the others stood on the top of the ship, talking about the air and if there were any survivors. Then they all headed over to another piece of the ship to find Paris's, another survivor, supply.
I stayed behind to compose myself. Johns' arrogance was something I couldn't handle anymore. He could have helped that man who died. Damn him.
I sat down in front of the opening of the ship, staring out to the horizon. Suddenly a hand came around and covered my mouth, slamming me back into something hard. A deep, animalistic voice spoke to me. "You better be quiet and not say a word about this to your brother over there."
My hands came up to the hand over my mouth. The hand was rough and strong. Another hand came to my waist and then I was spun around. There in front of me was Riddick, every last muscular part of him, within inches of me.
My breath quickened and my heart was beating so loud, I was sure everyone could hear it. I still couldn't see his eyes. They were covered by these black goggles, which I had seen earlier in my brother's bag.
I nearly fainted being so close to the murderous villain my brother had chased for several months before recapturing. Riddick sensed my fear and pulled me closer to him. I was shaking.
"Afraid?" he asked in his sexy voice.
I didn't say anything. I just nodded. He smiled. I could have melted in his arms right then. "Good, then I know you won't say anything when I escape."
He dropped me suddenly and walked passed me. I didn't move. My body was still shaking. After what seemed like hours, Johns returned.
"What are you doing?" he asked me in disgust before passing by me into the ship. He came out a few seconds later and grabbed me violently by the arms.
"Where the hell is Riddick?" he screamed at me. I said nothing. Johns looked at me violently and then slapped me cross the face. I fell to the ground due to the force. I could do nothing to stop his foot from connecting with my stomach. I coughed and struggled for air as he walked past me to look for Riddick.
I regained my breath several minutes later. Johns and several of the others were gone. I sat up. I began to wonder at how long I had been lying there when I heard a noise in the ship. I stood up and began walking into the ship. My eyes darted back and forth, looking for the source of the sound.
I wasn't watching where I was going and tripped into something hard. Then two arms came up on both sides of me and lifted me into the air. It was Riddick. I guess he didn't leave the ship.
My eyes grew wide with fear and interest. He pushed me back against the hull of the ship. I was trapped between him and the hull. He lowered me back down to the ground, but didn't remove his hands from my shoulders.
"So, told Johns where to find me?" His sensual voice sent shivers up and down my back. His right hand moved to a small weapon he had at his side. In a flash he had the point at my throat. Fear surged through me.
"Didn't you?" he asked. I looked directly into his black goggles where his eyes would have been, "No, I didn't."
Suddenly my stomach began to remind me of how angry Johns was going to be and how much I had paid already for my silence of Riddick's escape.
"Maybe I should have," I said. Riddick took the point and brought it closer to me, I could feel it at my throat.
"Now, why would you want to do something like that?" he asked in a clear, calm voice.
"It's better to die at your hands then to live at my brother's," I told him in a clear voice. The point dropped from my throat and Riddick took a step back.
"How interesting," he said before walking away. I grabbed my stomach again where Johns kicked me earlier. I felt like throwing up. Then I heard three gunshots right outside.