(Disclaimer: I own none of the Pitch Black or the COR characters.) Ok this fic gets a little graphic so if you have a weak stomach turn back now. Give me reviews if you do or do not want me to continue, either way I might. I just need reviews.

I walked along the road in the dark. Heading home from a long day of work, I dropped out of school because there was no reason to finish. No body cared enough to stay after that night. I walked a few blocks before stopping and listening to the sounds around me. I could hear a man breathing, and a chill went up my spine. I knew I was being followed watched. I started walking again; walking another few blocks I stopped again to listen to the sounds of the night.

"Paranoia." I murmured to myself. I took a few mores steps hearing water drip I stopped and turned around looking at nothing but the dark and empty streets. I started walking again, returning to my slow pace. My hands in my coat pocket, my legs covered in goose bumps from the cold air hitting them under my short skirt. I started walking faster when I heard something metal fall. "There's nobody there." I whispered to myself. My street came into sight and I narrowed my eyes on it.

"Come." I heard someone say soft and low, like the wind was calling me. I kept my eyes on my target. You'd think living on this planet for 10 years I would get used to the wind talking. Still feeling like I was being followed I stopped to remember if I take a left or right.

"Come to a street that crosses's and at one corner is a little house with a star on it. Take the street across from that house." I said remembering what the paper said. I look at all four of the houses for a little star. I saw it on the house to my right and turned left. I walked to the end of the street and looked around at the houses.

Was it the third house on the right or the fifth house on the left? I thought as I looked at the houses. Chrissy, couldn't you have drawn me a map? Or written it down for me? I thought again trying to remember which house Chrissy lived in.

I closed my eyes, and when I did a hand covered my mouth and another wrapped itself around my waist pulling me to a dark alley on my left. The man who carried me was large and muscular by the way he lifted me up like a toothpick.

He threw my small body at the ground; I rolling a few times I hit the brick wall at the end of the alley. The man growled and walked towards me; his boots hitting the pavement with every step he took. He grabbed my arms and pulled me on my back. When I looked at him I couldn't see much it was dark. He grabbed my wrists and held me down, taking his knees and pressing then against my forearms holding me down. Again the man growled.

I struggled to get free from his grasp, trying to flail my arms and lets. But every attempt failed. One of his hands combed through my long brown hair. Changing positions the man pushed up on his knees on my arms causing him to hold change his knees with his feet. He was holding down my arms with his boots and my body with his as it sat almost right on top of me. He laid his hands on my face and trailed then down my neck to my chest, then to my stomach, then to the bottom of my skirt; pulling it up and pulling down my underwear. As he sat on me I felt him harden and lengthen. I screamed thinking someone would hear me but no one came to my cries. His right hand held my knee and creeped up my leg until he got to my thigh, stopping and growling he stroked between my legs with one of his fingers. He positioned himself at my opening; he centered the head and started to push forward, a moan escaping his lips. I screamed louder and louder as he started to fill me, halfway in he thrusted into me to the hilt making me cry out even louder. Tears fell from my face to the already wet ground. He began his pace, speeding up, withdrawing out of me and then slamming back in making me cry out again...and again...and again. I could feel him pulsing inside me. I struggled more trying to escape his grasp but it was useless. He looked at me and went faster, he pistoned in and out of me making me cry harder. I could feel him pulsing inside of me as he experienced his liquid orgasm. After a few seconds he was gone and I was laying on the ground cold, scared and alone, crying into the darkness. I stood up pulling my underwear back up and wrapping my wet coat around my body and walking slowly out of the alley.

"Jack are you ok?" Came a sweat voice from the street. Chrissy ran towards me with a concerned look on her face. "Your all wet what happened?" She asked pulling off her heavy coat and wrapping it around me.

"I tried to find your house but I couldn't' remember which one it was and this guy came up and threw me at the ground and rapped me." I cried to her as she guided me to her house.

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