Black with Blue
Jack's POV
The asshole is interrupted by a beeping at his waist. Guess it can't be good 'cause he's cursing. Good, anything bad for him is a good thing.
"Yer coming with me, bitch. We'll finish this later."
Yeah right. Does anyone see why I idolize Riddick? Anyone? How about, fuck you and take no shit? LOOK AT MY REFERENCE MATERIAL!
He grips my hair and drags me away. I struggle; I need to know if Riddick is here.
He slaps me. When I get out, he will hurt badly before he dies.
Riddick's POV
He turned a corner and paused. It was dark enough that he could lift his goggles. Glancing around, he didn't see any windows.
Stalking through corridor he was almost overwhelmed by blood scent. He turned right, went down about four hundred feet, turned right again.
Many turns later, he found himself facing a room. The blood scent was strongest there, as was Jack's.
Sniffing, he found the scent of a man's arousal and the tart pang of Jack's anger. Growling, he entered the room, stepping in a puddle of fresh blood.
Looking around himself, he found massive amounts of blood, old and fresh, drying and dried. He caught the scent of death, old, older than Jack's fresh scent.
Settling himself into a corner, he hunkered down for a long wait.
Jack's POV
He makes sure to drag me by my hair and to hold onto my broken arm. What is it with these people and their power trips?
I smell a familiar, and hated, scent. The med bay.
I redoubled my efforts to escape. A visit to anything that had anything stronger than a medicated bandage always meant a new vaccine test on me. WHY THE HELL DID THEY ALWAYS PICK ME! I WAS JUST A SCRAWNY KID!
Didn't matter if it was a vaccine or not, they'd tested new drugs on me, so my immune system and my healing abilities had to be enhanced. Only one problem with that, there's a reason my eyes are cat green.
Totally unrelated, right? WRONG! Whatever they did fucked with my genes, made me immune to most poisons but also made some real changes to my physical features.
Why do you think I think Riddick's eyes are the second sexiest thing about him? The first being his voice, of course, how can you not be turned on by it? It's so damn sexy!
Anyway, shortly after stealing me back, they completed the changes started before I busted out. I now have vertical pupils.
Did I mention that I'm gonna get claws and fangs today? Athena alone knows how that's gonna react to the hammer blood in me.
Yeah that's right, my life has been fucked up since the beginning. Don't remember ever having a home, just the cold. A girl, she wasn't much older than five, took care of me till I was five myself, than she got sent to the Slam.
Amazing, a ten year old convict. Knowing her, she had the whole damn place quivering in their boots. Probably frightened them more than Riddick, by the sheer fact that she was there and he was a distant legend.
After that, some absolute bastard stole what she'd always said was mine. A convict helped me, a woman.
She patched me up; I don't think she knew why. She told me that I was still a virgin until I gave it up willingly. She stuck around till I was eight, than got ghosted saving my ass.
She smiled at me and said that at least she got one thing right in her life. After that I got dragged into some medical facility. Spent quite a bit of time there.
I didn't let anything get to me. Turns out all my roomies and fellow 'volunteers' were all convicts to, and guess who I run into? My old friend the ten year old convict.
She shows me around and points out the ropes. Than gets dragged away to test a new vaccine and never comes back.
Some fucker gets the idea that this means that I am no longer off limits. I ghosted his ass. Felt great too.
So his buddies get into a right state, huh, to emotional, wonder how they survived as long as they did. Anyway I ghosted their asses too. Did it while they were trying to rape some girl.
So I'm now the head convie. And I just sit there and wonder how the hell it happened. I turn twelve, no bleeding.
Hallelujah, I can still pass as a boy to the dumb-ass guards. No one is gonna rat me out; I'll shiv 'em right after taking their balls.
I wanna prowl again! I wanna go out after Lockdown and smell the creatures cower away. I wanna feel my blood pump as I slaughter another creature after my blood!
Anyway, at twelve, I see my chance and I take the spring.
Got on the HG, and was awake for almost two weeks before the cryo shit finally takes out my animal.
So next thing I know I'm stranded on this desert with no night, Richard B. Riddick running around loose, and a fucking merc.
Let me tell you, when I spotted Riddick for the first time, which was when he had been lounging in the spot the coward Paris had left, I felt instant respect for him.
Every convie I knew revered and feared him. Not to mention that there was a lot there that was just waiting to be admired.
I felt like a fucking idiot when I got trapped under that bone. My only defense for my actions is the heat. I latched onto Shazza too. She reminded me of my second caretaker.
For good reason, she was her almost identical twin. I felt my heart go when she died. I felt so guilty, I'd watched them die!
That's when I latched fully onto Riddick. He wasn't going anywhere; he'd kill anything that got in the way.
"Hello there, just sit the experiment down, we'll be working on her nails today."
The asshole grunts.
The merc doc smirks. "Retractable claws, from an old Earth tiger."
Lessee here, eyes of a cat, claws of a feline, are they trying to get themselves killed? Wait, no, they're trying to get me killed. Fucking grade A wonderful. I hate these people.
Riddick's POV
His animal side goaded him into leaving the room and trying to find Jack. He almost followed her fresh scent trail, but went the other way.
He searched for escape roots that he could take his Jack through. Many smell of blood. He'd take her out the front door, but he was getting what was his back.
Jack's POV
They keep me here for an undetermined amount of time. I don't know, I've stopped keeping track. I stopped the night she died. I stopped once more when she died.
I keep scratching myself and sending out my claws on accident. They've gotten better; I have regular nails when my claws are sheathed.
They pumped my brain with instincts on using my claws, didn't want me to take to long to adjust. Did I mention that I loathe these people?
Oh look, my arm's fixed.
Asshole grabs me by the hair. They've learned, I have titanium cuffs and my arms are behind me. Still could get out, I'm skinny enough.
They'd pumped me full of nerve and muscle suppressants right before doing their experiment. Guess they learned after the first time when I snapped a merc's neck.
Dunno why, mercs are the scum of the universe.
He's dragging me back to the room. I smell something familiar. Male, what is it?
Walking corpse POV
She's twisting her head around, dunno why, she's such a stupid bitch. We're at that creepy room of hers.
Dunno why the pimp let's her keep it, after she killed that customer and all.
While she's distracted I prick her with a muscle suppressive. She curses and I backhand her.
"Fucking bitch, should be grateful."
I feel my member stand up, it's so arousing the way the bitches try and struggle.
I tear her pants off and toss them into a corner. My own soon follow. She's fighting, I hit her a few times.
I've gotten her down on her hands and knees now, but she's fighting.
FUCK! She bit me! The little fucker bit me!
I raise the whip and bring it across her throat, hard. She goes down without a sound.
Something smashes into me, and I scream as I feel my ribs break and shatter. I feel one pierce my lung. I'm drowning!
Is it going black? I can't tell. The pain's go away. I'm so tired, I…
A blonde figure is coming toward me. It's a woman. I lick my lips, this could get good.
Her hair's short, but she has blue eyes and matchless skin. She glares at me, fire snapping from her eyes.
"Go to Hell," she whispers.
All around me there's clacking and clicking and screeching. I feel something tear into my body, it's everywhere!
Where's the light! THERE IS NO LIGHT!