Author's note: I do NOT own Pitch Black/The Chronicles of Riddick nor do I own their characters.
IF YOU DIDN'T READ THE FIRST CHAPTER GO BACK BECAUSE I DON'T FEEL LIKE EXPLAINING…I JUST WANT TO TYPE THE STORY.
Murderers Can Love?
Chapter Two
Clarissa sighed and went back to her captain's chair and sat down with a thump. Behind her, her crew began to wake up. She rolled her silver eyes as the grunted and groaned at the pain they were feeling.
"Pussies." She grumbled as she fit her dark goggles onto her head so the light wouldn't bother her anymore. Johnson came to sit by her as her right command.
"What did that person want?" He asked wearily. She was ready to snap at him but decided to give him a break. She couldn't stand being ruthless all the time. (You see unlike Riddick, Clarissa craves the human race…she has to have human companions or she begins to get very edgy)
"She wants me to help replenish a forgotten race." She rubbed her temples as the ship suddenly jolted.
SYSTEM OVERRIDE SYSTEM OVERRIDE
The computer blared as the ship veered off in another direction. Johnson began to get up to try to get away from the strange force that held them but Clarissa motioned for him to sit down.
"Computer, how long until we get to the Necromonger Ship?" Clarissa asked.
APPROXIMATLEY FIFTEEN HOURS CAPTAIN
"Initiate Cryo Sleep." Clarissa ordered. Tubes connected themselves into their arms and a slight scream told Clarissa that Nathaniel was injected too…the man hated the cryo tubes. Soon, her body became numb and then her eyes closed.
Enter Dream World
Clarissa walked through decayed hallways in search of something, of someone. A sweet musical voice called her name as she walked. The need to find this thing became stronger and stronger as she continued until it forced her to run. She ran and she ran until a voice rang out.
"HALT!" It was feminine. Clarissa turned to see a beautiful dark woman emerge from the shadows.
"Who are you?" Clarissa tried to say but the words died on her lips.
"Hush now child. You mustn't speak. It's time you learned about your birth race." The woman walked a little way towards her and Clarissa felt her heart catch in her throat. "My name is of no importance, but you must know about your race. Long ago…the old Lord Marshall of the Necromongers killed many of our people. Women, children and men alike. The Furions were a proud race, strong warriors and survivors. The proof is running through your blood Clarissa. You are the only remaining pure female Furion. That is great importance to the situation. You must find Richard B. Riddick. Become his mate. Birth new pure Furions. We must save our race Clarissa. Will you do it?" Clarissa nodded her head and the woman smiled. The woman's hand began to glow and she began to step forward. The woman's hand contacted Clarissa's chest and a burning sensation developed. "Save us." The woman urged and then Clarissa began to shake.
"CLARISSA WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Johnson screamed at his captain. Her eyes fluttered open and she put a hand threateningly to his throat. As she clamped down, her chest began to burn. She glanced down at her jacket and let Johnson go. She slowly unzipped the garment and checked the right side of her chest. A hand print glowed through her skin. She sucked in air. The burning sensation had been real.
"What's the matter Johnson?" She asked the still gasping man on the floor.
"We…are…cl…close…to …the…nec…ro…monger…ship." He writhed a little. "Only ten…ten…minutes…le…left." He managed to say.
"Good…go wake Nathaniel. We'll make him board the ship first." Clarissa said evilly as Johnson stood up and walked to the back.
Ten Minutes Later
The ship make a squeaking sound as it boarded the Necromonger ship. Gray colors surrounded them. 'Who could live in such a grim place' Clarissa thought to herself. Guards surrounded the opening of their ship as Nathaniel led the way down the platform. Nathaniel was hit with a stun gun for proceeding down the plank too fast. Clarissa giggled.
"What business do you have here on MY ship?" A deep voice growled in her direction. Defiance immediately rose in her.
"I have business with Riddick…what business is that to you?" She snarled.
"You're not a merc are you? You smell like one." The voice continued. She could quite figure out where it was coming from.
"So I am, what's it to you?" She growled back.
"Lights off!" The voice growled and then there was utter blackness. 'What a loser for thinking he could take advantage of me in the dark.' She thought as she pulled off her goggles and immediately grabbed a shiv. She watched as the silver outlined man came towards her. His eyes shined defiantly. 'Shit his eyes are shined too.' She thankfully could mask her shine with a special type of liquid. She decided to act helpless.
"Fuck where are you?" She cried pitifully. It disgusted her to say that. He grinned in the dark and she could see it plain as day. He lunged at her and she easily sidestepped him. She knew she wasn't as strong as him but she'd do her best to kill him. She could hear his confusion with her keen ears. She could smell anger in him, he kept it suppressed it with great intensity. That was the sign of a good fighter. You should never fight angry…you'll always lose. He was confused even though he hated to admit it. This bitch had just sounded so scared and now she was side stepping him as if she could see him. It perplexed him because he couldn't see a shine in her eyes. 'Oh fuck am I stupid. How come I didn't realize it before' He thought as he moved like a cat around her. He realized that she had that special liquid that masked her eye shine. He lunged for her again, this time anticipating her move.