Running for freedom.
Disclaimer: I own the plot of this story, and I own the DVD. I don't own Jack or Riddick or anything related to Pitch Black.
The ride to the Tangier system wasn't too bad. All prisoners were kept in cryo-sleep and the first she registered when they arrived was the guard padding her cheek gently, waking her.
"This is no place for kids," the guard said. "I don't care what they've done. Nothing here 'sides pain and killing and then more pain." He smiled at her, but somehow his words weren't that comforting. She was pushed out to the doors, chained to a man who drooled absently. All the prisoners were lined up and counted. As the guard reached Jack, her drooling chain-mate lashed out, grabbed the guard by the throat and slammed him against the hard steel walls of the prison transport. A look in his eyes told Jack that the drooling man was a bit smarter than he seemed, and was just as crossed about being chained to a piglet like Jack, as Jack had been about being chained to him.
More guards came running to the rescue, but too late. The guard was dead. Her chain-mate grabbed her collar and dragged her with him down to the back of the ship, where steel doors shielded the control bridge. It was then the guards caught up with them, and they started kicking and hitting her chain-mate, until he couldn't stand, Jack stood back pretending to be scared and weak, when in fact she was angry that that stupid fucker had blown the chance of escape and had drawn far too much attention her way. But she hadn't lucked out. They took their chains of and dragged him away and left Jack to her self, unchained, unwatched. She fell into the crowd of travelling prisoners and found a side door some twenty meters before the exits. Here she slammed the door behind her and leaned against it. She could hear the prisoners marching by on the other side of the door.
She managed to pull herself together, remembering that she wasn't free yet. In front of her were stairs and as far as she could tell they led to the main deck. She snug up the stairs, peeking over the top step, watching out for guards, looking to see if there was a chance of escape up here. She was surprised that they didn't seem to miss her yet; maybe they didn't care about a teen like her.
She could hear some tumult from the lower levels, and thought there might have been a resistance or an fight of a sort. Slowly she tip-toed down endless, darkened halls, where the prisoners had been kept in Cryo-sleep. She went up at every chance she got and in the end she found herself on the co´ntrol bridge, just outside the main cockpitt. She listened at the door, but couldn't hear sounds of life. So she pushed-opened the door and looked right at a 7 calibre modified hitchhiker gun. She didn't even fret; she just stood there, wondering if she should raise her hands and surrender.
In the end she lifted her eyes to look at the guy holding the gun. He sure wasn't no guard. He was clad in black, and wearing goggles. He looked strong, might be able to break the neck of two guards at the same time as he took a piss. She swallowed.
He looked her over, and noted everything from her untied sneakers, her striped shirt and the backwards cap, covering her short, dark hair.
"Get lost, kid." He growled. "Or you'll end up like those guys." He nodded towards two guards, who indeed looked like they had had their necks broken. No sing of piss, though. The pilot hang lifeless in the pilot's seat and the co-pilot was tossed aside on the floor. They had both had their throats cut. She let a hand run under her nose in defiance and gave him a quick look. "Fucking shit I'll end up like them." She whispered, turned on her heals and left the cockpit. She was two steps out of the main cockpitt, before the engine of the prison transport started buzzing, and she could feel the ship moving. She ran to the control room doors, but found the entire bridge sealed off. She was trapped here with the killer, but at least they were on their way outta here. Away from Slam City.
Eamon: I know, they're short chapters, but then there will just be all the more chapters to look forward to. Could you guess who the guy in the control room was? Give you one guess, and if you need more than one – what the hell are you doing reading Riddick fanfics? Remember this entire fic is based on the theory of Jack following Riddick and thus ending up on the Hunter Gratzner.
Weren't too sure about having them meat, at least not yet. But they wanted to meat here and I let them. Those two lovebirds – just can't stay away from each other.