Merc's Revenge
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,067
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Bait
He fell asleep after we fucked, and I got up to take a bath and make coffee, have a cigarette on the balcony. The sun struggled to break through yellow clouds and creep around crumbled buildings, memories from the attack of the Necromongers.
The word was that Riddick had died in that battle, or while trying to escape Crematoria, so Toombs’ revenge theories were a bit fruitless, if you believe rumors.
“Lanie,” he growled from the bed. “If you’re smoking, I want one.”
I left the balcony and gave him a cigarette and lit it. He pulled me over to sit on his lap and I slid over to cuddle next to him on the bed.
“Turn the screen on. I need updates,” he said, taking a long drag. I waved my hand over the computer screen and it flickered to life. The news. During the reconstruction it was all that was on. Announcements on rolling blackouts, call for labor, unstable buildings listed…I longed for my childhood when there was entertainment during the day. It helped me forget what was going on around me.
“In other news, it appears a new settlement is growing on distant planet, Lethe,” the newsreader started. “Palaces and statues resembling the defeated army of Necromongers have become prominent on scanners and visual reports from trading ships in the area. Lethe, not far from Helion Prime, is a lush, forested planet, similar to the ancient planet Earth in many ways, and yet has not been inhabited for centuries.”
Toombs leaned forward and I rested my head on his shoulder, watching his eyes widen, his brow furrow while the reporter continued talking, showing ships and statues of Necromongers.
“I thought they were wiped out…” I said. Toombs slapped his hand over my mouth and pushed me backwards.
“Shut up. What the fuck is….”
The camera showed blurry photos from one of the cities on Lethe, and by God, there he was. Riddick. Still bald, his eyes still hidden behind goggles, but wearing white, all white. The strangest angel I’d ever seen.
“Fucking Riddick. I knew he was alive. Get up, get dressed, we have to go get a ship. I need you as bait.”
We showered, I pinned my hair up and threw on a pair of work pants and a tank top, no bra. Bait.
To have a ship available during the reconstruction was to be a millionaire. People were trying to bug out every day and would pay whatever they could scrounge up to get on the first moving vehicle out of this hellhole. Only Toombs hadn’t really scrounged anything up, unless you count me. He knew I’d do near anything for him, he only had to ask, so when we approached the nearly hidden hangar on the darkest part of town, he just nodded. It was a small ship, but fast, I assumed, although it looked like it'd been through hell. Toombs could fly it, I knew he could.
I approached the tall blonde guard and smiled at him. He wore an earpiece and had a gun, but he was only one man, and I knew how to disarm him.
While I went down on the guard in a nearby alley, Toombs stole the ship. It was that simple. I knelt in the gravel and sucked cock while my…boyfriend…I guess…slipped into the captains chair and took off when the work crews rumbled through to mask the noise. The guard bucked and thrusted into my throat and I moaned like I loved it.
“Oh man, I bet you’re a great fuck,” he said, tangling his fingers into my hair.
“I am,” I said, wiping my lips clean. “Better at fucking than you are at guarding.”
When he turned to see the little two seater missing I got up and ran.
“Fucking cunt,” he said, firing his gun at me. “Get back here.”
I dove into a pile of rubble and crawled to the place where Toombs and I first met.
The word was that Riddick had died in that battle, or while trying to escape Crematoria, so Toombs’ revenge theories were a bit fruitless, if you believe rumors.
“Lanie,” he growled from the bed. “If you’re smoking, I want one.”
I left the balcony and gave him a cigarette and lit it. He pulled me over to sit on his lap and I slid over to cuddle next to him on the bed.
“Turn the screen on. I need updates,” he said, taking a long drag. I waved my hand over the computer screen and it flickered to life. The news. During the reconstruction it was all that was on. Announcements on rolling blackouts, call for labor, unstable buildings listed…I longed for my childhood when there was entertainment during the day. It helped me forget what was going on around me.
“In other news, it appears a new settlement is growing on distant planet, Lethe,” the newsreader started. “Palaces and statues resembling the defeated army of Necromongers have become prominent on scanners and visual reports from trading ships in the area. Lethe, not far from Helion Prime, is a lush, forested planet, similar to the ancient planet Earth in many ways, and yet has not been inhabited for centuries.”
Toombs leaned forward and I rested my head on his shoulder, watching his eyes widen, his brow furrow while the reporter continued talking, showing ships and statues of Necromongers.
“I thought they were wiped out…” I said. Toombs slapped his hand over my mouth and pushed me backwards.
“Shut up. What the fuck is….”
The camera showed blurry photos from one of the cities on Lethe, and by God, there he was. Riddick. Still bald, his eyes still hidden behind goggles, but wearing white, all white. The strangest angel I’d ever seen.
“Fucking Riddick. I knew he was alive. Get up, get dressed, we have to go get a ship. I need you as bait.”
We showered, I pinned my hair up and threw on a pair of work pants and a tank top, no bra. Bait.
To have a ship available during the reconstruction was to be a millionaire. People were trying to bug out every day and would pay whatever they could scrounge up to get on the first moving vehicle out of this hellhole. Only Toombs hadn’t really scrounged anything up, unless you count me. He knew I’d do near anything for him, he only had to ask, so when we approached the nearly hidden hangar on the darkest part of town, he just nodded. It was a small ship, but fast, I assumed, although it looked like it'd been through hell. Toombs could fly it, I knew he could.
I approached the tall blonde guard and smiled at him. He wore an earpiece and had a gun, but he was only one man, and I knew how to disarm him.
While I went down on the guard in a nearby alley, Toombs stole the ship. It was that simple. I knelt in the gravel and sucked cock while my…boyfriend…I guess…slipped into the captains chair and took off when the work crews rumbled through to mask the noise. The guard bucked and thrusted into my throat and I moaned like I loved it.
“Oh man, I bet you’re a great fuck,” he said, tangling his fingers into my hair.
“I am,” I said, wiping my lips clean. “Better at fucking than you are at guarding.”
When he turned to see the little two seater missing I got up and ran.
“Fucking cunt,” he said, firing his gun at me. “Get back here.”
I dove into a pile of rubble and crawled to the place where Toombs and I first met.