Eyes Are The Windows
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,170
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Awakenings
Chapter 2
Awakenings
Name…
Elyah Zarraza
Age…
Unknown
Date of Birth...
Unknown
“I don’t know who she is anymore…” Dr. Argento murmured to himself, glancing down at the clipboard he had in his hands. Ely was sitting in the small observation room, wearing a pair of tight grey shorts and a matching tank top. He was standing behind a two-way mirror, watching her watching her work the complicated mathematical problems before her. Problems that took mathematicians days to work out, only took Ely minutes, and if it took her longer, she would go back and do them again, and again, until she had the shortest time possible.
She ate meticulously too, taking a bite of the vitamin fortified oatmeal, the toast, and then the milk, in the same pattern until her meal was finished. She was never allowed out of the facility, only to complete the missions sent to Argento by the Company.
For Ely, wasn’t just any government regulated, pet science project, she was apart of a new company project to create a genetically altered Super Mercenary, unstoppable, deadly, smart, and beautiful. Elyah was all of these things and so much more. She calculated, and she was going to be the one to capture Richard B. Riddick for the same project that created Ely. She was set to depart tomorrow night, after extensive mental connections, through R.E.M. and dream-state sleep, Elyah and Argento were sure of his location, even though he kept moving, his surroundings ever changing, Elyah was always able to pinpoint him, notice landmarks that stuck out in his dreams but weren’t there before.
Elyah was ready for him and she hoped Riddick was ready for her.
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Riddick sat in front of the small console he acquired from his recent trips to the Black Market on Beta Four-Fifteen. His eyes were heavy, and had dark circles around them, and onyx-blue glimmer still shined and glistened, even in the pixilated light of the computer screen. The last time he had sleep was, days ago, he guessed. He couldn’t even remember, the woman in his dreams kept coming, taunting him, teasing him, whispering too him. Angering and confusing him, but arousing him all in the same motions. He rubbed his fingers into his eyes, trying to push the fatigue away.
He remembered her eyes, bright and mismatched, like rare gems, and her smell, the sweet scent of vanilla and jasmine, but the harsh, haunting aura of death.
He poured through documents of missing persons, throughout the years. He could not guess her age; Riddick knew he was good at that. He had guessed Jack’s age, calculated it, even though he knew she had no idea of it. But with his Dream girl, he was puzzled and absolutely perplexed. Her body was young, soft and supple, yet lean and well trained, hardened by past battles. He would have guessed 22, but the look in her eyes, anger, the killer that lurked in the depths of her mind, said so much different.
He sighed again and clenched his fists, once again bringing his fingertips to his eyes and rubbing them. “Who the fuck is this bitch?” he growled, scowling at the computer screen. He stilled when he felt hands rubbing his broad shoulders, and the expanse of his chest, and a shiver raced down his spine when her husky, silk voice caressed his earlobe, “You’ve been awake for hours.” She whispered, moving in between him and the desk by slipping her leg on the other side of his, so she straddled him,
She brought her hands to his temples and rubbed them gently, her cerulean and deep violet eyes twinkling in the harsh light of the computer screen. He sighed again, although not in fatigue, but in relaxation. She soothed the beast inside of him, and although his senses screamed at him not to let her gain control, his body said otherwise, and his shined eyes shut as her fingers grazed over his eyelids.
“Let me take care of you, Richard.” She murmured, grazing her full lips along his, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin, “Let me…” she pleaded softly, her hands slid under his shirt and rubbed his rippled stomach, “Inside…” she groaned, digging her nails into his skin. Riddick’s eyes widened when he felt the bite of her nails and he stood up abruptly, shoving her off of his lap and onto the floor, glaring down at her…but she wasn’t there. He frowned even deeper, he figured he had fallen asleep, but now he was sure of it.
Until he felt the stinging sensation in his stomach, he glanced down at the eight little spots of blood where her nails dug into his stomach, and the blood seeped through the white t-shirt he was wearing.
“Fuck!” he hissed, the tiny cuts in his skin didn’t hurt, he was pissed off at the fact that he had fallen asleep and let that bitch get the best of him again. He clenched his fists and looked around, wondering if he should stay here any longer. If he had to wonder, he knew the answer, and he gathered his belongings, saved his search on the console, and took it with him, before up and leaving the room completely.
End.
A/N – I tried to go into a little more detail about Riddick’s Dream Girl, Elyah, who she was and some small pieces of her past. Please Read and Review. Thanks!
~ D. Riddick ~
Awakenings
Name…
Elyah Zarraza
Age…
Unknown
Date of Birth...
Unknown
“I don’t know who she is anymore…” Dr. Argento murmured to himself, glancing down at the clipboard he had in his hands. Ely was sitting in the small observation room, wearing a pair of tight grey shorts and a matching tank top. He was standing behind a two-way mirror, watching her watching her work the complicated mathematical problems before her. Problems that took mathematicians days to work out, only took Ely minutes, and if it took her longer, she would go back and do them again, and again, until she had the shortest time possible.
She ate meticulously too, taking a bite of the vitamin fortified oatmeal, the toast, and then the milk, in the same pattern until her meal was finished. She was never allowed out of the facility, only to complete the missions sent to Argento by the Company.
For Ely, wasn’t just any government regulated, pet science project, she was apart of a new company project to create a genetically altered Super Mercenary, unstoppable, deadly, smart, and beautiful. Elyah was all of these things and so much more. She calculated, and she was going to be the one to capture Richard B. Riddick for the same project that created Ely. She was set to depart tomorrow night, after extensive mental connections, through R.E.M. and dream-state sleep, Elyah and Argento were sure of his location, even though he kept moving, his surroundings ever changing, Elyah was always able to pinpoint him, notice landmarks that stuck out in his dreams but weren’t there before.
Elyah was ready for him and she hoped Riddick was ready for her.
_________________________________________________________________________________________
Riddick sat in front of the small console he acquired from his recent trips to the Black Market on Beta Four-Fifteen. His eyes were heavy, and had dark circles around them, and onyx-blue glimmer still shined and glistened, even in the pixilated light of the computer screen. The last time he had sleep was, days ago, he guessed. He couldn’t even remember, the woman in his dreams kept coming, taunting him, teasing him, whispering too him. Angering and confusing him, but arousing him all in the same motions. He rubbed his fingers into his eyes, trying to push the fatigue away.
He remembered her eyes, bright and mismatched, like rare gems, and her smell, the sweet scent of vanilla and jasmine, but the harsh, haunting aura of death.
He poured through documents of missing persons, throughout the years. He could not guess her age; Riddick knew he was good at that. He had guessed Jack’s age, calculated it, even though he knew she had no idea of it. But with his Dream girl, he was puzzled and absolutely perplexed. Her body was young, soft and supple, yet lean and well trained, hardened by past battles. He would have guessed 22, but the look in her eyes, anger, the killer that lurked in the depths of her mind, said so much different.
He sighed again and clenched his fists, once again bringing his fingertips to his eyes and rubbing them. “Who the fuck is this bitch?” he growled, scowling at the computer screen. He stilled when he felt hands rubbing his broad shoulders, and the expanse of his chest, and a shiver raced down his spine when her husky, silk voice caressed his earlobe, “You’ve been awake for hours.” She whispered, moving in between him and the desk by slipping her leg on the other side of his, so she straddled him,
She brought her hands to his temples and rubbed them gently, her cerulean and deep violet eyes twinkling in the harsh light of the computer screen. He sighed again, although not in fatigue, but in relaxation. She soothed the beast inside of him, and although his senses screamed at him not to let her gain control, his body said otherwise, and his shined eyes shut as her fingers grazed over his eyelids.
“Let me take care of you, Richard.” She murmured, grazing her full lips along his, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin, “Let me…” she pleaded softly, her hands slid under his shirt and rubbed his rippled stomach, “Inside…” she groaned, digging her nails into his skin. Riddick’s eyes widened when he felt the bite of her nails and he stood up abruptly, shoving her off of his lap and onto the floor, glaring down at her…but she wasn’t there. He frowned even deeper, he figured he had fallen asleep, but now he was sure of it.
Until he felt the stinging sensation in his stomach, he glanced down at the eight little spots of blood where her nails dug into his stomach, and the blood seeped through the white t-shirt he was wearing.
“Fuck!” he hissed, the tiny cuts in his skin didn’t hurt, he was pissed off at the fact that he had fallen asleep and let that bitch get the best of him again. He clenched his fists and looked around, wondering if he should stay here any longer. If he had to wonder, he knew the answer, and he gathered his belongings, saved his search on the console, and took it with him, before up and leaving the room completely.
End.
A/N – I tried to go into a little more detail about Riddick’s Dream Girl, Elyah, who she was and some small pieces of her past. Please Read and Review. Thanks!
~ D. Riddick ~