The Journey
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
7,390
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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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.
A Challenge
Darkness, violent shaking. Inside some cryotube, then the sense of falling. Tossed about, bruising arms. Finally open, and falling out, looking up at a woman with dark curly hair.
Heat, lots of heat, and bright bright light. Few survivors, tight wrappings around her chest. Let them think she’s a boy, it’s always easier that way.
Pain woke her once more, she sat up, trying to breathe, trying to calm herself enough the pain would slip away again. She was healing, she could feel it, faster then the doctor thought she would. She always did, and her bruises were already fading. Her broken bones would still take longer, but they would no doubt have set already.
She looked around her, and found herself still alone. She wasn’t really surprised, but she didn’t like it any more.
She started unwrapping her ribs after taking her robe off, tossing the tape into a corner. Her skin was yellow where she’d been hit, but she could breathe a little better. She turned on the hot water, and when it was what she wanted, she stepped into it.
She wouldn’t let what had happened to her to effect how she acted. She couldn’t. She’d been through this before, and she’d survived. She would survive this time. She let out a deep breath and leaned into the shower wall, fighting the thoughts that tried to rise into her mind, and started washing herself.
She stepped out of the shower, and dressed, leaving her hair down, not wanting to raise her arms to braid it. She wore her flight suit, and headed down the ramp and to the throne room. The moment she stepped out the door of the hangar, the two men that had been posted by the door stepped into line behind her.
She shook her head to herself, not sure what to make of them following her around like this, but she wouldn’t stop them. If Vaako was true to his word, she would be safe, if not, well, it wouldn’t change a thing.
So the days went, spending them in the throne room, very few words said between her and Riddick, until finally she had healed enough to decide to handle the situation between herself and Dame Vaako.
She had arranged for everyone that needed to be there to be there, letting Vaako, who had indeed proven himself to mean what he said, do the work to get everything ready. Everyone stood gathered there in front of the throne, where Riddick sat observing.
She looked to him when the time came, and he nodded.
“With Lord Riddick’s permission, I summon Dame Vaako forward.”
She was ushered forward, trying to look utterly shocked.
“I issue a challenge. You have done nothing but cause misery, and have attempted more then once to kill myself or Lord Riddick, and now I seek justice. I issue a challenge, granting you time to change into clothing more appropriate for it.” She looked disdainfully at the skin tight black dress that the woman wore. “The grounds are these. It is not a fight to the death, as neither of our deaths holds any gain. We will fight until one of us can no longer go on. In the event I win, you will spend the time between now and the threshold in a cell. Lord Vaako will be free of you, and choose his own way with no further influence from you. You and those who cannot accept the changes that have happened, or those who willfully follow you, will crossover when we reach it.”
“Very well.” The other woman hissed out. “If I win, you will leave, and never return.”
“So be it.” Kylie turned to Riddick, who nodded and raised a hand to motion them to continue. “We will return in an hour’s time.”
Heat, lots of heat, and bright bright light. Few survivors, tight wrappings around her chest. Let them think she’s a boy, it’s always easier that way.
Pain woke her once more, she sat up, trying to breathe, trying to calm herself enough the pain would slip away again. She was healing, she could feel it, faster then the doctor thought she would. She always did, and her bruises were already fading. Her broken bones would still take longer, but they would no doubt have set already.
She looked around her, and found herself still alone. She wasn’t really surprised, but she didn’t like it any more.
She started unwrapping her ribs after taking her robe off, tossing the tape into a corner. Her skin was yellow where she’d been hit, but she could breathe a little better. She turned on the hot water, and when it was what she wanted, she stepped into it.
She wouldn’t let what had happened to her to effect how she acted. She couldn’t. She’d been through this before, and she’d survived. She would survive this time. She let out a deep breath and leaned into the shower wall, fighting the thoughts that tried to rise into her mind, and started washing herself.
She stepped out of the shower, and dressed, leaving her hair down, not wanting to raise her arms to braid it. She wore her flight suit, and headed down the ramp and to the throne room. The moment she stepped out the door of the hangar, the two men that had been posted by the door stepped into line behind her.
She shook her head to herself, not sure what to make of them following her around like this, but she wouldn’t stop them. If Vaako was true to his word, she would be safe, if not, well, it wouldn’t change a thing.
So the days went, spending them in the throne room, very few words said between her and Riddick, until finally she had healed enough to decide to handle the situation between herself and Dame Vaako.
She had arranged for everyone that needed to be there to be there, letting Vaako, who had indeed proven himself to mean what he said, do the work to get everything ready. Everyone stood gathered there in front of the throne, where Riddick sat observing.
She looked to him when the time came, and he nodded.
“With Lord Riddick’s permission, I summon Dame Vaako forward.”
She was ushered forward, trying to look utterly shocked.
“I issue a challenge. You have done nothing but cause misery, and have attempted more then once to kill myself or Lord Riddick, and now I seek justice. I issue a challenge, granting you time to change into clothing more appropriate for it.” She looked disdainfully at the skin tight black dress that the woman wore. “The grounds are these. It is not a fight to the death, as neither of our deaths holds any gain. We will fight until one of us can no longer go on. In the event I win, you will spend the time between now and the threshold in a cell. Lord Vaako will be free of you, and choose his own way with no further influence from you. You and those who cannot accept the changes that have happened, or those who willfully follow you, will crossover when we reach it.”
“Very well.” The other woman hissed out. “If I win, you will leave, and never return.”
“So be it.” Kylie turned to Riddick, who nodded and raised a hand to motion them to continue. “We will return in an hour’s time.”